#i swear i need to marry him someday | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

riordanness · 5 months

Text

fictional — [p.jackson]

2.1K wordcount

warnings: none

requested: no

‘i put myself in another world, where i can be any other girl, cause i don’t really wanna face it. cause if it isn’t real you can pretend all you want…’

I sigh as the lyrics of ‘Fictional’ by Khloe Rose filter through my headphones. My head leans against the cool glass window of the bus, bumping my forehead every time the driver goes over a pothole.

Hey, call me crazy, but this is probably the most relatable song in existence. At least to me. Falling in love with boys from books and movies was basically my job at this point.

I had one, though, that meant more than all my other ‘fictional boyfriends’.

Percy Jackson.

I’d grown up with this character, laughed with him, cried with him, held fast and braved the storm with him. I’d adopted his personality, tried to be like his girlfriend, acted as if we were best friends, talked to him, dreamt about him, read and written fanfiction about him, anything you can think of. I am obsessed, and no, I’m not ashamed of that fact.

I’m five years running with this crush now, and it’s not going anytime soon. I let out another sigh as I realise, yet again, that this is impossible. He’s fictional, as much as it hurts to admit. He isn’t real, and I can’t live my whole life pretending to date and marry a fictional character. Life just doesn’t work like that. Sadly.

The bus pulls up at school, and I climb off, slipping my headphones into my pocket. I’ll probably get them back out during a boring lecture in one of my classes, but for now I’ll just keep the daydreaming at a minimum.

“Hey, girl.” Andie sidles up to me, nudging me with her shoulder. “What’s kicking?”

“Nothing,” I deadpan. “Unless you’re a goat, like Grover Underwood.”

Andie laughs, my sarcastic comment going right over her head. I love her to death, seriously, but the girl hasn’t got an ounce of sarcasm in her. She’s the most literal and honest person ever, but she’s also super sweet and sincere. So, sarcasm isn’t even a word she knows.

“I’m not a goat, silly,” she giggles. “But guess what?!”

“Yeah?” I am actually kind of interested. Andie usually has all the gossip (somehow), so her news tends to be pretty good.

“There’s a new guy in our class today,” she squeals. “Apparently he just moved here from New York.”

“New York is where Percy Jackson lives,” I say automatically. “I wanna visit there someday so bad.”

Andie rolls her pretty eyes. She likes Percy Jackson. I made her read the books, and she did, but just so that she knows what I’m talking about most of the time. “You and your fictional boys, I swear. This is a real boy, y/n! You need to get your head out of a book for once if you ever wanna meet somebody.”

I shrug. “Real boys suck though.”

And even Andie can’t argue with that.

I’m doodling in my notebook, half listening to Mr Mintar explain something about geometry. I’m not terrible at maths, so I figure I’ll just catch up if I need to. My brain doesn’t want to pay attention today.

I perk up, though, when I hear something new.

“Students,” Mrs May, our principal, announces. “We have a new student joining us today. Please be kind to Mr Jackson and show him around. Remember, you were once a new student yourself.”

Jackson? Like Percy Jackson? How cool is that, I thought to myself. I yank my headphones out of my ears and glance up.

A boy is talking quietly with Mr Mintar; who is probably explaining what we’re learning and where he’ll sit. We have assigned seats in basically every class, because a few boys in our grade are idiots, so I sit alone in every class. Apparently, other students are very likely to copy my work if they’re sitting with me, so the teachers decided to make me sit alone all the time. It’s kind of okay, though. Means I can do whatever I want with no one to tell on me for listening to music.

I watch as Mr Mintar talks with his hands, waving them a lot. The boy has his back to me. He has messy black hair, and he’s wearing jeans, converse and a blue hoodie.

Mr Mintar gestures at me, and I sit up straight. The boy glances quickly, nods at Mr Mintar, and I realise what’s happening. He’s being assigned to sit with me, which probably means I'll also be assigned his personal ‘welcome-to-our-school’ guide. Which means I’ll be forced to be this guy’s friend for the next few weeks. Yay.

The boy turns to face me, and I swear my heart literally skipped a beat. Now, this wasn’t like those dumb fanfics where a girl’s celebrity crush just so happens to turn up at her school for some stupid reason, and they fall in love blah blah blah.

This was an honest-to-goodness ‘what the hell is happening’ moment. The boy now walking towards me looks exactly how I’ve always pictured Percy Jackson in my mind. The same crazily messy black hair, loose and slightly curled at the edges, twisting around his ears and falling in his eyes a little bit. He has the same smattering of freckles on his nose, the same tan skin, troublemaker grin, the same glint of determination in his eyes.

And gosh, I’d know those sea-green eyes anywhere.

The boy slides into the seat beside me. “Hi,” he says softly. “You’re y/n?”

I can’t do anything but nod, and I try to not stare at him too hard.

“You’re supposed to be my guide, or something, I think.” The boy sounds apologetic, like he knows how annoying being forced to be a school guide is. “And I’m supposed to sit with you in all my classes.”

I nod again, a little dazed. Even his voice is Percy Jackson-coded. A slight rasp, a little accented, ugh.

I find my voice. “That’s cool. I’d be happy to show you around and get you into the groove of things here at East High.”

The boy smiles, and he has little crinkles at the side of his pretty eyes, as if he smiles a whole lot.

“Awesome. I’m Percy by the way.”

I blink at him, absolutely sure he’s pulling my leg somehow. “What do you mean?” I ask.

Percy frowns. “Like… my name? The thing that people call me? It’s Percy. Percy Jackson.”

I just stare at him.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.

“Your name is Percy Jackson?”

“Yeah?”

“Like the book character,” I add, surprising myself with the calm in my voice. Inside my head, though, I was screaming.

Percy’s brow furrows. “A book character? I dunno. Never heard of a book character called Percy, but there probably is. I don’t read that much. Dyslexia.”

I nod slowly. “Of course.”

Percy frowns again, then chuckles a little. “You’re weird. I like you.”

My tongue feels like someone’s deep fried it in the microwave. I try to swallow, and it’s nearly impossible. “So you’re not messing with me right now? You’re really called Percy Jackson, and you have dyslexia and probably ADHD, and sea-green eyes, and your hair isn’t dyed, and…”

Percy laughs again. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. What’s this about?”

I shake my head. “You wouldn’t understand if I told you.”

Percy raises his eyebrow. “Try me.”

It’s been a week since Percy’s arrival, and I’m still about 89% sure I’m dreaming. Not that I usually dream like this, but still.

I’ve spent basically all my school hours with Percy, as well as half my bus rides home, as his mum lives nearby to us.

The longer I know him, the more I’m sure that he’s real, that he’s actually here, and that he’s really, truly, Perseus Jackson, the not-so-fictional boy I’ve been in love with forever.

The weirdest thing, though, is the night after he arrived, I got home and all my Percy Jackson books and merch were gone. Mysteriously vanished. Even Andie doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I bring up PJO.

It’s like that movie, Yesterday, where everyone forgets about the Beatles. It’s like that, but with Percy Jackson. Oh, and obviously I have a real Percy to replace it; whereas Jack in that movie didn’t really have that.

Anyway, it’s crazy, it’s probably a hallucination, and it’s absolutely incredible. I’m spending every single day with my absolute favourite person in the universe, and he’s real.

The boy I’ve cried over, laughed over, loved for years… He’s here. He’s real. And he’s my friend.

“Marshmallows are not designed to be eaten alone,” I argue, pouting a french fry at Percy. “They aren’t even that nice anyway, but especially not when you eat them dry. All the powder, like, clogs up your throat and it’s disgusting. If you eat them on their own, you’re crazy.”

Percy laughs. “I hate them in my hot chocolates. They get all gooey and mushy, and… ugh.” He makes a face.

I roll my eyes. “You’re insane.”

Percy shrugs. “At least I don’t hate rice.”

“Hey!” I protest. “I have sensory issues! It’s not my fault the feeling of rice in my mouth makes me feel sick.”

“Hey, I know,” Percy says. “I was just kidding. I’m sorry.”

I relax. “It’s okay.”

I stare at him a moment, realising once again that this is really happening to me. That his pretty sea-green eyes are actually looking at me.

“What are you thinking about, love?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my trance, sitting up straighter. “What did you say?”

Percy smirks. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

To be honest, I barely remember. “Uh—nothing. Trying to think of what to do this afternoon after school.”

“You don’t have plans?” he asks.

I shake my head, and sip my chocolate milk. It tastes terrible.

“You’re going on a date with me, dummy,” Percy says, so casually I almost miss it. He leans his head back and throws a grape in the air, catching it in his mouth. It’s surprisingly attractive.

“Wait,” I say. “What?”

“You.” Percy points his finger at me, then himself. “Me.” He makes a swirling motion with his finger. “That new waterpark by the beach.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to go on a date with you?”

“You aren’t saying no.”

“No,” I reply, my voice soft, “I’m not.”

“Wow,” I say. “That’s an epic waterpark.”

Percy grins down at me, his eyes looking extra pretty in the afternoon sunlight. “You wanna race to the gate?”

I pretend to think about it for a second, then begin sprinting as fast as I can. I hear Percy gasp in laughter, then start after me. He catches me easily, his legs much longer than mine, but as he does, he scoops me up into a hug.

“Hey!” I shriek. “Put me down!”

I can tell he isn’t taking me seriously though, because we’re both laughing too hard. Percy eventually drops me gently on the ground. I can’t help but suddenly miss the feeling of his bare chest against me. I blink, and instantly shake those thoughts away.

“Buy me an ice cream and I’ll let you win all our races from now on,” I tease.

Percy scoffs. “Darlin’, you couldn’t win if you had a jetpack on.”

I try to ignore the flutter in my chest and roll my eyes. “Could so, and I don’t need any old jetpack.” I flex my nonexistent muscles. “You see these? I’m perfectly fine on my own, thank you.”

“Oh, oh yeah of course. Sorry, your majesty.” Percy has a stupid grin on his face, and I have an urge to kiss him right then and there.

And so I do. I grab hold of his shoulders, pull myself up onto tiptoe, and press my mouth to his. “I love you, Seaweed Brain,” I whisper into his lips.

Percy wraps his arms around my waist, causing the flutter to return, more greatly this time. He deepens the kiss, his head tilting downwards to accommodate my shorter height. His lips taste of the jellybeans we were eating earlier together. He had insisted on eating only the blue ones, of course.

The world around me blurs, and fades, and I’m left with only him, only Percy Jackson. His fingers on my waist, his mouth on mine, my heart in his hands. I am completely and totally his, as I’ve been forever, but now? He’s completely and totally mine too. My not-so-fictional boy.

#percy jackson #pjo #fanfiction #fanfic #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x reader fanfic #percy jackson fanfiction #walker scobell #percy jackson and the olympians #rick riordan #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy jackson x you #perseus jackson #fictional characters #fictional boys #fictional khloe rose

522 notes · View notes

roosterforme · 10 months

Text

Batting Practice Part 25 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Now that Bradley had the ring, he didn't want to wait. He kept thinking about what it would mean to move in with you and Everett and be a family. He wanted all of it. So he got Everett to help him out one last time.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst and swearing

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

You locked your office door and sank down into your seat. You were too nervous to eat the lunch you packed for yourself as you got your phone out to call your lawyer. It had taken you a few days, but you decided what you wanted to do about Danny. It wasn't ideal, but you'd do it.

As you sat and listened to the hold music playing in your ear, you poked at your sad looking salad. Danny was going to blow up at you after this. And it would be months and months before you saw a cent, but you supposed it was the best you could get since you couldn't get Danny stripped of parental rights. Tears pricked at your eyes, because you just wanted him gone. Good and truly gone with no ability to come back and hurt Everett again.

When your lawyer returned to the line, you told him that you wanted to move forward with serving papers to Danny to petition for child support. If you couldn't get rid of Danny, at least you could pad Ev's college account or help him buy a car someday.

"You do understand that Daniel can take four months to contest the petition? And that's on top of the time it may take to serve him the papers?"

You rested your forehead on your desk and took a deep breath. At least you would be the one dealing all of this shit behind the scenes so Ev wouldn't have to know about it. But Bradley was always imploring you to be more open with him about this, so you'd have to figure out how to tell him that Danny was here to stay. Unless you and Bradley ever got married. Unless Bradley ever wanted to petition to adopt Everett.

"Yes," you said, your voice only a harsh whisper. "I understand. We can proceed."

As your melancholy settled in, you decided to text Molly about what you did. It didn't take long for your sister to respond. She must not have been working right now. You never could manage to keep track of her schedule, so you had no idea how Bob was so efficient with it.

Danny is a little baby cocksucker bitch! Bleed him dry! Do it for Ev! I'll help you take over the world after I have a nap.

You snorted, pleased that not a moment had passed since your parents died when Molly was not one hundred percent on your team. And now you had Bradley. And you supposed you had Bob, too.

A sharp knock on your office door had you jumping in your seat. "Coming," you called, scrambling to go unlock the door only to find Bradley standing there in his khaki uniform with a bunch of tulips and a wrapped sandwich. His aviators were perched on the tip of his nose, and he looked like a fantasy. You could see three of the receptionists leaning out of their cubicles to get a better look at him.

"Kitten," he whispered with a grin before kissing your cheek. When you silently pushed your door open wider, he brushed past you, and you closed it behind him.

"What are you doing here?" you asked breathlessly. He set the food and the flowers down on your desk, and you rushed into his arms.

"I just missed you," he whispered in your ear. "And it's Tuesday. Technically the slowest day of the week. I needed a pick-me-up." And with that, he scooped you up into his arms while you gasped, and he deposited you on the edge of your desk.

"Well, I'm glad you're here," you told him, reaching out to pull him closer. He tossed his sunglasses onto your desk, and then you couldn't even remember what you wanted to tell him. Something about your lawyer? His hands were on your bare knees, sliding up under your black skirt.

"You know I love this," he whispered, pushing your skirt up your bare thighs. "I like to daydream about this skirt. On your bedroom floor. Or all bunched up around your waist."

You coaxed his lips down to yours with your finger under his chin and kissed him softly. "I have some free time right now."

Instantly, he was lifting your butt up off of your desk and yanking your skirt up over your hips and around your waist. You squealed with delight as he set you back down and smiled as he knelt in front of you. "Really?" he asked, nudging your inner thigh with his nose and kissing you there.

"Yes," you giggled as he looked up at you. When you spread your legs wide for him, he kissed your core through your underwear, and you gasped, "Go lock my door, Coach."

He dipped his long index finger inside the lace fabric and nudged your clit with his knuckle. "Where's the fun in that?"

You moaned, and then you were shimmying your underwear down your legs. Bradley tucked them into pocket, and you couldn't believe you were letting him do this with the door unlocked. But the prickle of his mustache along your slit had you grabbing at the back of his head and spreading open further for him.

He licked a long stripe from your opening up to nibble on your clit, and you dug your fingers into his hair. "That's a good Kitten," he rasped, kissing along your pussy and thighs as he slipped his index finger inside you. Just a few strokes and you were whining for him, your thighs clamping around his head. But he pushed them apart again and kept them in place with his other, huge hand.

"Bradley," you gasped, and he pulled you a little closer to the edge as he sucked on your clit. "Oh god."

He released you and licked a circle that had you tugging on his hair. "Wanna make sure you think about me when you're at work, Baby," he grunted before rubbing his mustache through your wetness until you were getting a little loud.

"Bradley!" you whined. He was good. You leaned back on one hand as he made your legs shake. And when he looked up at you as he circled your clit lazily with his tongue, you knew you were getting close. "Keep going," you told him, rocking against his face a little bit.

The sight of him buried between your legs with your fingers messing up his hair took you all the way. Because when he wrapped his lips around your clit one more time, you came for him. Loud and needy. And then you slowly sat fully upright again while your ears buzzed. He was still placing soft kisses on you everywhere that used to be covered by your underwear.

"I love you, Kitten," he whispered as he squeezed your thighs and stood up to kiss you. His mustache was wet, and you licked him while you moaned softly. His whole face tasted like you as you licked and kissed him. It was intoxicating, and you pulled him closer so the front of his uniform pants rubbed against your pussy. He was rock hard.

"You wanna?" you asked him as he stroked his fingers along your cheek.

"Fuck, you know I do," he promised, rubbing his mustache down your neck. "But I need to get back to work."

You bit your lip and watched him reluctantly pull away from you and adjust himself. There was a little wet spot on his pants that absolutely thrilled you as you asked, "Where's my underwear?"

His smile was smug. "In my pocket. I'm gonna hang them in my locker at work like a little souvenir."

You gasped, your pussy still bare for him with your skirt hiked up. An embarrassingly needy little sound escaped you as he patted his right pocket.

"I hope you don't mind if the guys see them."

You pressed your lips together. You actually really liked that underwear. They were a stretchy white lace thong that you found comfortable. But if Bradley wanted to put them in his locker and think of you every time he hit the shower, then you were more than happy to let him have them.

"I don't mind," you whispered. "But you know you're going to make Bob blush, right?"

Bradley kissed your forehead and said, "Molly has broken him in, I think. He doesn't blush as much as he used to. Now, don't forget, we have plans for the Fourth of July. And I'll see you at your house later tonight after my practice."

You nodded and watched him leave as you stood up and pulled your skirt down. "Love you, Kitten," he called from your open door with his erection still visible in his pants before he strolled away.

You looked at the sandwich he left for you as your stomach growled. Your appetite was back again since talking to your lawyer, so you sat and ate it while you smiled at the spot on your desk where you just had an orgasm.

As soon as you pulled up the spreadsheet you had been working on, your phone vibrated on your desk next to the tulips he left for you. He sent you a photo of your white lace thong hanging up in his locker.

Bradley Bradshaw: I wasn't joking. I'm looking forward to getting lots of compliments on my new decoration.

You squeezed your thighs together and squealed.

--------------------------

Bradley had to rush back to base. When he stopped by the locker room to drop off his keys and wallet, he pulled your underwear out of his pocket. They were a little damp, and when he pressed them to his nose, your scent overwhelmed him. He should have fucking stayed long enough to bury his cock and his cum inside you. What was he thinking? A reprimand from one of the admirals would have been worth it.

With a deep sigh, he hung his pretty souvenir on one of the hooks and snapped a photo. He sent it to you as he literally ran outside and across the tarmac to the meeting room for his afternoon session. He had your underwear in his locker and your engagement ring in his kitchen drawer.

He had big plans for that ring. There were just a few things he needed to prepare, and he couldn't stop smiling as he thought about what he and Everett were planning. He could talk that kid into anything over some McDonald's chicken nuggets.

But he had to keep his thoughts from wandering too much to you and Ev while Mav was lecturing. Because every time he thought about marrying you, he thought about being Ev's dad. And he really needed to not get too far ahead of himself, because he had no idea if you'd support that idea or not. Bradley got the impression that you wanted sole guardianship and legal rights to your son. And honestly, Bradley could also get behind that. One hundred percent.

When the lecture ended, Bob was waving his hand in front of Bradley's face. "You ready to head to practice?" he asked cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Bradley grunted, jumping out of his seat. Today was the first practice for the rec league team, and Everett had bugged nonstop to come and watch. But Bradley wanted to get one good practice in with nobody there, just in case he ended up being terrible.

He walked with Bob back to the locker room to change into the navy blue hat and jersey with the number 1 on the back, deciding to skip the shower until later tonight. When he was changing his socks, he saw Bob's eyes wander to his locker, and then he quickly looked away.

"Nice panties," Jake said as he strolled past on his way to the showers.

"Thanks," Bradley replied, smirking, because he just knew this was going to get you all flustered when he told you later tonight.

He drove to practice, and thought about his plan for the Fourth of July. It would be perfect, and somehow, he wasn't even nervous. Because being with you felt right.

And then he pitched so well, both coaches pulled him aside after practice to tell him he's the best they had ever seen on a recreational team. And Bradley just had to laugh, because he was pretty sure he was still better at playing shortstop.

"Damn," Bob said in between gulps of his Gatorade. "Your arm is a cannon. I barely managed to hit that single."

"Thanks," Bradley said, rapidly throwing everything into his bag, just wanting to get to your house. And then he paused and really looked at Bob. "Holy shit," he mumbled as Bob adjusted his glasses and checked his phone with a smile. Molly must have texted him. Bob was deeply in love with Molly. Bob might perhaps be Bradley's brother-in-law one day.

"See you tomorrow," Bob told him with a nod as he hoisted his gear bag up onto his shoulder. And as he walked to the Bronco, Bradley hoped that Everett would be lucky enough to have Bob as his uncle.

----------------------------

It was late when Bradley got to your house. Everett was already in bed, and you were cleaning up the kitchen and starting to pack lunches for the morning. One more day of work this week, and then you and Everett were both off for Independence Day. And Bradley had invited you to Maverick's hangar for a party and fireworks.

Of course Everett couldn't wait. But that child idolized Bradley.

You heard his key in your front door, and your heart skipped around in your chest. "Hi, Kitten," Bradley whispered, dropping his stuff off next to the stairs. "Is Ev sleeping?" he asked, kissing you softly.

"Probably. I got him in bed about twenty minutes ago."

"I'm gonna go up and check on him," Bradley replied, quietly taking the stairs two at a time. God, you couldn't handle it. Tears filled your eyes. He loved you both, and you wanted him to move in with you in the worst way. But you were just going to have to wait. It would be worth waiting.

You could hear him come back downstairs a moment later with a little frown. "He was already asleep."

You threw your arms around his waist and squeezed him. "You can make him pancakes and drop him off at summer camp tomorrow. If you want to."

"Of course I want to," Bradley murmured against your hair. "I love your son."

You rubbed your cheek against his soft undershirt and melted into his embrace. "He loves you, too. And if you don't let him come watch you pitch next time, he might cry."

"Fuck. No," he groaned. "You know I can't stand the sight of him in tears. Almost rips my fucking heart out."

You laughed softly. "Guess we'll just have to come to your first game. Now, do you want a bedtime snack while you tell me about practice?"

"I sure do," he mumbled, backing you up against the kitchen island. "Let me finish you off? I had you for lunch, and now you can be my snack."

"Okay," you told him, pushing him away a few inches. He looked at you with wide, curious eyes. "Usually I don't allow food in my bed, but if I'm the snack then I suppose it's fine."

Bradley's eyes narrowed as he scooped you up and carried you upstairs. You had to stifle your laughter so you didn't wake Everett up. When Bradley dropped you onto your bed and climbed on top of you, he took your hands in his and kissed along your neck.

"Can we talk about the holiday for a minute?" he asked, and you rolled your eyes a little bit. He'd been asking incessantly about taking you to Maverick's and making sure you didn't have anything else planned for the day.

"Yes, Bradley. But I already told you, Ev and I are free the whole day."

"I wanna take you to the park in the morning," he whispered, his mustache tickling your ear as you enjoyed his delicious body weight. "I want you to see how good Ev is when I pitch to him."

You smiled and wrapped your legs around his hips. "Sounds perfect."

"And then we can head to the party at the hangar. Maverick is setting up a splash pad for the kids," he said, pressing his lips to yours with a grin.

"Are you going in it?" you asked. "You're an overgrown kid."

"Only if you do," he said as you rolled your hips against his. "You should wear that leopard print bathing suit you have."

You gasped and giggled. "The one I wore to the tee ball pool party? At the beginning of the season? When we had our first real kiss?"

"Hell yes," he hissed. "Couldn't stay away from you, Kitten. I was already in love with you."

You kissed him and held him tight. You couldn't pinpoint the moment you fell in love with him, but you knew you'd never be able to stop now.

--------------------------

Wednesday ended up being a rainy day, and everyone in the entire city seemed confused by it. Even Everett was out of sorts when you picked him up from summer camp.

"Is Bradley going to come over and play with us tonight?" he asked, staring out the car window as you drove him through the storm. "I wanted him to take me to the park."

He kept pouting as you told him, "He needed to get some stuff done at his apartment tonight." You wished he could wrap up whatever he needed to do early and come watch a movie instead. But he told you it was important.

"Well can we go over to his apartment?" Ev whined.

It struck you that you'd never once been there. And now you wondered if it looked the way you imagined it. Bradley told you a million times how much cozier your house was than his place, and you just shook your head. Because he could have moved in if he wanted to.

"Not tonight, Ev."

He was silent for the rest of the ride home, plainly annoyed with you for keeping him from Bradley. And then he was pretty quiet as you watched Finding Nemo together for the millionth time. But when you reminded him that tomorrow, if the weather was nice, all three of you were going to the park and then Maverick's party, he perked up.

"Bradley is really excited about the park tomorrow!" Everett said as he climbed into bed. "He's excited to show you something."

"Oh yeah?" you asked, tucking him in while the soft rain hit his window. "What does he want to show me?"

Everett laughed and rolled onto his side. "I can't tell you."

You sighed and kissed his cheek. It was probably something silly or something baseball related. "Well I guess I'll just have to wait then." But he was already starting to doze off, holding onto the stuffed Phanatic.

You were a true San Diegan. All the rain was making you tired. You thrived on sunny days and warm weather. When you went to plug your phone in before bed, you saw a text from Bradley.

Bradley Bradshaw: I can't wait to pick you up in the morning. Give Ev an extra bedtime kiss for me?

You had to laugh, because he seemed to have no concept of what a consistent bedtime for Everett was. You could already tell that if Bradley ever moved in, he and Ev would be outside playing until well after dark all the time, and you'd be the one reeling them in.

When you fell asleep, you slept hard. And you woke up to Everett in your room, climbing up into bed with you. "Mommy, I'm hungry."

It was pretty late, and Bradley was coming over to pick you up for the park, but at least the sun was shining today.

You stretched and pulled your son into a tight hug. "Cereal or eggs?" you asked as he snuggled up with you.

"Cereal," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the blankets. "Are you going to get up and put on makeup and a dress and stuff?"

You laughed and said, "We're just going to the park and then a splash pad party in the desert, Ev. I wasn't planning on getting too dressed up today. Why?"

"You should," he said, wiggling out of bed and running out of your room.

"Okay," you muttered to nobody. And a little while later, you were sipping coffee and eating cereal in your kitchen, still not dressed for the day when Bradley arrived.

"Why do you look so nice?" you asked when he let himself inside. He was wearing a snug fitting red and white golf shirt and chino shorts.

"Do I?" he asked, glancing down at himself as he went right to Ev and kissed his forehead. And you didn't even mind that you always got greeted second. Because when you got your kiss, it was on the lips and had your knees going weak.

"Hi," he whispered as you threaded your fingers through his hair. "I missed you last night."

How on earth did he make you this silly? Your heart was beating faster and your skin felt extra sensitive as he ran his big hand down your arm.

"I missed you, too."

Then he pulled away and looked you up and down. "Why aren't you dressed yet? We have a busy day, Kitten." And you finally went back upstairs to get changed as both of them pushed you out of the kitchen. You could hear them talking softly and laughing as you climbed the stairs.

When you came back down in some denim shorts with a white tank and a sheer white blouse, Bradley smiled at you before leading both of you out to the Bronco. Everett had his gear bag, and when Bradley opened the back tailgate, you saw all of his stuff there too.

"You brought a whole bucket of balls?" you asked, pointing to the bucket tucked behind his bag. "Are you going to make me play catcher for you guys again?"

"Yep," they replied in unison, making you laugh.

"Okay, but you know I'm not very good."

"You're stellar, Kitten. Aces, Baby," Bradley promised as he scooped Everett up and carried him around to his booster seat.

You tended to disagree, but if the two of them really wanted to play ball in the park all day, then you would just chase balls around and cheer them on. The ride to the park was filled with Everett asking Bradley questions, something your son never seemed to tire of. And as always, Bradley answered every single one of them the best he could without getting irritated at all.

At a red light, you reached for his hand and said, "I love you." He responded by stroking your fingers with his thumb as he hummed along to the radio. And soon you were at the park and unloading everything. You watched as the boys both put on their matching Phillies hats and took sips out of a bottle of Gatorade. They had a little routine now, and it melted your heart.

"Ready?" Bradley asked Everett and then you.

"Ready," you replied, carrying the bucket of baseballs for them. You followed them to the same shady area where you had played catcher before. The sun was strong today, but at least it wasn't too hot yet. Being in the shade would help with that.

"Ev, start stretching while I get your mom all set up," Bradley said, reaching into his bag and pulling out his catcher's mask and mitt.

"Hey," you said with a smile. "I remembered it's a mitt and not a glove!" you said, and Bradley pulled you tight to him for a kiss.

He hummed against your lips as he ran his empty hand down your back to squeeze your butt. "It's going to be important that you know these things, because Ev and I are going to be on this baseball shit forever now. We're about to get annoying as hell, Kitten."

"I don't mind," you said, looking up into his brown eyes that were always so sincere. "Please, annoy the shit out of me forever."

The smile that took over his face had you giggling while Everett ran around you in circles doing his own definition of warming up. Then Bradley mumbled, "Gotta keep this pretty face safe," while he fitted the catcher's mask around the back of your head. He slipped the too large mitt on your hand and kissed your neck. "All set now."

"Can we do it yet?" Ev asked, slowing his run down and picking up his bat. "Please?"

"Yeah, kiddo," Bradley replied, turning both of their hats backwards. "We can do it."

You eased yourself down into the uncomfortable position to catch the baseballs for them. But Everett was hitting most of them, which made your job kind of pointless. Bradley was telling Ev what each pitch was going to be before he threw it.

"Here comes a slider," he called out, and you watched your boyfriend's muscles tense up deliciously before he threw a pitch right to Everett. Your son hit it up in the air and Bradley caught it. "Pretty good! Let's try another slider." Then he threw the same pitch again, and Everett hit it over Bradley's head.

"I can't believe you're this good, Ev," you praised, because truly you could not. It was impressive the way he hit Bradley's fastball and curveball as well. You knew Bradley wasn't pitching hard or fast, but he was still pitching to Everett. And your seven year old son was hitting almost all of them.

"Okay, kiddo," Bradley called out. "This one is the special pitch I've been working on. Are you ready for it?"

"Ready, Coach!" Everett called out in excitement. He turned and looked at you with a smile before he returned to his batting stance, and you made sure you were all set, too.

You weren't sure what kind of pitch was a special pitch, and Bradley was really taking his time getting ready to throw it. He kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He looked a little nervous, but you didn't know why. It wasn't like you and Ev were going to tell him he did a bad job of throwing a new pitch he was working on. Honestly, you were excited to see it.

When he finally took a deep breath, he met your eyes before winding up to throw it. The ball sailed right to your mitt, and you caught it cleanly. Everett didn't swing at it, and now he was looking at you with his bat hanging down at his side. When you looked up at Bradley, he was staring at you. Then you noticed that the ball was more red than white as you dumped it out of the mitt and into your empty hand.

"What is this?" you mumbled, turning it around in your hand. It was covered in little red hearts that looked like they had been drawn on with a sharpie, and there was something written in Bradley's handwriting.

Will you marry me?

You gasped and looked up at Bradley, but now he was down on one knee with his glove on the grass next to him. Everett was bouncing around next to you as you read the ball again. "Mommy?" he asked quietly, and you looked up at his eager face.

Heart racing, you stood up and shook the mitt off your hand as you looked toward Bradley. You yanked the mask off your head as you ran toward him shouting, "Are you serious?"

His smile looked a little unsure as you tackled him onto the grass and straddled his waist. His Phillies cap rolled away as you looked down into his perfect face.

"Well? Will you marry me, Kitten?" He held up a diamond ring as you kissed him and started crying.

"Yes. I'll marry you." Your voice was shaky and filled with tears, but you were so happy as you cried and kissed him.

"She said yes, kiddo!" Bradley shouted to Everett when you buried your face against his neck. And you realized they had both been planning this together which just made you cry more.

"Yes! It worked!" Everett screamed, and a few seconds later, Bradley was holding both of you on top of him in the grass, alternating between kissing your lips and Everett's forehead.

You were still clutching the baseball in your right hand as Bradley put the ring on your left finger. It was a little big, but it was beautiful. "It looks like a baseball," you said as he grinned.

"That's why we picked that one!" Everett informed you, looking happier than you'd ever seen him.

And then Bradley kissed your finger and whispered, "I'm going to love both of you forever."

-----------------------------

He did it! He asked her! Love how happy Ev is! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

PART 26

Don't forget to check out Bob and Molly in The Curveball!

@hotch-meeeeeuppppp

@swthxrry

@chassy21

@yaboid19

@solacestyles

@avoirlecoupdefoudre

@daisyhollyxox

@harper1666

@throwinsauce

@beebslebobs

@awesomebooklover17

@wintercap89

@whosyourgnomie4

@rosesinmars

@blog-name6996

@bcon24

@wishfulwithwine

@backinwonderl4nd

@tetragonia

@gingerbreadandpaper

@emptyloverofmine

@chaoticassidy

@missmirandafe

@changlingkhat

@sugarcoated-lame

@callsign-jupiter

@avada-kedavra-bitch-187

@katiebby04

@marantha

@averyhotchner

@abaker74

@andycanbeemotional

@heli991113

@k-k0129

@noz4a2

@tallyovie

@shanimallina87

@starlightstories

@teddyluvs2sing

@little-wiseone

@ccbb2222

@lilyevanswhore

@o-the-o-grim-o-reaper-o

@xoxabs88xox

1K notes · View notes

504py · 6 months

Note

Its me again (i hope you don't mind i am in you ask again 😅)

So uh do you have headcanon for yandere russia and canada with their s/o?

Thx 🌻

holy SHIT i got carried away 😭😭😭 this was supposed to be a short post, but i got too deep into their characterization. and don't worry!! i appreciate your asks! anyways, here we go guys... please heed the warnings!

Yandere Russia and Yandere Canada Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, domestic violence, implied NSFW, self-harm, manipulation, forced feminization, dubious consent, stalking, long post ahead!

┊͙✧˖*°࿐

Russia

How the relationship started

Your relationship with Ivan first started with you doing some mundane thing, but he was there at the right place and the right time, and something about you intrigued him. Be it at a restaurant eating a strange food combination, seeing you early in the morning with your hair wet and rushing to get somewhere, or even getting a glimpse of your mismatched socks when you walked past him and didn't even pay him any mind. That was enough to seal your fate as his property. His mind can't seem to stop running with thoughts of you, how are you, why are you, and he needs to scratch that itch.

Ivan sends out a private investigator to stalk you basically, and provide him with your daily schedule. Once Ivan has your schedule, he dismisses the investigator, and takes matters into his own hands by stalking you himself, and trying to insert himself into your daily life.

Then, it was just a matter of getting to know you, courting you with expensive gifts and dates, then fully dooming yourself when you accepted him as your boyfriend.

Expectations

Ivan is very blunt with what he wants. Not very long into your relationship, around a month or so, he asks you to move in with him. Any sort of opposition or protest will be stonewalled by this; "We will be married and living together someday anyways. Why fight it? Don't you love me?"

So, whether you like it or not, you move in with him in his giant, lonely house.

There are no maids and none of the Baltic states to be seen, and this is because Ivan expects you to fulfill the role of a housewife, regardless of your gender. So he'd like for you to do chores yourself and to clean up around the house while he's gone. He doesn't expect perfection from your cleaning, in fact, he finds it a little charming when some areas aren't clean or spotless. His house was huge and you were only so small.

On the topic of fulfilling the role of his housewife, he expects you to do other things that make you fit the role even more, such as giving him affection, cooking for him, and keeping up a good front when guests are around. He wants the two of you to evoke the image of a traditional married couple so badly, and if you fail to meet those requirements...

Punishments

Ivan can be cruel. He doesn't tolerate rebellion very well, and his punishments are always physical.

He is a very touchy man, and if you fail to reciprocate his touch, or actively shy away from it, he'll only get more aggressive. His hugs will feel more suffocating, his grip on your jaw while he kisses you will feel bruising, and you swear, it feels like he's trying to crush your hand while he holds it, despite the sweet smile on his face..

If you continue to refuse him, he'll be much less subtle with his harm. One day, when you try to shove him away from you, his grip on your arm tightens to the point it feels like he might just snap it, and he pulls you close to whisper a threat into your ear; "Will you continue to be like this?"

If you say no and apologize, which would be your best option, he'll let out a strained breath and try to relax his clenched jaw, before letting up his grip on your arm and muttering an apology under his breath himself.

If you say yes... His jaw will tense up, and the look he gives you is bone-chilling. "Alright." He says, and doesn't give you much time to think before he drags you to the front door, and throws you out into the harsh cold, with only the clothes on your back.

You can cry and scream apologies and bang on the door all you want, but he's already walked away and drinking a bit of vodka to soothe his own nerves.

He'll keep you outside till you are on the brink of getting mild hypothermia. He waits there, thinking of how long it'd take for the cold to get to someone of your size and shape. He knows everything about snow, and he knows everything about you.

Right before you start to ebb in and out of consciousness, he opens the door, and drags you back inside, wiping the snow off of you and taking your weak, shivering body in his arms.

You cling to him, wanting to live in his house, his coat, and in his arms forever after experiencing the unforgiving hellscape that is the Russian winter.

Ivan mutters sweet nothings, the alcohol in his breath and the powdery smell of his clothing enveloping all your senses. He says that he wouldn't have to do this if you would've just obeyed him, that this is all your fault, and that he didn't want to do this and that he just loves you too much.

If you had any sense of self-preservation, you'll listen to him from now on, and if not... He wouldn't be above breaking a few bones. But you won't disobey him again, right? It's for your own good.

"I'm sorry, моя любовь.."

Rewards

Ivan is a very affectionate man, but he isn't the best at showing it vocally. He shows it in the lavish gifts and dates he goes on with you— Yes, he takes you out on dates. Only for special events or when he's feeling particularly affectionate, but he does it too because he feels he also has a role to fulfill as a doting, providing husband. He'd feel too bad if he just kept you locked up your whole life as his wife (and, also, he wants to test you.. He wants to see if you'll act up in public, and to see if he can trust you). Ivan feels it adds to the aesthetic of a married couple, too.

Besides that, he is INCREDIBLY physically affectionate. He has no sense of personal space at all, which may or may not be a bad thing to you, but regardless, what you think doesn't really matter, and he'll continue to invade it anyways.

He always calls you over to sit on his lap, he sleeps way too close to you, and he's always looming over your shoulder no matter where and what you're doing. As long as he's home, it's GUARANTEED he will be touching you in some way, shape or form.

Because of such things, Ivan is.. prone to getting intimate with you.

Unlike everything else, he actually sort of values your consent when it comes to the bedroom. Yes, he will make advances and be very touchy-feely, and maybe intimidate you a bit, but at the end of the day, if you keep refusing it, he'll let up, but his mood will noticeably be more tense.

Ivan is especially prone to this because clothing is one of his favorite things to gift you, he enjoys dressing you up in things he finds cute. And I mean literally. Whatever he buys for you, be it dresses, coats, or underwear, Ivan will want to be there to undress you and then dress you up in the things he bought himself. You're like his own cute little doll.

Regardless of your gender, Ivan will buy you feminine clothing and accessories. He may even be inclined to forcing you to grow out your hair.

He likes sniffing you. He rests his nose atop your scalp while hugging you, just to breathe in your scent. It calms him like nothing else in the world, and he feels alive again.

And during not-so-often times like these, he'll speak and voice his affections.

"I love you.. We are going to have a great life together."

࿐°*˖✧┊͙✧˖*°࿐

Canada

How the relationship started

Matthew would be completely enamored by you just.. noticing him on a regular basis. Nodding your head at him whenever you two walked by each other in the hallway, mumbling a hello whenever you two sat next to each other, and the mere act of your eyes meeting his. Fully looking at him, and not just straight through him. It always left him red and unable to calm his heart for the rest of the day, so it was only natural he'd fall head over heels for you.

His crush on you kept festering day by day, with him being too shy to continue the little interactions you have, and having such little experience with socializing that he wouldn't even know how to continue furthering this "relationship."

Matthew is rather delusional. He spends his days fantasizing about talking to you, hanging out with you, being with you romantically, and, more often than he'd like to admit, rather impure things... all while you're seated next to him, or while you're across from him, a heady stare through his foggy glasses.

Eventually, Matthew starts to believe that you two were already in a romantic relationship, despite being acquaintances at best, and he starts to get really insecure. What if you forget about him someday? What if you stop noticing him, and you just disappear from his life? He believes that other people you notice, any other person you notice, will jeopardize that oh so special relationship you and Matthew clearly have.

So, Matthew bites the bullet, and asks you out for lunch one day. You smiled and blushed at him so brightly as you accepted, and at that moment, he knew he'd dedicate everything he had in his life to worshipping you.

Expectations

Matthew still puts in an effort to appear like a normal boyfriend, unlike Ivan, so your relationship with him would progress much more naturally.

That doesn't mean he hasn't been doing anything weird, though.

Matthew's already been envisioning what it'd be like to have a family and grow old with you the first moment he heard your voice. All you said was, "Good morning." So what more now that you two are in a real, established, romantic relationship?

He fantasizes constantly about clinging to you like a lifeline and crying about how much he loves you, and to hear you feel the same way he does. He wants to pin you beneath him, letting him do all the work, and showing you just how much he loves you, while whispering praises and prayers to you with a crazed, devoted look in his violet eyes.

You two have only been together for three weeks.

...If it wasn't apparent, all he wants is for you to always, always be by his side.

He doesn't care much for appearances or services like Ivan does. If anything, Matthew wants to be the one to do nice things for you, though he would like it too if you did nice stuff for him once in a while. Though, just kissing him on the cheek is enough to keep him overjoyed for like a week straight.

He spends a lot of time doting on you and trying to prolong the time you guys have together for as much as he can. Honestly, for the most part, Matthew would play the role of a normal boyfriend rather well, and your relationship wouldn't be really turbulent, except for, well...

Punishments

Matthew hates it when you have to go. Usually, he very reluctantly drives you back home after a bit of a fight, but he's just so pitiful you could never find it in yourself to be mad at him. I think he'd be the type to cry whenever you two had any sort of disagreement.

When he's lucky, he can get you to stay the night, which absolutely sends him on cloud nine, but it's not often enough for his liking...

Things would boil over, though, when you had to leave earlier than usual because you had to go to do something, like hang out with a friend, visit your mother, anything of the sort, and Matthew gets really upset.

He starts this whole thing of begging you to stay, that "Aren't I more important than them? Please don't leave." and he's tearing up, his shaky fingers holding onto your sleeve.

"Matthew, please, just for tonight."

"I-I don't want you to go, though."

Then he's crying. Harder than he usually does, and he's looking at you like a kicked puppy.

How could you still go after seeing him like that?

Matthew then learns that he can win you over with his tears. If he just cries for you, you'll stay, won't you?

He'd never lay his hands on you, but he'd constantly guilt-trip you and manipulate you for things to go in his favor.

Violence is something he'd see as a last resort, but it's still something he'd use against everyone else and himself, but never you. He hates to hurt others, but if they get in the way of him and you, he'll do it. I feel like people forget that, while nowhere as strong as Alfred is, Matthew is still a pretty strong guy. He wouldn't ever kill anyone, but he'd severely hurt them, and he'd be hiding his face the whole time.

And yes, he'd hurt himself for you. Those crocodile tears are bound to stop working on you someday, and when that time comes, he'll harm himself and say that he'll just keep hurting himself if you aren't with him.

Then you'll just have to run back to him, tend to his wounds, and reassure him that you still love him and that you'll stay.

...But if you keep trying to run, he'll have to just lock you up so you won't look at anyone else ever again.

Rewards

Matthew is affectionate in every sense, though he tends to show it through the way he wants to do anything and everything with you.

He's always holding onto your hands, massaging little circles into it, getting your favorite snacks when he does his groceries, drying your hair after showers, arranging dates and cooking and cleaning for you as much as he can. He's naturally very doting.

He does his best for you, he really does.

Besides acts of service, Matthew just likes to spend time with you. Lazing around with you on the couch, playing with your hair, and gazing right into your eyes like you were heaven-sent. He always has the most lovestruck expression on his face whenever he's with you.

"...You're the only one for me, you know that?" He mumbles, almost as if he doesn't know he's even talking.

And he says this next line with such devotion dripping from his voice that it makes your blood run a little cold.

"...I love you so much. Never leave me.."

┊͙✧˖*°࿐

(....guys was that decent. anyways! all art used is mine so if you're reading this, go give the original posts some love on my blog!)

#aph canada #hws canada #aph russia #hws russia #yandere russia #yandere canada #yandere hetalia #yandere hetalia x reader #yandere x reader #russia x reader #canada x reader #yandere russia x reader #yandere canada x reader #hetalia headcanons #🛁#asks #matthew williams #ivan braginsky

371 notes · View notes

woefulmachiavellianism · 7 days

Text

Bad batch Hc- Love Languages

So I have this theory that everyone's love language for giving and receiving aren't necessarily the same... Unless you're Hunter.

Hunter:

Giving: Acts Of Service

Hunter isn't always the best with words and sometimes can't be around other people with his hypersensitivity, but he can show his love for you by doing little things every now and then. He might do your assigned chore for the week that you really hate. He'd make sure to grab that favorite fruit of yours from Naboo after a mission there. He'd make sure to note the things that get on your nerves or stress you out, and actively try to avoid them. If you need the boys distracted so you can have some quiet time alone, he's your man.

Receiving: Acts of Service Just as I said he's not always down for physical touch or quality time. He's not really a big fan of gifts either, he's never sure what to do with them, and words are just words after all. But he's absolutely head over heels for you when he catches on to all the little things you do for him. His heart skips a beat when he comes back out of the 'fresher after a particularly messy mission and his gear has already been wiped down. He always chuckles to himself when he finds the ration bars you snuck into his pockets for when Wrecker won't stop complaining about being hungry. And when he finds you reading to Omega to get her to sleep...he swears right there he's going to marry you someday.

Echo:

Giving: Quality Time

After the Citadel, Echo is not the man he used to be. His confidence with words were cut out of him at the Techno Union along with his limbs. However, he knows how to be quiet and listen. He did a lot of it at the Rishi base, and you couldn't grow up with Fives and not be good at sitting silently while someone talks. He's happy to just sit and watch you talk about your day or even rant about that one thing that grinds your gears about the others. He's also content to just sit in silence, reading or working as you do the same. He's not confident enough for some things, but by the Maker he knows he can show and listen like no other.

Receiving: Words of Affirmation/Physical Touch This man is about as touch starved and insecure about his body as you can get. When Tech said he was more machine than man percentage wise, he silently cried himself to sleep that night. He needs to hear daily how much you care, not only to reassure him you want him, but to ground him to the present. Even if it's just a "Hey, handsome" in passing, it's enough to make his stomach flutter and a little color come back to his cheeks. At first he'd be very skittish about physical touch. He'd worry that his limbs are uncomfortable or you'd feel differently once you physically felt all his prostheses. However, once you two got over that bump, it'd be what he craved most. He wouldn't care if it was barely brushing knuckles while standing next to him, or waking up in your arms in the morning. Stars, if you combined the word with physical touch...snuggly pep talks or praise in the bedroom...he's a goner.

Tech:

Giving: Gifts

Tech understands that most of what he thinks to say isn't very romantic and while physical touch is nice, it's not always very practical. But Tech is very proud of his engineering skills and realizes how happy it makes those around him. The first time you complain about needing music he makes a note of supplies to scavenge for a radio. That man will never be over your face when he finally presents it to you. The shocked gasp, eyes alight, arms thrown around him in excitement as you squealed how much you loved it. If that had been his last day alive, he would've died a happy man. But now that he knows how you react, he takes every opportunity to present you with little trinkets and gifts. Need a new holster for your blaster? Give him a day. Looking bored while waiting for a new assignment from Cid? He'll grab a few spare bits and bobs from his pocket and make a spinning toy right at the bar.

Receiving: Quality Time While he lives to give you gifts, Tech doesn't need or want anything he can't or hasn't already made himself. Words of affirmation are kind of pointless...he knows that he's a good man and treats people fairly. What Tech really loves the most though, are the quiet moments together. Most of the time you aren't talking or even looking at each other, but having your calming presence in the room as he works is all he wants. If you're competent enough to hand him tools or assist him on projects, the man could kiss you right there. Nothing is more attractive to him than the sight of you wearing his goggles, working on the Marauder's engine beside him.

Wrecker:

Giving: Physical Touch Even in all his goofy absentmindedness, Wrecker is entirely aware of how big he is. And despite his namesake and his love for explosives, he's the softest man in the galaxy. He can tell just by the way his enemies fear his size, it comforts those who are close to him. He would do anything to make you feel safe and protected. He loves sneaking an arm around during briefings, or a hug before leaving for a mission. Kisses on the top of your head are his personal way of apologizing for his antics while simultaneously pointing out how short you are compared to him. If you're ever frightened, he won't hesitate to wrap his whole body around you like armor and say, "Cyare, 'm never gonna let anything happen to you."

Receiving: Gifts

I mean there probably was a time before gifts were his favorite, but once he got Lula, (and I firmly believe she was a secret gift from Cross) that was it. He sometimes struggles to remember the little things so it always amazes him how much you remember. You always have a carton of Mantell mix ready after a mission. Every time you get the chance to help him pet some small fuzzy creature, he's so happy he could cry. He tends to prefer food and comfort items, but even if you bring him a rock and say, "It reminded me of you," he goes weak at the knees.

Crosshair:

Giving: Physical Touch

Crosshair, as usual, doesn't operate the same way as his squad. The physical touch he gives isn't the same as Wrecker's or as Echo recieves. If he said how much he needs you aloud, it would make it true and in doing so, make him vulnerable. On the other hand, he can easily grab your ass or shove you against the wall for a kiss. His snark puts everyone off, he's painfully aware of that. But he's equally aware of his body and the sensations he can offer you. He knows exactly how to make you feel desired without uttering a word, and he loves to see you slowly faltering in your composure around him. His ego needs that stroke, and needs it often.

Receiving: Words of Affirmation/Quality Time Being the sassy asshole he is, Crosshair spends a lot of time alone and in silence. While he likes the silence and peace, he admits (only to himself) that it can be lonely. Having a partner who seeks out his presence but doesn't have to speak to or do anything with him to enjoy their time, it's all he's ever wanted in a relationship. However, what he never knew he wanted was the kind words you'd speak about him. All his life he'd been the asshole, the one everyone tells to shut-up and calls grumpy. The first time you tell him how good of a man he is, he has to physically turn away to keep his composure. No one had ever spoken that way to him or about him before. If he overheard you speaking kindly of him to someone else, he'd be strangely cuddly that night. He wouldn't try to take things further than kissing and tracing circles on your back while he holds you, and he wouldn't explain either. He just needs you to feel that same kindness in the only way he knows how to communicate it.

124 notes · View notes

nohoney · 7 months

Note

hi sweetness I hope you’ve been well mwah :3 I’ve been going through a really bad bkg brainrot lately 🤤.

Anyway I’m sending you lots of love and kissies mwah

hello my love! i’ve been doing well and i hope you have been too! i feel you on the bakugou brainrot so here’s a lil something since we been missing him ♡( ◡‿◡ )

“you gonna cum for me, yeah baby?” bakugou huffs as he pounds your cunt, his movements making the bed shake and the air is thick with the smell of sex. he’s got your legs over his shoulders as he’s hunched over you, his fat cock fucking deep and harder into you and making an absolute wreck of your guts. “gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

your voice trembles with a small yes and slurring out that you’re a good girl for him.

bakugou presses himself balls deep into you and the way your pussy clenched around him so tightly almost makes him cum on the spot. he’s gonna flood that sweet pussy of yours. fill you to the brim full of him and make it overflow into a mess onto the bedsheets below. he delights in the idea of fucking you until you can’t take anymore.

ah fuck, you just came on his cock again and he loves it.

“good girl.” he mumbles as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“want y’er cum! please cum in me!” you whimper pathetically. he feels your hands cup his face, holding him tenderly and making him look down at you. you’re absolutely dick drunk and high from the pleasure, so delectable and too goddamn cute that he can’t deny your request. “katsuki please?”

“i will baby, i will.” he assures you, slowing down the pace just a little with more firm and deep strokes. he takes both your hands off his face and pins them to the bed. he’s got your left wrist pinned but he laces his fingers together with your right hand. “say you love me first.”

it’s so sweet how your voice carries to his ears and how your pussy is pulsing around his dick, “i love you katsuki.”

“love you too.” he returns the sentiment, feeling gooey soft and tender for you. he revels in it for just a moment before he firmly plants his hands on your hips and pulls back his own. bakugou peers down as he leaves just the tip in, rocking his hips to tease you and hear you whine at him.

“katsuki no! no teasing!”

“okay sweetheart.” he croons.

he rams his hips forward and bakugou is in utter bliss when you cum again. he fucks you into a blubbering mess, your pussy gushing wet every time he goes in. your soft little pants fill the air and he adores how your hands clench into fists on the pillow your head lays on.

he listens to your praises and drinks them in, his heart swooning when you say again that you love him. bakugou fucks the words out of you and he chases the high, the veins in his hands popping as he grips your hips harder. “gonna cum baby, fucking—fuck!” he grunts as his head falls back, almost gasping as he cums. “god i love you.”

you hum sweetly in acknowledgment of his words, gently patting your chest and telling him softly, “c’mere.”

“need to clean you up first, sweetheart.” bakugou points out as he pulls out of you. yet he finds himself leaning down towards you, resting his head on your chest and allowing himself to be held by you. he can’t help but sigh happily as your hands run through his blond hair, your fingers massaging at his scalp in just the right way that he likes.

“gonna marry you someday,” bakugou mumbles against your skin as he gradually becomes more relaxed, “i swear it baby.”

and you smile at him, massaging at his shoulders next and you coo to him, “someday katsuki…”

#sending you my love and kisses bb mwah mwah #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut

363 notes · View notes

callsign-dexter · 9 months

Text

Out in the Open

Request: Ohhhhh 'Behind closed doors' was so great !!! 😍😍😍

Can I dare to request a sequel to it ? Maybe where their love never dies down so they marry someday and Cyclone gives them a speech, as he also adores how lovely he treats his daughter? And idk what else you'd like to add but maybe this would be cute 🥺🥰

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Simpson!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Cyclone being nice (yes this is a warning), implied smut, pregnancy, childbirth, swearing

First Installment- Behind Closed Doors

Second Installment- Out in the Open

Masterlist

Now that Natasha knew about your relationship with Bradley, he was over a lot more. Of course, you both kept it tamed down whenever it came to the bedroom when she was in the apartment. Surprisingly your father, Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson, was truly fine with it and he treated Bradley like any other pilot, that is after you threatened him.

You visited both of them at work way more often during your lunch break and Bradley came to your room as well. You both had been dating for 2 years now. Both of you are madly in love with the other. You've talked about marriage and kids and were definitely in favor of both. You both agreed to get a house before actually trying to start a family.

===============================

One night you both sat down at his apartment and talked about eventually buying a house in more detail, what you didn't know was that he had the perfect one picked out and knew you would love it. The house wasn't too far away from the base, school, or your parents.

It was brought up while you were sitting on the couch watching some house-hunting show, for whatever reason there may be. Bradley had asked to use your laptop and so of course you let him. He wanted it to be a surprise and when he found one he knew it was the perfect one.

The house was beautiful, it was a fully brick house with a two-car garage, a little deck on the front porch, and a fairly huge back deck, the backyard was perfect for kids and maybe a dog and enough space for a swimming pool. It was a three-story house with a fully finished basement, including a bedroom, kitchen area, a bathroom, or it could be anything from an apartment to, a gaming area, or another guest room. 3 bedrooms, one being the master bedroom, were upstairs with bathrooms attached, and a guest bedroom downstairs with an attached bathroom. The kitchen was a dream, it had an island in the middle and the kitchen table off to the side and it had a dining room. The living room was spacious with a rock fireplace on the furthest wall when you walk in and a place to mount a TV. There was also an office downstairs as well.

He sent the link to himself and finished what he needed and the both of you started to get ready for bed. He was nonstop smiling and when you asked what he was smiling about he didn't say a word about the house. "You. I'm smiling at you, pretty girl." He said and kissed you. Oh how you couldn't wait to marry this man.

The next morning you both were getting ready for work. You had some time before either of you had to go in so you sat around in the kitchen talking. "What do you think about moving into together?" Bradley asked you randomly one morning and it caught you off guard. You looked up at him confused and then went back to making your lunches.

"In here? Bradley there is hardly room for you. My apartment can barley hold two people, three people would be too much. Not to mention Natasha probably appreciate our late night activities-" Bradley cut you off by putting the knife down and cupping your face and kissing you to shut you up.

"No, Darling. I'm talking about moving into a house together." He said with a chuckle and you blushed embarrassed and you looked down and then back to him.

"I'm mean of course I've thought about it. I've thought about a lot of things especially life with you." You told him with so much emotion in your voice. He smiled "Why do you ask?" You asked him and he shook his head while letting go and started fiddling around in the kitchen.

"No reason. I'm just trying to plan things out." He said which really confused you. You heard his keys rattle and came up to you and grabbed his lunch and he gave you another kiss. "I'll see you after work. I may be late." You stood there speechless and now wondering what he had planned.

"I love you too, babe." You said to him in a confused voice and heard him chuckle and walked out the door. You finished what you were doing and headed out the door yourself.

When Bradley got to the base he walked in and bypassed the others and headed to his future father-in-law's office. When he got there he knocked on the door and waited for Beau to allow him in.

"Come in." Beau said and Bradley opened the door to find him alone and walked in while shutting the door. "Bradley. What can u do for you?" He asked his future son-in-law.

"You know I love your daughter with my whole heart right?" Bradley asked while taking a seat in front of Beau.

"If you're here to tell me that you're breaking up with her then you might as well start packing. I'll have you shipped off so fast you wouldn't even be able to take a breath." Beau threatened him. Beau loved his daughter and would do anything for her.

"What? No, sir. Absolutely not. I love your daughter. I want to marry her and have kids with her someday. I want to move in with her. Which is why I'm here, sir." Bradley said starting to sweat he truly did love you with all of his heart and he wanted all of it with you. Beau gave him a nod to go ahead when he stopped talking. "I found this amazing house that she would absolutely love. I wanted you to look at it and wanted your approval on it. I have the link to the listing but I was hoping you would go see it with me in person." Bradley said still feeling nervous. Beau stopped to think and nodded.

"We can go on our lunch break." He told the now nervous man in front of him and Bradley nodded and started to get up.

"Thank you, sir. I hope you both really like it." He said and started to turn away and towards the door when Beau stopped him.

"And Bradley." Beau said and Bradley stopped turning to Jim.

"Sir?" Bradley asked looking at him.

"If you ever and I mean ever break her heart, I will give you the worst assignment and base there is. No one and I mean no one hurts my little girl. Understood?" Beau asked him.

"Understood, sir." Bradley said and nodded which made Beau nod as well.

"Good. You're dismissed." He said and Bradley walked out the door and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, getting threatened by Vice Admiral Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson was worse than any mission he had been through. He couldn't wait to show him the house. He was going to ask him for your hand in marriage but he figured that would be saved for another day or when he showed him the house.

He went to the classroom to get ready for a brief that all instructors had to go through on the first day of bringing in new Top Gun students. The Daggers were already there sitting down when he joined them. They noticed he was late for once.

"You're late." Jake said first and smirked. "Get in trouble with Cyclone?" He asked making fun. Bradley rolled his eyes.

"No. I found this house that I wanted his approval on before taking Y/N to see it." Bradley told them.

"You're so whipped man." Jake said slapping him on the back and Bradley just shook his head.

"It's called being in love Hangman, something you wouldn't know about." Bradley shot back and that shut him up real fast.

"So let us see it." Natasha said breaking the tension and Bradley pulled out his phone and opened the link and handed it to her. Everyone crowded around her to look at it. "Oh wow it's gorgeous!" Natasha exclaimed "She's going to love it." She finished and everyone nodded in agreement and then Maverick, Beau, Warlock, and Hondo walked in and the breifing began.

When lunch came around, Bradley was nervous so nervous he thought if this was a mistake, but he loved you and wanted to be with you. Bradley had just finished doing flight post-check and was in the locker room already changed back into his khaki uniform. Beau met him in the locker room, this caused a lot of attention. "Are you ready to go?" He asked Bradley.

"Yes, sir." Bradley replied and Beau nodded.

"Good. We'll take my car." Beau said with no room for argument. Bradley didn't speak to any of his teammates just followed him out to his car. Bradley put the address in the GPS and on their way they went. Not much talking was done which was ok and not ok, it gave Bradley too much time to think. Before he knew it they were at the house parking in the driveway there was a car outside by the mailbox but it was just the realtor. It was much more beautiful in person.

Both men got out and walked to the front door. Bradley twisted the knob and it opened, and they walked in. The realtor, whose name was Stefanie, was in the kitchen and walked out to greet the two men. "Hello! I'm so glad you could make it!" She said in excitement and shook thei hands. She was clearly eyeing up the two men and who wouldn't? Two handsome men in Navy-issued khaki uniforms to look at a house.

"I'm glad we could make it too. Bradley, here," motioning to Bradley "is trying to find the perfect house for him and his girlfriend." Beau said and Bradley nodded. "Would you mind if we looked at it ourselves?" He asked and she nodded.

"Of course! I need to make a few phone calls so I'll be out in my car!" She said and they nodded and she left. Beau and Bradley started in the kitchen both running their hands over the black and white granite countertops. It looked like it had all new appliances, all electric. They continued throughout the house making here and there. The bedrooms were huge and all had walk-in closets. When they got to the basement Bradley stopped Beau.

"So what do you think?" He asked him and Beau nodded.

"It looks wonderful. Y/N is going to love it." Beau said looking around. "Are you going to make an offer on it?" He asked and Bradley was silent for a moment.

"I want to but I want to talk it over with her." Bradley said and Beau nodded "There is another thing I wanted to ask you though." He continued and started to get nervous. Beau turned to him and gave him a go-ahead motion with his head. "I love your daughter very much, but you already knew that. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, grow old with her, have children with her, and live in this house with her. What I'm asking is your blessing to marry her." Bradley finally got out and it was silent. He thought he made the wrong choice and was about to tell him to forget about it Beau spoke up.

"I know you love my daughter and would do anything to protect her. I know that she would love this house which I why I want you to put an offer in before it slips out from under you. I give you my blessing to marry my daughter but remember the little conversations we had this morning." Beau said and Bradley sighed in relief. To both of their surprise, they hugged each other. They walked back upstairs and met the realtor the house was actually in Bradley and your price range, and he made an offer and signed some papers and everyone shook hands and went on their way. Now it was time for him to show you the house.

Bradley decided not to show you the house right away wanting to make sure everything was perfect. It was two days later that he got the most amazing phone call ever. It was while he was at work and had just gotten done with teaching.

"This is Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw." Bradley answered his phone without looking. Everyone got promoted to Lieutenant Commander after the mission was a success and the Dagger Squad became an official Squad.

"Good afternoon, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw! I have some great news!" Stefanie said excitedly this got Bradley's heart racing. "You got the house." She said and it seemed like his heart stopped he actually got the house. "You can pick up the keys and you and your girlfriend can come by and sign more papers to make it official!" She finished.

"That's great! I'll see you this evening! I'll bring my girlfriend!" He said, "Thank you so much." They both bid each other goodbye and hung up the phone. He needed to tell Beau.

Bradley practically raced to the office and knocked and Beau called him in. Bradley immediately told him the good news and Beau actually graced him with a smile.

After work, Bradley made his way back to his apartment and when he got there your car was in the parking lot. He pulled the Bronco next to your car and killed the engine. He got out and walked in and was greeted with music playing and you in the kitchen you turned around and greeted him.

"Hey babe! I was just about to start dinner!" You said and he smiled.

"I was actually thinking we could go out." He said and that shocked you.

"Oh ok. Where are we going?" You asked.

"We'll decide on that when we get into the Bronco but first. We need to make a stop." He told you and you nodded. You grabbed your shoes and a hoodie, Bradley's hoodie, and followed him out the door. You got into the Bronco and headed that way. He drove to the address and when you got there your mouth dropped open.

"Bradley." You started but didn't know what to say. He didn't say anything as he pulled into the driveway and got out and helped you out. Stefanie was already there greeting you both.

"Hi! I'm Stefanie, you must be the girlfriend!" She said and you nodded and shook her hand that was outstretched.

"Yes. I'm Y/N. I'm confused." You said and she laughed.

"Your boyfriend and father came in two days ago and Bradley and he put in an offer and it was accepted." She said and you were shocked but happy, this was your dream home. "These are your keys." She said and handed the keys to you. Bradley was just there smiling. "Why don't you come in and sign some papers and the house is yours." She said and you nodded both of you following her. You did just that and she bid you both a goodnight and left. You couldn't believe this! Everything is perfect!

You had talked it over with Nat about moving into the house with Bradley and she was perfectly fine with it. You let her keep the apartment and she said that she would be taking over the bills and it wasn't that much of a rent she couldn't manage. You had let her keep the couch there was no reason for you to have two couches. She got to keep most of the appliances as well but you took your TV since she said that she had one in her room that she could bring out into the living room. Everyone helped with the moving-in process. After a weekend you both were moved in and began the unpacking process. A few weeks later you were all unpacked and ready to start your journey together.

===============================

After Bradley asked for your hand in marriage, he started to look for a ring, and who better to help than none other than your best friend? Natasha was absolutely thrilled to be included. Bradley started to search for the perfect ring after Natasha got you to cough up what you would like. It was really a simple cut with four diamonds on each side of the diamond. They went through a lot of rings but when he found this one it was perfect and it screamed you. So he got it. It had been 2 months since you both moved into your new house. You both had decided to have a cook out and that is when Bradley decided to propose. Your parents had already seen the ring and approved of it right away. He also showed Maverick and to say he swelled with proudness was an understatement, he was happy for Bradley, he saw Goose and Carole in him and you.

It was a Saturday so everyone was able to come over. Around 5:30 PM you both started to prepare for your guests. "Do we have enough food?" You asked Bradley and he chuckled.

"Yes, Darling. We have plenty. Your father is bringing the drinks, adding to what we already have. I'm about to pack the coolers outside and start to get the grill ready. Relax we got this." He said coming up to you and kissing you. The doorbell rang causing you to pull away from him and go open it. It turned out to be you father and mother.

"Mom, Dad! Hi!" You said and hugged them both and allowed them to come in. "Dad, Bradley has the coolers ready to be packed outside." You told him and he nodded and headed that way you could hear them greet each other and watched them walk out into the backyard. Your mother and you began talking while walking into the kitchen.

"This is an absolutely beautiful place." She said and you smiled.

"Yea sorry it took forever for you to be able to see it. We just wanted to get settled in first." You said and she nodded.

"It's ok. I understand. So when are you going to give me grandchildren?" She asked and you rolled your eyes she started asking you this question when you first started to date Bradley.

"Mom. We aren't even engaged yet." You said and she just chuckled.

"It doesn't hurt to start trying. Who knows tonight might be the night." She said and shrugged her shoulders.

"Mom!" You yelled and your eyes widened with your mouth falling open. She laughed and started to put food together. After the shock wore off you began to get things ready for the night.

At 6 PM everyone started to show up, first it was Maverick and Penny, Natasha, Bob, Jake, Javy, Mickey, Warlock, Hondo, and a few other friends from work. You and Bradley greeted each and every one of them. The night was going great and smoothly you sensed Bradley was nervous but you couldn't figure out why and each time you went to talk to him you pulled away. Beau and Bradley manned the grill and once everyone was done eating and just chilling around. It was getting dark and everyone crowded around the bonfire that Bradley had going, he insisted on building one when you moved in and you agreed to have one since you love bonfires.

"Everyone I have an announcement and question for my beautiful girlfriend," Bradley announced and everyone looked at him as he got up and held his hand out to you which you gladly accepted, he pulled you up and passed the bonfire to the other side. "Y/N, Darling. When you were first introduced to me at The Hard Deck by Natasha I was memorized, I knew I wanted to start a life with you. Nothing and no one could've kept me away from you that night. You then agreed to go out on a date with me at the end of the night and it was the best night of my life," he said and you were standing there knowing what was coming next "We started to talk about moving in together and what house you would absolutely love and when I found it I went straight to your dad and we went to check it out. It was perfect. I asked him for his blessing to marry you right in the basement." He continued and pretty much everyone was crying especially the females, he got down on one knee "So, Y/N Simpson. Would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man and marry me?" He asked bringing out the ring. Your jaw dropped, you couldn't believe it this was something you dreamt of. Tears started to flow and you nodded your head.

"Yes, Bradley. I'll marry you." You answered him and a huge smile broke out on his face. He put the ring on your finger and got up from the ground and gently grabbed your face in both of his hands and kissed you hard, you brought your hands to his and kissed back. You broke apart when air was needed. Everyone congratulated you and everyone wanted to see the ring. Let's just say you and Bradley didn't get to spend much time together that night during the cookout but after everyone was gone, you both made up for lost time. Photos were captured to remember the night.

Now it was time to start planning a wedding.

===============================

The wedding took 4 months to plan, most of the details already have been planned for your dream wedding. You wanted a beach wedding and Bradley agreed with you and that was doable considering you lived practically on the beach. You wanted long bridesmaids dresses and you wanted them to be sleeveless and a deep navy blue. Your wedding dress was your dream come true, it was a flowing dress and it fit you just right and had spaghetti straps. You had a veil that flowed behind you and your hair would be done up off of your neck and French braided on the side leading into a bun with some curls framing your face. The cake was three tiers and it was marbled with chocolate and vanilla with the hint of mint. The food was in a buffet kind of style and it was light food like sandwiches and finger foods but nothing to messy and some sides like potato salad and such. The drinks were self served and with an open bar.

Natasha took you and your 3 other bridesmaids out for a bachelorette party, while Jake and the others took Bradley and his groomsmen out. You all had fun and got a little tipsy. In 3 days you were getting married to the love of your life. You had rented a beach house to fit your guests and it was a place for you to get ready. There was also a reception hall which was done up the moment you got there and that is where the wedding reception would be held.

A rehearsal dinner and rehearsal took place the next day and everything was perfect. Again happy tears were shed. You couldn't wait to marry this man. Everyone mingled well and got along. Friends and family were invited to the wedding you both wanted to keep the numbers down.

3 days later you got ready and were getting ready to do the first look. You were all dressed and had your makeup and hair done when your mother called your father into the room. Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson about cried, correction he did cry. "Oh Sweetheart. You look so beautiful." He said in a breathy voice and you broke out in a smile and tears started to stream down.

"Oh, Daddy." You said and walked over to him hugging him you pulled away and smoothed your hands down his coat "You look so handsome." You replied in return. It was silent until Natasha walked in and said that Bradley was ready. You nodded and she opened the door to the room. You walked out with the help of your dad and out into the house and down the stairs. You got outside and saw Bradley standing at the entrance of the walkway heading to the beach. Beau walked you down to him and let you go, you tapped Bradley on the shoulder and he turned around and he'll admit he cried both of you were smiling while Amelia Benjamin took your pictures, she was the designated professional photographer for your wedding she also did your engagement photos.

After several thousand pictures the ceremony was ready to start. You could see everyone sitting down and Bradley and his groomsmen, Maverick, Jake, Javy, and Mickey up at the altar. Turns out Bob was ordained and was officiating the wedding. The music started to play for your bridesmaids to walk down the aisle, Natasha, Stella, Kennedy, and Amanda. The last three were your friends from work and you had gone to school with them and became really close with them. The music changed again and that was your cue for your father and you to start walking down the aisle. The breeze on the beach was perfect and it was not a very hot day, considering it was August. You and Beau got to Bradley "Who gives this woman away?" Bob asked.

"Her mother and I." Beau said while trying not to get chocked up Bob nodded his head and Bradley took your hand and helped you stand in front of him, you passed your bouquet to Natasha. Your dad went and sat down next to your mother, Amelia was taking pictures throughout the ceremony. Bob was speaking but all you could think about was how perfect Bradley looked in his dress whites. You and him had agreed on his dress whites because you thought her looked perfect in them and you hardily seen him in them. The groomsmen and Bob had the option to wear them if they wanted to but decided against it. You only came to when Bob spoke about reading vows.

"Both the groom and the bride have decided to exchange vows to show their love for one another. Bradley you may begin." Bob said nodding his head to him and he turned to grab the ring from Maverick and turned back to you.

"Y/N from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. You have made my life more exciting and light filled. Everyday that I get to spend with you is the best day of my life, it only gets better with you everyday. I want to start a family with you and grow old with you. We already bought our dream house. I promise to hold you and take care of you when you're sick. I promise to love you everyday. For richer or poorer. I'll be by your side and if I break that promise your dad will have me shipped off and baby I don't want that." Everyone laughed at the part, you looked over at your father with a playful glare and he hung his head and blushed. You turned back to Bradley "I'll be by your side until death do us part." He finished.

"Bradley do you take this beautiful woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Bob asked and Bradley nodded.

"I do." He said and placed the ring where your engagement ring once set.

"Y/N you may now say your vows." Bob said turning to you. You cleared your throat and took a moment as Natasha gave you the ring.

"Bradley. When I first met you at The Hard Deck I thought you were going to be like any other cocky aviator but you proved me wrong, and I'm thankful for that. You didn't freak out when I told you who my father was and boy was I grateful for that. No body and I mean no body has moved me like you did that night. Everyday when I look at you, I'm home. You're amazing in a lot of ways but I know you're going to be an amazing husband and father one day. I want to go grow old with you and raise our children together. I also promise to love you everyday. I promise to be there when you're down. I'll be with you for richer or poorer. I promise to be with you until death do us part." You said and smiled at him.

"Y/N do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Bob asked you and you nodded.

"I do." You said and placed the ring on his finger and held both of this hands.

"By the power vested in me and the state of California. I know pronounce you husband and wife. Bradley you may now kiss your bride." Bob said and Bradley did just that and you gladly kissed him back, you only pulled away when air was needed. You turned to the crowd while Natasha gave you your bouquet back. You and your now husband walked down the aisle. Pictures were taken of everyone and then you, Bradley, the groomsmen and the bridesmaids went to the beach house while everyone went up to the reception hall.

When you arrived the party was just starting. No body ate until you both were announced and you were allowed to get food and settled. As everyone was getting done with eating it was time to cut the cake. You both cut it together and fed it to each other. Bradley wouldn't dare shove it in your face, he was afraid of your dad and upsetting you. Everyone cheered and then speeches started. Everyone that wanted to make speeches did. Beau wanted to make one which didn't surprise many people.

"I want to say that you two make a great team. I'm so glad I'm gaining a son-in-law that truly loves my daughter and it is plain to see that she loves you back. I knew Bradley was the one for her when she threatened me at Saturday breakfast telling me not to give him a hard time at work. When he asked my permission to marry her I knew my answer was yes right away. He is a great aviator and will be a great husband and father to my grandkids. So, here is to the happy couple. I love you both." Beau finished and you were crying everyone took a drink as a toast. He handed the microphone over to you for you both to make announcements.

"We just wanted to say thank you for coming. It means so much to both of us. We are so glad we our friends and family could come and celebrate this amazing day with us. We want to thank Bob for officiating us and marrying us. We also want to thank everyone that helped with setting this up and hanging decorations and making it perfect for us." Bradley said while he held the microphone and you.

The DJ came over and the sound system and said it was time for the father daughter dance. It was emotional for both and you and Beau, he said sweet nothings to you and made you laugh and he smiled, which was a rare occurrence. It was time for the mother son dance but since Bradley's mother wasn't there your mother danced with him, she talked to him throughout it and honestly it was perfect. All the important dances were done and now the floor was opened up to everyone. The reception went well into the night and everyone had their fair amount of drinks.

It was around 1 in the morning when you and Bradley made it to the small cottage that was also rented out for just the two of you. Neither of you got much sleep instead it was filled with slow passionate love making as a married couple. You finally had the man of your dreams.

===============================

You were sent to your honeymoon right after you both got married, you both had enough time saved up for vacation. Your honeymoon was set in Venice, Italy. It was spent sightseeing and just spending time together. The weather was perfect and so was your husband. The honeymoon was 3 weeks long.

3 weeks means a lot of spending inanimate time together. In fact there wasn’t a time where you weren’t trying to make a family. You both wanted kids dearly and you started early. One night while you were eating dinner on the balcony looking over the city with sunsetting you brought it up. “Have you ever thought about kids?” you asked before taking a sip of your wine. Bradley nodded.

“I have especially with you.” He said

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” he asked and you thought for a moment.

“I really want both but I would be happy with either one. I would be extremely happy with twins.” You said looking into the eyes of your husband “You?” You asked.

“This is going to sound crazy but I’m the exact same way. Have you thought about names?” He asked you and you nodded.

“I have.” You replied.

“Oh yea? What would they be?” He asked

“Well I thought about this long and hard. If it was a boy it would be Nicholas Beau Bradshaw, Nick for short” You said and he was silent, you were afraid he hated it. “I’m sorry we can pick a different name. I just thought since you talked so highly of your father I wanted our son to be like him. I also wanted him to have dad’s name as a middle name to honor him.” You told your head going down to look at your food that you were pushing around.

“I love it, Darling. How come I didn’t know about it?” He asked and you looked up.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You said quietly

“What would you name the girl?” He asked you. You smiled.

“Caroline Petra Bradshaw, Carole for short.” You said and studied his face and his eyes were shining with tears. “Your mother should be honored for raising such a handsome, caring, and strong man that is now my husband. Maverick should be in there as well since he’s like a father to you.” You finished Bradley didn’t say a word instead he got up and went straight to you and picked you up and carried you to bed. That night he showed you the gratitude for you choosing those names and keeping his family alive in your family.

3 weeks went by fast and before you knew it you were back at home and each of you going back to work, as much as you didn’t want to go. You changed your name on everything important.

===============================

2 weeks after being back at home you started to get sick, you had some suspicions so you bought some pregnancy tests. Bradley had walked in one evening to you throwing up and he was worried. He rushed to you and held your hair back “Darling, are you ok?” He asked and all he got in reply was you gagging and throwing up in the toilet. “Oh, Darling. It’s ok.” He said and rubbed your back. After a few minutes you leaned back and flushed the toilet.

“I think I might be pregnant.” You told him.

“Why do you think that?” He asked curiously.

“I started getting sick and smells were getting to me and I have been craving dill pickle chips and pickles with flaming hot Cheetos. I didn’t think it was anything at first until I started to crave those things.” You said and Bradley made a disgusted face to those combinations of food. “I bought a couple of pregnancy tests but didn’t want to take them in case I’m not pregnant and this is just me being weird.” You finished.

“Oh, Darling. How about you take them now? I’ll be here with you.” He suggested and you nodded and did just that. You made him go out of the bathroom while you did them and sat them on the sink and put a timer on and allowed him. You both sat against the tub in your bathroom. The timer went off and you got up and brought them over to him so that you could see them together. You both smiled when two lines appeared on both of the tests.

You were pregnant.

You got set up with an appointment right away with a doctor appointment where they did an ultrasound and got the surprise of your lifetime. You were having twins. Dreams really do come true. Now it was time to tell your family and friends. You wanted to tell your father, mother, and Maverick first so you called them over. It was a Friday night when they came over, you all had dinner and when dessert came around you decided to tell them. “We have some news for you all.” You started and looked at Bradley and he nodded to go ahead “We are pregnant with twins.” You said and everyone broke out in smiles and Beau actually smiled.

“It’s about time you gave me grandchildren.” Your mother said and everyone laughed “We’re really happy for you Sweetheart.” Everyone went around giving congratulations to you and Bradley. You all moved to the living room and finished out your night there and then they went home. Each giving you and Bradley a hug.

Your 18 week appointment came around and this was when you would be finding out the sex of your children.

You and Bradley talked about if you wanted to keep it a secret but decided against it. You already have names picked out. “Would you like to find out the sex of your babies?” Dr. Avery asked and you both nodded eagerly. She moved the wand around and pointed to each of them “This one is a girl and a little bit shy and this little confident one is a boy. He looks like he is shielding his sister. He’s going to be a protector for sure.” She said you and Bradley, who was standing behind you holding your hand, smiled and nodded.

“Just like his daddy.” You said and everyone chuckled

“Would you like a picture?” Dr. Avery asked and you both nodded. She took it and printed it out and then gave you it and gave you a paper towel to wipe off the gel which you gladly accepted. You couldn’t wait to share the news. Everyone took the news well and were so excited for you both and couldn’t wait for them to get here so they could spoil them. Each month your stomach swelled and Bradley couldn’t help but rub his hands over it. He and you talked to them every night and each time they responded with a kick.

9 months was approaching quickly, you wanted to work up until you couldn’t anymore and that came about when you were 8 months along. All of your female students were asking questions and were jealous especially when your husband came by when he and you were on lunch break. You were close to your due date and each of you had go bags in both of your vehicles. One day during lunch you were visiting your husband and father, when your water decided to break and it was game on. Everyone was cool, calm, and collected then again they were used to high pressure situations. “You’re doing great, Darling.” Bradley said while he drove your car claiming he didn’t want fluid all over his precious Bronco and you just rolled your eyes.

You arrived at the hospital in record time and they took you to the labor and delivery floor. Your father stayed out in the waiting room and called everyone, they were there in record time. “Any word on the mother and babies?” Your mother asked your father and he shook his head.

“They only let Bradley go back there since he’s the father.” Beau said and she nodded her head in understanding.

“Have they picked out names?” Maverick asked

“They have but they haven’t told us.” Your mother said.

Each time they came to check on you, you were only so many cm dilated. This was your 8th hour being in labor and the contractions were painful. “Hello Mrs. Bradshaw! I’m just going to check and see how far along you are.” a nurse said and you nodded “It looks like your 10 cm dilated. I’ll page Dr. Avery and we’ll be on our way!” She said cheerily.

“It’s about damn time.” You said as another contraction ripped through you and you practically growled. You turned to Bradley “I fucking hate you.” You told him and he knew you didn’t mean it. Dr. Avery came in with two nurses and they helped you get into position. You were a sweating mess and in so much pain but didn’t want an epidural which Bradley thought you were crazy for.

“The next contraction, I want you to push momma.” Dr. Avery said and you nodded. The next contraction hit and you pushed “Ok and stop. You’re doing well momma.” She said and this went on for a few minutes “Ok. I see the head of the first baby. I want you to push with all of your might on the next contraction.” She said and you nodded when it hit you pushed hard “I see the head.” She said and you were getting tired but wanted this and then finally the baby came out “Good job momma! You have a little boy!” She said “Dad you want to cut the cord?” She asked Bradley and he nodded. He cut exactly where he was told and then another contraction hit and he was taken away to be cleaned up. “Ok, Mrs. Bradshaw ready to push? You know the drill.” She asked and you nodded and got ready to push again. The contraction hit and you pushed.

“Bradley, you are never touching me again.” You said while pushing. Everyone just chuckled knowing you didn’t mean it.

“Ok momma, take a break.” Dr. Avery said and you slumped back on the chair the next contraction hit and you started to push as directed “Ok, I see the head!” She exclaimed and you kept pushing with all your might. After 3 minutes your second baby was out and letting everyone know of her arrival “Congratulations you have a healthy little girl!” She said and instructed Bradley to cut the cord again. She was taken away and cleaned up and then both of them were placed on your chest, you were crying and sweating and Bradley was crying. Dr, Avery cleaned up and walked out of the room.

“Hello babies. I’m your mom and that hunk of a crying man beside me is your dad.” You all chuckled.

“Do you have names?” The nurse asked and you nodded your head and told them.

===============================

“What is taking them so long?” Jake asked impatiently and Natasha hit him in the back of the head “Ow. What was that for?” He asked.

“Be patient.” Natasha said just about the time Bradley walked out into the waiting room everyone looked at him and saw the tear tracks but he was smiling.

“So?” Jake asked and got another hit from Javy this time.

“We have a healthy baby boy and baby girl.” He said Jake, Natasha, Mickey, Javy, and Bob jumped up and hugged him and they broke apart. Beau and Maverick shook his hand and hugged him while your mother bear hugged him “Cyclone, Bailey, and Maverick. Would you like to meet them first?” He asked them since they were the parents of you and Maverick the pseudo father to him, they nodded and followed him back. They walked into the room quietly.

“Hey guys.” You said quietly holding the two babies. Bradley came over to you and took your little girl.

“I want you to meet Caroline Petra Bradshaw.” Bradley said and Maverick had tears streaming down his face.

“Guys.” He started “I don’t know what to say.” He said and you both shook your head.

“You don’t need to say anything. You acted like my father even though you pulled my papers and we went through a rough patch but you made me a better pilot. We wanted Caroline to have your name.” He said and he teared up.

“And this is Nicholas Beau Bradshaw.” You said nodding to the little boy “He was born 3 minutes before Caroline.” You finished your dad broke out in tears “Oh, Dad. It’s ok.” You said as he wiped his tears.

"Your parents would be so proud of you Bradley. I bet they're up there right now smiling." Maverick said, which made Bradley tear up, walk over to him and side-hug him.

"Thank you." Bradley whispered to him and let him go and wiped a tear and walked back to your side.

Both babies were sleeping soundly. They were passed around to each of the other three members in the room. Bradley went and got the others once he got the all-clear from you and they were introduced to the newest members of the Dagger Squad. The twins were passed around but then you started to yawn and that is when everyone bid their goodbyes and congratulations and to everyone’s surprise Jake brought the most gifts.

Once everyone left your father, mother, and husband were left in the room. You could barely keep your eyes open and your dad noticed this “Get some sleep, Sweetheart. We got it handled from here.” He said and you nodded. Bradley came over and kissed your forehead as your eyes slipped closed and you fell into a peaceful sleep.

You were able to sleep peacefully knowing that Nick and Caroline were in good hands with her father, grandfather, and grandmother. You couldn’t wait to get them home and begin your journey with them but for now you would be getting a much deserved rest.

Tag List:

@kmc1989

@els-marvelvsp

@atarmychick007

@nyx2021

347 notes · View notes

aestheticaltcow · 3 months

Text

Our Present

Part two to Our Future

Richie walked back into the party, confused about what had happened. He attempted to push it into the back of his head as he watched Eva and her friends run around the backyard trading friendship bracelets. He smiled to himself as he got his phone out of his pocket to take a picture to send you.

After singing Happy Birthday, eating ice cream cake, and opening presents, Richie was finally alone with Tiff. “Oh hey- I thought you left.” she laughed as she picked up empty paper cups to throw in the trash. “Yeah… what did you say to Y/N? She kinda just left… said something about talkin’ to you.” Richie asked, watching Tiffany lose the color in her cheeks. “Richie, I didn’t say anything. I swear.” Richie shook his head, “Nonono, Tiff, you said somethin’... I wanna know what you said.” she sighed and put the trashcan she’d been carrying through the living room down, “Okay- I guess I did say somethin’...” She leaned against the wall, avoiding eye contact with him. “What did you say?!” Richie demanded, trying his best not to yell, “Calm down.” Tiffany warned, crossing her arms over her chest. Richie paused, “Okay, I’m sorry, but what did you say to her?”

“I think I gave her perspective?” Tiffany swallowed, “On what?” Richie’s face scrunched in frustration. Tiffany pushed her hands through her hair, “Okay, Richie, we’d been together for two years when she was born-” “Tiffany. What did you say.” Richie crossed her arms over his chest and stared down at Tiffany. She entered the kitchen, “I asked if she wanted to travel or get married or have a kid someday…” “I need to get out of here before I lose it.”

“Daddy?” Eva asked from the top of the stairs as Richie huffed toward the door, “Hey, sweetheart.” he faked a smile, “Are you mad at Mommy?” he shook his head. “Don’t worry that pretty lil head about it. I had fun at your party- did you have fun?” Eva nodded, and Richie’s face softened. “That’s good… Happy Birthday, princess. I love you, okay?” Eva nodded. “I love you too, Daddy.”

As Richie pulled into his parking spot, he noticed your missing car. Richie felt his heart rate increase as breathing became harder. He haphazardly parked and ran up the stairs. He struggled to get his key in the lock but opened the door, “Baby! You here?!” Richie yelled as soon as he’d entered the apartment. When he got no response, he walked toward your shared bedroom. He noticed your missing shoes from the cubby by the door. He shook his head, refusing to believe you’d leave him without saying anything. “Yo. Baby?” he opened the bedroom door to see the bed made and more of your possessions missing. “No. No. She wouldn’t…” he fished his phone out of his pocket and hit your contact. It immediately went to voice mail. He hung up and dialed again as he paced through your bedroom, looking into the closet to see that some of your clothes were missing. “Baby. Answer the fuckin’ phone.” Richie sighed into his phone when your voicemail came through his speaker.

Richie walked back into the main part of the apartment and saw a note on the counter. “Sorry to leave you like this, but we want different things. My Dad said he’d come by to pick up the rest of my stuff later in the week. -Y/N” Richie stared at the paper with disbelief. He shook his head, crumpling the paper as he exited the apartment, slamming the door on his way out. You weren’t leaving him like this.

Richie knew your parents weren’t his biggest fans, but you had to be there. Your car wasn’t parked outside their building, but you had to be there. Richie couldn’t let you leave him like this. Maybe he should have followed you when you’d left the party? He knocked on your parent’s apartment door to reveal your mom, “Richie. What are you doin’ here?” she questioned, surprised at his presence. “Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N, have you heard from Y/N?” “She left your ass, Richard.” your Dad laughed. Richie scoffed, “Have you heard from her?” Richie asked again; your mom nodded. “She said something about self-discovery? I’m not sure; she was a mess.” Richie nodded. “Thank you… can you call me if you hear from her?” she nodded. “I will, Richie.”

Anger, hurt, confusion… Richie was ripping his hair out at what had happened between the two of you. He thought the two of you were on the same page about marriage and kids. He was sitting at the bar working on the front-of-house schedule when Lily, a friend from your serving days, approached the bar. “Hey, Richieeee…” she grimaced. “No.” Richie answered without looking up, “Richie, I asked Milo and-” “I don’t care. Answers no.” Lily sighed, “Fine. I guess I’ll just tell Y/N-” “Lily. Walk away before I fire you.” he huffed before walking back to the kitchen and into the back alley.

Before turning the corner to go to his usual smoking spot, he heard some busboys talking about you, “Should I try to shoot my shot again? Y/N’s so fuckin’ hot now.” “Dude, she rejected you last time you tried.” “Yeah, but now she’s on the rebound- bleached her hair, postin’ sad shit on Instagram… I think I have a shot.” “You fuckin’ wish. She’s like a relationship girl, not a rebound girl.” Richie clenched his fist before quickly turning around to go back inside. He needed answers.

A few weeks had passed since the breakup, and on a rare day off, your Dad showed up at Richie’s apartment to pick up the rest of your belongings. While he didn’t like Richie, he could also see that his daughter was a bit harsh in how she’d ended the relationship. The two men awkwardly stood in the living room, “You want a beer or somethin’?” Richie asked, “No. I don’t like you, Richie, but it was cold of Y/N to break up with you the way she had.” Richie chuckled. “Yeah… where is she? She blocked me, but I gotta talk to her.” “You didn’t hear it from me, but she’s at her friend Connie’s place.”

You slipped your headphones off when you heard yelling coming from outside your bedroom door. “She’s not fuckin’ here!” Connie yelled as you got closer to the door. “That fuckin’ bullshit- her car is outside!” Richie’s voice boomed. You swallowed before leaving the bedroom, “Connie, it’s okay- come on. Let’s get this over with.” you said, beckoning to Richie. He stood there in awe for a moment before sheepishly nodding.

The two of you stood awkwardly before Richie finally piped up, “Y/N, you can’t just fuckin’ leave me like that.” you sighed. You knew it wasn’t the right way to end the relationship, but the thought of this. conversation triggered many memories from the past, and you couldn’t face Richie. “Richie-” “No. No. This is all bullshit. Just come home, baby.” he pleaded. You shook your head, “Why not?! Do you not love me anymore?” he asked, trying to fight back the urge to throw you over his shoulder and just take you home. “I love you, but I want to get married and maybe have a kid or two-” “Okay. Let’s get fuckin’ married then,” he interjected. You sighed, “Richie, I want you to want to marry me because you want to-.” “You said it was just a piece of paper. What fuckin’ changed?” he was struggling to contain his feelings at that point. “Just- Richie, please just go home.” you pleaded as tears started to form in your eyes, “I love you, Y/N. You wana get married- I’ll marry you. You wanna have a kid- I’ll give you a fuckin’ baby. I want to be with you, Y/N. Just come home, baby.”

You stared down at the floor until you felt Richie’s hands delicately grip your hips. As he pulls you closer to his body, your hands move to his chest and gently push him away. “You should leave Richie,” you whispered, not daring to look up at him. Richie sighed and dropped his hands. You felt his thumb under your chin and allowed it to push your chin up and finally meet his eyes. “I’m not givin’ up on this. Just think about it. Okay?”

Weeks passed, and you couldn’t shake your feelings for Richie. You tried to write it off as your first real relationship. Of course, it would take a while to get over. However, it seemed like everything had just reminded you of him. You tried to focus on your work; you tried to distract yourself with stupid reality TV. You were going to the gym every night. Lily tried to convince you to download Tinder to get your mind off of Richie, and Connie was team ‘get back together with Richie because you’re pathetically in love with him and should’ve never broken up in the first place’; you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. While you couldn’t get the man out of your head, could you really just be happy being his girlfriend forever? You stared up at the ceiling when your phone started vibrating next to you. You sighed and rolled over to see the caller ID was Carmy, “Hello?” you quickly answered, wondering why he’d be calling you at almost midnight. “Come home already.” Richie’s voice came through the speaker, “You took Carmy’s phone to call me?” “The jagoff’s passcode is 1111. He was askin’ for it.” “Dumbass is gonna get his phone stolen.” “He left it in the office- practically askin’ for it, ya know?” “Yea… I miss you.” “Then come home.” “I don’t-” “Y/N, just come home. I need you- I’ve been think’ a lot. I wasn’t the best husband to Tiff, and I guess I'm just scared I won’t be a good one to you either- GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE CARMY I SWEAR TO FUCKIN’ GOD!” “Can’t really yell at Carmy to get out of the office when you snagged his phone, Richie… but, um, I get what you’re saying.” “Yea?” “Yeah.” “Come home?” “Okay.”

#richie jerimovich angst #richie jerimovich imagine #richie jerimovich #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich fan fiction #richie jerimovich fan fic #the bear #the bear imagine #the bear x reader #the bear fan fiction #the bear fan fic

115 notes · View notes

heartsforvin · 9 months

Text

FOREVER ALWAYS

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!fiancé reader

warnings; language, hinting of sexual themes, some angst, overall fluff <3

summary; it’s you and vinnie’s big day, but who knew such a beautiful day could take such a big turn

✧∘* ೃ ⋆｡˚.

todays the day, the day you can finally say the two words that’ll make both your lives complete. the wedding planning went somewhat smoothly, a few bumps here and there, but overall it went well.

you always envisioned marrying vinnie someday. you both knew after the second date you two had, you wanted to be with each other forever.

some found it odd how both of you knew so soon that you wanted to spend eternity together, but you and vinnie didn’t care about those opinions.

what mattered was that you two love each other endlessly, and wanted to make a commitment to that.

you were so excited to call the boy you’ve spent the last five years of your life with, your husband.

he was just as excited to call you his wife. maybe a little bit more excited than you.

it shocked both of you how long you guys have been together, it feels like yesterday the two of you met and were going on your first date.

you’ll never forget that day.

✧∘* ೃ ⋆｡˚.

you had just walked into the building where the photoshoot was being held, nervous was an understatement as to how you were feeling.

you were excited, yes, but petrified as well. fearing you might mess the slightest thing up.

no one told you anything about the shoot, so when you saw a tall man walk into the studio, you were confused.

knitting your eyebrows, you turned to the cameraman and asked, “who is that?”

he smiled. “that’s vinnie, he’s going to be apart of this shoot, too.” the man beside you explained.

you nodded your head, understanding completely. he was gorgeous, now that you notice.

he had blonde curly hair, tattoos that scattered along his arms, chest, collarbone, and you could assume more places. his jaw was sharp and defined, and not to mention the obvious muscle he had.

you couldn’t help but stare, he was just so pretty to look at. your gaze soon averted once he caught you looking at him, you drew your attention somewhere else.

“hey,” you soon heard, you turned your head back to look at who was speaking to you. “i’m vinnie, you must be y/n.” he introduced, giving you a cheeky smile.

now was the time you could really admire his appearance. his gorgeous hazel eyes you could get lost in stared right into yours, that cheeky smile he still had plastered on his beautiful face. you could stare at him for hours.

that would be creepy, though. at least right now, since you two are strangers. he probably wouldn’t appreciate you staring at him.

little did you know, he was thinking the same thing you were— how beautiful you are. everything about you seemed insanely gorgeous to him.

he could stare at you for hours.

your attention was cut short when you heard your name being called again, you shook your head to rid your thoughts.

“what was that?” you asked, completely embarrassed that you have to make him repeat his question.

vinnie laughed and you swear you felt your heart skip a beat, or ten. “i just asked if your name was y/n.” he repeated.

your name never felt more beautiful in your life. you smiled, nodding your head. “that’s me.” you smiled.

the blonde returned the gesture, holding out his hand for you to shake.

you shook his hand, giving him the same cheeky smile he gave you moments prior.

after introductions, the shoot finally began and the two of you had unbelievable chemistry, making things a lot easier.

about an hour later everything was done and you two were free to leave. although before you could go, vinnie stopped you.

“hey, i’m not really good at these kinds of things but,” he started, needing to take a moment to calm his nerves. you found it cute. “would you wanna maybe go out sometime?” he asked.

your cheeks heated, a bright red tinting them as you smiled and bit your lip.

nodding your head, you wanted to give the boy a more verbal response so he could know your answer clearly.

“i would love to go out with you, vinnie.” you replied. you asked for his phone, once you had it in your hands you put your number in and smiled at the boy in front of me.

“i’m free pretty much all week, text me when you are and you can pick me up.” you told the blonde, making his cheeks heat up this time.

about two days later vinnie had texted you, and the rest was history.

✧∘* ೃ ⋆｡˚.

ever since that day and the second date (just to really make sure), you both knew you were made for each other.

now, here you were, all ready to get married to your best friend. you smiled at yourself in the mirror, loving the dress you picked out, the way your hair and makeup was done, and everything in between.

although, that soon came to and end when you heard an all too familiar voice shout from outside the room you were currently in.

“i don’t think i can do this, jett.” you heard your fiancé say, making you go from happy to panicked in a second.

you stood still for a minute, wanting to hear if that’s all he would say before jett reassured him, or if the two would walk away.

moments later, you heard jett’s voice speak up to reassure the man next to him, you smiled at his words.

“you got this, man! come on, you two were so happy to do all the wedding planning. sure you guys had a few bumps along the way, but you love her, man. go show everyone just how much you do.”

your eyes started to well with tears at the words you heard from the other side of the door. vinnie’s head was still racing with thoughts, though.

thoughts that couldn’t be in someone’s head the moment their about to get married.

“what if i end up divorced in a year? hell, even a month, A WEEK?!” the man exclaimed.

his breathing became erratic, he knew he can’t think like this, but it is a possibility to consider.

maybe they moved too fast too soon?

maybe they should call the wedding off?

maybe vinnie’s right and they will get divorced sooner than they married.

no, you were not going to think the same things he was right now. you were happy, you are happy.

it’s just nerves, vinnie’s just nervous is all. you completely understand that.

not wanting to hear his rambling any longer, you decided to push open the doors of the room you were in and face the man who you’ve loved for the past five years.

his facial expression didn’t shock you when you walked out of that room. the two of you agreed to keep the first look a secret for both of you.

vinnie instantly shut his brain off the moment he saw you, he couldn’t believe that he was having doubts now that he was seeing you.

“i’ll leave you two to talk, just know i’m not telling anybody the wedding is off, so hurry up.” jett spoke up, making the two of you laugh.

vinnie pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly. “you look absolutely stunning, my love.” he whispered.

you blushed, looking up at him to give him a quick kiss. “you’re not too bad yourself, mr. hacker.”

vinnie smiled, loving the way that sounded, even though it wasn’t his last name that was changing, it was yours.

just the fact you’ll soon be hacker in such a short period of time is what he’s loving.

“why are you having doubts about us, baby?” you needed a clear answer before really tying things down.

vinnie loves you, he really does. it’s just that mere thought of him not loving you, or you not loving him, that scares him the most.

he could never not love you, though. he has and will forever make that clear.

the man sighed, grabbing his girl’s hands in his. “i’m so fucking scared of losing you, y/n.” he spoke ever so quietly.

you reached up to cup his cheeks in your hands, stroking your thumb ever so softly over his cheekbone.

“i’m not going anywhere, my love. you’re about to be stuck with me for life. especially in two years time.” you reassured, hinting at the fact you wanted kids with him.

vinnie smirked. “two years, huh?” he asked, you nodded.

two years might not be a big gap for kids for some people, but it was for you two.

or you at least.

“that is, if two years is long enough for you to wait.” you returned the gesture, moving your hands to rest on his chest.

you stepped back and admired him. he looked absolutely gorgeous all dressed up in a suit. you loved him in suits.

“i was thinking we could start tonight, actually.” he said, making you burst out laughing.

it was obvious the doubts in his head were long gone, you were thankful for that.

you hit his chest playfully, not surprised one bit that he said such a thing.

“come on, let’s go show everyone how much we love each other,” you started before being interrupted.

“y/n, sweetheart, i do not need my friends- let alone my family, see us fuck like rabbits.” vinnie joked, making you gasp loudly.

you pushed the man, making him budge slightly but not by much. “vincent cole hacker!” you scolded as if you were his mother.

he laughed, finding it absolutely hilarious how he just said probably one of the most inappropriate things he’s ever said, and you had to scold him like a five year old for it.

“keep that shit up and i won’t become mrs. hacker after all.” you joked, making his face go flat.

“that’s not funny.” he said in the most serious tone, making you crack a smile.

he couldn’t help but smile too, grabbing your hand and walking you over to the doors of the room where you both will soon be known as…

mr and mrs hacker.

forever always.

i hope you all enjoyed this one! i’m gonna be making a part two but not gonna give out what it’s about yet. (you can probably guess LOL) my writing’s still a bit rusty, it’s been awhile so bear w me! anyways, leace requests if you’d like !! <3

#vhackerr #vinniehacker #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie hacker smut #vinniehackerfanfic #vincent hacker

180 notes · View notes

chelleztjs18 · 10 months

Text

Choices (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Wanda met you by chance and yet she has a choice to make.

Warning: Angst.. Cheating (i'm not sure to put it as cheating fic or implied cheating), swearing words.

A/n: Hello peeps! Here's more angst for you. I hope you like it! Happy reading!

Main Masterlist

“Are you happy?” Three little words of a question that are simple but complicated at the same time for Wanda. Nobody asked her that question but her, to herself. Everytime the question echoes in her mind and heart, it scares her. She doesn’t have the answer to it, or perhaps she does but she is trying hard to avoid the real answer.

With no doubt, she is grateful to have a beautiful family with Vision. Been with him for a little over a decade, got married for a few years and were blessed with two wonderful sons. It was a picture perfect life. Friends and family kept telling how lucky she is with her life now. Some even straight up told her that they were envious of her happy life and wished they had the life that Wanda has.

Everybody knows Wanda and Vision has a perfect family but nobody knows how she really feels. To Wanda, theoretically, she should be happy. The truth is, she is struggling.

Struggling internally alone for years wasn’t easy at all for her. Battling the depression she has and fighting all the intrusive thoughts is exhausting for her. Nobody knows how she has been feeling unheard and unappreciated by Vision. No one knows how hard headed he is. Wanda feels alone in this so-called happy marriage, so alone.

Wanda is in a deep secret hollow in need of happiness in her and she never tells a soul about it. Despite all of the problems she has with her depression and Vision, deep down, she also knows she is very attracted to women and she wants a happy life with the one she loves someday.

It’s unavoidable that sometimes Wanda hates herself for even wishing to leave everything to have the dream life. It all feels worse as a huge boulder of guilt puts extra weight in her heart. Wanda wants to give up. Sometimes she can no longer find her will to live.

Then, you came. It all started with a simple conversation starter in her inbox, being the friendly person she is, Wanda replied. You two instantly had a magical connection. Messages after messages, turned into more conversations. You and Wanda grew close together. Wanda was lost until she found her again in you.

Friendly words turn to personal. Love words and pet names were all over you and Wanda. Just like a strong magnetic pull, you two are attracted to each other. Strong feelings make both of you get to know each other closer and better. What she and you have was innocent but not for so long.

Before you two know it, it turned into an insatiable desire. A heated affair yet full of love and care starts to form. You and Wanda have been secretly together for almost a year and rent a place where you both always spend time together whenever there is a chance. It was beautiful. You make her smile. Wanda finally feels happy and she feels appreciated by you that she started to love herself again.

You are the perfect definition of who Wanda has been wanting and dreaming off all these years and you see such a soul in her. Wanda falls for you and so do you.

You are all she has been thinking about and you can't run away either from the fact that you want her all the time. You care about Wanda so deeply, all you want for her is for her to be happy. You know you can treat her better than he does and you do. You have been giving her what she deserved and Wanda wants to do the same thing to you. Her feelings for you get deeper and deeper.

Maybe she thinks she fell for you just a tiny bit but she knows that that tiny bit was strong enough to make her want to be with you.

The urge in her to have a life with you grows. You are not immune to it either by now. Both of you keep talking and imagining how lovely it would be to be able to have the dream life together. The dream was flawless and of course made you and Wanda smile endlessly.

It was pure heaven for you, until you started to want her just for yourself. You started to get jealous of Vision. Whenever you are not with Wanda, you wish you were him so you can be with her. You started to wish that you were not just someone in the dark. You started to want to be able to tell people that you are hers and she is yours. It started to bother you more and more but at the same time, you know all of this is not right. She’s a married woman, she has a family. It has been an issue in your subconscious but you tried to ignore it.

The more you spend time with her the stronger your feelings for her and the bigger the urge to call her yours. It has been the talk between you and her every here and there. Sometimes it leads to little arguments and the word “need some space” has been mentioned a few times. With no doubt, Wanda disagrees. She loves you, she doesn’t want to be away from you. Even the idea of it and not talking with you hurt her.

Until one day, you can’t take it anymore.

"You need to understand, Wanda. This is hard for me. My feelings for you get stronger. The stronger it gets, the more jealous I am of your husband. He gets to be you everyday, touches you or just simply being around you. What about me?" You explained frustratedly yet still in calm manners.

It wasn't the first time but it still hits her when she hears that you are jealous of him. She knows it hurts you. Wanda stuttered a little when she was about to answer you but the short silence was enough for you to jump into your own conclusion.

“I understand, y/n. This–"

"Do you, Wanda?" You cut her sentences.

"This is as hard for me as it is to you. I love you, I want you and I value you. You are so precious and special. I want to be with you as much as you want to be with me.” Wanda swallows the lump in the back of her throat after her ramble. She tries to hold back her tears.

“Then choose me, Wanda.” suddenly the thing you want to ask her the most slips out of your lips and just like that a bigger and more intense argument started. You and Wanda started to raise your voices at each other.

“You know I would choose you in a heartbeat, over and over again if Vision and I don’t have the boys. I would never leave my sons.” an explanation and argument flowed out at the same time in her response. Her two hands shoved her hair back away from her face frustratedly.

“I would never ask you to choose me over your kids. I understand your position as a mom. You deserve better than him, Wanda. I would treat you the best. I will always make you and the boys happy. I care about you, I love you. Choose me over him.” you pour your emotions out. Your and Wanda’s heart start to beat faster as everything feels more emotional.

Wanda’s lips are slightly open. She is speechless. She knows she wants to leave Vision for you but she is worried if the divorce will take effect on Billy and Tommy. Her eyes slowly turn glossy. Her heart wrenches when she sees how sad you look right now. She never wants to be the reason for your sadness.

Your heart aches hearing her silence. “You have no idea, Wanda, I wish everyday that I was him so I can be with you all the fucking time. All of our conversations about our dreamy life together and what we imagine, it messes my mind because I know that I’m always yours but you are never mine.” Your hand gestures show your frustration even though your voice starts to calm down and your tone is softer by now yet full of emotions. Your chest rises up and down after the long words you said. Your body feels leaden.

Wanda walks closer to you as her hands cup your cheeks, her green eyes look deep into yours. Tears start to fill her eyes. “Y/n, my sweet, I’m yours. You know, I’m all yours. You are all I think about everyday, detka.” Oh the feelings of her soft touches almost got you again but you try to fight it and her soft whispering voice is not making it easy. Then you remember what's bothering you the most.

You pull your face away from her hands as you walk a step back from her. “Yeah, but it’s not right. All of these are not right.” Her stomach churned and her hope disintegrated when she saw you move away from her touch, the touch that you always tell her that it’s your favorite thing in this world.

Wanda furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Y/n, a few minutes ago you asked me to leave him and now you say everything we have is not right?! You are all over the place. I don’t understand.” Tensions start to grow back second by second.

“I know, Wanda! I know. It has been a battle in my mind lately. I want you for myself but I know I can’t but I’m jealous. I don’t fucking now. All I know, I can’t do this anymore, Wanda. I love you but I just can’t. I’m leaving.” You can’t believe what you just said.

A soft gasp escaped her lips. Her heart shattered. Oh if a broken heart has a sound, you would hear it. “Are you breaking up with me?” she asked and her voice sounds shaky. Her lower lips quivered. You know that she is going to cry and it hurts you. You were right, with one blink she did, her tears rolling on her cheeks.

You close your eyes for a little bit in trying to erase the image of her crying as you take a deep painful breath. "This is gonna be hard for both of us, Wanda, but it's for the best."

You grab your stuff and car key as Wanda watches you preparing to leave.

As you walk you steps out of the house, her soft hand grabs your wrists. "Y/n, please don't leave me. Please. I can’t imagine that we don’t talk or see and not be with each other." She begs with a cry.

As soon as you see her cry, your instinct is to calm her down. You pull her into a hug, for the last time. Wanda breaks a sobbing cry. “I’m sorry.” You crumbled inside.

“No, I’m sorry for putting you into this situation. I’m sorry I caused you pain when I should have brought you peace. Please detka, don’t leave me. We will be so happy together, I promise.” Wanda’s tears soak your shoulder. Her throat thickened with sobs.

“Maybe in another universe or life.” That's all you can say right now.

You leave a goodbye kiss on her forehead then leave right after you let go of your embrace. Everything feels like a knife in your heart. Sorrow shredded you inside. With a heavy heart, you drive away. You never want everything that you have with her to end up like this. Despite the fact that you broke up with her, you still love her. You even think that you would never be able to fully move on from her.

You don’t know how you will get through all this, all you know is it's for the best. You tried to stay as long as you could. You understand her position but you can’t bear the pain anymore and you are trying to save both of you from more of it. You know that it's not fair to you and her marriage with Vision.

Wanda watches you slowly disappear into distances. She could hardly move as tear drops kept falling. “I love you, my sweet. Always.” she whispers as if she wishes that your heart would hear it.

Since then, Wanda has been in a deep sad state. Her heart lives in constant pain, emotionally and even physically. Her heart broke into pieces yet they are all patched with a band of loneliness. Torment seems like it permanently claws her heart. Wanda feels so lost. She feels like she went back to square one after the break up, even worse. She misses you so much, your care, presence, sweet words and your corny jokes. Once again, she forgot how to smile. Every single breath she takes, it hurts. Wanda understands the reasoning behind your actions and she knows that the only thing she can do is to accept it even though she knows she wouldn’t be able to move on from you.

You are as struggling as Wanda does. You never thought it would be this hard but you are determined, at least you try to be.

You fully knew that there will be a lot of things that will remind you of her. You know her like the back of your hand. Things that she loves or hates. No matter what, you will always remember how easily she blushes from your words, those little giggles she does everytime you tease her neck with your kisses. The rushes of feelings you have whenever she lands her soft touches on you. You will never forget how her green eyes playfully give the puppy dog eyes whenever she tries to get what she wants from you and of course you could never say no to them.

Both of you are struggling to keep your heads up from drowning in the memories you had together.

A day feels like a year. Days turn to weeks and surely shift to months. A year does not come without any difficulties to the both of you.

_____

You answer your door and you feel like you have been struck by lightning. Your eyes rounded. Your heart skips a beat and you even stutter when you call her name. “W-Wanda? Uh–Wh-what are you doing here?” You and Wanda always know each other's address, even before the affair started but both of you agreed to scratch them out of the meeting spots list.

You never thought you would see her beautiful face again nor see her standing right in front of your door with a bouquet of the same exact flowers you two used to have at the rented house before. Her smile, it feels like a soothing touch to your crumpled heart.

Wanda was hesitant at first to visit you, knowing how determined you are, she thought you probably moved to a different place by now. As luck would have it, you still live there.

“Hello y/n. I'm sorry that I came here unannounced. I tried to call or text but you never answered me but I really need to tell you something.” She greets nervously, you can even see pride,fear, sadness and happiness all at once. She tries to swallow down her nervousness. Her eyes blink a few times. You still remember how she is whenever she is nervous.

“Hi Wanda. It's–it's okay. I uh- I.. Wait, what-what do you need to tell me?” you are struggling forming your words. Are you happy to see her? Of course! Deep down, you miss her but you have been trying hard to kick that thought out for the last whole year yet you don’t realize that your cheeks blush. Your stomach does somersaults, your legs feel weak.

Her eyes sparkling as she looked at you in awe. Wanda still looks at you with the eyes that want you. Awkward tension roaming freely between you two. Wanda wants to hug you so badly. She scans you quickly until she hears you clear your throat.

“Oh well, I.. I don’t know where to start but uh I’m here to let you be the first person to know. that I filed a divorce, so uh–well, so I can be with you. I’m sorry it took a little while but I’m back. I’m here for you, for us. I chose you over him.” The more words she said, the more nervous she got. An anxious smile shows up slowly. One of her hands squeezes the strap of her purse that's on her shoulder. Wanda is thinking what’s with the pause of your response and the silence.

“Say something, detka.” Wanda vaguely demands, her mind starts to worry instantly.

“I don’t–I don’t know what to say. It–”

Wanda quickly interrupts your words. Her anxiety gets the best of her.

“Isn’t it what you always wanted, y/n?” Her heartbeat doubled in speed by now, her voice is getting shaky. Her throat tightened.

As you are going to answer her, another interruption shows up.

“Babe, who is it? What took you so long?” A redhead shows up asking curiously as she opens the door wider.

Just like that, Wanda feels the worst heartache in her life. It’s more painful than the one she felt last year when you broke up with her. It felt like a dagger stabs right through her chest and a barb wire wrap to her heart, clawing into it deep and was left bleeding to the last drop. It takes a split second for Wanda to find out the fact that you are with someone else.

How could she do this? Is the only thought she had right now. Wanda doesn’t know that your relationship with Natasha is only two weeks old. She wouldn’t care about it, all she knows is that you found a new love. Wanda doesn’t know anymore which feeling is worse; Not seeing you at all or seeing you but not being with you.

The wounded heart that was numb can feel again, but it’s agony that’s all it can feel. You hear her take a quick shaky breath. Just from everything that happened and that you saw through Wanda’s eyes or face expression, you can feel the pain.

Her pain doubles what’s yours. A full year of trying hard to move on from her yet subconsciously waiting for her to tell you the exact news she told you just now but it never came until today when you are already with somebody else.

Watching her eyes slowly swim in tears and silently jump back and forth between you and the red haired woman feels like a sledgehammer hits your stomach over and over again.

“Oh, she is uh, she came here to–” you internally curse yourself right now. Why on earth you can’t form any full sentences. You never tell Natasha about Wanda, let alone about the relationship you two had. A few different kinds of emotions and feelings melt and smother your heart and mind. You feel terrible now. To who? Both of them but mostly to Wanda.

“To ask if any of you see my dog. He–he ran away to catch a squirrel and I saw he ran this way to your house.” Wanda came to the rescue with a heavy heart. It’s obvious and painful for you to see how hard she tries to keep herself together and not to cry.

“A dog? I don’t think we have seen any dogs around. Do you have pictures of him? Oh, I’m Natasha by the way and this is my girlfriend, y–” Natasha answers, looks confused but she suspects nothing.

“Y/n, she told me her name before and yes I have his picture. His name is Sparky. My sons love them so much. Someone close to me helped me name him.” Wanda continues and shows her dog’s picture on her phone. She steals glances at you when Natasha is focused on Wanda’s phone.

You remember the day you and Wanda adopted Sparky for the boys. Her laugh still sounds so clear in your memory when you pitch Sparky as the idea for the names because of his frizzy fur as if he just got a spark of electricity wave.

“Aww he is so cute. No wonder you look so sad.” Natasha doesn’t pay attention to anything else but the pictures.

“My sweet.” Wanda calls you with the pet names she used to call you very softly that Natasha can’t hear but loud enough for your brain and heart to dig some more memories of Wanda that live rent free in your mind.. You loved it every time she called you that. Surprisingly, it still does the same effect to you now as it did to you before. The way Wanda’s eyes adore you while she is in such pain is not helping at all.

Eye contacts were locked the whole time between you and Wanda. Natasha’s voice finally pulls back your attention and Wanda looks away as soon as you break it..

“Well, You can leave your number and we will let you know if we see Sparky.” your girlfriend suggests.

“Y/n has my number.” Wanda’s quick awkward glance visits your eyes one more time.

“Oh awesome! And what’s your name again?” Natasha asks with a smile.

“Sorry, where are my manners, I’m Wanda. Nice to meet you, I appreciate your help.” the Sokovian brunette replies and offers her hand to Natasha for a friendly handshake then to you.

Unexpectedly, you still feel the indescribable feelings you always get every time you feel her hand touch you. The softness of her touch is addictive for you. You always want more of it. You never get enough of her and everything else about her. “You two make a very cute couple.” Wanda shows a fake smile as she compliments you and Nat.

You know how hurtful it is for Wanda to say it because somehow it hurts you too when you hear it. Natasha thanked her but your lips refuse to do so.

You notice her fake smile slowly turns to sad frown as Wanda turns around. You watch her heavy steps she takes to walk away from you and it makes you realize how hard it must’ve been for Wanda to watch you leave a year ago.

Wanda feels like she’s walking on a broken glass path, it hurts her in every step she takes. Her heart feels empty and numb. She feels so lost. Her heart beats in agony. She feels every part of her is tightly wrapped in a painful blanket that she can’t take it off and it’s sucking the life out of her.

Wanda throws away the flower, she wishes it can be that easy to throw away all of her feelings and all the sweet memories with you but she knows she can’t. You are very special and meant a lot to her. No matter what, she loves you. You have been the reason for her to remember how to smile again, to be happy. She knows that her heart belongs to you even though it would be hard for her to move on. Wanda doesn’t know how but all she knows, she wished that she chose you sooner.

Her heart still hopes for miracle and waits for you in spite of the painful truth she just found out.

You watched Wanda drive away. Internally, you are worried about her driving in her current state of mind and heart.

_____

A few hours have passed, Wanda has occupied your mind the whole time. You can’t focus on watching the show with Natasha.

You are worried about Wanda. What happened today hit you hard and made you realize that deep down you still care about her. You still love her.

You wonder what's on Wanda's mind about you and Natasha but you haven’t realized that deep down you hope that Wanda doesn't misunderstand that you two live together.

Seeing her again a year after definitely tore down the wall around your heart so easily. You thought that you had moved on from her but you were served a plate of truth that the feelings for her are still there. No matter how hard you try, Wanda always has that huge special spot in your heart.

The moment Wanda told you that she chose you over Vision and left him for you was really a surprise for you, it’s not that you doubt how much Wanda loves you but it’s because you know how big of a step it is for her to do.

Your heart keeps commanding you to grab your phone but your brain fights it and barks orders to you to put it down everytime you do so. Until this one last time, you unlock your phone and search for Wanda’s name in your contacts. You are staring at her name on your phone screen, having this huge urge to tap the message button but you don’t know what to do. Your heart begs you to do it because it knows who it wants you to choose.

“Hello you…” Wanda quickly wiped her tears, her heart racing from her emotions as soon as she read your text. She smiles in her cry. This time the tears that slowly fill her eyes are tears of happiness. She recognizes the greetings, the one that you always do everytime you see or talk to her. Your smile everytime you say it comes vividly in her mind. She still feels butterflies in her stomach as she quickly replies.

No matter what, the feelings are strong, both of you have been the main choice to each other this whole time.

A/n: Welp, that's all from me for today. I hope you enjoyed this. Let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. Follow me for more!

Cheerio!

Taglist: @madamevirgo @musicinourlips @unstable-sapphic-hoe @fanboy7794 @chloe7076 @b0mbdotc0m @trikruismybitch @ichala @californianwhiterabbit @honey-sweet-hiraeth @imfuckinggenius @sxfwap @chaekhan @daenerys713 @luvmcgrath @stupidsapphicsstuff @pattypavo @marvelwoman-sugarbaby @imdoingsortagay @frvny @franfineashell @heyyoweveryone @ygtft-chen @yaaskasey @sweeet-likeeee-cinnamonn @paumxmff @dopeyouth @beaniejennie @ineedafinghug @idkwhatimwriting @lucydiibi @mainly-rebloging-fics-i-like @gloriousfoxruins @grxvitye @mcubreakdown101 @aos22 @wandanatstan @paulawand @yeeterthekeeper @femalehomosexual666 @snowdrop1026 @modernmonalisa @nothingisrealanyway @idamaemann @sweeterlust @royalityofmultifandom @playboysaleen @peabrain112 @gwhaley127 @harleyswanda @bodhi-j @darth-rain @cristin-rjd ,

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel modern au #elizabeth olsen

330 notes · View notes

fortisfilia · 2 months

Text

Promised Part 8 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 3.1k

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 7 | Part 9

Part 8 - Slughorn's Party

Returning to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays was far less stressful this time. Now that Elsie was better, it was much easier to concentrate on your studies. Maybe you could also focus on Tom. Both things seemed equally important somehow. And the fact that you could see Camille again added to the good things Hogwarts had to offer.

You were sitting on her bed in her dorm, telling her everything that had been going on during the last days. The Gaunts who had wanted to force you to do an unbreakable vow, their fight with Tom, that Tom had stayed for a bit, the book he had gifted you and everything in between.

“I can’t believe you got him a snake,” Camille laughed. “What do you think his family said about that?”

“I couldn’t care less what they think of it. I hope they’re mad at me.”

“Do you think Tom got in trouble for it?”

“I don’t think so. He knows how to stand his ground.”

“And the book he gave you? Do you think that it means something? It’s some sort of family heirloom after all.”

Thinking about it, you lay down on your back next to her. “I’m not sure. Do you think that was some kind of secret message from him?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll have to look into that.” You rolled over to face her. “And what have you done these days? Tell me all about your presents.”

“Well,” Camille said with a smile. “The presents weren’t the most exciting part of my holiday, to be honest.”

“Let me guess. You met someone! A guy?”

The smile on her face widened. “I didn’t meet him. I just kept in contact via owl.”

“Oh, Merlin! Who is it? Someone from school?”

She nodded.

“Go on, tell me!”

Her expression suddenly changed. “You have to promise not to be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?”

“It’s someone you don’t exactly like,” she said, a thick tone of guilt in her voice.

Then you knew. “No. Don’t. It’s Ben Hilt, isn’t it?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“Oh, Camille,” you sighed and needed a moment to sort out your thoughts. “Why?”

“He is a very charming boy.”

“He’s a year younger than you.”

“So?” she giggled.

“He wanted to tell on me to the Ministry, so that I wouldn’t be able to marry Tom. Sticks his nose in everybody’s business.”

“He just wanted to help. He thought you were forced to do it. And you have to admit he wasn’t exactly wrong about that.”

“Have you told him about the pact?”

“Of course not! I would never. I told him right from the start that if he’s only after me to get information about Riddle and you, he could piss off.”

“And?”

“He didn’t piss off,” she smiled. “He’s really nice. We never talked about you and Tom after I had made it clear it was none of his business. He didn’t even bring it up to begin with. I did. I would never date someone who would want to harm you, I swear.”

“Ugh, I know,” you groaned. “You’re too good. For me and for Ben.”

“Shut up,” she said as she nudged your shoulder.

“Wait. Did you just say ‘date’ someone? Are you official?”

“No. I guess not. But maybe someday. Now, what are you going to wear to Slughorn’s party?”

Slughorn’s annual belated New Year’s party was one of the few exclusive gatherings happening in school. Students could only attend if they had gotten a personal invitation, from Slytherin’s headteacher Horace Slughorn, who would invite his favourite pupil, or rather, the ones he thought looked best in his trophy collection.

Camille, Tom and you had all gotten Slughorn’s owl. You had not mustered up the courage to ask him about it. Even though you were going to marry him, that didn’t mean he wanted to go to the party together. Together, as in, on a date. It had felt too delicate talking about it directly, the fear of being rejected too present. So you had danced around the subject, trying to find out if you were on the same page. Until he had finally said what you had wanted to hear. He had asked when to pick you up as if the possibility of not going there as a couple had not even occurred to him.

Seven o’clock, as arranged. It had arrived so soon. You hastily fixed the small wrinkles on the hem of your dress with a spell when you heard him knock on the door. Tom looked very posh in his black suit, politely offering his arm. And off you went. Together.

The guests at the party were students from years six and seven, as well as some teachers. Camille, who had brought Ben with her, looked absurdly pretty in her golden dress. Ben couldn’t have been more proud. He talked to Camille continuously and just seemed head over heels for her. Right next to them stood two of Ben’s friends, looking all out of character in suits. Avery and Lestrange came without dates and seemed awfully nervous for some reason. They whispered to each other every time you looked their way.

And then there was Freda Morris. Hogwarts’ head girl, who had her eyes fixated on Tom from the moment you had entered the room. Had she even noticed you next to him? Was she aware Tom was spoken for? Everyone knew by now that you were engaged after all, the ring on your finger being a testament to that. Either she didn’t know, or she didn’t care. The expression she sent you, after carefully staring you up and down, told you though, that she was absolutely aware of your relationship. She looked like she wanted to throw you out the next window.

“What in Merlin’s beard?” you muttered quietly to yourself after she had finally turned away from you.

“Pardon?” Tom asked and came closer so he could hear you better.

“Nevermind. Let’s go over to Camille and Ben, shall we?”

Tom’s gaze fell right on the two.

“Your friend came with Hilt?” he asked sternly and began to walk their way.

“Um, yes. About that,” you said, pulling lightly on his arm to stop him. “They’re dating. Kind of. They’re not official yet, but, you know, it could lead somewhere.”

He looked like you had just given him the world’s most unnecessary information. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“That we have to be nice,” you answered and gave him your best fake smile, demonstrating what you wanted him to do.

“Nice?” He gawked so blankly at you, it was almost comical. “You want me to be nice to Benjamin Hilt? After what he’s done?”

“Well… Yes.”

“Why?” Tom asked, genuinely not understanding what you meant.

“Because Camille is my best friend. And she likes him.”

Tom sighed.

“Answer me this,” he said. “Camille knows a lot about you, yes?”

“Yes.”

“I assume she knows about us.“ He started talking more quietly. “Our pact?”

“She does.”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s what I thought.”

“So?” you asked.

“Isn’t it clear? He’s sweet-talking her to get information.”

“That’s what I first thought too. But Camille swore she wouldn’t tell him a thing. And she said she had made that clear to him from the beginning.”

Tom was still eyeing Ben sharply.

“Come on,” you said and pulled him their way. “I trust Camille. It’ll be fine.”

“It‘s not her I don’t trust,” Tom said under his breath. “At least he's a true Gryffindor if he goes after her now. Either completely daft or actually courageous.” Your eyebrows lifted in question and he ducked his head grinning. “Remember I told you I’d take care of him when Marvolo sent his letter?”

“Yes?”

“I sort of did.”

Stopping in your tracks, you asked, “When? And what did you do?”

“A few weeks before Christmas. I just pulled him aside and talked.”

“Talked?”

“Well, I talked. He didn’t say much to be fair.”

“Tom, where did you take him?”

“The weather was nice so I took him outside.”

Short answers again. This story wasn’t going to end well. “Where?”

He still feigned innocence, squinting his eyes as if he struggled to remember. “The whomping willow.”

“The wh- Tom! What in Merlin’s name were you thinking?”

“I said I’d take care of him, so I did!” He held his hands up in defence. “Also, he was only up in the air for a minute, okay? I held back.”

“I can’t believe you’re telling me this now,” you sighed, your fingers pressed against your forehead.

He shrugged. “I didn’t deem it important. For me, the issue was settled.”

“Okay.” Shaking your head, you started walking towards them again. “Since it’s settled, we can give him another chance. And vice versa.”

Tom didn’t answer, following you silently.

When you greeted the two, Camille hugged you and gushed, “You look so beautiful! And you both know Ben, I believe.”

Of course, you did. Whether Ben wanted anything to do with you after what Tom had done was a different question. You offered him your hand and Ben shook it, despite it all, with an honest smile on his face.

“Fresh start?” you asked.

Ben nodded and turned to shake Tom’s hand as well. Tom looked at him seriously for a moment, inspecting his hand as if it was covered in Dragon Pox, until you nudged his side with your elbow, urging him to accept, which he reluctantly did.

Slughorn called for dinner before you could talk more, so you all went to the big oval table on the other side of the room. Ben sat down left of Camille, you to her right and Tom on your other side. Slughorn talked openly across the table, asking his students about their holidays, while dinner was served. Freda, obviously trying to impress, mentioned that she had been to France with her family, which didn’t have quite the effect on Slughorn that she had hoped it would.

“Pathetic,” you mumbled and Camille chuckled.

“Mean, aren’t we?” Tom whispered, a grin forming on his face.

“Me? Never.”

He exhaled a laugh and slowly grabbed your hand beneath the table, taking you by surprise. You looked at him, your fingers wrapping around his hand, then pulled them upwards and rested both his and your hand on the table.

“Now you’re just cruel,” Tom jested when Freda looked over and saw the two of you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you answered, biting the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling. “I’m merely holding my fiance's hand. That’s not an act of violence, is it?”

“Fiancé, huh?” Tom asked.

“Aren’t you?”

“You’ve never called me that before.”

He was right. You had never called him that in person, or when you had talked about him to anyone else. If you didn’t know better, you could have sworn that a crimson haze was creeping up his neck and across his face.

“Well,” you swallowed, feeling a wave of heat on your cheeks as well. “It’s what you are, whether we like it or not.”

Tom nodded and held your hand a little tighter while glancing down at the table. “Fair.”

After dinner, the guests spread around the room, chatting and drinking punch while they waited for the first dance of the evening. Slughorn had pulled Tom aside a while ago, asking about his opinions on different things concerning Potions, politics and the news. He visibly hung to Tom’s every word, clearly awed by his favourite student, nodded and agreed to most of the things Tom said. You turned your back on them and faced Camille and Ben, still hearing the two chat behind you and thinking of how well-spoken Tom was. He knew how to lull in every teacher by heart. Each word that left his mouth seemed carefully crafted for Slughorn’s ears only and made him react just as Tom wanted him to. Impressive.

Having engaged in conversation with Camille and Ben, while still keeping an ear on Tom behind you, you heard that Slughorn finally set him free and wished him a nice evening. Tom would be joining you, no doubt, even though he still didn’t like Ben when suddenly an all too familiar voice started talking to him.

“Hello Tom,” Freda Morris said, sickly sweet. “How are you? How were your holidays?”

You shot Camille a look, to which she automatically checked the people behind you, eyes wide in disbelief when she peered back at you.

“What are you going to do?” she mouthed silently.

“No idea,” you mouthed back.

Ben stared back and forth between Camille and you, completely confused until he finally noticed what you were whispering about.

“Oh,” Ben snorted. “Someone’s looking for trouble.”

Alright. Freda had not given up on Tom yet. There was a knot in your stomach, pulling bitterly and twisting your insides. You tried to ignore it, took a deep breath and decided to listen to them first. Maybe you were overreacting. Jinxing her later was still an option.

“Oh yes, Paris was wonderful actually,” Freda enthused and had pronounced ‘Paris’ in a weird French accent. “It’s so cosy there around Christmas, you have to go someday.”

“Sounds nice,” Tom answered, rather casually. “Well, if you don’t mind, I-”

“Oh, Tom, actually,” she went on. “I wanted to ask you. Don’t you think we should open the first dance together, as head boy and girl? It’s a tradition, after all.”

Tradition? You had never heard of such a tradition before. Camille and Ben, now eavesdropping too, were as dumbfounded as you. Camille was sincerely shocked, while Ben’s mouth was open, half laughing, half speechless, like a fish on land gasping for air. It seemed that you had not been overreacting, so you turned around, now facing Tom and Freda’s backside.

“I don’t know if that’s actually a tradition, Freda,” Tom said, looking back at you briefly, one side of his mouth pulling upwards.

“Philip Elms and Eve Sterling opened the dance at last year’s party,” she huffed. “They were head girl and boy too.”

“Correct,” Tom agreed. “But they were dating at the time, weren’t they?”

Freda didn’t answer.

“And since we are not dating, I have to politely decline,” he said, again looking at you. “Now excuse me, I have to talk to my fiancée.”

Tom left Freda standing there and the four of you watched her wandering off. No one said a word, Camille was holding her breath until Ben burst out laughing. “Mate,” he chuckled. “That was… deadly.”

Tom didn’t laugh, squinting at what Ben had just called him, but nodded appreciatively before he turned to you, offering his hand.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Opening the dance? The music has just started and Slughorn told me I should do it.”

You shook your head smiling, took his hand and let him take you over to the dance floor.

“For someone who accused me of being cruel, you’re doing a very good job yourself, you know,” you said, keeping an eye out for Freda, in case she planned on hexing you. Better safe than sorry.

“Ah, she’ll be fine,” Tom assured. “Or would you have preferred if I took her to dance?”

The question didn't need an answer, so you just gave him a knowing look when you arrived on the dance floor, where you got in position. Tom placed his hand on your waist and took your right hand in his other one, holding both of them upright below shoulder height. All the guests had gathered around the floor, waiting for you to start dancing. Luckily there wasn’t enough time to get too nervous. It had all happened in a matter of moments.

“You know how to waltz, right?” Tom asked.

“It’s been a while, but-”

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll lead,” he said and took the first step, spinning in circles in three-four time.

Tom was a good dancer, which wasn’t surprising. He probably had taken courses some years ago, just like you, upon your parent’s request. You kept up with him quite well, only taking a wrong step every now and then.

“If I had known, I would’ve practised…”

“It’s alright, people will join in soon. You’re doing well,” he reassured you and lightly squeezed your waist.

The fact that you had never been so close to him for more than a few seconds became more apparent the longer he held onto you. Suddenly the spinning felt faster, all eyes focusing on you, burning holes right through you. The only thing steadying you was Tom and his hands. You spotted Camille in the crowd, who was smiling at you, holding up her hand and giving you a thumbs up. That made you feel a bit more at ease, so you let Tom lead you round the floor, twirling away from people’s stares. Finally, halfway through the song, pairs of people joined in and filled up the dance floor, leaving not much room to be glared at.

Tom looked at you, a proud smile adorning his face, his eyes softer than you had ever witnessed before.

“What’s that I’m seeing there?” you asked. “A genuine smile? Certainly a rare sight.”

He swallowed, not changing his expression. “Camille was right.”

“She usually is. But what do you mean?”

“Earlier, when we went up to them. She said you look beautiful. You do.”

People’s faces around you seemed to blur and you couldn’t hear them properly anymore. The only thing you saw was Tom’s face and how his eyes still stared into yours. It felt as if you weren’t dancing anymore, but rather floating above the ground, a swarm of butterflies emerging from your stomach. Your hand went from Tom’s shoulder behind his neck on its own and pulled him closer. Closer, just a tiny bit closer, so that you were able to view every single one of his eyelashes. His chest bumped against you and his cologne tickled your nose. You let yourself sink into the smell of bergamot and lemon, feeling how his hand squeezed your waist a bit tighter by the second.

Closer, until you both shut your eyes and your lips met in the middle, kissing Tom right out there on the dance floor. You were the only people who had stopped spinning, even though it still felt like you spiralled around a hundred miles an hour. Butterflies turned into aeroplanes, rotating and crashing gently against each other, just like the two of you.

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 9

Tags: @ariachaos

56 notes · View notes

sagesolsticewrites · 2 years

Text

“i can’t keep kissing strangers, pretending they’re you.” | Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

12 years ago, Elvis chose his career over you. What happens when he shows up at your door asking for a second chance?

a/n: this is entirely based on a dialogue prompt I saw from @twelvegods: “I can’t keep kissing strangers, pretending they’re you.” apparently it was a really good prompt because it inspired all 8,735 words of this lol. I I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it <3 Thank you all again so so so much for 500 followers!!

Word count: 8.7k

Warnings: a couple swear words, lots of angst in the first half, Y/N has trust issues oops, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

“I’m gonna marry you someday.”

That’s what Elvis Presley had said to you when he was just 20 years old and his career was starting to take off, thanks in large part (as Elvis said) to the Colonel. And you, being the young girl in love that you were, believed him.

What a fool you were.

You managed to stay together for another year before the Colonel, his claws digging into Elvis’s heart and soul to bleed all the green he could out of him, managed to convince him that appearing single would be what was best for his career— he had to let all those screaming girls believe they had a chance with him, after all.

“Baby please,” Elvis pleaded, “this is for my career. I promise it won’t be for long. We’ll get back together, you’ll see.”

You shook your head, “No, Elvis. I’m not gonna sit around waiting for you like some damsel in distress. If you want me, keep me. But otherwise…”

You paused, waiting for him to say something. Begging, pleading, praying he would say something, that you had managed to change his mind.

When he said nothing, you exploded.

You had screamed and cried, and he had screamed and cried, and you had taken your things that had made their way into his room in Graceland and stormed out of his life for good, only pausing to give him one final sincere “I love you” before you walked out the door.

The last image you had of him (that wasn’t on a tv screen or poster) was of him standing in the foyer in Graceland, tears streaming down his face, refusing to chase after you.

You hoped that time would eventually heal your wounded heart, but apparently whoever said time heals all wounds was a fucking idiot because it was now just over a decade later and you were still as in love with Elvis Presley as you had been when you were one of the only girls in the world who knew his name.

He, evidently, didn’t feel the same.

That much was clear, at least, based on the way he was still overly flirtatious with his audience in his shows, not to mention the rumors about relationships with his movie co-stars. In his shows, before he went off to Germany, he had taken to stepping down into the audience and kissing practically every woman in the room. That alone cleared any remaining doubts from your mind that he still thought about you in any capacity, despite that little voice in the back of your head that still held out some futile, desperate hope.

You’re about to curl up on the couch with some tea and your copy of Anne of Green Gables — exactly what you need on a rainy day like today — when someone knocks on your door.

“You expecting anyone, Y/N?” your friend Annie calls from the hall. You had been living with her for about 5 years down in Louisiana, after the memories in Memphis had become too much, and you loved it.

“Nope,” You call back, wondering who on earth would be knocking on doors in this weather. “If it’s one of those door-to-door salesmen, slam it in his face again.” You suggest with a laugh.

“Will do,” comes her reply, and you can hear the smile in her voice.

You turn you attention back to your book as the door opens, and nearly spill your tea all over yourself as you hear a sultry drawl you hadn’t heard in person in over a decade.

“Hi Annie… is Y/N here?”

There’s a moment of silence where you’re sure Annie is as stunned as you are, then:

“Maybe,” she replies curtly, “What do ya want?”

Annie knew the whole story of you and Elvis, and she had sworn that she’d never let you get hurt like that ever again.

“Please, Annie, I just wanna talk to her.”

“And why should I let you? You’ve got a lotta nerve comin’ here after what you did—“

You’re not sure what prompts you to set your book and mug down and sigh “Annie, just let him in,” but you’re just as surprised as Annie is that you did.

She reluctantly steps aside to let him in, eyeing him warily the entire time.

Your eyes drink him in; this is the first time you’re seeing him in person in over 12 years, and your mind automatically catalogs the differences since you last saw him. He’s tanned, with a few more freckles, a result of the California sun, no doubt, and tinted glasses hide his eyes. His burgundy suit is soaked, and his hair, which was no doubt carefully styled before, now flops onto his forehead, dripping into his eyes.

He takes off his sunglasses, revealing tired blue eyes. From the way his eyes track along your body, he was drinking you in the same way you had done him.

There’s a beat of silence, then his eyes finally meet yours.

“Hi,” he says softly.

You maintain a straight face, unwilling to be taken in so easily.

“What do you want?” you ask, your voice cold. You want nothing more than to rush into his arms, but you remind yourself: he chose his career over you, and never looked back.

“I fired the Colonel,” he blurts, after several moments of trying to figure out what to say.

“About time,” you snort, dropping your serious demeanor for a split second, “but what does that have to do with me?”

“I made a mistake, Y/N. A lotta mistakes, really, but letting you go was the biggest one I ever made in my life. I missed you so, so much, and I—“

You cut him off, “Elvis, cut the shit. You made it very clear you moved on from me.”

“Y/N, I never stopped thinkin’ about you, I promise.”

“Sure, and was that before or after you kissed every girl in the audience at the end of every damn show?”

“Y/N, I—“ he starts, frustrated, then takes a deep breath. He starts again, calmer, softer, “I know how that looks. But I… I can’t keep kissing strangers, pretending they’re you.” He looks earnestly into your eyes.

You feel your cracked heart melt just a little at his words, and yet…

“I don’t…” you sigh, “I don’t believe you. You put your career before me over a decade ago, and I tried to move on, but I couldn’t when I was seeing your face and hearing your voice everywhere, and it hurt like hell. And now you walk back in here, tell me you just made a mistake, and… what? Expect me to take you back just like that?”

“Please, Y/N,” he says, an echo of his plea back when he broke your heart for the first time, “I know I messed up bad, but… it’s you. It’s always been you, with those girls in the audience, even with Ann-Margret… I was always thinkin’ about you. And I’m willin’ to do whatever I have to to fix this. Anything. I mean it.”

And you can see the conviction in his eyes, like he’s that little boy again who believed he was Captain Marvel Jr. and could fly his family out of poverty to the Rock of Eternity. You know in your bones that he’d buy you the moon if it meant he could love you again.

But you’d made the mistake of believing his promises before.

“Elvis, I don’t know if I can trust you. How do I know you won’t drop me when your next manager thinks that’d be ‘what’s best for your career’?”

He winces as you throw the Colonel’s words from all those years ago back in his face. “I know I ruined any kind of trust you had in me that day, and I can’t tell you enough how goddamn sorry I am, Y/N. But I’m not askin’ for you to forgive me right now, I just want a chance to try and fix this. That’s all, I swear.”

He waits as you process his words, practically holding his breath as you think of how to reply.

“I’ll think about it,” you say softly.

He nods. “That’s all I’m askin’ for, sw— Y/N,” he fumbles to avoid using the old pet name for you.

“I think you should go now,” you say, your voice cold again to hide how the almost-pet name brought a storm of feelings rushing back..

“Right, um..” he fumbles around in his pocket, producing a scrap of paper with a phone number scrawled on it, “Gimme a call, if you want? I’ve gotta head back to Memphis in a couple days, that’ll probably be the easiest way to reach me if you, uh, decide anything.”

“Okay,” you nod, glancing at it quickly before stuffing it in your pocket. The number was for Graceland’s house phone; a number you’d never forgotten for a second, not that you’d be telling Elvis that.

“Well, um… bye Y/N, Annie,” he nods as he moves past your roommate towards the door. He pauses, hesitating for a moment before turning back to you. “You look good, Y/N,” he says softly before heading back out into the downpour.

The “you, too” you whisper in reply is lost in the sound of rain hitting the pavement outside.

The enormity of everything that had just transpired suddenly hits you and you fall back onto the couch, tears welling up in your eyes.

Annie rushes over, concerned. You look up as she fusses over you.

“Was that… did that actually just happen?”

Annie nods, “Yeah, it did, honey. I can scarcely believe it myself.”

“Did I do the right thing?” You wring your hands, suddenly second-guessing every decision you made during the interaction with Elvis.

“I know I’ve always said that I’d punch him in his smug face if he ever showed up here after what he did to you,” Annie says, “But I see the way you look at him when he shows up on the TV, and that ain’t the look of someone who’s just angry at an ex. You’re still in love with him, honey, I know it, and I feel like a fresh start is what both of you need. I don’t mean to overstep,” she drawls, “But if I can give you some advice: just start over as friends. Don’t jump back into a relationship right away. Try to make it organic. A clean slate.”

“A clean slate,” you echo, processing her words.

You mull over what to do for a few days, worst and best-case scenarios swirling around your brain, and eventually dial Graceland. Your foot taps anxiously as you lean against the wall by the phone, listening to it ring.

“Hullo?” A raspy voice comes over the receiver.

“Hi, Elvis,” you say, trying your best to sound casual, “It’s, uh, it’s Y/N.”

“Oh, hey,” he stammers, sounding less like the confident King of Rock and Roll superstar and more like the shy little kid you’d grown up with, “Uh, how are you?”

“I’m alright.” You reply, “Look, I did some thinking about what you said and, well… I’ve got a couple questions before I decide anything.”

“Sure, yeah, what is it?”

“Well, first of all… why now?”

“Huh?”

You sigh, “It’s been over 10 years, Elvis. What made you come back now? What made you fire the Colonel after all this time?”

“Well, to be perfectly honest, I wasn’t very happy with the movies the Colonel was signing me up for. And then he planned this whole silly special for NBC…” he sighs, “I’ve been lost ever since I lost Mama— before that, even, when I lost—“ he cuts himself off with an awkward cough, “uh, anyway; he wasn’t helping. And I finally realized that he didn’t really care what I wanted to do. It was all about profit for him,” he says quietly. He goes on to explain hiring Binder and Bones to help with the special, to “find himself” again, and the realization he’d had that he hadn’t truly felt like himself since he’d left you.

“Hm,” is your only response at first, trying to shove down the warmth growing in your chest. “Well, um… thank you for telling me.”

“You’re welcome. I want you to know, Y/N… you can trust me. I know I ruined that back then, but I’d really like a chance to try and rebuild it with you if I can.”

“I think I’d like that, too.” You say after a moment of silence. “Look, Elvis, I… I don’t think it would be a good idea, if we’re gonna do this, to pick up right where we left off. We need a… a clean slate. So what if we started over as friends?” You fidget with the phone cord as you await his reply.

There are several moments of silence, and you're wondering if something happened with the call before his raspy drawl comes over the phone once more.

“I’d love to be your friend again, Y/N.”

A wave of relief floods your body, and you smile. You think for a moment before speaking again, saying hesitantly, “I’m coming up to visit for Mama’s birthday next weekend, and… maybe we could see each other then? That would be a ‘friend’ thing to do, right?”

“Yeah, I’d… I’d really like that.”

“Great, well,” you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, “I’ll just give you a call when I’m back home and we can figure everything out then?”

“Whatever works for you is fine with me,” he assures you, “I’m lookin’ forward to it.”

“Me, too,” you say softly, allowing a tiny bit of the warmth you felt earlier to creep back. “I’ll see you next weekend, then.”

“See you then,” he says and with a click, the phone is back to humming a dial tone.

You’re buzzing with anticipation for the next week, not only excited to see your family but also to see Elvis.

“Y/N!” Your mother rushes out as you pull into the driveway of your family’s Memphis home, “My baby’s home!”

“Happy birthday, Mama,” you smile as she rushes up to give you a hug, squeezing you tight.

“Thank you, darlin’. Come inside, honey, come in!” she insists, grabbing your suitcase from you despite your protests.

“Honey!” she calls to your father as she leads you into your childhood home, “Look who’s finally decided to come for a visit!”

“Mama, I was just here for Easter,” you remind her as you head to the living room to greet your father. “Hi Daddy,” you smile as he pulls you in for a hug.

“Good to see you, sweetheart,” he says, “Louisiana treatin’ you well?”

You nod, “Mhm. Everyone’s real nice, and Annie’s always lookin’ out for me.”

You fill your parents in on life in Louisiana, and in return they (your mother, mostly) regale you with all the Memphis gossip you’ve missed. Apparently the young couple next door had a baby recently, another young couple in town just got married, and oh yes, Elvis came back fr—

“Mary Ann, you know I don’t like talkin’ about that boy!” your father exclaims, cutting your mother off.

“Well, I don’t know what you want me to do, Walter,” your mother retorts, “It’s not as if we can pretend he doesn’t exist, not when he’s such a big part of this town…”

As you listen to your parents bicker, you decide that now might as well be as good a time as any to bring up your new friendship.

“Actually, Mama,” you interrupt their bickering, “I’m gonna try and meet up with Elvis while I’m in town this weekend…”

Your father’s expression flickers between confusion and anger at your words, while your mother’s morphs into one of delight.

“Oh honey, that’s wonderful!” She exclaims, “Though I admit, I thought you’d’ve at least called to tell us you got back together—“

“Mama!” You cut her off, heat flooding your face, “We’re not back together, I promise,” you add with a glance over to your father. “He showed up at our place last week, we had a talk, and we’re gonna try to be friends again.”

“Well I’m glad to see the two of you are startin’ over, honey,” your mother says with a smile

“I still don’t trust that boy,” your father grumbles. “Just… be careful, alright?”

You nod, “Of course, you know I always am, Daddy.”

”When were you two planning on meeting up?” your mother asks.

You shrug, “We haven’t figured out the details yet. I was gonna call him today to sort everything out.”

”Well you should invite him over for dinner while you’re in town.” your mother suggests, with just a hint of a mischievous sparkle in her eye, ignoring your father’s clear alarm at the suggestion.

You groan. “Mama, no, he really doesn’t need to come for dinner—“

”Y/N L/N, inviting a friend over for dinner is a polite thing to do,” your mother scolds, “and in this house we are always…?”

“Polite and respectful,” you mumble, repeating the words that had been drilled into you in childhood.

She nods, satisfied. ”It’s settled then. You two will have your little meetup and then he can come over for dinner that night, or the next if it suits him.”

”Yes, Mama,” you say, resigned. “I’ll go call him now.”

You make your way over to the kitchen, dialing the number you’ve had memorized for over 12 years.

“Hello?” The same raspy voice comes over the receiver.

”Hey, it’s um, it’s me. Y/N.”

”Oh, hey. Um, how are ya?”

”I’m alright. I’m back in town now, and Mama’s bein’… well, Mama, so you can imagine.” you say with a soft laugh.

”Oh, I can imagine,” he agrees, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “How was the drive up?”

The two of you make small talk for a bit, slowly easing back into being a part of each other’s lives, and eventually you remember the reason you called. “Oh, yeah, by the way; I was calling to see if there was a day or time that worked for you as far as meeting up this weekend?”

”Oh, yeah.” You can hear some rustling on his end, and you assume he’s checking his schedule. “I’m actually free this afternoon around 1 if that works? Or tomorrow?”

You weren’t prepared to see him quite so soon, but you suppose now is better than putting it off until tomorrow. “This afternoon is perfect. You still like that diner on Beale Street, right?”

He hums an affirmative, and you smile, “Great, I’ll meet you there at 1, then.”

”I’ll see you then,” and the line clicks back to a dial tone.

You head back to the living room, entering to see your parents doing a wonderfully poor job of pretending as though they weren’t listening to your conversation. You roll your eyes.

”I assume you already heard, but Elvis and I are meeting for lunch at 1, just as friends, Mama,” you say pointedly, noting the beam on your mother’s face. “I’ll ask him about dinner then.”

Your father harrumphs, but mainly keeps silent, a firm frown on his face.

”That’s wonderful, honey,” your mother beams, “You’ve gotta get goin’ pretty soon then, huh?”

“Huh?” You glance over at the clock on the mantle and sure enough, it’s already 15 past noon and you still haven’t changed out of the outfit you wore for the 6-hour drive up to Memphis. You grab your suitcase and race to make yourself presentable, managing to change into a dress that seems nice enough for a lunch outing (but not too fancy), fix your windswept hair, and reapply your makeup in a cool 30 minutes before racing out the door.

Before you can make it out to the porch, though, your father stops you, calling your name as you’re about to step out the door. You turn, “Yes, Daddy?”

He has a solemn look on his face. “Just… be careful, darlin’. You know me, I hold grudges like no one else, and I admit I still haven’t forgiven him for what he did to you all those years ago. If you let him in, and he hurts you again somehow I… I don’t know what I’d do.”

You step back into the room and envelop him in a hug. “Thank you for looking out for me, Daddy. I’ll be careful, I promise. I’m not the same girl I was when I met him.” You add with a sad smile.

He squeezes your hand comfortingly, “I know you’ll be smart. If he does anything, you come right to me and I’ll sort him out, alright?” You nod and, satisfied, he kindly shoos you out the door with a soft “Go on, have fun.”

You pull up to the diner to find that Elvis is already there, if the deep purple Cadillac parked nearby is any indication.

He waves from a booth near the back as you enter, his bodyguards seated at a table nearby. You slide into the seat across from him, pushing down the butterflies that threaten to stir. It might’ve been a bad idea to choose the place you went on your first date, you realize belatedly, but too late now.

“How are you?” he asks with a casual smile.

“Pretty good,” you reply, “My parents have been updating me on all the Memphis gossip I’ve missed since I was away, very exciting stuff,” you say sarcastically. “Mama says hi, by the way.”

“Tell her I say hi back,” he grins.

“Will do. Uh, how are you?” You say, trying to fall back into the rhythm of talking to him.

“I’m alright. There’s this big thing I’m gonna be workin’ on soon, I’m pretty excited for it.”

“Oh, big thing?” You ask, your interest piqued.

“It’s a…” he pauses, looking around, “no one really knows about it yet, so you gotta promise not to tell anyone, alright?”

You nod, and he continues, leaning in to whisper, “You remember that special I told you about, the one that Steve and Bones are helpin’ me with? It’s gonna be a TV special for NBC. A Christmas show, kinda.”

“Kinda?”

“Well, it’ll have a couple of Christmas songs, but I really want it to be about finding myself again. Gettin’ back to the real Elvis.”

“Sounds exciting,” you reply, a genuine smile coming across your face at how excited he seems.

A starstruck waitress comes to take your order, and the conversation continues.

“So,” Elvis says, “how are you doin’ in Louisiana?”

“I actually really like it there,” you reply, smiling. “Annie’s great, obviously, and I found a job at a bookstore that I really love, things are goin’ pretty well. I do have the occasional grumpy customer, but that’s just how it is.” You finish with a shrug.

“Grumpy customer? Sounds like you’ve got some stories to tell,” he says, sounding genuinely interested, and you can’t help but launch into the story of a man who was sure that Stranger in a Strange Land was in the nonfiction section no matter how many times you tried to lead him over to science fiction.

You finally fall back into a rhythm of friendly conversation, trading stories for over an hour before you finally bring up what your mother had asked.

“Oh by the way,” you say, sipping your milkshake, “Mama wanted me to invite you to dinner tomorrow night.”

Elvis nearly chokes on the fry he’s just taken a bite of. “Sorry, what?”

“I told my parents that we were meeting up and she was adamant that I at the very least invite you to come over for dinner tomorrow— you know how she is about politeness—“ you explain, “but I promise, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I completely understand, I’d be more than happy to make up an excuse for you.”

“And refuse an invitation from Mrs. L/N? It’s like you want her to kill me,” he jokes. “I’d be more than happy to come,” he says, in a more sincere tone. “Besides, friends come over for dinner right?”

“Of course,” you say, trying to reassure yourself as much as him, “and Mama’s very excited to see you, so be prepared for that.”

“I always am,” he replies with a smile.

You arrange for him to come over at 7 the next night, and the rest of lunch goes smoothly until the check arrives, which starts off a round of bickering between the two of you about who should pay.

“Please let me get this, I want this to be a start to making it up to you,” Elvis argues.

“I appreciate it but I’m perfectly capable of paying for lunch, thank you very much,” you retort, and this goes on for several minutes before the two of you eventually agree to split the check.

“It was good to see you, Y/N,” Elvis says as you exit the diner, his bodyguards dutifully on alert as they follow you out.

“You, too.” You say. “I…” I didn’t realize just how much I missed you, is what you want to say, but instead, you go with “I had a good time.”

His face lights up as if those 5 little words were all he needed to brighten his day. He steps towards the Cadillac, throwing a friendly wave to you as he calls “See you tomorrow!”

You wave back, and you don’t realize how happy you are until your cheeks start to ache from smiling on the drive home.

The next day, your mother is practically frantic, bustling around the house making sure everything is perfect for when Elvis gets here.

“Mama, it’s not like it’s the first time he’s ever been here! And we’re just friends, please try to remember that.”

“Alright, alright, I know, honey. I just think it’s nice that you two are spending time together again, that’s—“

The doorbell rings, and your mother jumps into action, plucking microscopic bits of lint from your dress before hurrying to the door and opening it with a polite smile.

Elvis stands on your porch, bearing a polite smile and a bouquet of lilacs. “Hello, Mrs. L/N.”

“Hello, Elvis!” Your mother beams, “It’s wonderful to see you again. And you brought Y/N flowers, how sweet!” She looks pointedly at you.

Elvis lets out a nervous laugh as he steps into the house, “Actually, Mrs. L/N, these are for you. A birthday gift.” He holds out the bouquet to her with a shy smile, looking remarkably like the shy boy he had been back in ‘51 when you first became friends.

“That’s very kind of you, thank you dear. Wasn’t that kind of him, Walter?”

“Very kind,” your father grumbles in a tone that makes it seem as though Elvis had brought a pile of mud as a gift. He nods a greeting, “Hello, Elvis. California’s treatin’ you well, I hear.”

“Uh, yes, sir, it is. Thank you.” he replies.

When your father doesn’t respond, Elvis turns his attention to you. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you reply, resisting the urge to fuss with your dress.

The awkward silence that follows is broken as your mother ushers everyone to the dining room, arranged so she and your father are at the heads of the table while you and Elvis are sitting across from one another.

The meal begins, and the conversation that follows is strained but polite, with your mother eagerly asking questions about life in California and Hollywood and Elvis answering modestly then turning the conversation back to your family, remaining the picture of a Southern gentleman. The conversation remains polite apart from your father’s not-so-subtle grumbling about Elvis running off the California, and just when you think it can’t get any worse, he decides to bring up the rumors of Elvis’s womanizing.

“So, Elvis,” your father says casually, though his eyes remain calculating, “what’s all this I hear about you and… what’s that actress’s name, Ann-Margret? Or have you moved on to someone new by now?”

You feel your face flush, and you’re sure the mortification shows on your face as you hiss for your father to stop, please.

“Oh well sir, that’s really all just the tabloids tryin’ to get their stuff to sell, there’s no truth to that at all, I promise. Ann-Margret is a good friend of mine now, though.” Elvis answers politely, unfazed as your mother quietly scolds your father.

“Walter, quit it, you’re scarin’ the boy!”

“Well good, he should be scared after what he did to my little girl!”

“Dad!” you exclaim, mortified, “We talked about this! We’re friends now, you promised you’d be polite!”

“No, it’s alright, Y/N,” Elvis assures you, briefly breaking eye contact with your father to glance over at you, “He’s just lookin’ out for you like any father would, and I respect you for that, sir.”

Your father grunts a reply, and the conversation picks up again, still polite but even more strained than before.

Elvis remains as polite as ever, even offering to take care of the dishes — “Oh I can get those plates for ya, don’t you worry Mrs. L/N” — and despite your determination for a clean slate, your mind betrays you, reminding you of how shy and overly polite he was the first few times he was over for dinner, especially after the two of you first got together. Sure, he’s gotten a little more confident, which you’ll admit is kind of attractive, but— NO.

You firmly cut off that train of thought, no matter how badly that little voice in the back of your head (the one that practically melted at the sight of him at your door with a bouquet, reminiscent of your first date) wants to keep on track. Just friends, clean slate, you remind yourself.

After the dishes are done, your mother prepares coffee for everyone and the four of you head to the living room. At one point, Elvis gets up to get a refill, and your father follows him.

Your father approaches Elvis once it’s clear that neither you nor your mother will be getting up, and corners him.

“Now Elvis, I’m gonna try to be polite, because my daughter’s told me you two are tryin’ to be friends and I respect her wishes, but I don’t trust you after what you did to her. And if I get even a hint that you’re playin’ with her feelings, well… I’m afraid that won’t end well for ya, son.”

Elvis nods quickly, “Sir I promise you, I have no intentions of playing with your daughter’s feelings. She’s very dear to me, and I swear I’d do anything to make sure she’s happy.” He says, conviction clear in his eyes.

Your father eyes Elvis for several long moments and, apparently satisfied, returns to the living room with more coffee for you and your mother.

Elvis takes a breath to compose himself — he’s forgotten how scary your father could be when he wanted to — and exits the kitchen, re-entering as you’re laughing at some comment your mother made.

You turn as he enters with a wide smile on your face, and he’s suddenly slammed back to a time where you looked at him like that every time he entered a room— when you looked at him as though he’d hung the moon and stars just for you.

Fighting the urge to rush over and kiss you senseless — that’s not something a friend would do, he reminds himself — he moves to sit in the armchair across from you, turning his attention to whatever neighbor your mother is gossiping about tonight.

The night eventually winds to a close and Elvis thanks your parents profusely for “a wonderful meal and even better company.”

Your mother waves off the compliment modestly, “Oh it was nothin’ darling. We’ll be glad to have you back anytime. Y/N, why don’t you walk our guest out while we take care of these last few things?” she says, gesturing to the coffee mugs still sitting out.

Elvis gives one last wave to your parents, wishing them well, before stepping out to the porch with you.

“Well, my parents loved you,” you tease as the two of you make your way to the pink Cadillac looking more than slightly out of place in your modest gravel driveway.

He lets out a shy laugh, “They haven’t changed a bit, that’s for sure. Your daddy’s still as protective as ever.” His tone softens as he continues, “It was nice seein’ them again. ‘Specially your mama. She’s always been better to me than I deserve.”

Acting on impulse, you lean over and squeeze his hand as you remember his own mama isn’t waiting for him at home anymore. “You’re welcome over anytime. I mean it.”

“Thank you,” he replies in a near whisper. Your hand stays clasped with his, the warmth of him tempting you closer, and his gaze drifts slowly down to your lips before the two of you snap back to yourselves and create a respectable two feet of distance between you.

“Uh, anyway,” you attempt to continue the conversation, refusing to acknowledge that moment of… whatever that was, “Are you gonna be here for a while longer?”

He shakes his head, “I’m actually gonna be leaving for California again tomorrow.” he says almost apologetically, adding with a nod to the house, “But I’ll still be able to call ya for a bit, right?”

A frown crosses your face as you remember: “I’m actually headin’ back to Louisiana tomorrow. But,” you brighten, “I can give you my number for down there if you want?”

“I’d love that,” Elvis smiles.

You rummage around in your pockets for anything you can scribble on, producing some long-forgotten shopping list and a small pen. You scrawl your phone number down and hand it to him, determinedly not noticing the sparks you feel as your fingers brush.

“I’ll call ya every night,” he says as he stuffs it in his pocket, “I’ll need ya to keep me updated on all the Louisiana gossip, hm?”

A sad smile crosses your face at the memory of the last time he’d made a promise like that. Despite all your talk of a clean slate, you can’t help but remind him, “Let’s not make promises you can’t keep, Elvis.”

You give him one last wave, wish him goodnight, and walk back inside, his pleas of “What? No, Y/N, this ain’t gonna be like that!” falling on deaf ears.

You put on a brave face for your parents the next day, joking about what a coincidence it was that both you and Elvis happened to be leaving town on the same day, but behind closed doors, you’re unable to block the memories of the last time he had promised he’d call you every night: when he went along with the Colonel on Hank Snow’s tour.

1955

“I’ll be back in time for prom, darlin’, I promise,” Elvis reassures you over the phone. “I’ll bring you a corsage, we’ll have a great time.”

“Okay,” you reply, “I’m sorry, I know I must sound silly, but I’m just really lookin’ forward to going with you.”

“That’s not silly,” he assures you with a soft laugh, “I’m lookin’ forward to it, t—“ he cuts off, and you can barely make out what sounds like a knock on the door on his end of the line. “That’ll be Scotty again, no doubt.” he groans good-naturedly. There’s some shuffling as he makes his way over, yanking the door open with a “Scotty, how many times do I have to tell ya—“

“Elvis?” you say, concerned at how he cuts off mid-sentence, “Is everything alright?”

There’s a moment of silence, after which he stammers out a response.

“I, uh… I gotta go, I’ll call ya back, darlin’, alright?”

He doesn’t bother to wait for an answer before hanging up, but in the split second before it goes to a dial tone you can just make out a woman’s sultry voice over the receiver.

1968 - Present Day

He had still called after that, but not as frequently; certainly not every day like he promised. And while you forgave what happened on tour, you had never quite forgotten what him being away for a stretch of time could mean.

Still. Clean slate. Maybe this time could be different, you reasoned, though you were barely convincing yourself at this point.

You head back to Louisiana, promising your parents you’ll visit again soon and that you’ll give them a call as soon as you get home. You stumble through the door of your little house, exhausted after the 6-hour drive. Annie rushes over to hug you.

“Hey honey! Good to have ya home,” she grins, taking your suitcase from you, “I’ve got lunch for ya, you go sit down. I’ll put this in your room. And then I wanna hear all about how that li’l meetup went,” she adds with a wink, gently shoving you towards the kitchen while she heads down the hall.

You smile as you enter the kitchen to see a little card with the words “Welcome Home” in Annie’s signature scrawl next to a plate on the counter. You take a bite of the sandwich waiting for you — grilled cheese, Annie’s specialty — and finally allow yourself to relax. At that moment, Annie slides in with a mischievous grin, plopping herself down on the stool next to you.

“So…” she leads, a sparkle in her eye. “How was it?”

“It was good,” you reply, purposefully misinterpreting her question, “We took Mama out for dinner and I made her a cake—”

Annie cuts you off with a playful swat to your arm, “Not that! Elvis,” she says, dragging out the ‘s’ longer than necessary.

You roll your eyes, “Fine! It was… fine. We met up for lunch at this old diner we used to go to, we talked… Mama had me invite him over for dinner, and he brought flowers for her” you say pointedly, noticing the gleam in her eyes. “It went well, all things considered. Daddy did have some things to say, he still hasn’t quite forgiven him for what he did, but Elvis was a real gentleman the whole time. He actually went back to California today, filming somethin’ for TV, but he said he wants to keep in touch.”

“That’s great, honey!” Annie squeals, “I’m glad y’all are doin’ well.”

You give a weak smile in return. “Yeah, he said he’s gonna call every day, but…”

“Oh…” Annie’s eyes soften in understanding, recalling what you had told her about your relationship before. “Y/N, I know it might be scary, but what if it’s different this time? What if he actually keeps his promise? He’s said he wants to work on trust with you again, right? This is the perfect opportunity for him to prove to you that he’s worth trusting. And if he doesn’t,” she adds in a lighter tone, “I’ll fly out to California and sock him right in his pretty face myself.”

“I know you will,” you laugh, “but you’re right, I’ll—“

You’re cut off as the phone rings, and you lock eyes with Annie. It can’t be him already, can it? No, it’s probably your parents calling to make sure you made it home safely, you reason as you move to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N,” the heavy drawl surprises you, and you nearly miss what Elvis says next, “I’m glad I caught you, I was callin’ a bit ago and got quite a tellin’ off from Annie sayin’ that you weren’t there yet.”

At that you turn to glare at Annie, who only gives you a smug, mischievous smirk in return.

“Yeah, I just got in maybe twenty minutes ago,” you reply, the shock slowly fading into a kind of warmth as his voice washes over you.

“How was the drive?”

“Long,” you say with a laugh, “I’m glad to be home now. How’s California?”

“‘S alright,” he replies, “I just got back from finalizing some stuff with Steve for filming tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah,” you recall your conversation from a few days ago, “The Christmas special, right? Or,” you correct yourself, “the not-entirely-Christmas special.”

“Exactly,” he laughs, “I’m actually pretty excited about it.”

“That’s good,” you smile, “I hope everything goes well.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says sincerely. “But anyway, enough about me. How are you?”

“Well, Annie had one of her famous grilled cheeses waiting for me when I got here so I’d say we’re off to a pretty good start. Tomorrow’s an inventory day at work, though, not nearly as exciting as filming a special for NBC.”

He sucks in a breath in sympathy, “I remember you never liked those days. Good luck with that,” he says, “and I’ll tell ya what: I’ll make sure to tell you all about the boring parts of filming so ya don’t get too jealous, how ‘bout that?” he teases

“Sounds perfect,” you laugh.

You don’t even notice the time flying by as the conversation continues, the two of you talking about everything and nothing, and you fall into a rhythm of talking for hours every night. Slowly, the nagging fear you feel that today’s the day he won’t call starts to fade, and you look forward to your nightly chats where you fill him in on any interesting customers and he tells you about the goofs he made that day during filming.

“I’m not kiddin’, I legitimately forgot the words!” he laughs.

Your only reply is to laugh even harder at the image of him surrounded by cameras forgetting the words to Heartbreak Hotel.

“Alright, come on, it ain’t that funny,” he says in a mock-hurt tone.

“Oh, I promise it is,” you say, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye, “I might need you to send me a copy or whatever of these goofs, I haven’t laughed this hard in ages.”

“I’ll see if I can arrange that for ya…” he replies, his voice trailing off as he seemingly turns away from the receiver for some reason.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just someone at the door,” he assures you, “Gimme one second.”

There’s some shuffling as he makes his way to the door, and your surprise at the thought of him carrying the phone with him across the room turns into a sinking feeling in your stomach as you hear the squeak of a door open and the muffled sounds of a woman’s voice. Your heart sinks as the memory of that day on his tour starts to play again in your mind, a cacophony of not again, I knew this would happen, I shouldn’t have trusted him filling your ears.

“-N? Y/N, you there?” You slowly blink back to reality as Elvis calls your name over the receiver, “Everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” you reply hesitantly as he dives into an explanation about some crazy fan sneaking past security to his room. He pauses, picking up on the uncertainty in your voice.

“Y/N… you can talk to me, you know that, right? What’s wrong?” he says softly, and he sounds so genuine you want to cry.

“It’s… it’s silly…” you reply, embarrassed at the thought of telling him that that memory from all this years ago still haunts you.

“You don’t have to tell me, but I’d really like to know if I can help,” he replies patiently.

You sigh, and launch into an explanation of that night back in ‘55. “You just hung up on me, and the last thing I heard was some woman’s voice, and I didn’t realize how much that hurt me until I started worrying about who you were with whenever you were gone for a long time.” You explain softly, nervously fiddling with the phone cord.

“So just now, when you heard that girl at my door…” he sighs, realization dawning on him, “that brought all that back, didn’t it? I’m sorry, Y/N.” He says, and the sincerity of his words does bring tears to your eyes this time.

“I’m alright, I promise,” you reassure him, “surprised you turned her down,” you tease, wanting to move on.

“I don’t do that kinda thing anymore,” he laughs, picking up on your attempt to move to another topic, “besides, why would I stop to talk to some stranger who thinks they know everything about me when I could talk to you?”

Your heart flutters at the compliment, and you hope he can’t tell how much you’re blushing over the phone, “Aw, you’re sweet.”

There’s a moment of silence; not an awkward one, but comfortable, like the two of you don’t need to talk to enjoy each other’s company, even if it’s just on the phone. The moment is cut short, however, as Elvis speaks up again.

“I was thinkin’— and you’re free to say no, of course— well, Steve’s organizing this screening of the special before it airs. Right now it’s just Steve, Bones, Dad, Jerry, and me, but I’d like you to be there, too. Maybe get an opinion from someone who’s not family or paid to be nice to me.” He jokes.

“I’d love to,” you reply, “I’ll have to see if I can get off work, but if I can I’ll absolutely be there. And don’t worry, I’ll be brutally honest about the whole thing,” you add teasingly.

“I’m countin’ on it.” He laughs, “I’ll call once Steve has the day arranged and hopefully you can make it.”

The date Steve apparently figures out is November 19, two weeks before the special is actually set to air. Elvis relays to you that he’s arranged to do the screening at Graceland, and luckily you manage to convince your boss to give you both that day and the following day off for the long drive. Your parents are delighted to see you, of course, and you just barely miss the knowing smile on your mother’s face as you gush about how well your friendship with Elvis is going. Your father has warmed up to him the slightest bit, it seems, since your visit back in June, if the fact that he doesn’t scowl at every mention of Elvis’s name is any indication.

You take a deep breath as you pull up to Graceland. You force down the surfacing memories from the last time you were here, when Elvis officially put his career before you. Clean. Slate. you forcefully remind yourself as you step up to the front door.

The door swings open barely half a second after you ring the doorbell, and you find Elvis standing there, a nervous smile on his face.

“Hey.”

There’s a moment where the two of you simply stare at each other before he blinks, as if coming back to his senses, and steps aside to let you in. “Come on in, lemme introduce you to everybody,” he says, leading you to a room with not one, not two, but three TVs mounted into the wall, as one of his household staff comes to take your coat. 4 spaces on the immense couch taking up most of the space in the room are taken, one by his father and three others by people you don’t recognize. “This is Jerry, my manager,” Elvis says, gesturing to a man in a brown suit who looked to be in his late-20s with shaggy blondish hair, “and Steve and Bones, the masterminds behind this whole thing,” he introduces the two men sitting beside Jerry with a smile, one with neat brown hair and an ascot tied around his neck, the other with dark curly hair and round glasses. The three men give you various waves and smiles.

“And of course you know my dad,” Elvis finishes, gesturing to where he’s sitting next to Bones.

“Of course, hi Mr. Presley,” you say with a smile, coming over to shake his hand.

“Good to see you again, Y/N, how’ve ya been?” he asks as you take a seat next to him.

You’re hyperaware of Elvis sitting next to you as you make small talk with everyone, carefully leaning so that there’s a bit of distance between the two of you. As the screening begins, your attention is torn between the performance onscreen and real-life Elvis making jokes in your ear about “this is actually the take right after that goof I told you about—“ Your senses are full of him: the scent of his cologne, his arm brushing against yours, the feeling of his breath on your neck as he whispers to you, and it takes more and more of your energy to actually focus on the TVs in front of you.

About half an hour into the special, you excuse yourself and wander out to the hall, needing a break from the proximity. You don’t realize Elvis followed you out until his hand gently wraps around your wrist, making you jump.

“Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were alright” he explains, releasing you.

“I’m fine,” you assure him, “just… needed a break.”

“It was that bad?” he jokes, “Damn, I’ll have to let Steve know.”

You shake your head, “No, no, it’s not that, it’s…” You hesitate, unsure if you should say what the real reason is. Your friendship is going so well, you’re not sure how he’ll react if you admit that your feelings for him were back in full force, that in truth they never really left.

“What is it?” he asks, concern in his eyes.

You take a deep breath, deciding it’s now or never.

“I’m in love with you. I never really stopped being in love with you, if I’m being honest. But being with you these past few months, being your friend again… I’ve loved it. I’ve loved talking with you on the phone for hours about everything and nothing, seeing you talk with my parents like nothing’s changed, and I… I wanna try again. For real this time.” You bite your lip, nervously gauging his reaction.

“You— you mean that?” Elvis asks softly, eyes wide.

“Yes,” you reply, “I mean it.”

“Y/N, I’d… I’d love that. I promise,” he says sincerely, “I’ll do it right this time. I’ll be the man you deserve.” He steps closer, his lips now just a breath away from yours. “Can I—“ his eyes flick from looking into yours down to your lips, “I really wanna kiss you right now.” he breathes.

You nod your consent, and he swoops down to capture your lips with his, one hand cupping your cheek while the other grips your waist, pulling you close. Your arms wind around his neck up into his hair, mussing the carefully styled locks as you savor the feeling of his lips velvet-soft against yours. He walks you backward until you’re pressed against the wall, his lips never leaving yours as his body presses against you. Eventually the need for air gets the better of you, and he reluctantly pulls away, keeping his forehead and nose pressed to yours as if he can’t bear to be any farther away. His blue eyes lock with yours as you catch your breath.

“I missed you so much,” he breathes, lips brushing against yours, and the amount of love clear in those 5 little words brings tears to your eyes.

“I missed you, too,” you reply softly, a smile spreading across your face.

The two of you stay like that for a while, pressed against the wall of the hallway, before Elvis mumbles “As much as I’d love to just stay here with you forever, we should probably get back before they notice we’re gone.”

“Oh, right,” you laugh sheepishly as you remember the reason you were there in the first place.

The two of you slip back into the TV room, your absence seemingly having gone unnoticed, and assume the spaces you had occupied before you left, with one small difference: your hand is intertwined with his throughout the rest of the screening.

Taglist: @queenslandlover-93 @anangelwhodidntfall @austin-butlers-gf @butlersluvbot @killerqueenfan @kittenlittle24 @beauvibaby @kingelviscreole @justjacesstuff @sweetheartlizzie07 @coldonexx @londonalozzy @kaycinema @annamarie16 @adoreyouusugar @djconde58 @mirandastuckinthe80s @luke-my-skywalker @tubble-wubble @apparently-sunshine @kisseskae @whotfatemywaffles @gyomei-tiddies @friedwangsss @shynovelist @sassy-ahsoka-tano @she-is-juniper

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfiction #elvis (2022)#elvis 2022 #elvis biopic #elvis baz luhrmann #my writing #ickkspty #i can’t keep kissing strangers pretending they’re you

2K notes · View notes

roosterforme · 9 months

Text

The Curveball Part 9 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: As Molly starts to warm up to the idea of being a mom, Bob just wants to take care of her every need. He wants to buy her gummy bears, feed her vegetables, and love her. But who will be there to help her when he can't be?

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swears, pregnancy, smut, 18+

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

Check my masterlist for more! The Curveball masterlist

Thank you to @mak-32 and @teacupsandtopgun for the beautiful banners!

Bob stashed the ring for Molly deep in the back of his side of the closet alongside his duffle bag and other deployment items. She made it clear she didn't want that right now, so it didn't really matter if he did. He'd wait until...well, as long as it took. Because Molly was staying with him. And she was keeping the baby.

He was going to be a dad. He always thought he'd be a pretty good dad, given the opportunity. And Molly hadn't let him down or disappointed him one tiny bit by giving him the opportunity. He knew he was patient and willing to listen. He was good with kids, and they liked him because he respected them. He was already getting excited about this. He could be a dad if Molly was with him.

And now that he knew what had been bothering her, he would do anything to help make things easier. He was currently making her a bowl of oatmeal with a sliced up banana on top of it while she lounged on the couch. He heard her get up and run to the bathroom once, but she seemed to have calmed down substantially since earlier this afternoon when she finally told him she was pregnant.

When he took the oatmeal and a glass of ginger ale with plenty of ice into the living room, she smiled up at him. "Thanks, Bobby," she murmured.

He sat next to her, and when she crawled onto his lap with the bowl of her dinner, he held her tight while she took tiny bites. "Just go slow," he whispered, kissing her shoulder through his undershirt which she was wearing. "If it doesn't stay down, then it doesn't stay down. No harm done."

"I'm so hungry," she whined, biting into one of the banana slices. "It's so good!"

"If you eat your dinner, I have some gummy bears in the kitchen cabinet for you," he promised, and the way her eyes lit up made him laugh.

"You really love me," she said before bursting into tears again. He took the bowl and set it down on the coffee table while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Of course I love you, Mo. More than anyone else. Except maybe our baby. And you can always tell me when something's got you upset."

"I know," she said through her tears. "I just didn't want you to think I was a flake. Or worse, that I did this on purpose."

Bob would never think either of those things about her. Could never think that. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Molly. And it didn't actually take you getting pregnant for me to realize that."

She looked up at him as she swiped at her tears. "The rest of your life?"

"Yes," he confirmed as she reached out to adjust his crooked glasses. "All of it. I told you I want forever. And we can get married someday if you want to. And we'll have the baby together. I already thought of names."

"Really?" she asked, leaning in to kiss his nose. "I just told you I'm pregnant a few hours ago. You already have names?"

"Yes," he said with a smile as he looked at how pretty she was.

Bob watched her lips part in surprise. "Shit. The only baby name I like is Everett! I told my sister to use it, and now I'm kind of pissed off about it!"

Bob started laughing as she reached for the bowl of oatmeal again. "Maybe we'll have a girl."

"We can name her Roberta."

He winced. "Please, no."

But she just shrugged as she took another bite of food. "We'll see."

----------------------------

Molly decided that the best part of being pregnant was the fact that she could eat candy whenever she wanted without Bob giving her side eye. But the worst part of being pregnant was going to work. She was vomiting. A lot. Like several times per day. And she was decidedly losing weight, which her doctor told her was completely normal. But it didn't feel normal.

When she looked in the mirror, she thought she looked disgusting. Her skin was dull, her eyes looked tired, and even her hair was suffering a bit. She was definitely bloated too. But Bob told her she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and she burst into tears. Because she believed him.

She was so overly emotional. Thank goodness the asshole doctor was gone from emergency rotation now, because she would have completely lost it on him. And she was just so fucking hungry. Like it never stopped. But she also could barely eat anything. Which made her more emotional.

She had been spending a lot of time with her sister. When she tried to apologize about having a meltdown while dress shopping, her sister wouldn't hear it. But Molly did feel bad that she had to buy the dress she was wearing while Molly had an emotional breakdown on the floor.

"I don't care about the dress as much as I care about you and Bob and your unborn child. Now let me hug you, okay?" And the mom hugs felt so good. Molly was happy she could learn from the best mom hugger, because she was determined to give superior mom hugs herself one day soon.

"Bobby?" she called out when she got home from work the Saturday before her sister's wedding. She was ravenous, but she also thought maybe she was horny? She and Bob hadn't successfully had sex in weeks, because she got too motion sick every single time. It was a travesty. A crime against humanity. She had the sexiest boyfriend in the world, and she couldn't even fuck him properly.

"I'm in the extra bedroom, Mo."

She kicked off her shoes, something Bob hated, and she strolled down the hallway in her scrubs. When she poked her head inside the room, she saw him taking measurements. She really liked the way he tucked the pencil behind his ear when he wasn't using it. Yep, she was horny.

"Hi," she whispered, and when he turned to face her, he collected her in his arms.

"How was work, mommy?" he asked, and she couldn't help but smile. Ever since the first ultrasound appointment when they saw what looked like a lima bean inside her, he had taken to calling her that on occasion.

"I only threw up four times."

His face looked genuinely happy for her. "Progress!"

"I hope the barfing ends soon, because I'd rather clean up other people's upchuck than my own."

Bob kissed her forehead, and she let herself melt against him. "You're going to be the best mom in the world," he whispered, and of course she felt her overly emotional tears welling up in her eyes. Because she wanted to be. She honestly wanted to be so good at it that she made herself proud. "I'll be really good at all the boring stuff, but Honey, you'll be so much fun."

"You're not boring, Coach Bob. But you're definitely not as fun as I am. What are you working on anyway? I thought you were going out with Ev and Coach Turd."

"I did," he replied. "We went out for breakfast."

"To the place with the sticky floor?" she asked, rubbing her nose along his neck because he smelled so good.

"Yes. Your nephew loves it there. But now I'm trying to figure out where the crib is going to fit. And I hate to tell you this, I really do... but Mo, we need to get rid of at least two of our couches."

She burst into laughter. "I've been waiting for you to say that since I moved in, and I am honestly shocked you made it this long."

He smiled down at her. "They gotta go."

"I'll text Bradley and ask him to help you move them," she said. "He'll be so pissed about it, but he'll do it anyway." But then she noticed that he looked a little hesitant. "What? What's wrong."

He shook his head and just shrugged. "Well, I was thinking I'd kind of like a baseball theme?" he asked softly as his cheeks grew rosy.

"A baseball theme?" she asked, looking up at his beautiful eyes that she hoped the baby would win the genetic lottery and get.

"Yeah. Baseball. We could do pink if it's a girl. But if you hate it, then we can go with something else."

"Oh, for the nursery?" she asked him, tugging him closer for a kiss. "You already came up with ideas for a nursery theme? God, Bobby, you're too much. Perfect boyfriends get blowjobs whenever they want them." His cheeks flushed with a deeper color as she pulled him toward their bedroom. "But I can't even suck your dick right now without throwing up."

"Yeah," he said with a look of concern. "Let's not do that again."

She bit her lip and started to pull her scrub top over her head. "I just want to do something nice for you, because you've been taking care of me nonstop, Lieutenant Floyd. Inside and outside of the bedroom," she added as she removed her bra.

And that's all it took. Bob's lips were on her breasts immediately, and Molly was in heaven. He'd been giving her the most feather light touches and going down on her for weeks. He promised her a million times that he didn't need to have traditional intercourse with her. He assured her they didn't need to mess around at all since she was feeling so queasy.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she whispered as Bob ran his tongue along her piercing. She knew she'd have to remove them eventually, but for now, he was still enjoying himself. "And I think I feel okay. Will you let me try to ride you?"

The soft groan he made was scandalous as she untied her pants and let them slide down her legs. "We can try it, Honey. But if you're not feeling okay, use the safe word?"

Molly had to hold back her tears. "God, you're perfect. Now get undressed and get on the bed."

----------------------------

Bob was treated to everything he'd been missing as soon as Molly's pussy enveloped his cock. He was laying back against the pillows on their bed and holding her hands to offer her some extra support. It was entrancing, the way she bit her lip and moved her hips just ever so slightly, her fingers laced with his. He was supporting her as much as she needed him to, anticipating the way she was going to move.

"Feel good, Bobby?" she whispered as she rode him in small yet fluid movements.

He nodded, his glasses sliding down his nose as he felt her clench softly around him. "Molly," he moaned, letting his head tip back. "You don't feel nauseous or anything?"

"I'm okay," she promised, and very slowly, Bob sat up so she was straddling his thighs while she rode him. He pressed a kiss to the swell or her breast, wrapping his hands around her hips.

As Bob stroked her soft skin with his thumbs, he kissed her lips and whispered, "Honey. You have a little baby bump."

"Do I?" she asked, pausing her movements to look down at her body. "I thought I was just bloated?"

Bob eased one hand along her belly in complete awe and let his fingers splay over her navel. "It's a bump."

When she looked up and met his eyes, she looked so excited. Bob couldn't be happier that she seemed to be warming up to the idea of parenting with him more each day. "It's a bump!" she gasped. "I feel like it's kind of early to be showing?"

Bob shrugged, his cock still hard and buried deep inside her pussy. He moaned softly against her neck as he felt her clench. "Not too early. And it's not that noticeable except that you're naked and right here with me. And Molly... I'm so excited."

Then her lips were on his, and her fingers were in his hair. She was kissing him so hard, she took his breath away, and each little movement of her hips felt heavenly. She kissed him and rode him while he praised her. It was intoxicating the way she just owned him, but Bob didn't let himself cum until she had. The soft roll of her hips and the long buildup left her screaming and shaking in his grasp, pawing at his chest.

"I love you," she told him, lips pressed to his ear. "I love you." And Bob had no choice in the matter. He filled her up, let himself cum inside the woman he loved, too.

When they both ended up in the bathroom to get cleaned up, he watched Molly turn every which way in front of the mirror, examining herself.

"It really is a bump," she whispered, running her small hand along her belly. "Oh my god. Bob," she gasped, turning to look at him. "I'll be huge soon."

He just grinned and kissed her shoulder. "I can't wait."

-------------------------

Molly tried not to laugh. She tried her damndest. But as she stood in the living room eating a bag of Cheetos and watching Bob and Bradley struggle with one of the couches, she was literally cackling.

"This is the heaviest fucking thing in the world," Bradley complained, glaring in her direction. "If I get injured two days before my wedding, your sister is going to be pissed. And if Bob gets injured, the rec league will be out a center fielder."

"You're such a turd," she said, chewing on her snack. "You'll both be fine. And hey, maybe this is just a wakeup call. Maybe you both need to hit the gym a little harder."

Now they were both glaring at her as sweat dripped down their faces.

"Okay, okay," she said, licking her cheesy fingers. "I'll babysit Ev for you one night to say thank you. And you can go do whatever freaky shit you like to do with my sister."

"Appreciated," Bradley grunted. And then she got to sit and watch them force it through the front door of the condo.

After both couches were out, Bob came back inside, wiping his forehead with the hem of his tee shirt. Molly hadn't been feeling great all day. The Cheetos were the only thing she seemed to be able to keep down, but she dragged Bob back to the bedroom anyway.

"What's wrong?" he asked, fixing his glasses on the way.

"Nothing, Bobby. My stomach is upset, but I'm horny at the same time," she replied, taking off all her clothes and laying out on the bed with her fingers on her piercings. "Take care of me."

She didn't have to wait long at all. Bob stripped down to his underwear and helped Molly up to the middle of the bed. Then he had her legs spread wide and his mouth was on her pussy. His broad shoulders were digging into her thighs as he licked her with one long stripe before looking up at her face. Molly was already panting and needy.

"I won't be rough at all. But you let me know if I'm doing something you don't like."

"God, Bobby! Just lick my pussy!" she whined, wiggling herself against his mouth as he grinned.

"Anything you want," he promised before licking and sucking on her like she was the best thing he'd ever tasted. She was rolling her hips gently, enthralled by the smooth metal of his glasses on the insides of her thighs.

"Coach Bob," she whined as he nibbled gently on her clit. "Good job, Coach."

But now Bob was grinding against the bed, and Molly was so close she was seeing stars. When she came with her hands on her nipples, Bob lifted up his wet face from his feast and pulled his cock free from his underwear. With a loud groan and five short strokes, Molly squealed in delight as he came all over her pussy and belly. She praised him as his cum hit her thighs. She reached for his hand and kissed his fingers as the last white ribbon landed on her flower tattoos.

"So hot," she gasped, holding his hand as she watched her boyfriend run his tongue through the mess he made. And then so gently, so as not to put any pressure on her belly, Bob braced himself on his elbow and kissed her. She licked all of his cum into her own mouth and whimpered. "I love you so much."

"You know," he replied, kissing her softly, "there was a time it would have hurt my feelings to hear you say that after I got you off."

She shook her head and cupped his face. "No, Bobby. I love you."

"I know it, Mo."

---------------------------

Bob didn't think he could be so relaxed the night before his own wedding. But Bradley was sitting on one of the two remaining couches in the condo, drinking a beer and watching a baseball game. Everett was laying with his head on the cushion, trying to stay awake, and Bob was on the other couch missing Molly.

He kept texting her, and she was occasionally responding while she spent the night with her sister. When she sent a selfie of her smiling face, Bob softly said, "I bought a ring."

Bradley's attention was on him immediately, fully ignoring the game. "For Molly?"

"Yes."

"Did you propose?" he asked, glancing down to confirm that Everett was asleep.

"She told me not to."

Bradley's brow creased. "Like she told you to never propose to her? What the hell, man? She loves you. And you got her pregnant."

He sighed deeply. "I know. But she told me she'd tell me when she's ready. If she's ever ready."

"Damn," Bradley whispered. "I'll have a talk with her. I'm kind of attached to the idea of you as my brother-in-law."

Bob laughed and then groaned. "Please don't say anything to her. I'd be embarrassed. And you seem to trigger her anyway. She calls you a turd all the time."

"I'm pretty sure she means it with love behind it though?" Bradley asked, scratching his mustache.

"Probably. I have the feeling that you wouldn't be getting married tomorrow if Molly didn't approve of you."

"Shit," Bradley mumbled, looking alarmed now. "You're totally fucking right. I should be nicer to her? I never really wanted an annoying little sister, but here we are. No offense."

"None taken," Bob replied. Nothing about Molly was annoying to him. And it was almost a relief the way he knew Molly's sister and Bradley were close by and were protective of her. "You're getting the full package tomorrow. A wife, a stepson, and an annoying little sister."

Bradley shook his head. "You're getting a kid, too. And Molly will come around to the idea of getting married. But even if she doesn't, she's still yours."

Bob nodded. But what a concept. Molly was with him, but she couldn't be tamed. He wouldn't want to have a tame Molly anyway. She was ethereal. Otherworldly. A beautiful deviant. "Actually... I'm hers."

------------------------

Molly drove all over the place the day of the wedding. Her sister was being a bit of a diva about not getting any cookie crumbs on her wedding dress, but Molly was starving. She swore her bump had grown over the past week, and while Bob thought it looked cute, Molly thought she might try eating some vegetables. For the baby and for her.

"I'm nervous."

Molly turned and gaped at her sister until she was scolded about watching where she was driving. "Why? What is there to be nervous about? Bradley is going to love you and your dress and all of it."

"I'm not nervous about that," she replied, looking out the window. "I'm nervous about later tonight. After the wedding and the ballgame."

Molly snorted. "You're nervous about your wedding night? What, is Bradley's dick suddenly too big for you or something? God, you really need to stop telling me about your sex life."

"No!" she replied, shaking with laughter. "I'm nervous about asking him if he wants to adopt Everett."

"Seriously? I'd be even less nervous about that than the actual wedding or the obligation you have to fuck Bradley all night. He's going to say yes to adopting Ev. He's going to shout it from the rooftops!"

"I hope so."

"And I know so. Because even though he's annoying half the time, he's proven his loyalty. He even came over and moved my couches with Bob again after he swore up and down that he wouldn't. And he's way more devoted to Ev than he is to Bob and I. Like, the man already basically is Ev's dad. Just let him have it on a piece of paper."

And then she started crying, and Molly almost drove off the side of the road.

"Stop! You'll wreck your makeup! You'll get mascara on your dress."

"I can't help it," she whispered. "I didn't know I could be with someone who loved Everett, too."

"For real," Molly mumbled, pulling into the lot at Petco Park. "Now I need to fix your face."

And even though she was grumbling the whole time, she did fix the makeup disaster pretty well. When her sister reached out and said, "You have a tiny bump," Molly smiled as she put the cap on the lipstick.

"I thought I was just bloated. I can't wait to find out if it's a boy or a girl. But I'm telling you right now, either way, the baby might get named Everett."

She started laughing again as they walked toward the ballfield together. "You pretty much named Everett for me, because I was high on pain medication and Danny was nowhere to be found."

Molly squeezed her hand and said, "I was more than happy to be there that day."

But when her sister stopped, Molly turned to look at her. "I know you think I somehow hit the lottery. Like I got this amazing upgrade from Danny to Bradley. And maybe that's true. But you're never going to have to worry about that. You struck gold right out of the gate. And I'm happy for you, Molly. I love you. And I love Bob. But damn, I wish you weren't comparing yourself to me. Because you're doing everything right all by yourself."

Molly stood there as her eyes filled with tears, running her hand over the navy blue dress that hugged her belly. She let the words soak into her skin and fill her up. "Thanks," she whispered. "We both did okay. It's time for you to get married."

As Molly stood on the alarmingly green grass near home plate, Bob had his arm around her and his chin resting on her head. The wedding vows were beautiful and so fitting, and Everett looked delighted by everything that was going on. And it was quiet and sweet and wholesome and private. And Molly thought maybe she'd definitely like to do this someday with Bob. Probably in a meadow of wildflowers while Bob held their child.

"I love you," Molly whispered to him as she closed her eyes and turned to press her cheek against his strong chest.

The rest of the ceremony was perfect. And the reception in the fancy owners suite was perfect. Molly ate nachos and soft pretzels until she was afraid she was going to pop.

"Bob?" she asked. "I should probably be eating like a vegetable or something?"

He just laughed and pulled her close as she licked some nacho cheese off the side of her hand. "Honey, it's honestly probably a good idea. I'll cook you whatever you want. I'll make all the vegetables for you later tonight."

Molly moaned softly as she lured Bob closer to the corner of the suite, away from Nat and everyone else. "Will you feed them to me in bed while you fuck me?" she asked, looking up at him sweetly as his hands came to rest on her belly.

"Can you be quiet? Ev is spending the weekend with us."

"I don't know, Lieutenant Bobby. Maybe you'll have to gag me."

Bob was staring at her as Everett himself came running over to give Molly a hug, and she bent to kiss his cheek. "I can't wait for our sleepover," she whispered. "Don't tell your mom."

"I won't!" he promised, all smiles as he had clearly just had the best day of his little life. Molly watched him run back over to Bradley who immediately picked him up and smothered him in kisses.

"Are you going to be like that?" Molly asked Bob, pointing to where Bradley was laughing with Everett like they were in their own little world.

"Probably worse," he admitted with a smile of his own.

--------------------------

Labor Day weekend had been perfect. Bob had taken Everett on a hike on Sunday morning so Molly could sleep in. Then they stopped at the beach and collected shells before picking up lunch and taking it back to eat with her. Monday consisted of a trip to the zoo and some back to school shopping, because Everett would be starting second grade later that week.

And when Molly left to drive Everett home on Monday night, Bob finally had some time to clean up the condo. He wiped down the kitchen counters, loaded the dishwasher and vacuumed. And the entire time, he thought about how his baby was approximately the size of a plum. And then for a split second, he thought Plum Floyd would be a cute name for a girl. And then he spiraled into a daydream where the baby was a girl with Bob's hair and Molly's eyes. He couldn't wait to find out what they were having.

Then he stood at the counter and started to sort through the mail. And there it was. A notice of deployment. He hadn't seen a deployment since January. He should have been expecting it. But he had become so caught up in Molly and the baby and how full his life felt... that he didn't have time for these thoughts to creep in.

October first. He was going to miss the ultrasound that would tell them if it was a boy or a girl. But at least he'd be back before Molly's birthday and Thanksgiving. At least there was that.

He was still holding the letter when Molly unlocked the front door and strolled inside. "Can you believe I'm kind of craving a celery stick? I'll have to dunk it in ranch dressing, but I'm craving the crunch, you know? The baby loves crunchy."

"Mo."

His voice sounded like a warning, even to his own ears. And Molly turned to look at him at the kitchen counter with parted lips and wide eyes. "What?" she asked softly, staring at him like she'd done something wrong.

Bob rushed for her, wrapping her up in a hug. The urge to tear up the letter and pretend he'd never seen it was strong, but his desire to be the best he could be for his family was even stronger.

"I'm deploying. On October first."

And then he had to watch Molly's face crumble into tears. He had to listen to her sobbing for the first time since the day she told him she was pregnant. He had to hold back his own despair, knowing he'd have to be strong for both of them.

---------------------------

Everyone is getting deployed? Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

PART 10

@theamuz

@thedroneranger

@cherrycola27

@katiedid-3

@bradshawsbitch

@beyondthesefourwalls

@je-suis-prest-rachel

@callsign-magnolia

@avaleineandafryingpan

@t-nd-rfoot

@wkndwlff

@eddiemunsonreader

@wintercap89

@the-fever-of-mankind

@yanna-banana

@lovingperfectionsblog

@daisydont-lie

@sappy-seresin

@birdy-bat-writes

@cutelittlefakejourneys

@cottagecori

@fandom-princess-forevermore

@sotalife

@novastories

@xoxabs88xox

@rileyanntoinette

@mannsachds

@midnightmagpiemama

@greatszu

@zetasaturno99

@lovingrobertfloyd

@chicomonks

@taytaylala12

@captain-fandomwriter58

@grxcisxhy-wp

@hobireasns

@wolfquake23

@ohgodnotagainn

@toobouquet

@paintlavillered

@seitmai

@tigermoon3

@noonenuts

@amiets2

#bob floyd imagine #bob floyd fic #bob floyd fanfiction #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #robert floyd imagine #robert floyd fic #robert floyd fanfiction #robert floyd x oc #bob floyd x oc #bob floyd smut #top gun imagine #top gun maverick imagine #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #the curveball #batting practice #roosterforme

347 notes · View notes

therealcocoshady · 3 months

Text

Recovery - Chapter 25

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em has trouble handling the breakup when Jamal shows up with bad news.

Tags : ANGST, Comfort

MARSHALL’S POV

The hardest part about grieving his relationship with Y/N was that he didn’t really have anyone to talk to about it, since they hardly told anyone. The only people who knew about the breakup were Talia, Jamal and Hailie. For obvious reasons, he didn’t feel like telling his daughter how sad he was over a relationship she didn’t approve of. Jamal had actually reached out a couple of times, saying that he was sorry it was over with Y/N and that he was here if he needed to talk, but seeing as he was his ex’s roommate, Marshall didn’t feel too comfortable with the idea.

Ever since the breakup, a couple weeks ago, he was in a state of constant mood swings : he would find himself in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling for hours, before being overcome by anger, followed by deep sadness. He was fifty-one, feeling like a heart-broken teenager, lonely and sad in a huge house whose every corner reminded him of Y/N. It was the most depressing place in the world and yet, there was nowhere else he’d rather be. This led him to do something extremely out of character : canceling studio sessions for two weeks and staying in bed most of the time. He also dodged most calls and failed to answer texts - not that he was too good at keeping up with it anyway. Most of the time, he wondered where Y/N was at, what she was doing, how she was feeling. The sadness he had seen in her eyes as they parted ways haunted him.

It was sunday and, as usual, he was having his kids and their significant others over for family brunch. He tried his best to put on a happy face but to no avail.

Dad ? Are you even listening to me ? Stevie asked, interrupting his train of thoughts.

Sorry, I wasn’t, he admitted. Mind repeating ?

I was thinking of getting a pet snake. I just don’t know which one yet.

That made him chuckle for the first time in a week. Stevie and pets - a greater love story than most.

Don’t you have enough of a zoo ? He asked. It’s a lot of work. And don’t forget school.

I know, Dad. “School is important, blah, blah, blah”, she gestured imitating him.

Well it’s my job to remind you, he shrugged. Anyway, don’t count on me for pet-sitting.

Me neither, Hailie said with a hint of disgust.

Neither, Alaina chimed in.

Fine, Stevie said as she rolled her eyes.

Marshall went back to his thoughts, letting his kids argue about what kind of unusual pet was the worst : spiders or snakes. He thought about Y/N and how she would feel about the debate, knowing full-well that she had a phobia of both.

It’s probably not too wise to have a pet snake with a baby on the way, though, Stevie said.

This caused Marshall to spit his orange juice.

You’re pregnant ?! He blurted out.

Now we’ve got your attention, she said with a grin as everyone laughed. I’m kidding.

Very funny, he said sarcastically. Thanks for the heart attack by the way. I’m not ready to be a grandpa just yet.

You do know that Hailie and I are older than you when you became a Dad, right ? Alaina asked.

True, he hummed. Stevie is not, though. You can’t have a baby, you’re still one.

I’m 21, she said as she rolled her eyes. But relax, I don’t want kids anyway.

That’s my girl, he said with a smile.

All I’m saying is that you could be a grandpa someday soon, Alaina continued. Now that we’re married, Matt and I might decide to start trying.

You’d be good parents, he said with a smile. I mean, I’ll never be ready for that day, but I guess a new addition to the family would be welcome. Not a snake, though.

How about you ? Stevie asked.

What about me ? He hummed.

Well you broke up with Nicole months ago, but maybe you’ll be the one bringing someone new to the family, she said. We’re out of the house and we don’t want you to be lonely, right ? I swear, it feels like you’re not even trying…

He stared at Hailie who tried to hide a scoff by faking a cough. Obviously, she had been true to her words and hadn’t told her sisters anything - not that there was anything to say anymore…

Let’s put it this way, he sighed. There’s more chances of me getting a pet snake than bringing a lady into this family.

His tone was dry and sarcastic. Now that Y/N was gone, he felt like he might actually end up alone. But in the end, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be with anyone if he wasn’t with her. The perspective of even holding the hand of someone else was rebutting to him. Hailie looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

We’re short on pancakes, she said. I’ll make some. Help me in the kitchen, Dad ?

That was a lame excuse, but he followed her anyway.

What’s wrong with you ? She asked with a worried face once they were alone.

Nothing, he said.

Dad… You haven’t paid attention all day, you look like you haven’t slept in ages and you implied that there’s nothing going on in your love life when we both know it’s not true, she stated.

There’s nothing going on anymore, Hay, he said dryly. Now, I don’t mean to be rude, but I would appreciate it if you waited for me to leave the kitchen before you do some happy dance of celebration.

Don’t snap at me, she said as her eyebrows furrowed.

Sorry, he said as he pinched the area between his eyes. You’re right. I am tired and I shouldn’t be taking it out on anyone.

So… It’s over ? She asked calmly.

Yeah.

He didn’t bother commenting on the circumstances of the breakup.

Want to talk about it ? She offered.

I’m good, he said as he took her in his arms. I just need some rest. I’m taking a small break from recording, that’ll do me some good.

I thought you were close to being done with the new album ?

It can wait, he said. I need to chill for a bit.

I’m worried for you, Dad…

Don’t. I’ll get over it, he said.

“Chickens they come they go”, she playfully sung his lyrics.

Thanks for quoting the clean version, he chuckled.

They shared a laugh. In this moment, he was grateful for his family and especially his daughters.

6 WEEKS LATER

The two week break ended up turning into a month and a half long one. He came up with various excuses but in the end, it didn’t really matter. He didn’t feel like seeing anyone besides his family and he was in no mood to work anyway. Everytime he tried to write something, it felt like a disaster. His inspiration seemed to have run dry.

However, his friends were persistent and, once they understood that he was definitely screening the calls, they took turns showing up at his place to make sure he was alright. The official version was that he was a bit burnt-out. He was not sure if he should come clean about his breakup. He was starting to feel the need to talk about it, to talk about Y/N. She had tried to call him a couple of times but he did not pick up. Not that he didn’t want to, though. He just knew it would hurt too much.

Jamal had also reached out a couple more times but Marshall did not answer. He thought his friend got the hint, but he ended up showing up unannounced, late one night.

Anyone dies ? Marshall asked after greeting him.

Might as well be you, Jamal answered. We haven’t heard from you in ages, man. And no offense, but you look deceased, too.

Well… You know.

They stared at each other in agreement.

Can I come in ? His friend finally asked. I brought you some stuff.

You didn’t have to, man.

It’s just a pack of red bull, food Talia made for you, some beats for you to listen to and a care package.

A care package ? Marshall asked amused. What are you ? My great-aunt ?

Actually, it’s from Y/N.

Oh, he simply said.

He gestured for Jamal to come in and they went to the living room.

Thank Talia for me, he said as he rummaged through the bags his friends had brought.

Will do.

Should I wait for you to leave to open the mystery package ? He asked.

Up to you, man, Jamal said. I mostly came to check up on you. We’re all worried about you.

I appreciate it, man. Thanks. I’m good. I just need some time to adjust, you know ? He said.

I bet, Jamal replied. It’s going to be weird, not having her hanging out at the studio anymore. We all got used to her being there.

Well, we decided to remain friends, Marshall explained. So, she’s welcome anytime. I know everyone loves her and I don’t want it to be weird.

Jamal looked at him with a confused expression.

You really have unplugged, haven’t you ?

Sort of, yeah. Why ?

His friend kept on staring at him for a few seconds. It was uncomfortable and it felt as if he was about to tell him that a zombie apocalypse had erupted.

Man, I don’t know how to tell you this but…. She’s gone, Jamal said.

What do you mean ? Marshall asked.

Shit. I thought you knew, or at least that you had a vague idea… I know you didn’t pick up her calls, but she tried to text you. Several times, his friend explained.

What does it fucking mean ? He asked as he was starting to lose his patience. What do you mean she’s gone ?!

We drove her to the airport this afternoon, man. She’s moving back to France. She just handed her doctoral dissertation and she pulled something to convince them to let her do the defense thing remotely.

Why would she do that ? Marshall scoffed.

Dude, she’s a mess, Jamal said. She wouldn’t get out of her room for days. She barely ate, didn’t sleep. Talia had to help her showering and shit. We almost sent her to a psych ward. She stopped talking for weeks.

Why didn’t you call me ?! He asked angrily. Why am I just finding out now ?

She made me swear not to, man. She couldn’t face you. When she took the decision to move back, we convinced her to let you know, but I guess you didn’t see the texts…

She’s… gone ? Marshall asked again, in disbelief.

Yeah. You should check the package, Jamal said. When she didn’t get any response from you, she prepared it and told me to give it to you once she was gone. I have no idea what’s in there, though.

Marshall wasted no time and tore up the carefully wrapped bow to unveil what was inside. There were a bunch of envelopes and two presents.

I can leave you to it, if you want, Jamal offered.

I don’t mind, Marshall shrugged as he kept on staring at the content of the box. Fuck. I had no idea she would fucking leave…

He went back to his unboxing. He opened a first envelope, that contained a few pictures of them, that she had printed : a selfie of the whole crew, taken on the first day they met - she was shyly posing next to him as he flipped the camera -, two picture from their time in the hospital - a selfie of her as she pointed to him asleep in a chair next to her bed and a selfie of the two of them laying in bed next to each other - as well as the selfies they had taken as a couple. He looked at the pictures for a long time, failing to believe he wouldn’t see that face again and that she was in a whole different time zone.

In the second envelope was a printing of the “acknowledgement” section of her dissertation. Everyone she knew from the studio was listed by name, including him, who had a whole paragraph that read “To MBMIII, thank you for welcoming me with open arms and believing in me. This work would not have been possible without your help and encouragement. Thank you for inspiring me to believe in my dreams and to lose myself in the moment and own it. In doing so, I found inspiration but also who I am. I am forever grateful for you, more than words will ever convey”. He read the paragraph at least ten times. He couldn’t believe she had actually quoted his lyrics to thank him. This made him smile and almost tear up. His heart was swelling with pride for her finally being done with her work, as well as sadness.

The third envelope contained a handwritten letter :

“Dear Marshall,

By the time you read this, I will most likely be back in France. I wish I had the chance to say goodbye in person, but you wouldn’t pick up the phone. I am not sure why, but I guess I can’t blame you. Leaving Detroit, a place I have called home for the past few years has been a tough decision - probably the hardest one after leaving you. I knew I would have to go back home eventually, but I decided to leave early because I cannot see straight anymore. Every street, every corner, every stone reminds me of you. I cannot sleep in this bed knowing I won’t wake up next to you. I cannot keep breathing and existing in all the places you made me feel seen, loved and appreciated, knowing I can’t feel you near. Every little thing is a reminder of what once was and will not be again. And being reminded that I once had everything and lost it is too much pain. But in truth, I am not writing this letter to complain, but to say thank you. You walked into my life when I needed support, and you gave me exactly what I needed : love, encouragement and inspiration. Meeting you is one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I will forever be grateful. Your generosity and everything that you are takes my breath away. But as I am writing this letter, I am reminded that I am only human, in desperate need of oxygen. I need to leave because I have to save myself from drowning. I cannot allow myself to hope that you will reach for me, as I foreswore that right - if I ever had it. I broke both of our hearts but I am hopeful that they can be mended. You deserve nothing but love, joy and happiness and I pray that you find it wherever you go, whatever you do, whoever you meet.

I love you and I always will.

Yours forever,

Y/N

PS : I hope you don’t mind the cheesy quotation of your lyrics. I have been catching up on your music because I needed to hear your voice. Also, it is hard to exist without your talent and your way with words.

PPS : I have finally listened to your whole catalog. Every single, every album, every feature. I did not think it was possible, but it makes me love you even more.”

Marshall could feel his heart sink as he read her letter. He could feel her sadness and her pain, her bleeding love in each word. He wished that he could reach her and pull her close to him. At that moment, he knew that letting her go was his biggest mistake. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Fuck, he said.

You good ? Jamal asked after a few seconds, reminding him of his presence.

I… I guess.

He finally opened the two presents. These were fancy packages from Montblanc. He scoffed, as he definitely didn’t deserve such a big gesture. If anything, he should be the one to treat her to the finer things in life, not the other way around. In the first package was a beautiful leather embossed notebook with a note written in pencil on the first page : “May you be inspired to fill these pages with good rhymes and good bars. I cannot wait to listen to the whole album. You got this and I believe in you.”.

The second package contained a fancy, beautiful pen. From the looks of it, it was a collectible. The first thing he did with it was to write her name underneath her note, in ink. He needed her name to be there, permanently.

By the time he was done opening the presents, he was openly sobbing and it didn’t matter that Jamal or anyone else was here. For the first time in ages, the pain in his chest was so real that he thought he would have a heart attack. He found himself bent in two, crouching on the couch, sobbing and feeling every bit of the pain he had tried to suppress. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe deeply. He tried to focus on happy thoughts, but he couldn’t think of anything. The only image in his brain was her face.

FUCK, he screamed into the nothingness.

Every emotion he had ever felt, every moment of pain and grief seemed to hit him all at once. His mom, his bullies, Ronnie, Kim, Proof, his overdose, Y/N.

Fuck, he whispered under his breath. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It was all he would say.

Marshall, he heard Jamal say in an echo. Do you need anything ? Anyone ?

Y/N, he said as he kept sobbing. I need Y/N. I need her. I need to talk to her. My phone. Now.

He heard Jamal hurry and rummage through the mess in his living room, trying to find his phone before handing it to him. He turned it on for the first time in days and he was immediately flooded by the incoming notifications that caused the phone to lag for a bit. He had about a hundred phone calls, a thousand unread emails and about fifty unread texts. Most of them were from his manager, his friends and his kids, but a few of them were from Y/N. She had really tried to reach out to him.

From Y/N : I hope you’re doing well. I need to talk to you. Can you please call me back ?

From Y/N : Please call back ? It’s important.

From Y/N : I can’t reach you and I wish I didn’t have to tell you over a lousy text, but I’m leaving Detroit. I’m going back to France. My plane leaves on Tuesday night.

From Y/N : I don’t know if you got my texts ? Or if you’re ignoring them ? I’d like to say goodbye. Can I come by ?

From Y/N : You probably don’t want to see me. I’m sorry for disturbing you. In case you change your mind, my plane leaves at 6:35 PM.

From Y/N : Boarding now. It’s my last text, I swear. Goodbye Marshall. I love you.

There it was. Her last text. She had actually given him the opportunity to see her one last time. He could have held her. Maybe he could have convinced her to stay. But he blew it. He needed to call her and apologize. All he wanted was to crawl back to her. He needed her. To hear her voice. Anything. He tried calling but it went straight to voicemail. By looking at the time, he guessed she was on the plane and that her phone was on airplane mode. It was too late.

He stared at the screen, feeling angry at himself. In a fit of rage, he threw the phone across the room and heard the screen break. Once he realized it meant he might not have her texts, he went to get it back. The screen was broken but still working. Once again, he felt mad. He punched the nearest wall. Then a painting. Then a mirror. In a matter of minutes, he found himself in a state, nearly trashing his living room. Jamal stopped him and held him for a long time before he stopped debating himself. Luckily, his friend was far taller and stronger than him, so he had no trouble containing him.

Man, you need to calm down. Breathe.

I can’t, Marshall replied panting. What the fuck’s happening to me ?!

The tears started to flow again, as he realized he might be losing his mind. Jamal engulfed him in a hug - something different than their usual bro-hugs. This time, he felt like a small child crying in the arms of their parents. On any other day, he’d cringe, but he was deperate.

I got you, bro, Jamal said.

She’s gone.

I know.

It took a couple of minutes for him to be able to breathe normally and think straight again.

Man, I know you’re my boss, but I’m talking as your friend here. Because I care. You need help. You’re not staying in this house by yourself, Jamal said.

As much as he wanted to protest, Marshall found himself nodding. In the studio, Jamal acted as a soldier and did as he was told, but in real life, he had a presence to him and an authority that made people think twice before discussing his orders.

It’s no Mathers Mansion, but you’re welcome to stay at my place, Jamal said.

You don’t mind ?

I don’t. You can take the couch or the guest bedroom.

Ok.

He went upstairs and started packing his stuff for a few days. As they stepped outside, he felt a sudden wave of relief. He had to get out of there. He needed to get away and recover, otherwise he would go crazy.

#eminem fluff #eminem x reader #eminem imagine #eminem fanfiction #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers #eminem #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers headcanons #slim shady

54 notes · View notes