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A lil something I made
#digital art#art#ace attorney#phoenix wright#rushed in order to post before midnight#maybe I'll make a better version later when it's actually christmas#i procrastinate too much#:(
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it was too much i had to make my own post
line cook here. ACCURATE
if you don't get the hate, here's what you don't understand.
it takes up to 2 hours to close down the kitchen.
The last 60-90 minutes before closing time you do almost no cooking because the restaurant doesn't have many people in it and you've already cooked most of their diners.
So if someone walks in during, like, the last hour, the cook is in the middle of an industrial deep clean of the kitchen.
(these numbers can vary quite a bit from place to place but i have worked several restaurants with these actual times and the concept remains the same)
Say the place closes at 10. If you wait til the restaurant is already closed to start all your cleaning duties, you'll be there until at least midnight.
More than that your boss knows that on an average night you can start your clean up as soon as the last rush ends and get out of there around 10:45, even 10:15 on a slow night if you get lucky. That means there are plenty of restaurants where if you do take until midnight the manager is going to come up to you at some point that week and ask you what went wrong that night, and you'd better have an answer.
So this example restaurant closes at 10 pm. The dinner rush ends around 8:30, and shortly after that the cook is going to start getting every single dish possible over to the dishwasher because the dishwasher always gets hit hard and late, and the machine runs for 2 full minutes and only holds so many dishes, so the way that works out is if you wait an extra 30 minutes to give the dishwasher all your stuff it can mean adding like 60 minutes to the end of his shift. And you're gonna KEEP finding shit to send to the dishpit right up until you leave probably.
all these little square and rectangle containers in this cold table have to be pulled out and changed over into new containers, replaced by new full ones, or in some cases filled from larger containers in the back, which can result in even more empty containers to send to the dishwasher.
while it's all pulled apart to do this, you have to clean up all the spilled food and sauce and juices and stuff from the joints and ledges and shelves and drip trays
Once you get your line changed over in this way, and fully stocked, anytime someone orders something that makes use of a bunch of that stuff, you have to restock and re-clean it some. It might already be covered in plastic. Some of it might already be stuck in the back to make room to take apart your cutting board counter to clean. To cook a dish isn't TOO much of a problem at this point, but you're really hoping for zero orders because you still have so much other cleaning to do.
Meanwhile the salad bar and appetizer section and server station and everybody are all doing the same thing. Even the bartenders are stocking olives and lemons and sending back whisks and stir spoons and shakers and empty 4quart storage containers that used to hold the back-up lemons and olives and things. Every section is dumping their must-be-cleaneds to the dishpit as fast as possible because early and fast is the only thing they can do to to help that dishpit not absolutely drown into overtime.
The poor dishwasher is always the last to clock out, soaking wet and exhausted.
Around this time you probably scrub the flat top, which has turned black from cooked on grease and is still about 500 degrees. Line cooks are divided in opinion on water-based or oil based cleaning methods for this, but they all involve scrubbing with (usually) a brick of pumice stone using every ounce of your strength while you try not to burn yourself
you scrub it from fully blackened to gleaming silver and now if somebody orders something that needs the flat top to cook, you can either fuck up your cleaning job or fake it in a couple frying pans and pass that tiny fuck you down to your dishwasher (who usually understands, especially if you help them take the garbage out or clean your own floor drain later)
If there's deep fried stuff on the menu then the fryers have to be cleaned out, which includes straining the oil out into enormous and super-heavy pots full of oil so hot that if you spill on yourself then it's probably a hospital visit and if you slip and fall face first into it it'll be the last thing you ever do.
Then you gotta scrub out the fryer. Like you gotta take the (hot) screen out and reach your arm down into the weird rounded pipes and curved areas (so hot, burn you if you brush against them hot) and scrub off whatever is down there
Depending on your kitchen you might have to do up to four of these. Then you'll have to pour the (dangerously hot) oil back in
oh, and if you didn't dry the pipes and get ALL the water out of the trap and tank?
water reacts with hot oil in a sort of mentos and coke way that can send a tidal wave of oil past the open flame of the pilot light ...HUGE dangerous mess and/or burn down the kitchen if the oil lights up.
Unless! If the oil has been used too hard and needs to be changed, it's time to carry those open topped super heavy pots full of will-kill-you-hot oil and dump them in the barrel outside by the dumpsters so you can put room temp fresh oil in the fryers. whew!
The clean up is not just some light wiping down that can be easily interrupted, is what i'm saying.
You might have to do some kind of walk-in duty (moving around 50lb cases of lettuce and 50lb bags of onions to get to the stacks of five gallon buckets full of salad dressings and sauces to move so you can reach the giant metal pots and bus tubs full of prep and get it all organized and make sure it's all labeled and i have to stop now i'm having flashbacks)
THE POINT IS
by 15 or however many minutes to close, the line cook is doing an intense deep clean and probably has the whole stove taken apart to detail.
For some industrial stoves this means lifting off large cast iron plates that weigh like 20 lbs each and are still quite hot. Whatever metal burners are on there, you gotta take off and clean, you can see here the lines that indicate the large thick cast iron rectangles that sit on top of the burners to allow heavy pots to rest on. Those five (each has one front burner hole and one back burner hole, see?) have to be lifted off and cleaned with soap and a wire brush usually, and then the underneath area also has to be cleaned because a lot of shit falls through the burner holes on a busy night.
if you didn't do it when you did the flat top you have to do the grease trap (which can be like a full five minutes and is always disgusting).. You gotta clean out all the little gas jets in each burner with a wire or something so the burners all flame evenly, and sometimes you have to remove some of the natural gas piping that connects the burners to access where you have to clean.
you gotta clean out the bottom of the oven and the wire racks, and, oh gods, you gotta take down the filter vents from the hood fans above the stove.
See all the lined parts along the top of the wall?
those are hood vents, and as they pull air up they also pull a lot of grease and they have to be taken down and cleaned, then you gotta climb up there and scrub where they go before you put them back...
And then there's the mopping and floor drains and...
Anyway, that's what the line cook is doing when you walk in fifteen minutes before closing and order something that needs to be cooked on that stove. They are doing an entire industrial cleaning of a professional kitchen.
In some restaurants maybe one or two of these jobs will be every other night or even only twice a week, but in many, possibly most kitchens, ALL of these things happen EVERY night. You don't want to leave any food mess that might attract insects or rodents for one thing, so a really good kitchen is as close to brand new as you can get it every night.
IF YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO ORDER SOMETHING ANYWAY, HERE IS WHAT TO DO
open with an apology and ask the server to go ask what the cook would prefer you to order.
Any good server will already know what the cook is hoping for and what will make their line cook go into the walk in and scream. If it's significantly less than an hour to close and they say some variant of "oh anything is fine" they are either telling the lie their boss wants them to say, or they actually do not know what their line cook wants, and you can either use human connection and a conspiratorial just-between-us tone to get them to drop the customer-is-always-right act, or get them to actually go ask the cook.
It might be as specific as "the lasagna is easiest on the kitchen" or it might be a simple guideline like "nothing that requires the flat top" or "any of the sautés are easy" but a good line cook will probably have a system for if they have to make a couple of the most popular items after they start their close, so the answer is likely to include something most people like and you should be good to order that.
but for the love of all that's holy, please only do so at great need. Leave that last 30-60 minutes to the truly desperate and the crew's duties.
#long post#sorry#i just have a lot of DO PEOPLE UNDERSTAND feelings left over from all my years in restaurants#restaurants#line cook#service industry
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In the Hotel
Seventeen AU: 14th member
Rei x Seventeen
Rei tries to stand up for herself....with mixed results
A/N: I'm going to be honest...i think this was a patreon post back in the day but I just found it in my drafts and realized I should be posting it for everyone.
IDK if I'm back or not but I would love to catch up!
Requests are OPEN!!!
Masterlist and other Follow Me links in bio!
Rei wasn’t a particularly violent person.
But tonight, that was going to change.
It was well past midnight, and she could barely remember what city they were in, because she hadn’t been able to get a wink of sleep. Usually on tour their management reserved the entire floor of the hotel for them, but for some reason that hadn’t been possible at their current hotel. Which meant they had been sequestered in their rooms, sneaking from door to door in case a fan happened to walk by.
But that wasn’t even the main problem. The current issue was the obnoxiously loud music playing from the room next to Rei. It had started around six in the evening, which had been tolerable, but it hadn’t stopped since. Rei had tried everything to block it out. Headphones, earplugs, pillows, and she could still feel it shaking her walls. Then she had tried to call down to the front desk, but she’d panicked when speaking English on the phone and hadn’t been able to communicate the problem.
Which left only one option.
It was at times like these that Rei missed the days where she had always shared a hotel room with one of the boys. Now she was old enough to like her space, but she definitely still missed having them around to stay up late watching movies, ordering local food, or, as she was currently having to experience, knocking on her neighbor’s door.
She checked her outfit one more time. Her pajamas were just a bralette and sweatpants, and so she had pulled a sweatshirt overtop and smoothed her hair out. Once she was satisfied, she grabbed her room key and stepped out the door.
Her room was at the end of the hallway, down a little alcove, with only one other room across from her. That was the room currently making all the noise, which it turned out was muffled in the hallway. Taking a deep breath, she lifted one hand and knocked loudly on the door.
No one answered.
She knocked again, more insistently this time.
The door swung open.
Rei didn’t like to judge people, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that this was not the sort of man she wanted to be talking to. He reeked of alcohol, was missing his shirt, and just the tiny sliver that she could see into the room, showed a group of people, sprawled about, bottles of liquor on the floor.
“What?” He snapped.
Rei squeaked. “Sorry. Your….your music…” She struggled to find the words, taking a step back. This was a terrible idea. If she couldn’t talk to the front desk on the phone, what made her think she could confront someone in person?
“It’s a party. You need music for a party,” The man scoffed, before giving her an appraising look. “You want in?”
She shook her head quickly. “No.”
“You sure? We have booze.” Rei did not know what that word meant, but she knew that she didn’t want any part of it.
“Sorry,” she bowed her head, stepping away and turning to leave.
“You next door?” The guy asked, leaning out into the hall. Rei shoved her hand back into her pocket. She couldn’t go back into that room now, not with these people now aware that she was staying there by herself.
She heard him call something to one of his friends, and didn’t waste time stepping out of the alcove and rushing towards the first room that she knew held one of her boys.
Still hearing voices from the party room, Rei knocked quickly, growing increasingly panicked. This entire thing was a mistake. If he didn’t answer, would she have to go down to the lobby? She’d been an idiot and left her phone in the room, and now she was—
A bleary-eyed Joshua pulled open the door. “Rei? Is something wrong?”
She ducked under his arm, speaking quickly as she sheltered behind him. “The people next to me were making noise so I went to ask them to be quiet but they were scary and drunk and now they know where I was sleeping and they speak English so I—”
“Hey! You guys want to join the party?” A voice called down the hall.
Joshua tensed, pushing Rei further into the room and leaning out the door. “Not a chance. It’s the middle of the night.”
“Hey, your girl is the one who bothered us. We’re just being polite.”
“Have a goodnight,” Joshua shut him down. “Security is already on its way.”
There was a long moment of silence, Joshua still standing in the door, neither him nor the man in the hall saying anything. Rei nervously twisted her hand into the back of Joshua’s t-shirt, trying to pull him back into the room.
After a few seconds, he let her, closing the door behind them and securing the latch.
“You okay?” He asked, moving to flick on the lights. Rei took in just how exhausted he looked, clearly having rolled right out of bed when she knocked. His hair was a mess, his clothes wrinkled from sleep, and a quick glance at his bed showed that the sheets tossed around.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I just didn’t know what else to do.”
“You did the right thing,” he patted her shoulder.
Rei thought for a moment. She was exhausted too, and her brain was still a little bit foggy. “I should probably go back to bed.”
Joshua grabbed her wrist. “You’re not going back out there.”
“What?”
“I’m calling security, and you’re staying here.” He insisted, releasing her to head for the phone.
Rei froze. “Are you…are you sure? I can go back to my room.”
“If you try, I’m going to call Seungcheol.”
That was enough to convince her, and so she made her way over to the bed while Joshua dialed the front desk and explained the problem much more fluently than she was capable of. The left side of the bed, closer to the nightstand, was the most messed up of the two, and so she figured that was where he had been sleeping. She kicked off her slippers and slid into the other side, pulling the blankets up over her lap.
Joshua hung up the phone, flicked the light switch, and then crawled into his side of the bed.
“Goodnight, Rei.”
“Night.” She rolled close to the edge, trying not to take up more space than she had to.
This was weird. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable with Joshua. The opposite, really, they’d been close for ages, but they’d never shared a bed before and she couldn’t help but feel like she was bothering him.
“You’re going to fall off the bed,” Joshua whispered.
“What?”
His arm reached over, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her closer to him. “I can sleep on the floor if you aren’t comfortable, but there’s no way you’re going to be able to sleep like that.”
“Sorry,” Rei forced herself to relax, getting a little more comfortable. “I’m trying not to take up space.”
He snorted. “You’re fine. Just go to sleep.”
Rei closed her eyes, wrapping her hands up in her sweater and tucking them under her chin. Joshua was only a few inches away, and she could hear the moment that he fell asleep and his breath evened out. She was only moments from sleep herself when a large commotion started in the hallway, shouts echoing into their room. Something slammed against the door of their room, and Rei flinched.
Joshua hummed, wrapping one arm over her and pulling her right into his chest. “It’s okay. It’s just security dealing with those guys.”
“Right.” She snuggled closer. “Sorry, they’re just loud.”
“They’re idiots,” he agreed, pressing his chin into her shoulder. “You’re okay?”
“I’m fine.” She promised, finally letting herself relax. “Thanks for letting me stay here.”
“Any time,” he promised. “Now, let’s get some sleep. We have a flight tomorrow.”
Impulsively, Rei pressed a kiss to his cheek, before she finally closed her eyes. “Night, Oppa.”
#kpop#requests open#kpop au#imagines#kpop imagines#seventeen imagines#seventeen#seventeen au#seventeen 14th member
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Gentle Jake Seresin
Prompt from @dumplingsjinson and this post. Hope you enjoy <3
Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader
While in California you had seen a lot of Top Gun candidates come through, but none stuck out as much as Jake Seresin. Jake was cocky, but at least he could back it up- most times
While he and his team were on a mission, you were stationed on the same aircraft carrier as a medic. You were always hopeful to not see the soldiers in your wing, but enjoyed spending time with Jake. He was rough around the edges but he was kind to you. He always lit up when he saw it was you who would be taking care of him.
“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite medic! How you doin’ Chaos?” he smiled as he strutted into the med bay.
“Hi, Hangman, what can I do for you today?” you responded while filling out paperwork and checking the schedule to see if there was something ordered by the higher-ups.
“I can’t just say hi?”
“Well, normally you want something so, what do you need? I have a lot of work to get done before y’all leave tonight,” you responded after not finding anything in the computer.
He rubbed the back of his neck, “Well, Phoenix asked me to swing by and see if you had any more of that tape. She said it didn’t hurt to take off like the stuff they gave her on land.”
You nodded, “Yeah, definitely,” you started walking towards the cabinet it was in then paused, “Jake. This is the third time you’ve been in here today, are you sure there isn’t anything else I can grab or do for you?” You turned and looked at him carefully.
“Wanna go on a date? With me. When we get back to Miramar,” he leaned against the wall across from you casually, but you could tell he was nervous with how he was trying to keep his hands busy.
You smiled as your cheeks heated from the blood rush. You grabbed a few rolls of tape from the cabinet and walked back towards him. “When you get back tonight, I’ll let you know where to pick me up.”
He grinned as he walked towards the doorway, he spun around to face you and said,” See you when I get back, Chaos,” and gave you one of his signature winks.
You playfully rolled your eyes at him and shooed him off while you got ready for their mission tonight just in case anything went south- getting out extra bandages, pain relief and suture kits.
Jake and his team were flying out an hour before supper and were scheduled to be back by midnight.
It was getting close to midnight and you were starting to get bored waiting in the mess hall, so you decided to start on inventory in the med bay. While walking down the hall, your mind started to wander, wondering where Jake would take you on this date.
You felt a smack then a sharp pain in your head.
“Ow! What the fuck!” You brought your hand to your forehead and when you pulled it away there was blood. While you were daydreaming you missed the shorter doorway and ran head-first into it. “This is why you’re a medic,” you muttered to yourself as you ducked under the doorway and made it to the medic bay.
You managed to get the bleeding stopped and started putting butterfly bandages on the cut with the mirror hanging on the wall.
“Hey- what happened?” Jake rushed over to you and turned your head so he could get a better look at the cut.
“Hey, how did it go? And I’m fine, just bumped my head into a doorframe,” You waved him off and finished putting on the bandages and cleaning up the area.
“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” Jake followed after you, never being far from your side.
“I mean, I’m fine so it’s fine—“
“No it’s not okay! Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you’ve hurt yourself.”
“Jake, I promise, I’m okay,” You grabbed his hands to help him calm down by rubbing your thumbs across the back of his hands, “I love that you care about me, but one doorframe isn’t going to take me out.”
He sighed and kissed your forehead gently. "Fine, but I'm still gonna worry about you."
#hangman top gun#top gun maverick imagine#jake seresin x reader#hangman imagine#fluff#top gun maverick#top gun
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your yandere price was sooo good 😭
can i please request some yandere ghost? maybe reader is a young spec ops soldier who’s really damn good at their job and the typical obsessive behavior ensues but reader is a really stubborn and prideful person so they just fight against him at every turn
— Stubborn
Warnings: slight violence at the start, Ghost being angry, intense makeout scene (I tried!) And love confession.
A/N: Thank you!! Please enjoy this fic, and I may or may not be barking for this man ^^! This is also male reader. Hope that's okay :].
You're code-name is Cobra. While I thought it fit, in future fics, I may change it to a more gn name.
“I told you to stay in the goddamn post!”
His exploding voice echoed throughout the entire room. You flinched at his suddenly changed voice, watching the invisible steam come out of his back like a dragon ready to set fire to a poor village.
Angered. That was his emotion. He was shooting a sharp, repetitive scowl. He’s holding back, cracking his knuckles, hands clenching against one another before uttering something under his breath now and again.
It’s chilling — terrifying even.
Normally, he was quiet and nice with you — at least to some degree. But today you fucked up.
You watched him turn around, facing the big window in the room, admiring the midnight sky and moon. To some degree, it helps cool off the sweat on your body.
Or try to. It certainly did not help with the anger in the room.
Rolling your eyes, you got up from the chair beside the desk in the room, standing up behind him.
“I’m completely fine.” You raised your arms, dangling them around to show him that no cuts or even bruises were forming on your body. “We finished the mission. That’s all that matters, yeah?”
You heard him scoff, “All that matters?” He shifts on his feet, turning to look at you with a glare.
“I gave you an order. ” He stepped closer towards your direction. “A specific — detailed order to not engage unless I worded!”
With each word, he came forward until he was right in front of you, intimidating you with his darkened-brown eyes.
“I–” You started, before flopping your arms to the side in defeat. You looked at the ground before looking back at him.
“I’m sorry.” You offered pathetically. You saw his eyes twitch — clearly not believing the word you gave out. “I did a stupid stunt. I’m sorry, Ghost.”
“Cobra!” You heard him scream at you, demanding you to turn back and return to your hidden spot. “Cobra! Get your bloody ass out of there!”
Indeed, Ghost ran a tight mission. But when it came out of line, he got extremely serious and violent.
“Keep them off my trail!” You yelled at the radio, hearing Soap curse on the other end. You fired your gun, emptying bullet after bullet into their skulls with near-perfect aim.
Although, without moving a muscle, you could hear his footsteps — thundering right behind you.
Before you knew it, you were pulled away into a random room with a very angry Simon. Legs growing in pain and a yelling leader in your face;
You were simply doing your job, right?
“Yet, you didn’t back out.” He growled, pointing a finger in your face harshly. “You could’ve died!”
“But I didn’t.” You sneered back. “You should be grateful I took them down — killed them all before they killed the hostages!”
“Shut it.” He snapped.
“Really? Why should I? I mean—” You scoffed, “Your the one who decided to come and grab me, push me away when I was alright!” You growled, poking a finger into his chest.
“Then fucking listen. It’s my job to make sure you’re breathing.”
“Really?” You ushered. “Cause if I didn’t do that, there would have been a bullet between all of their eyes!”
Suddenly, you were forced against the wall, watching his gaze tighten and his tattooed arm being pushed up against your neck. You jumped at the loud bang in your ears, mouth going dry.
You could practically hear Simon’s heartbeat — flaming in waves like lava rushing over land.
Your blood was boiling. Fists and legs tingling in frustration. Eyes narrowing in.
“I’m not scared of you, Simon,” You answered, “Wanna hit me? Don’t be a bitch about it.”
You stared into his eyes, hearing him breathe heavily before feeling his arm release you, resting right beside him. “You need to understand that you should come first.”
Your chest heaved, head pounding in adrenaline and annoyance.
“Then, we have two different views.” You rasped. Watching him lean back, his eyes staring into your soul. “My job is protecting people. And I’m damn good at it, so I’m not gonna stand here and let you shit me down.”
You heard him scoff. “Doing it stupidly isn’t protecting people.”
“Then why are you here, Simon?” You snarled, leaning forward to him. Though, you didn’t see him flinch or move an inch. Rather than letting you challenge him by getting in his personal space.
“You’re on some real thin ice, Cobra” He snapped.
You snickered, digging a finger at his chest. “Or what? You gonna hit me, L.T.? Go ahead, I’d love to see you try.”
“You don’t see it, do you?” He angrily blurted out.
“Wha–”
He gripped your shoulders, forcing you to make direct eye contact with him. “You can congratulate yourself all you want. But you need to realize the team almost — I… almost lost you”
You couldn’t think, nor anticipate his next move. What did he mean by that damn sentence?
But when his hand on your shoulder was removed, rolling his mask upward, and revealing his scarred face. You were hotly flustered and surprised.
His chapped lips — scarred nose, eyebrows, and greased smoked paint around his eyes. His soulless, brown-marked eyes were staring down at you. Hell, even his browned hair was somehow styled and perfectly cleaned. What the actual fuck.
He raised an eyebrow at your flustered face, “Cat got your tongue?”
His other hand gripped your jaw, thumb caressing your chin, pulling you into a hypnotic haze.
Pulling his face closer to yours, you didn’t expect to see or feel his skin — his stubbled jaw, his lips against yours, swallowing your fury.
He tasted sweet, almost too sweet for an angry and dangerous man.
Moaning into the kiss, you felt a smirking plaster against his face. Fuckin’ teaser.
You couldn’t breathe — think properly by his addictive smell and taste. His scent was calming, a calm that wasn’t needed now.
His free hand grabbed your side, pulling you closer into the touched makeout, making you feel his chest heave into yours. Slowly, your hand raised, dragging your fingertips into his slick and semi-wet hair, locking them between your fingers.
Kissing him tenderly, you felt him stiffen — slightly unsure how to proceed with this… ‘debrief’
But, he welcomed it a second later, grasping your jaw as his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring your cavern. Earning a small whine, he departed himself from you with a trail of saliva.
Pulling away, you both looked like a mess; the two of you acted like you had an intense wrestling match, with hair slightly messed up, ragged breathing, and shaky gasps that certainly would be heard from outside the room.
Suddenly, Ghost grabs you, pulling you into his chest as your head rested against him, hearing his pounding heart and heavy breathing.
“I know you’re bloody good at your job. Jus’... never fucking do that again.”
You narrowed your eyes, feeling butterflies form in your stomach. “Didn't expect you to love me.”
You heard him mumble something, but from the shift on his feet, you already knew the answer.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
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can i request a small scenario/drabble of Leona,Malleus,Jamil,Azul and Riddle reacting to gn!reader whispering (loud enough for them to hear)
"I love you. I love u so much, (character). I will always be by your side, so u don't have to worry."
(then a good lil kiss on the forehead or check)
while Leona,Malleus,Jamil,Azul and Riddle are pretending to be asleep, or they're awake (your choice)
it was midnight, more romantic yk 😘
i hope this isnt to much
✦ : FROM THE MOON AND BACK
Whispering sweet words to Leona, Malleus, Jamil, Azul, and Riddle while they’re pretending to be asleep ~
Azul is a bit OOC? ✦ SCENARIO/DRABBLE ✦ GN! Reader
NOTE : THIS THIS IS SOOSOSOO CUTEEEE EUAHDUEHRURHURHRY I won’t add Malleus and Jamil because this post is a bit long 😞 this was such a rush too :((
✦ : RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
It is currently 12 AM, a redheaded figure can be seen tucking himself into the soft blankets of his bed. He sighed, frustrated that he’s having trouble sleeping. Just as Riddle was about to close his eyes shut, he heard footsteps in front of his room. He quickly sat up from his bed and eyed the door with furrowed brows. Who could be awake at this time? That’s violating the Queen Of Hearts’ rules! He ought to punish them for not being in bed at this hour. When the door opened, Riddle deadpanned, did he forget to lock his door?! However, he noticed a rather familiar figure standing before his doorstep.
Riddle’s eyes widened and he quickly (but quietly) went inside his blanket, closing half of his vision so that he can see what you were doing in his room. To the Redhead’s surprise, you approached him with careful footsteps, not wanting to ‘wake’ him up. Riddle thought to himself, what were you doing here in the middle of the night?! You carefully sat next to his ‘sleeping’ figure, smiling softly to yourself while brushing his hair off from his face. Riddle blushed at the contact and tried to calm himself down, though it’s quite dark so his red face isn’t too visible.
“I love you, Riddle, I love you so much. Please don’t push yourself, I will always be by your side so you don’t have to worry about anything.”
Huh. HUH. HUHHHH?!??!!!?!!! After saying that, you placed a loving kiss on his forehead, caressing his cheek before standing up from his bed and leaving his room with a cheery aura. Litte did you know that Riddle’s face was as red as his hair, his eyes widened and lips quivering. He rise up from his bed and touched his forehead, what were you thinking S/O?!?!!? Ever since then, Riddle only had his mind filled with you gentle touches and wasn’t able to sleep throughout the entire night.
✦ : LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
The Lion slept peacefully in his room but was interrupted when he heard footsteps that entered his room. His ears twitched and his brows furrowed but relaxed when he caught a whiff of your scent. The hell are you doing here in the middle of the night? It’s like 2 or 3 in the morning. Still, Leona was rather curious of what you’re going to do. Especially when you’re carefully approaching him. He’s a light sleeper, sort of, it depends whether he’s enjoying his sleep or not. He felt you sitting next to him and gently patted his head before scratching his ears from behind, unable to control himself, he purred and his ears flattened from embarrassment while his eyes shot open, revealing his emerald eyes. You realized that he had woken up because of the moonlight that made the room a bit bright, Leona’s cheeks flushed red and his widened emerald eyes that shined beneath the light.
You let out a giggle “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” You asked with a gentle voice, hands still caressing his head to tease him a bit. The lion groaned and directly stared at your innocent (E/C)-eyes that looked back at him oh so sweetly. You truly had him wrapped around your finger. The brown-haired man rose up from his bed, still looking at you “Sit there.” He ordered. You obliged and sat at where Leona pointed at, knowing what he’s going to do. As expected, he laid his head down on your lap and closed his eyes. You took this as a chance to do what you planned on doing in the first place. You caressed his cheek, causing him to open his eyes and look up at you emotionlessly. You then cupped his cheeks and brought your lips to his forehead before whispering such loving words that made the lion surprised.
“I love you so much, Leona. I will always be by your side no matter what happens. Even if we’re separated, I just want you to know that I’ll forever love you.”
The brunet stared at you in confusion, yet he was quite flustered by your statement. He rose from your lap and tackled you, causing you to yelp and felt your back being pressed against the soft mattress. You stared at his figure hovering over you as a bead of sweat trailed down your cheek. “Uhm Leona…I have to go back to my dorm, otherwise Grim might get confused…” to your surprise, he refused to let go of you and instead used you as his personal body pillow. “Should’ve thought about that before coming at me with those pretty words of yours.”
✦ : AZUL ASHENGROTTO
You can hear the sounds of a fountain pen writing on a piece of paper in the middle of the night. Knowing who your significant other is, he should still be awake right now. You stood in front of the VIP room, knocking on the door and heard a faint “Who’s there?” Coming from inside. You replied by saying your name and Azul’s footsteps can be heard to be walking closer to you every second. The door clicked and opened, revealing a certain octopus smiling at you. “Ah! Y-Y/N…Welcome! Come in, we can talk inside. Though, I can’t brew some tea at the moment…” Azul said, gesturing you to come inside. You said that it was perfectly fine and walked inside, heading towards the couch to take a seat on it. While Azul walked over to his desk to continue his work. While writing, Azul couldn’t help but to ask why were you here at 12 AM. You should be asleep by now, no? “I could ask the same, Azul Ashengrotto.” The light-grey-haired man started to sweat profusely and gulped, pushing up his glasses and purposely avoiding eye contact with you.
You deadpanned at him and let out a sigh, face palming before speaking again “You should rest, Azul. Your work can be done tomorrow.” You said. Seeing how your lover had ignored you by not giving a single reply, you crossed your arms and thought of something. Then, a light bulb popped beside you as you snapped your finger. Apparently, Azul had been looking at you the entire time, wondering why you just snapped your fingers as if an idea came into your head. “Hey, ‘Zul.” You called out his name, causing him to hum and looked at you as a response “Lay your head here.” You stated whilst patting your lap. The octopus’ jaw dropped, his pen paused on the sheet of paper, causing ink to spread. He blinked a couple of times after realizing that you were serious— judging by that demanding expression of yours. “I-I can’t possibly do that, m-my love…I-I still h-have to finish m-my homework, review my o-other contracts, a-and my financials—” he protested, but you pouted at him and decided to count from three.
“Three, two—”
“Wait! A-Alright, alright, I-I’ll do it…”
Yes, you two may have done this a couple of times by laying on each others’ laps but he still wasn’t used to it and still gets flustered easily no doubt. He sat up from his chair and hesitantly walked over to you, the light-grey-haired man sat next to you while averting eye contact. You patted your lap again and he obliged, laying his head on it. He looked embarrassed, but you think it’s adorable nonetheless. Your fingers ran through his hair gently, and he finds it quite…comforting. He closes his eyes, finally being able to relax after a long day working in the Mostro Lounge. Seeing how relaxed Azul looked, you couldn’t help but to bring your lips to his. Azul’s eyes widened in surprise and he stared at you with a red face, he wasn’t expecting that at all!
“I love you so much, Azul. Please do take care of your health, and remember that I will always be by your side no matter what happens. That’s what lovers do, right? Honesty is important as well. So if anything is bothering you, please, do come to me if you need anything.”
You spoke so softly that Azul felt so lightheaded while hearing your words. He had always felt so comfortable around you and loved you dearly, so much that he’d do anything to see that sweet smile on your face. You hovered your hands over his eyes, “Sleep, tomorrow’s going to be a long day again so you ought to get ready.”
The next day while the Tweels were looking for Azul, they found you both sleeping in the VIP room peacefully. Floyd looked amused and was ready to wake the both of you up, but Jade interfered, “Floyd, perhaps we should work in Azul’s stead. We wouldn’t want to wake these precious love birds, wouldn’t we?” Floyd pouted, “But I wanna wake them up, especially Azul! I don’t wanna do all the work!” He complained as Jade pulled him by the back of his collar whilst closing the door behind them.
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𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞. | 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬
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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab) // chan x fem!reader (afab)
genre: nonidol/collegegrad!felix. waitress!reader. college au. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. friends to enemies to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining. cheating. abusive boyfriend/ex. drama galore. the sexual tension is REAL in this one.
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. felix is reader's estranged childhood bestie. chan is low-key an asshole in this ngl. heavy topics are mentioned such as: abusive/toxic relationships, cheating, and pathological lying. the summer vibes are real in this one. there will be humor/fluff throughout to balance everything. and ofc smut too because who am i if not a whore for filthy felix smut. 😉
word count: 4.7k
summary: ever since you were born, all you've ever known is living a simple life in the small australian coastal town of bridgeport bay. you're content with working at your parent's beachside restaurant angel waves for the rest of your life, and you're happy with your place in the world - you have good friends and an even better boyfriend. that is, until everything comes to a standstill when a familiar face from the past visits town for the summer. and in the wake of his return, lee felix upturns everything you thought you were content with here in your comforting little beach town.
a/n: ugh I'm FINALLY starting to write/post this... it feels like I've been stewing over this single idea for MONTHS lmao!! 😩😭 a big thanks to all of my amazing stay writer friends in the writer's club... ya'll are so fucking lovely and I adore you're continual support of my work!! 🥹 I have no idea how many parts this will be, but I'm anticipating for it to be at least 20.k words so... there's that haha! hope ya'll enjoy, and lmk what you think - your thoughts are always welcome! 💞
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“Hey Y/N, can you please get the next table? I think Jordan just seated another customer.” Your best friend Yeji asked you in a light, cheery voice. She was walking past you into the kitchens, both hands full of dirty dishes, her midnight black hair blowing in the breeze that rushed into the restaurant from the open windows that lined the entire place.
“Sure thing babe!” You gave her a playful wink, offering up a faint smile before you finished helping ring up another customer’s order.
Just like every other weekend, your parent's restaurant - Angel Waves - was bustling with activity, as a solid line formed outside the doors with patrons waiting to snag a seat in the popular joint. A mix between a tropical tiki bar and a fish shack, Angel Waves - or AW for short - was located just off of the beach. With a wrap-around porch and huge bay windows that offered stunning views of the beautiful cerulean sea just a few feet away, AW had been a critically-acclaimed restaurant by the locals for decades.
Initially, it had been your father’s dream to open up a restaurant. But then he married your mother, and things took off soon after the wedding. In no time at all, she was pregnant with you while simultaneously helping your father build the restaurant from the ground up. To date, he had added three more parts to the place, making it rather expansive. With the bright neon signs and fire-burning torches that lined the perimeter of it, AW could be spotted on the shoreline from miles away. The inside was decorated rather plainly, with bright pops of tropical colors here and there and wooden chairs lined throughout the area.
But at night, the vibes of the restaurant came to life. As the patrons at the seated bar grew louder, the tropical music increased in volume and added to the overall atmosphere of laid-back tourists and locals alike.
Having grown up in Bridgeport Bay, which was a small seaside town in the East part of Australia, you were used to the leisurely way of things. But to some, it would seem like everyone around was just lazy. When in fact, people knew how to have a good time - and that was all that mattered to a lot of locals.
Including yourself.
Your parents had raised you in the small house that was just off the backside of the restaurant, so the tropical way of life had always been the only thing you had known. You didn’t mind living the same daily routine - waking up early to help with chores, then attending classes at the local university, before arriving back at the restaurant in time to help with the night shifts. Plus, it helped that one of your best friends, Yeji, had been working with you at the restaurant since she was a young teenager.
Now, at the tender age of twenty-two, you were well acquainted with your surroundings. You were set in stone about what you wanted to do with your life. And after you finished getting your degree in Environmental Science, you hoped to aid in the environmental impact of Bridgeport Bay, since environmental efforts were one of your biggest passions in life.
As you stared around the dimly lit restaurant that was busy with customers and servers alike, you felt yourself come alive under the energy of it all. And getting a hint of the salty sea breeze on your tongue, you made to help the newest customer in placing their order.
The early June sun was just beginning to set over the horizon of the ocean, painting the brilliant light blue sky in shades of violets and fuchsias. Your attention was momentarily pulled away from your task at hand, as you were completely captivated by the look of the rippling water shining underneath the fading sunlight.
But you quickly snapped yourself out of your daze, already grabbing hold of your notepad and pen as you came up to the new table you were waiting on. Without looking up, you began to write down the time and your name on the top corner of the paper, like you always did before taking an order. “Hi, welcome to Angel Waves. My name’s Y/N and I’ll be your server. What can I get started for you tonight?”
There was a pause on the customer’s end, and the noise of the restaurant overtook all of your senses for a few moments, but then everything dimmed out into a faint hum as the customer spoke.
“Hi… Y/N.”
Immediately, without even giving it a second thought, your head shot up from the piece of paper on your notepad that you had been previously staring at.
Heart hammering in your chest, throat constricting in anxiety, with the flush already clawing up your neck and pooling in either of your cheeks.
All at the sight of…
Him.
Lee Felix.
The boy that you had grown up with. The one that had moved in next door to your restaurant when you were five years old. The one who had attended preschool, middle school, and high school with you.
The boy who had been your best friend in the entire world for over a decade.
And also, the single most person whom you hadn’t talked to in over four years.
But no- he was no longer a boy.
No- as he sat there, peering up at you with that familiar face of his, you suddenly came to acknowledge the years that had passed between the two of you.
Evidently, his time away at university for four years in South Korea changed him. Drastically.
From the long, sandy bleached-blonde locks that fell across his forehead, to the milky, blemish-free skin. His eyes were darker, too. More intense. And the sharp lines of his face were almost startling - with a jaw that could cut through steel, a proud nose, and prominent cheekbones.
He was no longer the awkward and geeky boy he had grown up with. The boy who had short, cropped black hair in his senior year of high school and braces for three years, and cystic acne that lasted well into his junior year of high school.
He looked…
Like a fully grown man.
And you didn’t know how to feel about that.
It made your stomach turn in a sickening kind of way. Made your heart pound against your ribcage painfully.
He was staring up at you, watching your blatant perusal of him in silence with a ticked-up, perfectly manicured dark eyebrow.
But some things hadn’t changed, at least, as he flashed you that tiny, easy smile he always seemed to have plastered on his face.
“F-Felix- wow, hi. I-” You began, stammering over your words in your utter surprise. You felt your eyes widen from your stupid blubbering, and the panic chilled down your spine from the way that he laughed heartily at your reaction to him sitting in front of you. “It’s uh- good to see you again, holy fuck.”
“Yeah, you too…” He finally pulled his gaze from yours, offering you some respite from the intensity of his matured eyes. You took in a deep breath as his focus scanned over the restaurant all around you. “Glad to see this place hasn’t changed one bit since the last time I came around these parts.”
“What brings you back to the coast?” You asked, rocking onto the backs of your heels like you always did when you were nervous. Bridgeport Bay was a small town that was connected to a set of other ones similar to it, which all lined the same coast of Eastern Australia.
After all, soon before he left to study in South Korea, he had vowed to you that he’d never step foot in ‘this hellish beach town’ ever again.
Obviously, he had proven himself wrong.
He shrugged broad shoulders, making you realize how much his physique had changed too. He was fitted in a loose t-shirt and faded jeans, but you could just barely make out the outlines of muscles underneath the baggy fabric. His back was proud and he sat up completely straight in his chair, the opposite of how he used to be in your childhood - always slouched and with thin, frail limbs. He was still petite in stature, but now made up for his lack of height with muscle. Even so, he still outranked you in height by a good three inches.
He was acting like it was no big deal - like none of it was a big deal. Not him coming back to Bridgeport after such a long time and looking so different from how you had known him as. “I just graduated, so I decided to spend the summer back at my parent’s place before I decide what I wanna do with my life.” Felix leaned over in his seat then, leveling you with that stare he always gave whenever he was trying to get a read on your feelings. “What about you? I see you’re still working for your folks…”
His voice trailed off. And if you didn’t know him any better, you’d assume that he had a pretentious air about him. Sure, he was the scrawny boy that had shipped off to South Korea, only to come back four years later looking hot as hell with a solid education and most-likely loads of crazy stories to tell to everyone who’d listen.
You, on the other hand, were still stuck in the same position that you had always been in. Living in Bridgeport Bay, in your parent's house, and helping work the restaurant while attending school at a nearby university.
It was comforting, in a sense, to have the same daily routine. But you could also acknowledge the fact that Bridgeport Bay was a fairly quiet place - in other words, not much happened. Most people your age had already moved away as soon as they graduated from high school, either traveling to the big city of Sydney to get a degree or going overseas to bigger and better places.
And there you were… still stuck in the same turquoise-walled bedroom from your childhood, with the same group of three friends, and waking to the same view every single morning. The brilliant pinks and oranges of the sunrise against the ocean water got old in about… two days.
Folding your arms across your chest, you almost felt like you were trying to protect yourself from him. Lee Felix, who had been your childhood best friend. But who, unbeknownst to you, had turned into this ethereal, untouchable beast of a man in the absence of your friendship. It felt foreign and odd, to have him studying you so intently with those dark eyes. “Yeah, I’m still living here in Bridge… same friends, same habits, you know how it is around these parts.” You tried to laugh off the awkwardness you suddenly felt, but your tone came out all flat and warbled.
Felix was still staring up at you, but this time, his gaze melted exponentially. So much so, that it suddenly felt like you were the one staring into his soul - picking apart his emotions as he sat there in front of you, head tilted up in curiosity. And the feelings you saw dance across his eyes, for just a split second, made your heart tumble in the pit of your chest.
“Same friends, huh?” He asked, but it wasn’t a question he was seeking an answer for. After that, his focus was yanking away from you, as he looked down at the menu before him on the table. You watched his adam’s apple bob up and down, throat constricting as he took in a sharp breath.
You could feel the air shift around you as soon as you mentioned friends. Because besides Yeji and Felix, the only other person you had truly had a connection with in Bridgeport Bay was… Christopher Bang. The two of you had met during your freshman year of high school and had been quite inseparable ever since. You had a raging crush on him, and apparently, he had one on you too - since he had asked you out on your first-ever date at the start of your final year in high school.
By the time you all were graduating from Bridgeport Bay High, you and Chris were the it couple. With him being the popular soccer jock, it was only right that you started to get popular as well - since you were the ‘hot girlfriend’ who was always hanging on his arm. Chris was nice and funny and was friends with literally all of the high schoolers in the area, so you liked being around him.
But the more time you spent with him, the less you spent with Felix. And by the time graduation rolled around, your friendship had suffered big time from your new relationship with Chris. Felix didn’t approve at all of the two of you guys dating. He had always waved off your swooning throughout the years as ‘hormonal imbalances,’ but as soon as the two of you became official, his entire tune changed.
All of a sudden, he was getting angry at you. With such a short temper, he would have outbursts during most of your hangouts. And it wasn’t until the night of your graduation that all of the building tension finally broke, like a pinprick to a fragile balloon full of water.
The night had ended in a colossal blow-up on both of your ends - with Felix’s anger exploding in your face and making him out to be some ugly, dark boy. And definitely, not the kid you had grown up to love and care for. During the argument, he had finally admitted that he hated Chris' guts - that he saw right through his little scheme, and he thought the guy was a horrible match for you.
Of course, you retaliated tenfold by throwing his singleness in his face. Since, during the entirety of your high school years, he had never once dated any girl. That insult was low for even you, and soon had him storming off the scene, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat from your stubbornness. You hadn’t listened to him the whole time, only registering the fact that he didn’t approve of you and Chris being together. Like he was your fucking dad and he needed to give his consent to every man you loved and dated.
And that turned out to be the last time the two of you ever saw or talked to each other for the next four years. Since just a week after graduation, Felix had completely vanished from Bridgeport Bay. When you went over to his house to make things up, his parents informed you that he’d already left for South Korea earlier than expected.
His absence didn’t fully register until you tried to call and text him that night, only to be left with an error message in return. Since he was moving to a different country, he needed to change his phone number. He had already informed you of such a thing weeks earlier, and the two of you had planned on setting up a special app where you could text. But the two of you had forgotten about such a detail in the business of graduation season, so there was no way to contact him.
Instead, you were faced with living in the wake of his departure - you were forced to relive the big fight between the two of you for months after that, rehashing things and stewing over all of the feelings again and again. And finally, after a year of being heartbroken over the shattered friendship with your best friend in the entire world, you decided to move on.
To bigger, and better things.
Like the friends you still had in Bridgeport Bay, going to university, and working at the restaurant.
And, Chris too.
Since your relationship had only blossomed from there, having quickly turned into a four-year ordeal of fun dates and long night chats and walks along the sandy beachside in the late afternoon sunset.
“I’ll have the salmon bowl with brown rice, please.” Felix’s deep timbre pulled you out of your daze of thought, shocking you back into the present. You were still standing there at his table, in the middle of a busy dinner rush, waiting for his order. “Oh, and a side of fried pineapple rings too.”
“Okay, and what kind of drink would you like with all of that?” You asked, mind turning off and zoning into work mode as you wrote down his order. “We have all kinds of-”
“I know what you guys serve, Y/N. I’m not a complete idiot.”
His deadpan retort came out in that unfamiliar voice of his, automatically ripping your eyes away from your notepad.
And there he was, peering up at you again.
But this time, his eyes were a lot more hooded - darker, even. Swimming with tension, his sharp jaw pulled taut in what appeared to be annoyance.
Before you could even get another word out, he was speaking again. In that raspy, deep tone, and you had no idea how you could get used to all of the changes at once. “I’ll take a coke- if that’s okay.”
You nodded, once, your tongue feeling like lead in your mouth. It was heavy and hard to move to form any more words, so you decided against talking and just flitted away from his table altogether with his order.
As you were passing by the open bar, you tossed Jordan, one of your coworkers, a pointed look. “Take care of table seven for me, will ya?” You motioned with a slight tilt of your head to where Felix was sitting across from the window.
Jordan frowned, eyes turning to slits as soon as he registered who was sitting at the table. The two of you had never been particularly friends, since he was a few years older than you. But he had been working as a waiter/bartender at AW for the past seven years and knew all of the regulars who came by. He also knew who Felix was, and what he meant to you.
“The little bastard giving you any trouble, darling?” He asked in a low voice as he slid a full glass of craft beer across the porcelain countertop to a waiting elderly man. “I can take care of him if you-”
“What? No, no,” you said frantically, waving your hands in the air to stop him from going any further. Eyes shifting back to Felix, you registered the way that he was sitting there, shoulders slightly slumped in his seat, as he stared out the large window to his left side, examining the lapping waves of the seashore. “No- I just… I can’t handle all of… that tonight.”
Jordan gave you a soft smile, flashing a wink your way before he was back mixing another cocktail for a new customer. “You know I’ll always cover for your ass, baby girl.”
You giggled quietly at his absurd pet names. You knew that he was never seriously calling you any of them, but it was more in an affectionate, brotherly kind of way. Plus, he was viscerally gay, so you never had to worry that the nicknames were ever alluding to more than just a coworker-to-coworker friendship.
By the time you left the bar where Jordan was busily working and filed into the kitchen, you were once again swept up in the chaos of it all. Servers and managers bustling about, chefs shouting orders out at each other. And in no time at all, your mind was drowned in your work and you no longer could hold any space for the thought of him.
Yeji failed to catch sight of him in her busyness, which you were thankful for. She and Felix had been friends in high school, but no one had been as close to him as you had. At least, until your colossal fight on graduation night. Then, even you weren't close to Lee Felix.
The night passed by rather quickly, as you heeded your parent's commands and helped out with the dinner rush as best as you could - taking orders, scrubbing dishes in the back of the kitchen, and cleaning up tables after customers had left their spots.
By the time closing hour was nearing at eleven o'clock, most of the customers had left for the night - save for a few couples dispersed throughout the place and a rowdy group of men who had steadily gotten drunker on their liquor as the hours passed. Jordan was somehow managing them swimmingly, playing into their flirtations and pouring them drinks that were ‘on the house,’ but really, just made a bigger cut in his tip paycheck.
You were so invested and focused on your work at the register, as you sorted through all of the orders from that night, that you failed to notice the shadow that was slinking across the wall, coming towards you steadily.
But finally, the dark figure was upon you and snaking two strong arms around your waist, pulling you away from the front counter and pressing your back against a chiseled chest.
Already sensing who it was, you giggled softly and turned your head up to look into the eyes of your boyfriend, Chris, whom you had been dating for the past five years. He had always said that he didn’t want anything ‘too serious’ and that he was happy with just dating you until the last of his days. And to be honest, you weren’t complaining all that much.
Although, you sometimes got bothered by the thought of never getting to marry the man you had loved for so long. Once in a while, you’d get into this odd annoying spell where you’d be angry that he never wanted to make a complete and solid life with you - and instead wanted to continue dating happily like the two of you were still in high school.
But in the end, you always managed to push those frustrated thoughts away, deeming everything to be alright since you could do anything if it meant living the rest of your days out with the love of your life, Chris.
“When did you get here?” You asked, as you reached up and twisted a few fingers through his midnight coils. They were curly and stood up at all different ends, something you had always loved about him. That, and his killer body.
“Just a second ago- thought I’d surprise you and take you out to dinner after your long, hard day at work…” His voice trailed off, as his hands squeezed down on your shoulders, long fingers massaging the aches and pains away.
You felt a sly smirk already starting to spread across your mouth as you leaned into him and pressed a wanting kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you were talking in a quiet voice. “Give me a few minutes, I’m almost done with my sorting.”
Just as you tried to escape from his grasp, Chris tightened his hold over you, arms encircling your waist and pressing your ass into the front of his sweatpants. You could feel the hardness there, just through the line of the thin fabric.
Oh, so we wanted the night to result in that kind of date.
“Nah- I’m not letting you go,” he mumbled in a deep voice, mouth coming close to your ear as he whispered into it, warm breath fanning against the exposed span of your neck. “Been thinking about you all day baby, want you so bad tonight…”
He let the rest of his words trail off, forcing an ugly blush to bleed into either of your cheeks. Then he was spinning around so that he was completely facing you. The darkness of the restaurant cast a shaded glow over his broad shoulders, as he pressed into you with a sardonic smile plastered across his face.
“What’s so funny, mister?” You asked, tracing a finger over the line of his jaw as he tilted down into you and gave your nose a light peck.
“Nothing, just… I love riling you up like this when you’re at work. Feels… exhilarating.”
Then you had no time to react, as his face was moving and capturing your lips up in a lustful kiss. His mouth was plush and familiar against yours, and immediately, you were melting into his firm grasp, moaning softly at the way that one of his hands trailed down the curve of your ass, squeezing the covered skin there.
You guys were practically making out at the front counter of the restaurant, for everyone else to see. And in most normal circumstances, you’d feel embarrassed. But at the moment, you just felt overwhelmed with love and desire for your amazing, handsome boyfriend Chris.
As your fingers carded through his curly locks, bringing his face closer to yours as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, asking for entrance, your eyes shot open. Scanning the entire room, your focus caught on the front door, and the person who was slipping out of it in silence.
And there he was, once again.
Lee Felix.
Your once-best friend,
Your once long-time neighbor,
Your once-classmate for more than ten years.
He was standing there at the front door, halfway stepping through it. But his body was turned around so that he was staring straight at… you. As you were practically getting groped by your boyfriend in the middle of Angel Waves, as your mouth was getting absolutely devoured by Chris’ lips.
And the look he gave you then, as your gazes locked in a shocking bout of tension, left you feeling both furious and confused all at the same time.
His eyes studied your form, which was so tangled up with your boyfriend’s at the moment. And even from across the room, you could see the feelings that crossed his coffee-brown irises as he watched you in silence.
There was sadness there,
And pain, too.
But also…
An irrevocable amount of… ire too.
The heat of jealousy that you found there burned like fire in the back of your throat, making your heart tumble around in your chest and the butterflies to flicker around in a frenzy just inside your stomach.
The sight of it all forced an agonizing zap of energy to course through your veins, rising your spine and causing gooseflesh to erupt across your skin.
Then, as quickly as you had registered it, it was all gone.
And he was leaving out the front door, the bell at the top of the glass jingling in the remaining trace of his departure.
There you stood, having to deal with the confusion that bled through your mind and the anxious jumbling that floated around your entire body.
And the worst part about it?
Was that the entire time, you had never stopped kissing Chris.
Never stopped yanking on his locks, allowing Chris to take parts of you in front of everyone else.
In front of… him.
You had continued to feverishly make out with your boyfriend, all the while your attention had been distracted on Lee Felix, and the way that he had stared at you so wholly and starkly.
Almost like, the two of you were playing in a silent battle of the wits.
With him, having always disapproved of your relationship with Christopher Bang.
And you, having been in love with Chris for the past eight years.
In the end, you had chosen your respective sides - what with you dating the love of your life, and Felix sitting on the sidelines, giving you an air of rebuttal as he stared on in barely masked disgust.
But you didn’t care what he thought. You weren’t living for him and you didn’t give two shits about any of his opinions. Especially after everything that had happened and from the way that you hadn’t spoken in literal years.
Yeah, you definitely didn’t care about what he thought.
So why, then, did the look he give you just before he left the restaurant, cause your heart to race so much?
Why did it cause a cold sweat to break out across your brow?
Why did it flood your mind so much, that you could no longer focus on anything else?
Like an intoxicating drug, like the most lethal of poisons, he was infecting your entire being.
With his changed physique and persona and voice and… everything.
But especially, the way that he had glanced at you so sardonically.
So darkly.
So painfully.
So…
Sinfully.
To be continued...
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How the HotD boys act on your birthday
Includes: Jace, Aemond, Aegon
Word count: 562
Masterlist Here
Jace
Jace is a very forgetful boy but as soon as he remembers he goes into planning 100
A week before your bday he’s ordering you 15 gifts with next day delivery
Putting hand written notes on every gift and desperately trying to wrap them nicely
However is terrible at wrapping presents but his happy smile when he presents them is too adorable to care
Prides himself on being a good gift giver
Your birthday, your rules
He would carry you to the car if you asked
Orders you breakfast to your house from your favourite place
Picks you up for a picnic in the park for lunch
Then drops the bomb that you and your whole friend group is going out to dinner together
He thinks he kept it a surprise
He did not
But he tried
Showers you with compliments the whole day and doesn’t let you spend a time
Posts you on his story to Taylor Swifts Mine
Aemond
Aemond has been planning your birthday since the day after your last one
Constantly trying to out do himself but refuses to admit it
Tries to play it cool as if you can accidentally plan a surprise limo party
Wraps his gifts like a commercial grade wrapping
Spends the whole year noting down everything you like to find the perfect gift
Then spends weeks coordinating with a bakery for your birthday cake
He doesn’t have social media to post you on but allows you to post a couple picture on yours
Takes you out for a private romantic dinner
Refuses to admit to anyone outside your relationship he’s a softie
Writes basically a novel of how much he loves you on your birthday card
But hides his face while you read it
Takes you out the week before your birthday to buy your birthday outfit
Plans the whole day down to your breakfast to your bedtime
Takes all the stress out the day for you and you love it
Pampers you all day from massages to candles lighting the apartment
Aegon
Aegon defiantly did not forget he just did not remember
He only starts planning a few days before but feels so bad he basically buys the whole shop
Prefers to stay in with you on your birthday and cook for you
he tried to make a proper three course meal then ends up ordering your favourite takeaway
insists of baking the cake though and shockingly comes out good if maybe a bit missshapen
Makes you a Spotify mix tape playlist for your birthday
Calls you at midnight to scream happy birthday down the phone at you
Shows up with balloons and the biggest card he can find
His snap story is 20 snaps long and all of you
Gives you a coupon book of tasks he’ll do from sex favours to massages which you cash all in on night one
Will do whatever you tell him to do the whole day
Buys you a birthday crown and sash and forces you to wear it everywhere
Dramatically proclaims himself your servant and bows to your every whim
Puts gifts in gift bags because he just knows he wont be able to wrap it properly
Despite the rush to buy he always seems to find the perfect presents even if a little odd but who doesn’t need a burrito themed blanket?
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Lavender Haze | Jacaerys x Reader
A/N: Hey, guys! It's been so long since I've posted a fic but I felt like it was time. This is part of a series I'm doing, based on Taylor Swift's latest album, Midnights. They'll all be Jacaerys x Reader stories based on her songs. The sentences in red italics are lyrics from the song that I drew inspiration from. They're out of order, but I really love this one ❤️
Warnings: Fluff, profanity (in the lyrics), mentions of marriage
Midnights Masterlist
As the sun began to set, you and Jacaerys walked arm in arm around the palace gardens, infectious smiles on your faces.
He slowed to a stop in front of a patch of tulips, plucking one out of the ground and holding it up to the light, inspecting it before offering it to you.
I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me
Grinning up at him, you felt your cheeks getting red, "Thank you, my prince."
Taking the flower into your free hand, you held it to your nose, inhaling the sweet scent, "It's beautiful."
A lopsided smile on his face, he nodded, "Not nearly as beautiful as you."
Raising a brow, you shook your head, a small laugh escaping your lips, "I've heard that one before."
Bowing his head, he released a breathy sigh, "Have you ever heard it from someone who means it?"
Eyes meeting his, you couldn't help but feel your heart melt, "No, I guess I haven't."
"Well, now you have."
So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say
Continuing your walk around the gardens, talking about his training and the remainder of your time at Driftmark, you couldn't help but notice the looks on the servants faces as they passed you.
I find it dizzying
Suddenly uneasy, you asked if the two of you could sit down for a while.
Taking a seat on a stone bench, Jacaerys took your hand in his, rubbing small circles on your knuckles, "Is everything alright?"
I've been under scrutiny
Unsure whether to be honest or shrug it off, you realized that there was no way to avoid what everyone would eventually ask.
"People are staring, my prince."
And you don't really read into
"Staring?" He looked around, "I don't see anyone looking at us."
"But they are, my prince."
"Please, call me Jace. There's no need for such formalities."
An amused look shone on your face, "Formalities? You're the future King of the Seven. I'd say formalities are a given."
"It's nice to have an escape from it. My family calls me Jace."
"I'm not your family." You pointed out.
He gazed up at you, "You could be. One day."
"One day," You acknowledged, "But I don't want to rush things. Besides, I need to build your people's trust with me."
Realization struck Jacaerys then, "Is this about your aunt?"
"If you could even call her that. She's all but disowned me. For good reasons, too. Haven't you heard the whispers?"
He shook his head, "Word doesn't travel as far as you think, my lady."
They're bringing up my history
Bringing your voice to whisper, you frowned, "I'm her ward, Jacaerys. They call me a bastard. And they're right to. Before my mother's death, she had me. Unwed. She took me in because she had to, not because she wanted to."
Fear struck your soul as you realized that this could change everything between the two of you.
"It doesn't change the way I feel for you, Y/N."
"It changes everything, Jacaerys," You lowered your gaze, "You'll be King one day, they'd want you to marry a lady of nobility, not a ward of the Queen."
He shrugged his shoulders, "It's not up to them, is it? I don't get everything I want, and neither do they.
"Jace.." You trailed off.
You handle it beautifully
"Do you know how long I've been called a bastard? My whole life. I understand, Y/N. And it changes nothing. I want you. I need you. I'm falling in love with you."
No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me
Tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, "My whole life, I've been told I need to settle and find a good husband. I'd have to be a good, obedient wife who did what they were told regardless of how they felt. The Queen told me I should marry for money and class, not love."
"You don't have to listen to her."
"She wanted me to marry for the wrong reasons, as she did. I didn't think there were any other options..." Your eyes locked with his, "Now I'm starting to realize that there are."
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, "I won't control you, Y/N. I just want to make you happy."
Is a one night or a wife
"And you could," You managed to smile, "But I want us to take our time. Enjoy whatever this... Love filled Haze is... I don't want your people to see me as a one night or just a bride. I want them to see me as I am, and then us as we are."
Jacaerys nodded, "Take all of the time you need, Y/N. I'll be here."
All this shit is new to me
"This is all new to me..."
"It's new to me, too, but don't worry, we'll do this together."
Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you pulled back with a smile, but nothing made you happier than the look on his face when he held a hand up to his cheek, grinning from ear to ear.
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Miscommunication Part 3
Izuku x Fem Reader
Summary: After telling Mina about your new found relationship with Izuku, things become heated. You noticed this when Uraraka and Mina become team captains for a training exercise and they pick you last. Mina also starts giving you snarky comments about your appearance and your relationship. You tell Izuku about the confrontation you had with Mina in the locker room which upsets him. During dinner, Mina tries to make you insecure and Izuku snaps at her. After the big blow up, a certain somebody knocks on your door.
Word Count: 2k+
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You didn’t know how to respond to Mina’s message. Izuku noticed you were taking a while to get water and approached you, ensuring you were okay. You showed him the text and explained the situation. He advised that you give a truthful and straightforward answer; you guys didn’t hook up but were starting to go out. She didn’t text you back which you thought was weird because usually, Mina had quite a bit to say over text messages. You didn’t think much of it because she was probably reporting back to Uraraka. After you guys were done working out, you went by a local market and picked up a few snacks for your dorm. It was Sunday so everyone was tucked away in their rooms, rushing to finish the stack of homework they ignored all weekend. You still had some work left but were happy that most of your work was done. It allowed you to rest for tomorrow, Mondays usually were really intense when it came to training and school work. You know Izuku told you a simple answer and left to leave it at that but it was weird that she didn’t text back. You sent a message asking if everything was okay but didn’t hear back.
The next morning, you felt very optimistic about the day ahead. This was the first day you had class since you and Izuku had made things official. You ironed your uniform and spent a little more time getting ready than usual. On your way to class, you were feeling extremely confident and prepared. All your homework was done, your hair looked great and you were well-rested. Once you got to your desk, you noticed that none of the girls were looking at you. Usually, they would sit at your desk and talk briefly until Aizawa entered the room. You started to feel a pit in your stomach form. You reassured yourself that it was just your anxiety projecting. The girls may have seemed jaded after you told Mina about your newfound romance. Izuku walked into the class and gave you a kiss on the cheek, breaking you out of your thoughts. After greeting each other Aizawa came in and handed out the assignment for the day. It was just a packet about stabilizing a victim in a high-risk area. The class reviewed the material together before suiting and doing hands-on training.
You had just gotten your new costume that Midnight helped you design. It was a dark purple leather body suit that had rhinestones that looked like stars; you wanted it to look like the night sky. Aoyama was the first one to compliment you. This made you extremely happy because you admired his style. When the training started, Aizawa instructed that the class would be split into two teams: Heroes and Injured Civilians. The civilian is lying down in a fabricated high-risk area. The hero would then stabilize and carry the civilian to safety. The team captains were Mina and Uraraka. It was then that you realized your gut feeling was right. You were picked last Mina which made you feel some type of way but you didn’t let it show. Izuku being who he is, volunteered first and conveniently Uraraka’s hand shot up to be his partner. You physically had to bite your tongue in order not to say anything. Behind you, a couple of the girls were snickering which was really driving you crazy. Izuku looked back at you and started the exercise. It did bother you but at the same time, you were a pretty secure girl. It’s not like he’s going to fall in love with her because he trained with her in class. It was just irritating that she was trying to make a statement, it just seemed super petty.
“God they’re so cute,” you heard a voice squeak from behind you.
“I know when they are going to get together,” someone else responded.
You then moved on to basic attack training. This time Aizawa was in charge of making the pairs which made you let out a sigh of relief. You were paired with Kirishima, and part of you felt smug because you knew him and Mina had a thing. At the same time, you didn’t want any type of problem and obviously didn’t feel the need to be shady. You were throwing attack after attack and it was apparent he wasn’t budging. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat while you were fighting as hard as you could when you reached your limit and excused yourself for a water break. He complimented you on how far you’ve come and you thanked him. The next exercise was two teams against each other, essentially playing capture the flag against each other. Mina started hailing down attacks on you, yes she would let up here and there but damn. It was starting to feel really personal, you were dodging and were proud to say none of her acid got on you. You were sweating and breathing heavily as you pulled your hair into a bun. The class was then dismissed for the rest of the day and all the students made their way to locker rooms. As you were changing you could hear Mina talking about your new suit.
“Oh, you don’t like how it looks? I figured you were trying to get my attention because why would you be talking about me when I’m 4 feet away,” you said pulling your hoodie over your head.
“I was just pointing out that your costume seemed to change right after you got with Deku. I wonder if there’s a correlation,” she said, packing her bag up.
“You knew I was getting my costume redesigned with Midnight because I’m planning on being her sidekick when I get my permit. So no need to wonder, save that energy for your training,” you said.
“I just think it’s convenient for you and Deku-” she started when you interrupted.
“Oh my- do you want to date him? Do you stalk him? I just don’t know why you have such an obsession with us. If you don’t want to be with him then don’t talk to me about it Mina. If a certain somebody has an issue then surely they’ll come tell me about it right? Okay then,” you said, turning your head to Uraraka who made eye contact with you for a second before looking away. Throwing your backpack over your shoulder you walk through the doors. Izuku was waiting for you outside the boy’s locker room, he could tell in your face that you were upset.
“What’s wrong? Are you hungry?” he asked, offering you the other half of his sandwich that he was about to eat.
“Just unnecessary drama that Mina is trying to pull me into,” you huffed while taking a bite.
“About us?” he asked, nodding your head in agreement.
“What about though did like- Uraraka say something?” he asked.
“No I think Mina is trying to like- I don’t know, confront me for Uraraka because she doesn’t want to,” you sighed.
“That’s weird, why doesn’t Uraraka just talk to you or me even?” he asked.
“What’s what I told her before I left? I don’t want to talk about this anymore, it’s just too much to handle right now,” you said.
You walked back to the dorm talking to each other about different homework assignments. Also considering different plans for the upcoming weekend. Once you were in your bedroom you immediately turned on the shower. Today was not only physically straining but mentally as well. You were already feeling a little homesick and now you feel super uncomfortable. That sick feeling in your stomach when you know people are talking about you. You stepped in and felt gross when you could taste the sweat on your upper lip. You went to turn up the hot water and realized it was as hot as it was going to get. Turning your body, you looked up at the ceiling and let the water run down on you. Dissociating here and there while thinking about various things. After getting out and doing your skincare routine, you hear your phone go off from your bed. It was Izuku letting you know that everyone was gathering in the kitchen for dinner. You brush your hair, throw on some comfortable clothes and make your way out there. Everyone was already in a line with their plate, waiting to get their serving. You stood in line with Izuku leaning against him as time went on.
Everyone was sitting around, either on the sofa or sitting on the ground next to the coffee table. Izuku was sitting on the couch and you were sitting on the floor between his legs. He playfully rested his plate on top of your head for a second which made everyone laugh. You noticed Mina giving you dirty looks but ignored it, you didn’t want to make a scene. Mina however was feeling quite confrontational. Everyone was talking among themselves but she spoke just above the general volume of chatter.
“So Y/N where did you head off too after the dinner we had on Saturday? I stopped by your room but nobody was there,” Mina said, pretending to be clueless. You knew she was referring to the night that everyone thought you and Izuku hooked up. You were about to respond but he beat you to it.
“Mina why do you keep asking Y/N about me. Don’t play dumb about it because you texted her and asked about what happened that night. So it’s pretty clear you;re only asking her to be petty,” he said, setting his plate down. Everyone was now starring, Mina’s face was bright red, the same as yours.
“I just- you lead Uraraka on. You know she doesn’t have the courage to tell you, especially after you hurt her-” Mina started.
“You can’t be seriously accusing me of purposely hurting Uraraka by getting with Y/N. I’m not with her for the same reason I didn’t know she liked me, she won’t communicate. Even now you’re trying to have a problem with my relationship on her behalf. It’s weird, now you’re giving Y/N a hard time because we're together? Oh but you wanna be a hero right?” he asked rhetorically, his voice raising.
“Alright just chill out guys,” Kirishima said.
“I’m completely chill, it’s not like I'm saying anything that isn’t true,” Izuku said.
Everyone was feeling awkward now, especially because Izuku never got mad at other students.
“You’re telling me not to speak for Uraraka but you’re speaking for Y/N right now!” Mina said standing up and taking a step or two towards the both of you.
“Um.. I told you in the locker room that if Uraraka had an issue she would have come to me about it. You texted ME and asked if we hooked up, I thought you were asking as a friend not to spread my information around. Seriously, what is your problem?” you asked while standing up and taking a step towards Mina.
You were now arguing at each other, nobody being able to understand what was being said. Pointing fingers at each other, getting louder and slowly getting closer. Izuku was now in between you and Mina, that’s when Kirishima got in front of Izuku. Once they started arguing, Bakugo got in between them pushing them apart. Both boys stormed off and the entire class disbanded. This was horrible, the one fear you had was that dating him was going to cause drama. Izuku starts pacing in the hallway so you lead him to your dorm. He was bright red and breathing hard, he sat on your bed and you joined them.
“I’m so sorry that all this drama is happening,” you said.
“It’s not your fault. Mina has always been over dramatic. She shouldn’t be rude to you on Uraraka’s behalf,” he reassured you.
“I know but I still feel bad especially because you ended up getting into it with Kirishima,” you sighed.
“It’s really not that serious. Kiri is a cool guy, I'm sure he won’t be bothered,” he said.
“Hopefully now there won’t be a problem, now that everything's out in the open,” you said.
“Yeah, it’s not like you started it,” he said.
“Thank you for defending me, I made me feel really secure,” you said.
“Well of course, You’re my girlfriend,” he said, giving you a peck on the lips, you giggled and moved a piece of hair out of his eye. You got a knock on the door and when you answered, Uraraka was standing playing with her hands.
“Can I talk to you?” she asked you to step out of the room, leaving Izuku inside.
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Rekindle with an Angel but, Don’t Break her Heart
Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Pilot!reader (present), Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x Pilot!reader (past) - Briefly mentioned
Characters: Pilot!reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Penny Benjamin, Eric, Jack, and Mark (Bartenders), Delilah (reader’s little sister), Larry (main range control man), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky (briefly mentioned?), Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, Bernie "Hondo" Coleman, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Billy "Fritz" Avalone
Warnings: Angst, fluff, cursing, Jake becoming a softy for reader, not opening up to people when its necessary, jealous pilots being dicks, reader having a past with a few pilots (platonic and not), jealous pilots hurting the reader
Word Count: 9,733
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A/N: You guys have no idea how happy I am to finally be able to post this. I have had this in my doc for months... thank you for coming to my ted talk
*Was not expecting this to be this long. Definitely a surprise for me
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You could say it was a bit of a surprise when Pete called. You haven’t heard from him for a few months (after your minor disagreement) and he really needed to speak to you and calling the bar was the only way he could make sure you wouldn’t screen his call... again.
It was just about after the third ring; you pick up the phone. “Hard Deck, bartender speaking.”
He smiles. “Good to hear your voice again, Angel.”
You’re surprised, you didn’t think he’d call the landline ever.
He usually tries not to call the bar as much as possible, not wanting people to butt into your business since your coworkers know what you did before joining the Hard Deck.
You decide to be nice and put in the effort to have a conversation with him. “Finally took a break from the sky’s, did you?”
He chuckles, “you’ve still got that sense of humor. Good.”
You sigh so much for being nice. “What’re planning?”
He lets out a faux noise of offense. “Why do you assume I’m up to no good?”
You scoff through your nose, “I didn’t say that. But now that you mention it, are you?”
He says nothing.
“Goodbye, Maverick.”
“Hang on-” He sighs, staring at the phone. ‘Please don’t hate me.’ He steps back into the room. “Did you speak to her?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“She’ll be here soon.” ‘Don’t hate me, Angel.’
A few hours later…
The lunch rush ends only for the midnight rush to begin, although when you think about it, it’s not actually midnight, but it sounds better than, it’s dark, drink up. And that’s when you stopped letting the other bartenders come up with names.
You turn to call for Eric or Jack to help out with drinks only to find they’re busy taking care of their sections.
Penny calls you over, “can you take care of anyone who comes over here while I go over there?”
“Yeah. Go take care of the customers over there.” You finish making the drinks, keeping the customers satisfied and willing to give a decent tip. You walk over towards Penny, “I’m gonna start cleaning up a bit. Jack’s finishing putting the latest order away in the back and Eric is getting ready to start in the kitchen. We have a few minutes to do some of the “boring” work so we’re doing it when we can.”
She nods, “got it.”
-
A few more show up, the crowd starting to become livelier in your section.
Penny walks over to you and helps you with cleaning the glasses and wiping down the counters after the customers move away and sit at one of the few vacant tables. “I need you to take care of that table over there.”
You nod to Penny, walking away with the drinks for the group of pilots, “be back in five, Peggy Sue.”
She shakes her head, sighing although she has a smile on her face. “Please, just once, use my name.”
You turn to look over your shoulder, whispering “never.” You walk away before she could say anything else.
-
“Here are your-” You happen to glance up and find one of your old friends from school, jabbing a mustached man (with a questionable fashion sense) in the gut, “fuck.”
You hand the last beer to – one of the khakis, as you mumble to yourself, “why?”
When she turns around to grab her drink, her eyes widen at the sight of you.
“Hey, Phoxy. How’ve you been? I’d love to talk but-”
She shakes her head, getting out of her thoughts as she grabs your wrist. “You are not getting out this. We’re talking right now.”
You sigh, feeling yourself being pulled elsewhere. So much for not running into anyone from your past.
She whirls around, facing you. “Where the hell have you been?! What happened to you? You graduated early, got a job at the best pilot school and leave with little to no contact. I mean seriously, what the hell, Wings?”
You glance back at her angry face every so often unable to keep eye contact with her. “I can’t talk to you about this, Natasha.”
“Now, we’re back on a first name basis. Is that what our friendship has gone down to? I thought we were closer than that.”
You sigh, “don’t give me that attitude-”
“I’ll stop giving you attitude when you talk to me.” She finally takes notice of your expression, her’s softens, “what happened?”
You swallow the saliva that’s stuck in your throat. “I can’t talk to you about this right now.”
She opens her mouth to say something else, but you stop her, placing a hand on her forearm.
“It’s a long story and I really don’t think now is a good time to talk about this, okay?” Your hand falls off her arm before you walk away.
She sighs unsure of how to handle the situation. You obviously don’t want to talk about whatever happened and it’s throwing her off. Nothing like this ever happened before and she really doesn’t know how to help you.
-
Jake furrows his brows, after watching you brush her off. A smirk appears across his lips. ‘Interesting.’
Natasha stands beside Bob, absent mindlessly watching the others play pool.
“So,” Jake says, extending of the letter “O”, brings Natasha out of her thoughts.
“What do you want Bagman?”
“What was that about?” He asks, with a mix of a concerning and nosey tone.
“It’s none of your business,” she snaps.
He smiles, “I could easily make it my business, Princess Phoenix. You forget we all went to the same school.”
“I am this close,” she pinches her fingers together. “To getting drunk so I can’t hear your ass.”
“Your fingers are touching,” Bob points out.
“I know.”
Rueben sits beside her with Mickey playing pool against Jake and Bradley playing against Logan. “What do you think happened with her?” asks Reuben.
“I don’t know,” she says, shrugging. “This is the first time I’ve seen her since we were in school together.”
“So, you didn’t hear the rumors.”
“What rumors?” She turns to him with raised brows.
“One of the ones I heard was that she got in a fight and got kicked out.”
“She wouldn’t do that,” Natasha says, defending you. She knows you’re not dumb enough to do anything like that.
Two days later…
Thankfully today the bar opens a little later than usual as you decline Cyclone’s call.
The door opening gets you to pause, you don’t want it to look like you’re on your phone and sigh, tucking the item into your back pocket. Although you didn’t see it, it was only one of the bartenders who does the late shift.
Penny walks over with new rags. “You okay?”
You quickly give her a fake tight-lipped smile. “Peachy.”
“They still trying to bring you back officially.” You shrug, not entirely in the mood to talk about this, as usual.
“I know you don’t want to hear this but you’re good. You are… the only pilot that I like enough to call my friend and I know working here is making you miserable.”
You open your mouth to argue with the classic, “no. I’m happy here.”
She shakes her head, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “Don’t argue with me on this, I know you are and it’s okay. I’m not taking it to heart because being in the sky has been your dream for such a long time and you were miserable when your arm was healing, and you still are because you’re not in the air because that’s where you belong.”
You clench your jaw, the burning sensation in your nose prevents you from answering her.
“What if I’m not the same?”
She tilts her head, trying to understand what you’re saying.
“What if I’ve lost my speed or- or my quick thinking, you know. What if- what if I’m in the air and that’s when they realize that I’m not good enough to be at Top Gun anymore.” You sniff, wiping the corners of your eyes.
“They’d be stupid to let you go.”
“I know you’re just saying that but, thank you.”
She knows you don’t like it when people try to comfort you, but her maternal instincts take over and she pulls you in for a hug and letting you take your time to calm down. “Better?”
“No, you made me talk about my feelings. I’m upset.”
She chuckles, “you’ll have to put those feelings on the back burner because we still have to get ready for tonight.”
“Has anybody cleaned back here yet?” Mark asks.
“Not yet, I’m coming over to help you.” She turns back towards you. “Are you sure you’re gonna be alright?”
“Yep. Get back to work, Pegs.”
The older woman shakes her head.
Four days later...
You were surprised when he tried the Hard Deck’s landline and calling the bar is the only way he can make sure you wouldn’t screen his call... again.
It was just about after the third ring when you pick up the phone. “Hard Deck, bartender speaking.”
He chuckles, “good, you’re still there... how are you?”
“You’re clearly up to something that I’m not gonna like and with how many times Beau has called me, I’m gonna say that it involves Top Gun which I told you and him that I’m not coming back so stop calling me if you’re gonna keep asking about that.”
“I’m- I’m not-”
“Goodbye Maverick.”
You slam the phone done onto the wall receiver before walking away, shaking your head. “Oh... you’re here.” You turn around finding your boss, standing there. “Why do you have that look on your face?”
“What look?” She asks, setting her stuff down in the back office.
“The look you have when you know stuff that involves me or my past,” you pause, searching for the right word. “Job.”
“Well- I mean, there is this one thing.”
“And that thing is?”
“A group of people are coming here today.”
“A group of who people?”
“A teacher and his students.”
“Children students?” You ask, hoping it’s not who you think it is.
She shakes her head.
You groan and drop your head onto the bar top.
Two hours later...
The sound of cars scares you and sends you to “find a broom” in the storage closet.
You hope if you stay inside and hide long enough unit they’re gone so, you won’t have to deal with certain people (playboys or people you typically went to, for “guidance”). But then again, maybe it would be good to see Natasha again and her friends.
You shake your head remembering the two separate times when she was paired with Bradley and then when Mickey and Rueben were put into their little squad... the smile falls from your face when you think about your old squad.
You gulp, having a hard time swallowing the spit that built up in your mouth.
Would it be a good idea if you looked for Penny and told her you weren’t feeling good?
You know it wouldn’t end the way you’d want it to but that doesn’t mean you can’t- the clacking and snapping of flip flops and shoes has you pause. You don’t move as they all pass by.
The sounds of their voices carrying throughout the bar fills you with a mix of sadness but you bite back your tongue because there’s no one else to blame but you; you’re the one who pushed everyone away, you’re the one who didn’t tell anyone the... truth about what happened but that’s the past; all you can do is move on and live whatever life you have.
You still can’t believe you saw her. You knew it was bound to happen at some point and yet, it was still a sucker punch to the gut. And to hear that the reason they’re all here, being taught by the Maverick is for a life-threatening mission and they wanted the best of the best from your generation is still so crazy.
Once you're out of your thoughts, you realize everyone’s moved outside and it’s okay for you to exit the closet now. You don’t find anyone else but Penny, who wipes down the counter. “What’re you doing in here?” You ask, taking careful steps closer to the bar.
“Cleaning before tonight.”
“I can do that,” you offer.
She shakes her head, “no. I couldn’t leave you in here by yourself to clean. I should be doing it.”
“That’s the good thing about having someone who’s ignoring people they knew. They’re very helpful and will clean everything.”
She turns to look at you, “that’s not funny.”
“You’re right, it’s not but you always say you want me to be honest and this is it.” You continue before she could get a word in. “Nope, you deserve to finish your book and check out the eye candy. I’m sure there’s a certain old flame of yours out there that wouldn’t mind you ogling him.”
“Cheeky.”
“It’s called the truth, neither of you can hide your feelings whenever either one of you glances back at the other.”
“You think so?” She asks, sounding so unsure, something you’ve never heard from her before.
“Absolutely.”
A heavy sigh slips past her lips. “Are you sure?”
“I am,” you nod. “Yes. Absolutely. One hundred percent. Please leave.”
The older woman smiles, “okay, okay. I’m going.”
-
All you gotta say is, Pete’s lucky you’re a nice person. No one asked for you to make anyone drinks but you know they’re gonna need something and you know water ain’t gonna cut it right away.
You finish and set the drinks on a tray before heading out the back.
You scoff, watching as the line of boys fall with the playboy raising his arms up in celebration at an “obvious” win. You shake your head at the sight and conveniently, it’s like he sensed someone watching him and looks over in your direction, giving you a cocky wave.
You groan looking away, jumping at the sight of Penny sitting there. “When did you get here?”
“You’re the one who told me to come out here.”
You give her a suspicious look.
“What were you doing out here?”
You throw an arm out, gesturing to the scene in front of you, "watching as they get sand in places sand shouldn't be. I feel bad for them honestly."
She covers her mouth, hiding her laughter, "that's what you're worried about?"
You wrap your arm around her shoulder, leaning your head on hers, "sand is no joke, Peggy Sue."
She shakes her head, "still not my name."
"And, yet you respond to it." You start taking the drinks off the tray, setting them a few inches away from her book, not wanting it to get wet. The last cup, you set down in front of her. "Make sure they drink something."
"Okay, mom.”
"Hey, hey. Dehydration is no joke. Neither is-"
She cuts you off, finishing your sentence, "getting sand in places it shouldn't be."
You nod, "exactly." You take one last look at the group, the happiness you shared with Penny vanishes when you remember the different life you had a year ago. You sigh, shaking your head as you head back inside.
Penny frowns, knowing you miss being a part of the pilot life, even if you don’t want to admit it.
-
You clean a few glasses you missed earlier, preparing for the “midnight” shift. After cleaning the inside of the now, clean glasses you set them up so, they’re ready to go for later. You set the rag down on the bar top, reaching for the phone in your back pocket, annoyed at the person who keeps calling you.
The Godfather Accept □ Decline □
You click the answer button. "I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again. No. I won’t be in the air anytime soon. Stop calling." You hang up before Beau could say anything else.
“How the hell could he have known to call now?” You groan, realizing what happened, “Maverick. Oh, you son of a-”
The door slams open, putting Penny on high alert.
-
"Mitchell! Hey, Mitchell!" You shout at the man sitting in the stupid lawn chair you just want to- You shove his chest before pointing your finger at him, “you are an absolute idiot! Do you know that?”
“Hey, there’s no need for name calling, Angel.”
“Do NOT use that name with me right now.” You stand a few inches away from him with a clenched jaw. “I told you and everyone else there, I’m done. I’m not going back in the air. I can’t.”
He knows you’re hurting but you can’t keep pushing yourself away from what you’re good at. “You can, you’re just choosing not to.”
“You don’t know what happened and you never will. So, stop trying to force me into coming back.”
“I would but, you’re one of the good ones and anyone would be lucky to have you up in the air with them.”
No one notices the blow up going on in the back as they continue with their game, well, except for Bob who happens to see everything going on.
You bite your tongue, taking a step back. “You don’t get too sweet talk to me into coming back. If I feel I’m ready, you’ll see me in the air.”
“But what if he’s right,” a deep voice says, walking closer to you.
You glance back at your godfather and whirl around to face Maverick once more. “You called him?!”
Now is when he struggles to give you an answer. “I didn’t- this isn’t how I wanted this to happen.”
“But you made it happen.”
“He didn’t.” Beau stands beside you. “I did. You know you’re good, and being in the air is where you belong. You know it, I know it, your parents knew it when you kept asking me about my job when you were seven.”
You turn around, facing him. “If you wanted me to come back so bad, why didn’t you come to me yourself?”
“I did-”
You shake your head, “no, calling is completely different than you coming to me and talking to me.”
“It’s hard to do that when one of you won’t talk about what happened.”
-
A young girl runs out the back door.
You turn at the sound of a child calling screaming your name, just in time as the short body tumbles into you. “Hey kiddo.” You pull back, bending down Delilah doesn’t have to stare up at you.
“Hi,” she says, giving you a wide smile with her gap in her front bottom teeth that always gets you to smile.
“How was school?”
“Boring but, I did good on my spelling test.”
You give her a high five, “awesome. See all that studying does pay off.”
She groans, “I know. Can we go swimming now?”
You nod, “I gotta change but I’ll be quick, okay?”
She nods.
You glance over your shoulder, talking to Pete, “and don’t break her heart again. She’s good for you and your, sort of, good for her.”
He nods.
“Come on, Del. We gotta get ready for some fun!” You bend down, lifting her over your shoulder.
Delilah squeals, giggling while you walk back towards the table.
Penny looks up from her book, “you want me to watch her while you change?”
You nod, “please?”
“Of course, but you gotta put her down first.”
You set Delilah on the edge of the table, helping her hop down so she can sit beside Penny. You stare at the sand while walking back, the phantom pain in your shoulder returns.
You hold your arm against your stomach, using your non dominant hand to open the door.
-
Beau watches as you walk away, noticing how you’ve closed yourself off like you did when your parents died.
-
“What was that about?” Bob asks Natasha when she sits down beside him at the table, reaching for one of the glasses. She shrugs, “I don’t know. Maybe we should-”
“That’s not a good idea,” Penny interrupts.
“Why?” Natasha asks.
“She’s-” she glances down at a distracted Delilah, “uh- she's still working through some things.”
The younger woman doesn’t say much after that.
-
You stand in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your shoulder.
You still remember what the asshole did to you, you may not remember the sounds, but you certainly remember the hand hitting your ribs, forcing you off the ladder.
You slam onto the ground. The pain radiating in your shoulder, you couldn’t move it and you knew for a fact, it wasn’t good.
The ladder fell on your calf, fracturing your tibia. And to top it all off, the asshole had the audacity to laugh as he knelt beside your head; his hand clamped on your chin, forcing you took look at him.
You don’t remember how you got out of there.
You don’t realize you’re hyperventilating until your body forces you to take quick, unsteady breaths.
Jake walks in with a smirk, expecting to find you around somewhere, hoping to talk to you (partly to piss off Natasha and to see what’s got you so frazzled, you’ve never acted like this before).
All and any humor fall from his face when he realizes you’re crying. He stands beside you, placing a hand on your arm.
You jerk back, tripping over your foot.
He’s quick to hold onto you, forcing you to stand up before you could fall.
You can feel his hand on your cheek and know he’s asking you questions but you can’t get enough air into your system to reply.
Jake wraps his arms around you, pressing you against him; he wraps one of your arms around his neck, the other flush against your waist. He hugs you. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
You close your eyes, trying to calm down. The tears roll down your cheeks faster than you would like but, Jake says nothing about it and continues to comfort you.
You move your arm off you, wrapping it around his lower back, clenching his shirt in your shaky fist. You’ve calmed down enough to realize, Jake, the infamous flirty playboy is whispering comforting things in your ear.
Your head rests two inches from the crook of his neck.
“How are you feeling?”
You sniff, “fine.”
“You okay enough to let go of my shirt?”
There it is. You give him one last squeeze before pulling away from him. You look up, wiping your cheeks, “how’s it feel?”
“How does what feel?” He asks, pulling a paper towel out of the dispenser, wetting it in the sink.
“Not being the reason, a woman cries.”
“What makes you say that?” He cups the back of your neck, wiping your cheeks to get rid of the wet mascara streaks.
“You say you bring all your hookups to tears.”
The corner of his lips tugs upwards. “I knew you were listening to me.”
Your roll your eyes, “yeah, because you take up half of my section.”
“Maybe it’s because I want your eyes on me.”
You shake your head, taking it out of his hand; pushing past him to throw away the wet, black stained paper towel. You reach for another, making sure to get rid of any evidence that you were crying. “Why’re you in here?”
“It’s a bathroom,” he shrugs.
“Then go.”
“I’d rather not.”
“We all use a bathroom.”
He chuckles, “it’s not that.”
“Hookup?”
He shakes his head, “no, not really my scene anymore.”
“Is it because of the mission?”
“Maybe.”
You throw away the paper towel, turning back towards the sink; turning on the faucet to cup cold water in your hands and splash your face. You need a little more energy if you’re going to have a day at the beach with your favorite little girl.
The sink turns off, you assume it was Jake.
You open your eyes, staring down at the drain. Your chest heaves with every breath you take. You shake your hands, reaching up to wipe away the droplets on your chin. “You know,” you start, “I figured while you were here, you’d be waiting until later for some- uh- stress relief.”
“You offering?” He leans against the wall with his arms crossed.
“Yeah,” you look up, staring at him with no emotion.
His smirks drops and he squints his eyes, trying to decipher whether you’re lying. “Really?”
“No.” You snatch a paper towel and pat your face dry. “Seriously, thank you for helping me but- uh- could you not mention this to anyone else?”
“It’s not my place to talk about it. You know that.”
“Still, thank you. You’re oddly good at giving really good hugs.”
He shakes his head, “I can honestly say, no one except you has been the one to tell me that.”
“I’m happy to be the first.”
Your phone buzzes again, you groan, yanking it of your pocket. You don’t even need to see the number before you press the power button, shutting your phone off. “Looks like I have to go back out there.”
“Save my spot?”
“Can’t promise you anything? Does it look like I’ve been crying?”
He steps on front of you, staring into your eyes for a minute.
You’re worried he’s seeing something you don’t see; his stare makes you nervous, butterflies in your belly, the whole nine yards... which worries you because you only ever feel this way when you like someone. Oh crap. You thought those were gone.
He shakes his head, getting out of his thoughts “no, you’re good.”
“You sure?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you.”
You weren’t expecting him to say that. “Okay.” You exit the bathroom, heading for the bar.
-
“You alright? You looked upset back there?” Penny asks.
You nod with a tight lip smile, “I’m good, Peggy Sue.”
“Why don’t you take the night off? You know spend the rest of the day with Delilah.”
“You need help behind here later.”
“I’ve got it, besides Mary, Travis, and Jamie work tonight.”
“Are you sure?”
“You haven’t stopped working since I hired you. Take the night off. You deserve it.”
“Are you really-”
“Yes, I’m sure. You deserve to take the night off.”
-
“You gonna play game with us or not?” Natasha asks, stepping away from the others.
“I mean I could, if it’s alright with you and the others.”
“After we swim though, right?”
You tilt your head at your little sister who holds onto one Mickey’s shoulders. “You’re gonna have to climb off Mick in order for that to happen sweetie.”
“Let me down. Let me down. If I don’t do it now, she won’t go out with me.”
You scoff, “that’s not true.”
“You did it last time.”
“Because you were napping.”
“I was... resting my eyes.”
“Well, then lets’ go before you need to rest your eyes again.”
“Can I come?”
You glance back at the man with a buzzcut. “You want to go back outside? Aren’t you hot?”
“Did someone call me hot?” Jake asks, placing his hand on your lower back, letting you know he’s right behind you.
“No one did, Bagman,” Natasha chimes in.
“I wasn’t talking to you, Princess Phoenix.”
“You’re so nice,” you mumble.”
“Only when it counts, sweetheart. You know that,” he whispers in your ear.
You jerk your arm back, elbowing him in the stomach.
“There’s that spark.” He wheezes out. “I knew you remembered.”
“That’s payback for leaving me out to dry.”
“It was one time.”
“It was four times and each time I wound up saving your ass.”
“We’re going swimming now,” Delilah interrupts, dragging Mickey behind her as Rueben laughs his ass off at the sight of a child dragging his grown friend outside, matching the same pace as her.
“If you two can stop with the flirting, then I can talk to my friend.”
“Not before I do.”
“I thought you left, Maverick,” you say with a curt tone.
“Just let me say what I need to say then I’ll stop trying to explain myself.”
“Fine.” You huff, “follow me.”
-
Natasha glances back at Jake with raised brows. “What?”
“You know what? It didn’t work out the first time. What makes you think it would work again?”
He doesn’t say anything because she’s right, if it didn’t work out the first time, why would anything be different now. “Nothing.”
She takes note of his sad demeanor. “Wait- Jake.”
He walks out before she could apologize.
-
“What do you want, Maverick?”
“You to not call me that.”
He sees the little response he gets out of you and decides not to push it. “Okay, I’m gonna cut to the chase-”
“You’d be wise to.”
He purses his lips at the comment. “Cyclone wants you back because he thinks you’d be able to help show everyone that this mission is possible.”
“No, he doesn’t.”
“Okay, fine. Cyclone wants you back and I think you’d be the better candidate to help me show everyone its possible. I can’t tell you anything about it but, let me finish, I see the look you’re giving me. You can match the speed required for this mission. I know you can. This will be a walk in the park for you.”
“As much as I enjoy you trying to kiss my ass. I’m gonna have to pass.”
You spin around, slamming the door open; your foot hadn’t touched the floor when he asked, “so, you’ll be there tomorrow.”
You step into the doorway, eyes wandering around the bar. ‘Is it really time for me to leave to leave this place?’ “I expect you to keep up with me.”
He lets out a victory chuckle.
-
You shake your head, biting your lip to keep you from smiling. “Pen?”
“You’re covered forever. Let me know when you want to give in your two weeks.”
“Wow! You sound excited to get rid of me.”
“I am because you’re going back to do what you were born to do.”
“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “I have a current little problem who is probably trying to drown grown men right now.”
“Yeah, please save them before you lose your friends.”
“Not my friends.”
“Fine, your squad!”
You shake your head and smile as you walk out the back door.
-
“Finally.”
“Oh, hush.” You smile, lifting her in your arms.
“Look who joined the party.”
“Oh, Bagman. You joined us.”
He smirks, one eyebrow rising about the frame of his sunglasses. “Who said you could use that nickname?”
“No one but it’s better than anything I could come up with.”
“And she admits it.”
You scoff, setting Delilah back on the ground, letting her run back into the ocean so she and Mickey can have a splash fight.
“Admit it, you’ve missed this.”
You scoff, “I’ve missed nothing about you.”
“See that’s where we beg to differ.”
Natasha groans and drags you away from him, forcing you to sit beside her and Bob. “What’s got you so happy?”
You shrug, “nothing.”
She narrows her eyes at you before her eyes widen and jaw drops to the floor. “Are you- are you coming back?”
“What? No.”
“Yes, you are! You have your pre-flight glow.”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Fine, I’ll pretend like I don’t know you’re coming back,” she says and then throws herself onto you, hugging you tightly.
You chuckle, patting the arm she has wrapped across your chest.
“I’m so happy you’re coming back,” she whispers into your shoulder.
“I know you are,” you lean back into her. “I am too.”
Delilah calls out for her.
“Aunt Nat duty calls. Get up.”
You groan, giving her enough room to move out of the way. “You’re no fun.”
“I am fun!”
You enjoy the warmth filling your heart as you watch Natasha, Mickey, and Reuben playing with her as Jake observes.
“How are you?”
“What?” The one with glasses asks.
“How are you?”
“Me? You’re talking to me?”
“There’s no one else here and you seem less likely to annoy me.”
“Oh? I don’t know if I’m supposed to say thank you or not.”
“It’s not necessary but you’re welcome,” you nudge his arm with your elbow.
“I think they’d be mad if I tried to talk to you without them here,” he mumbles.
You furrow your brows trying to figure out what he’s talking about. “I don’t know who they are, but I know they would, and they can suck it up.” You scoot closer to him, who holds his snack of choice to you, silently offering you some. “Not now, person who’s name I still don’t know. Thank you though.”
He nods. “Oh, I’m Bob.” He quickly wipes his hand on his shorts before holding it out for you to shake.
“Well, Bob, it’s nice to meet you. It’s always good to know the people watching out for your friends.”
“Uh- oh- I’m not-”
“I know,” you give him a small smile, so he knows not to worry. “You’re not a pilot but a back seater and I hear the way I said it hut I promise I mean nothing bad about it, I’m just making an observation. I’ve known a few good back seaters in my day. Do you have a call sign Bob?”
He shakes his head, “ah, no. It’s Bob just- just Bob. Although the blond one with the sunglasses, he came up with an acronym for Bob.”
“Of course, he did. What’d he say?”
“Baby on board.”
You groan. “That’s terrible.”
“I know.”
“I mean the acronym. Don’t get me wrong he shouldn’t be saying this to his fellow teammates but that was just, terrible. He did not put any effort into it.”
“I guess not.”
“I’m gonna give you a makeshift call sign, something special just for you... Bound outta buoyancy.” You shake your head, “that doesn’t work.” You mumble other potential words in your head. “Okay all I’m coming up with is something that ends in buoyancy, and I mean like no other word besides that one.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“No, I mean- why are you trying to come up with a call sign for me?”
“You should have one that isn’t a shorter version of your name, even though Bob is a cute nickname.”
“Oh... thanks.” He pushes his glasses up, “Natasha mentioned you were nice but, I didn’t expect you to be this nice.”
You turn, staring at him with your head tilted. “She talks about me?”
He nods, “yeah- I mean, not all the time though. Just- every- a little.” He grabs a handful of his snack and tosses it into his mouth.
Now you know the perfect nickname for him and it’s most definitely not going to be an acronym. “Muchies?”
“Yeah?”
A quiet chuckle escapes you; you find it funny how he doesn’t realize what you called him. “What has she told you?”
“You two went out a couple times.”
You weren’t expecting her to tell him that. She must really like this kid. “And?”
“She was surprised to see you here that’s for sure and misses you… so does Jake.”
You nearly choke on your spit. “What?”
He freezes, realizing he’s said the wrong. “Nothing- nothing. It's- people say the weirdest things to me.” He lets out a nervous chuckle, reminding you of a certain mother on “That 70’s Show”.
“Bob, have Jake and Natasha talked about me before?”
“Uh- no?”
“Are you lying?”
“No,” he nods his head yes.
“I didn’t think Jake talked to you like you were friends.”
“He mentioned you two went out.”
“Nothing nice like Natasha, right?”
“No, but she did say that you two agreed you were better as friends, and she doesn’t want you to get hurt because of something stupid he does.”
“You sit quietly and learn all the gossip, don’t you?”
“I don’t mean to.”
“It’s okay.” You pat his back, “I believe you.”
“It kind of feels like you don’t.”
“Good.”
A shriek escapes you as your little sister crawls into your lap. “Lilah, you’re wet.”
“That’s what happens when you’ve been in the water.”
“Okay, smarty pants. How are you? You tired?”
“No, I just-” She yawns. “I just need a break.”
“Sounds like they’ve tired you out.”
“More like she tired me out. We had to do two hundred push-ups during training, and she was worse than that,” Natasha tells you as she sits beside Bob.
Mickey sits in front of you, playing hand games like slide as Jake settles beside you with Rueben trying to steal Bob’s snacks while simultaneously trying to mess up their game.
The next day…
“I thought you weren’t scheduled until next Tuesday,” Larry says.
You ignore Pete and Bernie’s looks. An awkward cough escapes you. “Yeah, I was.”
“You finally coming back?”
“We’ll see.”
“It’d be nice to have you back here.”
You nod before walking ahead of the two.
-
“I knew you were BGA. I told you.”
“Shut up, Bernie.”
“No, your godfather owes me ten bucks.”
You whirl around to face the two. “You made a bet on me?”
He sees the look in your eyes and quickly back tracks, correcting himself. “No, we all knew you’ve been coming here but your alias was the question we’d all been asking.”
You start to walk away, not wanting to listen to them anymore. “You guys’ suck.”
“Not when I know I have ten bucks waiting for me.”
“Actually, that goes to me,” Pete corrects him.
“Dammit Mav.”
You shake your head and continue ditching the two as Bernie tries bargaining with the man.
-
“You realize your putting your career on the line right.”
“I could say the same thing to you.” You tell him, not looking up as you fiddle with the straps of your helmet.
“I’m serious,” he says, adding your name so you understand the seriousness of the situation.
“I fully understand what I’m about to do, Pete.”
“And you’re not afraid of missing your chance to come back? Even if Cyclone is your godfather, which would have been nice to know beforehand.”
You shrug, “you never asked.”
“I didn’t think I had to.”
“Hurry up, Pete. Or else I’ll take off without you.”
-
During this time, your dearest godfather is informing the students about Pete no longer being their instructor.
The monitor beeps, Beau turns around. “Who the hell is that?”
Another beeping sound comes from the monitor, further confusing the admiral.
“Maverick to range control. Entering point Alpha. Confirm green range.”
“Uh, Maverick, range control, uh, green range is confirmed. I don’t see an event scheduled for you, sir,” Range control tells him. “We’re already aware of your partner but your name is not on our schedule.”
“Well, I’m going anyway,” says Pete.
“It’s a beautiful day to be in the sky.”
“You say that every time, Angel.”
Natasha, Mickey, Rueben, and Bob push themselves to the edge of their seat at the sound of your call sign.
Jake uses his fist cover his mouth, hiding his smile.
“And I will continue to do so.”
“Nice,” Natasha mutters.
“Setting time to target: Two minutes 15 seconds.”
“2:15? That’s impossible,” Rueben says to himself.
“Final attack point. Maverick’s inbound.”
A hearty chuckle escapes you before you could stop it, getting the man to smile. “Let’s light ‘em up.” You maneuver yourself beside him, “if you can keep up.”
“I think it’s the other way around. I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you.”
“We’ll see.”
“Popping in three, two, one,” he says.
You follow his lead. You two try and wait until your target is locked but your’s isn’t quite there. “Gotta go in blind,” you mutter. “Do it, Mav.”
“Bombs away.”
Jake mutters to himself, “damn.”
“Bull’s-eye! Holy shit! Holy shit! Mav!” You pull up beside him, taking off your mask, showing him how pumped you are that you were able to do this. “Aw shit.”
“What?” He huffs.
“You know what.”
“Oh, that. We’ll be fine.”
“I will blame everything on you.”
“I see why you’re Angel now. You know just how to comfort someone.”
“Don’t make me kick your ass.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
-
Once you're on the ground, you head over towards the class, with Pete slowly walking beside you. “He won’t do anything. He now sees what the other old man saw in you,” you tell him.
“I don’t know.”
“No,” you shake your head. “Goddaughter knows best. Believe me.”
“I’ll believe when I walk out of here without being discharged.”
“You know why they call me Angel.”
He shakes his head.
“I tell prophecies and you being discharged is not one of them. Coming back to Penny is the one I see.”
He chuckles until it falls when he realizes how close he is to standing before his students.
-
You pause in the wide doorway when you hear you call sign being called by a voice you never wanted to hear again.
You slowly turn, face void of emotion as you stare at him.
“Look at you all dresses up. You really think you can come back, and everything will be fine?” He stares at you waiting for a response.
You blink once. “Are you done?”
That throws him off. “What?”
“Are you done because this whole douche persona is not working and honestly right now, you’re ruining the adrenaline high I have right now so if you could just go that’d be great.” You spin around, aiming to stand beside Pete.
“How’s that shoulder of yours?” He grabs the shoulder you fell on because of him and quickly spin around, grabbing his hand, twisting so he feels nothing but pain and cries out as if he’s afraid you’ll break it.
“This is getting pathetic. You have two choices, stop being a prick and harassing me.”
He groans. “What’s the second choice?”
“There’s a lot to think of but the first one would be ideal.” You barely move him, and he immediately agrees. “Good. Now, go away.”
He gets up, cradling his arm to his chest. “You deserved it!”
You shake your head at his idiotic and hot-headed behavior. “What was that?”
He’s gonna get what’s coming to him if he keeps going. “You should be lucky all I did was push you off that ladder. It was great without you here.”
You glance over Beau, “you get that.”
He nods and calls for the jerk and Pete to follow him to his office.
-
You’re then bombarded by people.
“I told you. I told you,” she repeats hugging you.
You smile, hugging her back. “Shut up.”
She pulls back, shaking her head. “How are you not shaking or get stuck in G-Lock?”
You don’t answer her.
“You- you’ve been practicing?!”
“Just because I wasn’t here doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have practiced and make sure I don’t lose my skills.”
Mickey and Reuben push past her, giving you side hugs and shoulder pats.
“You have balls,” the taller one of the two tells you.
A chuckle exits your nose, “thanks.”
“No, I mean it. You and Maverick did that with sixteen seconds to spare.”
“Sixteen?”
He nods.
“I was hoping for twenty,” you sigh. “Oh well.”
Bob moves forward aiming to give you a high five. “That was... something.”
“Thank you, Munchies.”
“That’s my nickname?”
“Yep.” For some reason you look over his shoulder and find Jake staring at you. You can the corners of your lips tugging upwards and the longer you look at him, the more you smile.
Bob glances over his shoulder, catching sight of the blond. He leans in, whispering in your ear, “go over and talk to him.”
You furrow your brows, “what are you-”
“Just trust me.” He walks away, neither of you take the first step that is, until Javy’s had enough and shoves him in your direction.
“So- uh,” Jake scratches the back of his neck.
“You intimidated?”
He scoffs, “yeah, right.”
“Seems like you can finally have that rematch,” you tell him, reminding him of your first day in class together.
“I can, can’t I? But I think that’ll have to wait until after I buy you a drink.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, plus I owe your sister a piggyback ride.”
You quietly groan to yourself. “You don’t have to, Jake. I know she asks everyone but you-”
“I want to.” He looks like he says he wants to say something else and is holding it back.
“Something on your mind.”
He chuckles through his nose. “I know why they call you Angel.”
“Oh, yeah? Why?”
“There’s this glow you have when you’re in the air and on the ground.”
“Is that a line you say to every pretty girl you see?”
“No- no,” he stutters, struggling to give you a proper response.
Warlock announces with everything that’s happened, it’s time for everyone to head to the locker rooms and rest until the mission.
You pat his arm before walking away and all he can do his stare at your back, wondering what you’ve done to make him struggle with talking to you.
Three weeks later... (after the mission)
You’re happy Penny lets you come in once a week for a shift, it’s good for you. Being at the hard deck gives you time to clear your head and keeps you occupied when you’re not at Top Gun.
Plus, your shift is usually right around the time when the crew comes by.
It’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen them and you guy’s plan on hanging out for most of the night since Delilah’s spending the night at her friends place for a sleepover.
A few of them stopped by at the beginning of your shift, you glance over at the pool tables, watching as Mickey and Billy play against one another while Neil and Rueben count their cash, clearly placing bets.
-
After a couple of hours, Natasha comes in and grabs a round before heading towards the back where the others are. She was the only to notice when Bagman came in and how he hadn’t left his chair to come over and sit by you as you chat with the others.
It’s been half an hour and she watches the way he’s staring at you, surprised that he hasn’t walked over to you yet. So far, she’s counted six lingering glances, two long sighs, and one-half drunken beer.
She can’t handle this anymore and heads over towards him. “If you’re trying to get back together with her, don’t break her heart.”
He spins to face Natasha. “What?”
She groans, taking a minute to think about her next course of action and jams her finger into his chest, “don’t act the same way you did before. You and I both know she deserves someone who’s...”
“Not me and not a douche, right?”
She sucks in a quick breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Although most of that is true and I’m not going to say what is and what isn’t. You- you've changed.”
He furrows his brows. “I have?”
“Yeah. When you’re around her, you act like a civil guy and not like Bagman.”
“I mean, I don’t-”
“Please shut up and just go walk over there. It’s pathetic.”
“Says the one who couldn’t keep her.”
She rolls her eyes, “you are not allowed to be near Bob anymore.”
“He was just being a good guy and answering my question.”
“She’s definitely got a hold on you, you’re saying Bob’s a good guy,” Natasha jokes.
“I’m not even gonna respond to that.” He pushes himself out of the chair. “Wish me luck, Princess Phoenix.”
She groans, shoving him in your direction. Once he’s at the steps just a few feet from you, she downs the rest of the beer he left behind.
Penny raises a brow.
“Add it to his tab.”
-
“Look who finally decided to show his face around here,” Javy jokes as his friend tries to make a move on you.
“Don’t you have a bet to lose, Coyote.”
His buddy only offers a sly smile. “Nope.”
“Yes, you do. Come on,” Natasha and Bob pull him away from you two.
-
You turn to him. “You know what that was about?”
Jake shrugs, “not a clue.” But he knows and knows that everyone else, but you know.
“How’s it feel?”
“How’s what feel?” He asks, giving you his full attention.
“Having two kills in your belt. You know, being a hero and all.”
He chuckles, suddenly feeling bashful. “I- uh- it’s- its fine.”
“Really? You’re not bragging about it like you’d been doing since you saved Rooster and Maverick. What’s with the sudden change?”
He shrugs because he can’t even tell what’s going on with him when he's around you anymore.
“Do you wanna go for a walk outside?”
He nods. Maybe fresh air is what he needs right now.
-
You two close the doors just as Bradley heads for the piano. “Are you sure you’re, okay?”
He rests his forearms on the railing. “Yeah. The more you ask, the more it sounds like you’re concerned about me, sweetheart.”
You roll your eyes, feeling a little happier now that he’s starting to act like his old self. “You wish, Seresin.”
“Maybe I do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Huh?” His head slowly turns in your direction, barely moving up from his arms.
“What do you mean?”
The two of you don’t say anything for a few minutes and continue staring at one another, you try to figure out the meaning behind what he said, and he realizes that he’s been an idiot ever since you two broke up before you two were shipped off to different places.
You furrow your brows. “Are you trying to tell me that you like me because, I don’t know if you remember, but we tried this,” you point to the two of you. “Before and it didn’t work out.”
“I can’t help what I’m feeling and honestly even if I could, I wouldn’t want to.”
“Okay,” you gulp down all and any spit that’s built up in your mouth. “If you want to give this one more shot, I’m gonna need you to be a big boy and put on your big boy boxers.”
His head drops, he’s fighting the urge to smile but you take it as he can’t tell you what he feels.
You’re not gonna stand around and wait for him to tell you no so you this opportunity to walk away.
He grabs your wrist pulling you into him. “I am not letting you go again.” His other hand brushes away the strands of hair that come flying into your face as the wind picks up. “Do you hear me?”
You switch between his two eyes, seeing if he’s being serious or not.
“I think the first time I was too scared to let you in even though I already had, and I thought breaking up was better than us trying to make it work because I missed out on a lot of things,” his voice slowly becoming lower and lower towards the end.
You can’t fight the urge to hide your runny nose or your tears, but you could care less to wipe away the tears trickling down your cheeks and sniffle. “Yeah, you did.”
“I wasn’t there for you, and you needed me.”
“I didn’t need you-”
“That’s my fault, you’re right. You didn’t need me, but I think we both know it would have been easier if I was there to help. I mean, I wouldn’t have been much help, but I could have definitely taken Lilah out for ice cream after school or something.”
“Oh, yeah. Load her up either sugar. Grade A parenting, Jake.”
His lips tug upwards into his soft, boyish smile that he only reserves for you. “I want to be there for you. Anything and everything, all of it.”
“Ja-”
He shushes you. “Just kiss me, please?”
You roll your eyes, “I was going to say when did you become such a sappy guy, but you ruined it.”
He leans forward pressing his forehead against yours. His breath hitting your skin as a chuckle slips past his toothy grin. “You love it when I beg you.”
“I don’t know. My tastes have changed,” you shrug.
“Bullshit they have.”
“My, my. You’ve got quite the potty mouth on you-”
“Just shut up and kiss already.”
Your heads snap over at the door, seeing Natasha’s head sticking out of the doorway.
You groan, hiding your head into his chest.
“I swear if two don’t- no, let go- no-”
“She’s gonna take a five-minute break,” Bob tells you before closing the door.
“And you said, I ruined the mood.”
“Oh, shut up,” you giggle, enjoying the warmth emanating from him.
“You know you never told me, yes or no.”
“To what?”
“To me.”
You pull back, leaving enough space so when either one of you leans in, the other isn’t too far. “Oh, I didn’t.”
He narrows his eyes. “No, you didn’t, and you know that.”
“I guess you’re right.” You tilt your chin up, waiting to see his next move.
“Hey guys.”
“Why are you out here, Chicken?” Jake asks, keeping his gaze on you.
“Oh, you know, just enjoying the... scenery. Have either of you ever watched the way the moon just reflects off the water.”
Neither of you turn your heads.
“Because you should.”
You two do as he suggests, not realizing that he moves closer.
You turn back to look at Bradley with furrowed brows. “That wasn’t much different than other nights.”
He shrugs, “guess you’re right.”
Jake moves back to his previous position.
Before either of you two can understand what’s happening, you’re kissing Jake and you start chuckling when you hear the mustached man whine for the others to let him in.
“You find that funny, sweetheart.”
“Little bit.”
“Maybe I can do this to distract you.”
“Are you jealous?” You mumble against his lips.
He pulls back, resting his chin on top of your head, enjoying this moment. “As I’ve I’d ever be jealous of Chicken. He doesn’t have what I have.”
“And what’s that?”
“The best thing I could have asked for.”
You groan into his shoulder, trying to hold it together.
“What’s that sound for?”
You unwrap your arms from his waist to hold his cheeks. “Why are you so cute?”
“I’m not cute,” he pouts.
“Yes, you are.” A mischievous grin spreads across your lips. “You’re my cutie pie.”
He shakes his head, “no. Get off me.”
“You know I’m joking. Don’t be mean.”
“I’m not mean.”
“Well, you’re not being very good.”
“You’re lying. I’m good, I’m very good and we both know it.”
“You’re not making this moment any sweeter.”
“I’m making it so sweet; Baby on Board is gonna get his firs cavity.”
“Why are you still being so competitive? You’ve got me.”
“This is just something you’re gonna have to get used to, sweetheart.”
You let out a fake deep sigh, “guess I am.”
He grins, pecking your lips. “I win.”
“Moment ruined.” You shove him away from you only to be pulled back into his embrace.
“Not so fast.”
-
“Can you two tease each other later and come back in to play pool?” Natasha asks, pulling you away from Jake.
You glance back over your shoulder, giggling back at him.
He stands behind you as you wait for Mickey to take his shot. “You know what I realized,” he whispers in your ear.
“What?”
“You’re the future Mrs. Bagman.”
“What makes you think I’d be the one taking your callsign?”
“Sweetheart, do I seem like the type people would call angel?”
“Yes.” You spin around, placing a hand on his chest keeping yourself from losing your balance.
“Really? Who?”
“Me. You’re my little angel baby.”
The corner of is lips tugs upwards, you still remember your guys’ song, and the one that just so happens to be playing at this exact moment.
“And, we’d have to be engaged for that to happen but before that comes boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Did that confession and kiss out there make you think I wanted to be your best friend or something?”
“You didn’t ask me.”
“Oh, sweetheart, there’s no one else I’m kissing tonight or any other night but you.”
You squint your eyes at him.
“I see the looks you’re giving me and I’m gonna confess another one of my truths to you,” he leans down, his lips a mere few centimeters from your ear, his breath hitting your skin causes goosebumps to rise on your skin. “When we were together officially and unofficially the first time, you were the only one I ever kissed.”
“I was?”
“Yep. It’s your turn.”
You don’t know how you one the game after hearing that but when you shot the last ball into the corner pocket and looked up, you realized how you did and you don’t hold back the smile that stretches your lips wide from corner to corner as you look at Jake, who walks towards you, a sense of pride in his eyes.
His hand cups your cheek as he pulls you in for a deep, long kiss, earning sounds whooping and hollering combined with the sounds of fake disgust.
Neither of you cared what was going on around you as you enjoyed the others embrace.
When he pulls away to catch his breath, you tell him, “guess I’m good too.”
He smirks, “finally, I get someone worthy enough to be called my competition.”
“Don’t get cheeky with me, Hangman.”
“Say it again.”
You peck his lips, “keep it in your pants, Jake. It’s your turn to play now,” you hold the pool cue out for him to take.
He shakes his head as he takes it, heading over towards the table Bradley is playing at.
-
“I can’t believe you’re with Bagman.”
You grin at her, taking a sip of Jake’s drink. “I know.”
“But I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you. You spot the brunette eyeing you in the corner by the jukebox?”
“No, thanks for the heads up. Don’t wait for me.”
“Oh, believe me. I know the way you work, and I won’t, Phoxy.”
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SWEET NOTHING — NICO HISCHIER
nico hischier x fem!reader
part of the Midnights Fic List
summary: in which y/n has a bad day and her boyfriend, Nico, makes it better.
specific lyrics: “i find myself running home to your sweet nothings.” and “you’re in the kitchen humming.”
notes: happy valentine’s day! i wasn’t gonna post this one until thursday but, decided this would work better for valentines than the one i originally planned to post today! this one is a short blurb because i wanted something simple and sweet
this has quite possibly been the worst day. my alarm went off late so i had to rush to get ready this morning, the line at starbucks was so long that i was late for work, then my skirt got stuck in the door when i got out of my car and it caused me to spill my iced coffee down the front of me, i got berated by my boss for not seeing her email at two in the morning last night telling me to finish my presentation that wasn’t originally supposed to be done until next week, my lunch order was messed up, then my car wouldn’t start when i was leaving work and i had to have a coworker jumpstart it.
you could definitely say that i was ready to be home. arriving home, i find the front door unlocked, which brings a small smile to my face knowing that my boyfriend is back from his road game. i open the door, hanging my purse up on the hook near the door. i slip off my shoes, and drop my keys on the table in the entrance hallway while listening for Nico. i hear some clattering in the kitchen and make my way down the hallway, finding my boyfriend cooking dinner and humming to himself. i stand there, just admiring him for a while, wondering how i got so lucky.
“hello, baby!” he says when he turns away from the stove, finding me watching him. a grin is spread across his face at the sight of me and it makes my heart flutter.
“hi, handsome.” i walk over to him, winding my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest.
“how was your day?” he asks and i just let out a heavy sigh. “not good?”
“it was horrible.” i go on to explain to him everything that happened today. the stress of the overall day rushing back over me, making tears prick at the backs of my eyes.
“hey, look at me.” he cups my face with his hands, forcing my eyes to look into his. “it was just a bad day. you’ve made it through them before, and you made it through this one. tomorrow is a new day. and the good news is, i highly doubt it can be any worse than today.”
i let out a weak laugh and nod.
“i’m gonna finish up dinner. why don’t you take a nice hot shower, and then we can watch a movie while we eat. and then afterwards, we can cuddle in bed and you can tell me what you did while i was away.” he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and presses a light kiss to my forehead and it makes me a mile.
“thank you, Nic.” i lean up on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips before slipping away to get in the shower.
it’s amazing how quickly a bad day can turn around just from spending five minutes with him.
#nico hischier#nico hischier imagine#nico hischier x reader#nhl fic#nhl imagine#nj devils#faithlynn’s writings <3#midnights fic list#babydollmarauders
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The Playlist: Track Four
Allie? Posting? Before? Midnight? Insane.
Y'all enjoy!
Track Three > Track Four > Track Five
Dress
“We’re going out tonight.” The most annoying one of your friends, Damien, says bursting into your apartment.
“We are doing what?” You glared at him from over the back of the couch. He only hums before moving into your fridge to find a snack. “Well, what if i don’t want to do that?” Damien looks towards you and rolls his eyes.
“You want to,” He jumps over the back of the couch, landing next to you. “You’ve been so wound up since you got back from New York.” You flush lightly at the mention of the city, remembering how Schlatt kissed you and then didn’t stop until you two got home. “See,” He yells. “So tense, you’re coming tonight.” You only scoff and nestle deeper into the couch. Damien groans from beside you. Your phone buzzes on the table.
Schlatt: Are you going tonight? I will if you do.
A smile spreads across your face.
“The group is going?” You ask Damien and you see him smile.
“If I say ‘yes,’ does that mean you’ll go?”
“What time are we leaving?” You ask and Damien jumps from the couch with an excited ‘hell yeah’. You send Schlatt a quick confirmation.
“We meet everyone there in about two hours.” You gasp and rush to your room, worrying if you’ll have enough time to get ready.
The two hours of scrabbling are just enough time for you to get ready and meet Damien, Schlatt, and two of your other friends down at the Tequila House, a club in the city.
The smell of sweat and alcohol seems seeped into the walls as you all walk in. Everyone’s first stop is the bar and you all push back a shot before ordering your own drinks to sip on.
Our secret moments in a crowded room, They got no idea about me and you
Schlatt and you both stand at the bar, watching as your friends saunter over to the dance floor.
“You look gorgeous,” Schlatt says from beside you. You look at him, but he’s focused on the dance floor.
“Thank you,” you mumble. You take a sip from your drink. You watch Schlatt study the dance floor one more time before he leans down and kisses you.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you in this little number here,” He says rubbing your back. You flush at his brazen actions.
His hand suddenly leaves your back and you see Damien walk up to you guys.
“Downstairs is an enormous floor. Come on you two.” He says before grabbing your hand and pulling you to follow him. You glance at Schlatt and send him a huge smile, mimicking his own.
Down stairs is a dark dance floor, hazy from a fog machine, and lit by TVs playing music videos and neon laser lights synced to the music. Your entire group is dancing in a huddle, laughing and singing along to the music deafening you. From across the group, Schlatt is just staring at you. Watching as your hips sway and your body moves in tandem. You meet his eyes and bite your lip and show off just a little harder. His jaw tensed. Schlatt flexes his hand, unknowingly to you. All he wants to do is pull you into him.
All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting
The silent battle between you and Schlatt finally stops as everyone breaks to get more drinks, or to dance with a guy in Damien’s case. Schlatt pulls you close to him, and you feel his erection pressing through his pants.
“See what you do to me?” He says in your ear. You smirk up at him and grind your ass into him. He grabs your hips and pulls you against him.
Say my name and everything just stops, I don’t want you like a best friend
“Y/n,” he groans. “Do you feel what you do to me?” You nod and pull him down to your mouth. You groan as his tongue parts your lips. His hands stay on your hips, grinding against you in time to the music.
“Schlatt,” he hums in your ear. “Friends don’t act like this.” You feel him nod against you before kissing down your neck. He sucks lightly on it and you moan lightly.
“Are you okay with this?” He mumbles into your skin, and you nod. “Then tonight, let’s not be friends.”
“Take me home?” Schlatt only smirks at you. “Find Damien and let him know you left. I’ll call a cab.” You nod and he kisses you before sending you on your way with a light smack on your ass.
You wound your way through the crowd before finding Damien outside, making out with the guy he left to go dance with.
“Sorry to interrupt,” you say, clearing your throat. Damien looks up at you and smirks.
“What is that on your neck?” He exclaims. You smirk.
“My reason for interrupting, I’m leaving.” Damien only laughs and mutters a ‘give ‘em hell tiger’ before continuing with his piece.
You go upstairs and find Schlatt waiting for you by the door. He smiles when he sees you.
“Ready?” You nod, and he opens the door for you and walking you to the cab.
In the cab, you give the driver your address as Schlatt climbs in beside you. The driver makes his way through the streets and you feel Schlatt’s hand rest on your thigh. He traces patterns starting at the top but slowly letting his fingers wander further inward. You press your lips together, trying to suppress your smile, and glance at Schlatt who is smirking but looking out the window. His hands move further up your leg and you shift in the seat, letting your legs spread a little wider. Schlatt’s middle finger ghosts over your center not enough pressure for you to get any satisfaction but enough to know that he is there. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your heart beat. The car suddenly stops, causing Schlatt’s finger to press against you. A gasp escapes your mouth and embarrassment floods your veins.
“We’re here,” the driver says. “That will be $15.75.” Schlatt is to busy laughing at you to notice how ridiculous that is for a ten-minute ride.
You pull your house keys from your bag, hands shaking as Schlatt kisses and sucking at your neck. Eventually you get the door open, letting him inside. The second the door closes behind you both, Schlatt has your back pressed against it, and he kisses you. He pushes the hem of your dress up, bunching it at your hips.
As he looks down, he sees pretty black lace waiting for him to tear into.
“Are these for me?”
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
You flush slightly, getting caught.
“I may have had ulterior motives for tonight.” Schlatt groans in appreciation before moving to kneel at your feet. He runs his hands up and down your legs, his thumbs ghosting over where you want him most.
“This is okay, right?” He asks gently. You nod.
“Just let me take my shoes-”
“No,” He exclaims. “Leave them on.” Schlatt smirks and pulls down your underwear, letting you step out of them before moving your thigh onto his shoulder. He kisses up the thigh that lies on his shoulder.
“Doll, you do not know how long I’ve dreamed about doing this.” You go to respond but he licks a stripe from your slit all the way up, causing you to shudder on top of him. He stays there licking and sucking on your clit while his hands kneed your thighs. You brace yourself against the door, not fully trusting that your legs would keep you upright. One of his hands moves up, pressing into you as his mouth stays on your clit. One finger working you open, thrusting into the opposite of his tongue, licking you. As your moans grow louder as one finger is replaced by two and his speed increases.
“Come on, pretty thing, you can do it.”
As he mumbles this into your skin, something snaps in your stomach. You cum all over his mouth and fingers drenching both in your slick. Schlatt works you through your high, before unstrapping the heels off of your feet, then standing up. You pull him down to your mouth, kissing the slick of his lips. He lets out a groan.
“Can I show you the bedroom?” You say, pulling away from him. His brown eyes are almost black from lust. He nods and you lead him to your room.
You both enter and he kisses you again. This time, while he does, he unzips the back of your dress. He steps back as the dress falls to the floor at your feet. He lets out a noise of enjoyment as he sees your almost naked body. His hands trace your hips before moving up your back, trying to unhook your bra. You giggle slightly before reaching behind you and unclasping it with practiced ease.
“I’m going to learn how to do that.” He promises.
“Oh, yeah?” You taunt. Schlatt only kisses you again. You put your hands under his shirt, pushing it up, signalling that you want it off. Schlatt complies, pulling the article off. He pulls his shoes off before unbuttoning his pants.
After he pushes both his pants and underwear down, he pushes you onto the bed and crawls over you.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” You nod and Schlatt kisses you as he pushes into you. You both moan at the feeling. He stays still until you signal that his stretch feels good enough for him to move.
He moves in and out of you before you wrap a leg around his waist, letting him hit deeper into you. The both of you are all moans and pants as Schlatt moves his thumb in small circles on your clit. Your orgasm catches the both of you off guard. Your tight walls causes Schlatts thrusts to falter as he pulls out and cums over your thighs and stomach.
“Shit, sorry.” Without thinking, he uses his shirt to clean you up. “Shit.”
You laugh at his struggling, which causes him to laugh from the slight embarrassment.
“You can wash it here,” you say, extending a hand for him to give you the shirt. “I’ll put it in the laundry for you.”
“I’ll leave after that, I promise.” He says with a slight disappointment in his tone. You watch as he pulls up his pants.
“You could stay,” you whisper. Schlatt stops fiddling with his clothes. “I want you to stay.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
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Hey girl!! I’m so happy for your milestone! You deserve it! You’re writing is incredible and you’re an amazing person. I look forward to your posts and writing all the time! Can’t wait to continue reading your work!
I have been debating song lyrics since you posted about the bar opening because of course I’m gonna order a margarita on the rocks with Frank! Bet you’re surprised about that one 😂
So I’m ordering a margarita on the rocks and I hope to meet Frank there, and in my little world, “Holding Out for a Hero” is playing in the background. I’m partial to the lyrics “I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night/he’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast/and he’s gotta be fresh from the fight”
I might order a few more drinks. 😏Let’s get this party started!! 🍹🍺🍾
my lovely meg,
I think you give me far too much credit, so I need to confess that while writing this, I forgot the word for hourglass and literally had to google "sand glass thing you turn over time". so maybe humble me a bit. 😬
thank you so much for always being so sweet. frankie's got your margarita on the rocks at the end of the bar waiting for you. 😏
as a reminder: margarita on the rocks means it's spicy (minors dni)!
blurb below the cut
holding out for a hero
he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
Your knee bounced anxiously up and down as you sat perched on the edge of the couch, eyes continuously darting over towards the clock on the wall.
11:47pm.
Frank was supposed to come home today. You spoke to him this morning, and he was in the process of packing his limited belongings he’d brought to the motel he was staying at. He promised he was coming home to you today.
“Be on the road in ‘bout ten minutes, should be there in a couple hours. Can’t wait to see ya, sweetheart.”
That was this morning, and it was almost midnight. When Frank didn’t show up by the afternoon, you’d called him, but his phone went straight to voicemail. You tried not to freak out about that, but the more you kept getting greeted by an automated message instead of his familiar gruff voice, panic began to spread through your lungs like air stretching out a balloon.
You’d lost track of how many times you had called him. How many hysteric voicemails and frantic messages you had left him. You were on the verge of breaking down and reaching out to Madani to demand an all out manhunt to find him. This wasn’t like Frank. He always checked in with you if he was going to be late, even by a minute. He knew how much you worried when he was away, and he did everything he could to put your mind at ease.
It was hard not to let your mind wander to the worst possible case scenarios. The fact that Frank Castle was still alive and kicking despite all of the numerous times he should have died already was a goddamn miracle. You can only cheat Death so many times before Death decides to retaliate. What if his stubborn luck had finally run out? What if the last grain of sand had slipped past his hourglass, and you weren’t there to catch it?
Before you could spiral any further, the sound of a lock turning caught your attention, and you were rushing towards the front door. Just as you reached the threshold, Frank was closing the door behind him, and he paused to stare at you when he caught the look on your face. You must have looked like an absolute wreck; hair a tangled mess from running your fingers through it anxiously, nose glowing red from intermittent breakdowns, eyes glassy with tears and fears of the unknown. A soft gasp emitted from your lips when you took him in.
Frank’s hair was disheveled and sweat glistened across his forehead and down the column of his throat. There were fresh cuts actively bleeding above his right eyebrow, across his large nose, and you caught the flash of white gauze beneath the sleeve of his henley on his left arm. Even in the dim light you could see a fresh patch of violet blooming underneath his left eye, just along the crest of his sharp cheekbone. The movement of his hand caught your attention, and you watched as he pulled his phone from his pocket to show you the completely shattered screen and-wait, was that a bullet lodged in the middle?
Frank grunted quietly as he motioned his head towards the demolished phone.
“Sorry I didn’t call, baby. Ran into a little trouble, and this goddamn thing got blown to bits.”
Once your nerves started to dissipate and you realized Frank wasn’t a cruel trick of your imagination, you rushed forward to cup his face gently in your hands, a fresh wave of tears approaching the shore of your waterline.
“Jesus, Frank. What the hell happened?”
“Nothin’ I couldn’t handle.”
For a moment all you could do was close your eyes and let your forehead rest against Frank’s broad chest, deeply inhaling his scent and gripping onto the collar of his shirt to ground yourself.
Frank was home. Frank was okay. Frank was alive.
“I was…I was so-”
Your voice broke off towards the end in a choked sob, and Frank moved his hands from your hips to wrap tightly around your waist, hugging you tightly into his chest as he peppered kisses into your hair.
“Hey, I’m alright. I can take a lot, you know that. Always come home to you, don’t I?”
“I thought…I thought-”
“Hey, shh shh shh. C’mere, baby.”
Frank lightly grasped your face in his large hand, tipping your head back gently to press his lips delicately to yours. Tears slipped down your cheeks in pure relief, but Frank simply swallowed them as he kissed you even deeper, holding you as close to his body as he could. You weren’t sure if it was the pure adrenaline coursing through his blood or the physical reassurance your body craved to make up for all those hours of helpless mania, but both of you seemed to silently understand exactly what you needed from each other in that moment.
Bending down slightly to wrap his arm around your waist, Frank abruptly lifted you up into his arms as you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, grabbing onto the back of his neck while slipping your tongue into his mouth with a content hum. He blindly walked you both backwards until you bumped into the kitchen table, setting you down on the surface as his large hands tore your shirt over your head as yours fumbled with the buckle of his belt. The second he slipped your panties past your ankles, Frank spit into his palm and slipped it between your thighs, warming you up with his thick fingers while your hand slipped past his jeans and into his boxers to wrap your hand around his eager cock.
Not a word needed to be spoken in that moment. You needed to feel that Frank was here with you, and Frank needed to show you how much he missed you.
The delicious sting of your walls accommodating his thick cock lulled you into a calm sense of serenity as he locked his arms around your body like unbreakable chains.
Frank was home. Frank was okay. Frank was alive.
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Man After Midnight Ch. 3
Rich Mans World Series | Chapter 2 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings
Weeks had passed and you’d finally got into physical therapy, which you were doing well in, two broken legs weren’t the easiest things to learn how to walk again on. Chris would watch you from afar, but it never went past that. He would always be on his phone, talking to someone, about what was something you weren’t privileged to know, unless it had to do with the house. After discussing things with Chris, he told you he had a surprise planned for you.
Chris always made sure you had fresh flowers, the most comfortable pajamas or lounge wear, whichever you preferred and there were always two men, whom you’d never met before, posted within 10 feet of you at all times. You’d tried to ask Chris about it but he would nod to you and mumble something about ‘give him a minute’ then he’d disappear.
You had one final surgery to go through, you’d told Chris about it but he’d left that morning, stating he’d be back before you went back. But he didn’t come back. In fact, you’d asked the nurses to wait an extra five minutes for him, and when the five minutes was up, he still hadn’t shown up, the nurse didn’t miss the tear that slipped from your eye as they wheeled you to the operating room.
When Chris did show back up, your room was empty. He sighed rubbing his face, he felt bad, he had tried to get away from the meeting he’d called back truth be told without Sebastian around, things were falling apart a little. “How’s Y/N?” a soft voice called out from behind him. Turning, Chris laid eyes on Jamie, one of your friends, the only one to ever hit on him and give him her number. “She’s in surgery, I was about to go check with the nurses and see how it was going.” Chris said, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Okay, well, afterwards do you want to go get some lunch in the cafeteria? I’m sure it’ll be a while before she gets out.” Jamie said with a soft smile.
Chris was leery of her; what was her ultimate goal here? Was she trying to seduce him? She was too happy to be around him, most people coward away from him due to his body language but, to Jamie, it only seemed to draw her in more. “Jamie, listen, that’s nice of you, but I don’t think that’ll be necessary. I really need to stay close in case something happens with Y/N,” he told her.
Jamie nodded and walked closer, putting a hand on his bicep. “I get it, but you still need to take care of yourself, in order to take care of her.” she said softly. “Come on, just lunch, maybe we can talk about what happened with her,” Jamie went to wrap an arm around his waist but Chris shoved her back. “Enough. Stay away from me, and more importantly, Stay away from my wife.” he snapped glaring at her. Jamie watched him walk away unknowing that she had just possibly exposed herself to him. She sighed, pulling out her cell phone as she turned walking away. “Hey, it’s me, I couldn’t get him away. What do you want me to do now?”
Chris walked over to one of his men and looked at him before looking around. “You find out every piece of information you can on Jamie Walker, I want to know everything about her and what she’s up to.” he headed to the nurses station afterwards and tried to speak to several of them. “I’m trying to find out about my wife!” he raised his voice, causing a nurse to stop and look up at him. “Im sorry sir we have an emergency in the OR at the moment, someone will come find you whenever we can.” she said before she rushed off.
Chris stared toward the doors leading to the operating rooms with a deep rooted fear in his chest. He just might lose you after all.
As the day dragged on, no one was able to tell Chris anything, which had him climbing the walls. He was walking toward the nurses station, ready to tell them all off and demand to know what was going on with you. Just as he approached the nurses desk, a man called out your name. “Y/N Evans, is there someone here for Y/N Evans?” It was your doctor. “I'm her husband, is she okay?” he asked, walking over quickly. “Let’s step in here and discuss the surgery Mr. Evans,” the doctor led him into a room closed off from the waiting room. Stale air and depression filled the room. Was this it? Was he going to tell Chris the old line “I'm sorry Mr. Evans we did everything we could to save her,” or maybe he’ll give it straight, “I hate to tell you she passed away on the table.” Chris dug his nails into his palms while anxiously waiting.
Finally the doctor stepped back into the room and nodded at Chris. “Sorry about that, I had some things printed for you in regards to Y/N,” he laid out some images from your surgery. “These are some of the things we fixed in her arm, we added these screws, this plate, she’ll need another surgery to remove all that once she’s completely healed though.” he said as Chris examined each image. He looked up at the doctor and sat back, “So my wife is fine? I’ve been trying to find out information on her all day and was told there was an emergency and that no one could tell me anything! When can I see her?” he asked with irritation all over his face.
Your surgeon looked at him and sighed, “I’m sorry for the day long of worry Mr. Evans, We had another patient unfortunately pass away on another operating table today. a 24 week pregnant girl was in a car wreck, while trying to save her life, she passed away. Your wife is fine, you can follow me back to recovery and you can see her.” he said standing up. Chris stood up and towered over him. “Thank you for being straightforward with me. I appreciate that, I know where recovery is though, but thank you again.” he took the folder from the doctor and walked out of the room, down to recovery, and didn’t stop until he saw you.
You were still sound asleep, your vitals looked great, and Chris couldn’t help but to smile a little seeing the black overlay on your cast. He sat beside you, gently holding your hand with a smile on his face.
-Flashback-
“Why black? I mean, sure it's timeless, but you’re so beautiful in pinks, blues, and reds, and literally almost any other color.” Maries voice came from your office as Chris walked past. The door was cracked and he didn’t, nor was he willing to admit it, but he desperately wanted to know what was going on. Your voice stopped him in his tracks. “I know, but Chris loves the color black, plus it goes with anything. Plus, the day I finally get to wear this for him, maybe he’ll love me….”
It seemed he was only good at one thing anymore, and that’s breaking your heart. But that’s all going to change, he would make sure of it. Chris wanted to make sure you had the best life, for his best girl. He leaned down and gently kissed your fingers, “I promise you life will be so much better,” he whispered. “Yeah?” your voice croaked out. Your eyes were barely open, and you kept lazily blinking them, no doubt the effect of the medications you had been given. “Hey baby girl, how are you feeling?” he whispered, reaching up to brush some hair back behind your ear. “I’m thirsty, and hungry,” you whispered as he smiled and nodded. “I bet, here,” he pushed the call button for a nurse to come help you.
Chris watched as the nurse came in and checked your vitals, talked to you for a few moments before she went and brought you some ice water. “I’ll be back to check on her shortly, once she wakes up more, we’ll put some applesauce or puddy in her belly and see how we do with that before we do any heavy foods? Sounds good?” she smiled down at you before looking over at Chris who nodded. “Sounds great, Thank you,” he helped you get a drink of water before he covered you up a little better and smiled down at you brushing the hair out of your face. “I’m so glad you’re okay sweetheart.”
As more weeks passed by you were finally released from the hospital, and after voicing your opinion to Chris about what the house should look like you were very surprised when Anthony pulled up on your street, driving toward what would have been your home. “Chris, where are we going?” He just smiled at you, bringing your fingers to his lips and kissing them gently. “It’s a surprise for you,” he said grinning. You felt yourself smiling back at him as he grinned.
When Anthony turned the corner, there at the end of the street, was a beautiful gated house. Your eyes widened slightly and you looked over at Chris. “Welcome home baby,” he kissed your hand.
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Welcome back to [Not Quite] Midnight Meditations, although tonight, we are surprisingly more or less on time (as long as the clock still says 12 I'm counting it as on time), where I share segments from the darker corners of my flash drive. As stated before, these are all ideas that held my interest for a bit but were left unfinished for one reason or another. It is very unlikely that they will ever be fully fleshed out, but I figured it would be fun to share them.
Continuing in order from the last post, tonight's segment is Digimon again. This one is based firmly in Gen 2 and is yet another Davis-centric fic, but the concept this time is that he turns evil.
I do remember enjoying the concept of evil Davis when I wrote this (and I will admit the idea still holds some appeal even now), but I also remember being rather put off by the execution of many of the fics I read that pursued this plot. A lot of them had everyone suddenly turn on him because of one small mistake, or he decided he was tired of being "second best" to TK. That always felt sort of lackluster and unrealistic to me, so I tried my own spin on it.
This idea didn't get as much attention as the last one, so it's considerably shorter, but I feel like it sets the mood for what could have been the rest of the story rather well. Anyway, I won't keep you any longer, so here it is.
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"I-…I think something's wrong with me."
"…Wrong how?"
"I've been hearing voices."
Ken rushed through the forest, the others hot on his heels, adrenaline pushing them past their normal limits. Inwardly, he was berating himself. He and Davis had both considered this possibility, no matter how reluctantly on his part, but Ken thought they might have had more time- that it might not happen because it was so unlikely…
Ken stiffened slightly while Davis grinned weakly. "Yeah, that's what I've been thinking too."
"…How long?"
"About a month now. It wasn't so bad at first- I thought it might have just been the late hours mixed with my imagination…but now…" Davis gave a deep, exhausted sigh. "I'm worried, Ken."
So he had ignored the warnings. He brushed off Davis's increasing weariness, his growing paranoia and jumpiness at the slightest things, and his increasingly frequent concerns that something serious was at work.
"We can't be sure that it's something to worry about yet," he countered a bit fearfully. "Maybe you just watched too many horror-"
"Ken. That's not it and you know it."
Davis's smile was so full of sadness and understanding that it made Ken tear up even while filling him with fury.
He had ignored it when Davis had started growing easily irritated and distant as well, although that wasn't the case with the others, who had finally caught on that something was happening. Not that they could have done anything by that point- the confrontation between TK and Davis was still a painful subject for all of them.
There was no ignoring it anymore.
"You're wrong! The dark spores were destroyed! There's no way for them to be affecting you!"
"Ken-"
"Don't! I don't want to hear it!"
Tai was the one who had found the letter.
It was as if Davis had known all along that Ken would never find the strength to admit that he was slowly losing his friend. Perhaps, in a moment of clarity, Davis had realized that it was something that they wouldn't be able to fix in time and wished to explain. Whatever the reason, he had somehow managed to sneak the letter into Tai's home and hid it away in Kari's scrapbook.
Davis went missing the very next day.
A long, tense silence fell. It was the sort of silence they hadn't felt between them since the early days of their friendship. After what felt like forever, Davis sighed and stood up.
"I need to head home. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Sure."
He nodded and went toward the door, pausing once it opened. "…Just promise me you'll think about it."
Davis was gone before he could answer. Then again, he doubted he would have been able to.
Now, they had finally gotten a reading on their leader's digivice…but he was afraid of what they would find.
Every day, the digital world seemed to grow just a little bit darker. Any digimon that weren't at Ultimate level or higher would stay hidden, and there were whispers…
"Ken?"
The tentative voice brought him out of his thoughts. The others were looking at him in concern, but he couldn't bring himself to even pretend to be all right.
"It'll be okay, Ken," Kari tried to assure him, although the way her brows were furrowed betrayed her worry. "We'll get him back."
"Yeah," TK agreed. "Davis is tough. I'm sure he's fighting whatever's possessing him with everything he's got."
"You don't understand," he whispered, not caring at how his voice cracked. "He'd been fighting it for almost a year before he disappeared. The thing about darkness is its subtlety. It waits for the best times to strike, and it always goes for your weak spots. It's amazing that he's lasted this long, but even Davis isn't invincible. One slip is all the darkness needs, and then you're overwhelmed…"
"I hate to say this, but Ken's right," Matt cut in, expression solemn. "We've all encountered darkness in some way, and we all gave into it eventually. It's a testament to Davis that he held it off as long as he did, but we have to face the fact that when we see him, he won't be himself."
"You saw the changes," Tai added grimly. "The Davis we know would never act that way. All we can do is fight and hope we can reach him like he reached Ken."
Hesitantly, they nodded.
Still, they weren't prepared for how much their friend had changed.
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