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roosterforme · 1 year

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Right Girl, Wrong Time Part 1 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Beer Boy and Sugar may have spent years apart, but their ten year college reunion proves they have always been part of the same equation.

Warnings: Fluff, swears, and angst. Eventual smut. 18+ only

Length: 3100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a sequel to accompany my story Old Habits Die Hard (you'll want to read that one first)!

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It was kind of funny to you when you thought about it. Everyone from your graduating class was flooding back to the University of Virginia for your class reunion, but you'd been here pretty much every single day for the past six years.

You hadn't planned on ending up right back where you started after graduating from the University of Chicago with your PhD, but things never usually went as you planned.

"Big ten year reunion for you tomorrow night," said Veronica, your closest friend from work. "Are you excited?" You and she were sitting at a small table in a trendy bar near campus.

You just shrugged and swirled the last sip of your beer around in your pint glass. "Honestly? Not really. I haven't kept in contact with that many people I graduated with, and I probably wouldn't be going if I wasn't already living in town."

You pictured your cute rental house with the crooked fence and crumbling front step. It was only a few blocks from where you had lived your senior year.

"I'm sure you'll have fun!" Veronica said with a grin. "And if everyone sucks, you can rub it in that you have your PhD from one of the most prestigious programs in the country. And that you were published in Mathematics of Tomorrow when you were only twenty two."

You laughed. "I think you are overestimating how many people I plan on talking to. Maybe I'll see someone I know, but I'm just going for the free drinks and dinner, and then heading home."

"Yeah, you better head home early! Head home and make a decision for the fall! You are the only person I know who has ever been offered a tenure track at six colleges at once!"

You just waved your hand. "I have it narrowed down to Miami and San Diego. The other offers were kind of bogus, to be honest."

"Either way, you'll be somewhere warmer than Chicago," Veronica said with a shrug.

"I will cheers to that," you said, tipping your nearly empty pint of beer to her nearly empty glass of chardonnay. "Now, I need to run home before I meet this guy John for a second date."

Veronica made a face and shook her head. "That's the most generic name ever. And he sounded boring when you described him."

You just sighed. "Well, he was boring, but giving someone a second chance never hurt anyone."

You waved down your waiter for the check and handed him cash for the drinks.

"Want to walk out with me?" Veronica asked, checking the time.

"You go ahead, I'm going to use the ladies' room before I head out. See you on Monday?"

"I can't wait to hear all about your class reunion!"

You just shook your head and waved over your shoulder as you went to use the restroom. When you finished washing your hands, you glanced in the mirror. You were having such a good hair and makeup day, it was almost a given that you'd look like a clown or a wet dog for the reunion tomorrow night.

You straightened out your short, blue dress and headed for the bar exit. You ducked past a server who was carrying a tray of drinks, almost bumping some of the patrons seated at the bar in the process.

But as you walked past the guy sitting on the end, you slowed down a little bit. Even from behind, you knew he was going to be handsome. He had broad shoulders and thick, wavy brown hair. Just what you liked.

Just what you'd loved, actually. Since college.

You tucked your hair behind your ear and glanced at him as you turned toward the door, but you stopped dead in your tracks.

The scars. You knew those scars by heart. You'd touched his cheek and his neck so many times, you'd be able to describe them in your sleep. You'd thought about his face more than you should have. You'd thought about his body next to yours. You'd imagined what could have been.

But now Bradley Bradshaw was right in front of you, leaning his forearms against the bar and watching sports highlights while he played with the label on his beer bottle.

Only now he was all grown up.

"Beer Boy?" you asked softly, and he spun in his seat to face you so quickly it made you smile.

He just gaped at you, his eyes softly searching your face and dipping down as far as your neck before he licked his lips and grinned.

"Sugar."

Your belly swooped, and you were afraid you actually gasped out loud. His voice was even deeper than you remembered. You took a step closer to him, and his grin lit up his eyes. God, you could remember everything with him. Every bittersweet feeling came flooding back.

"I can't believe it's you." A giggle escaped your lips as you spoke, and his grin faltered a bit as his eyes landed on your lips.

He had a mustache now, and his hair was a little shorter than it was ten years ago. And he was so big and impossibly handsome.

"It's me," he said, his eyes flicking back up to yours. "And I guess you really are Doctor Sugar now?"

"Yes," you said before you bit your lip, remembering how many times he had called you that.

He shook his head, and that crooked grin was back. "Chicago was lucky to have you."

You felt your cheeks grow warm as his eyes roamed your face. He looked good. He looked so fucking good.

"You're still in the Navy?" you managed to ask as you inched ever closer to him. He turned his stool a little more to face you, his legs splayed apart with one hand resting on his thigh.

"Yeah," he confirmed. "I'm Lieutenant Bradshaw these days."

You looked him up and down in his fitted pants and black tee shirt that really hugged his chest and biceps. "I can just picture you in your uniform."

When your gaze settled on his face again, you saw hunger there that had you squeezing your thighs gently together.

"I wear a flight suit a lot of the time," he said in the raspiest tone you'd ever heard from him.

You pressed your lips together before you whispered, "You're just so much bigger now. You really filled out."

Part of you recognized that you should be embarrassed at saying that, but it felt like no time had passed at all. It felt like all those years ago you had turned back around, climbed back in bed with him and told him you never wanted to break up, ever.

"Yeah, I guess basic training will do that to a guy," he said casually, but his eyes were making you feel so warm. "Can I buy you a drink, Sugar?"

The fact that nobody had called you Sugar in the past ten years was not lost on you, but nothing had ever felt more right. You had missed him, thought about him frequently, too. Especially during those years you spent in Chicago.

"Yeah," you agreed with a slight nod, praying you weren't about to embarrass yourself. "As long as your girlfriend doesn't mind." He wasn't wearing a ring, but you needed to know for sure.

He just smirked. "Well, yeah, she would have absolutely minded if I was buying drinks for my beautiful ex-girlfriend. But we broke up two months ago, so I'm single."

"I see," you said, trying to bite back your smile, but you knew he was onto you.

"So what are you drinking?" he asked, already raising two fingers toward the bartender to get his attention.

"The good beer," you said softly.

And then Bradley turned toward you with a longing look that reminded you of ten years ago. "You still remember everything, Sugar?" he asked, his brows scrunching together as he took a deep breath and waited for you to answer.

"Everything," you confirmed with a nod.

"Another beer for you?" the bartender asked Bradley before he turned toward you as well.

"Make it two. Please," Bradley confirmed, and you shifted a little closer to him.

When the bartender returned with two bottles, Bradley shifted on his stool to stand.

"Have a seat," he told you, but you placed your hand on his very muscular chest and stopped him.

"No, stay where you are," you told him, pushing him gently back down. When he eased himself back against the stool, you tucked yourself closer so your hip was nudging the inside of his knee. "Is this okay?"

"Yep," he said, quickly grabbing both of the beers and handing you one. "It's okay," he added as his cheeks started to grow pink.

When he shifted around in his seat, his leg rubbed against you, and you needed to start a new conversation to keep from moaning.

"You're in town for the reunion?" you asked quickly.

"Yeah," he confirmed after taking a sip of beer. "I was in Virginia for work. It made sense to try to stop by. Where are you living these days?"

You laughed, and it seemed to make him more comfortable. "Like six streets over. I'm working at UVA."

"No way," he said with another grin. "You're teaching here?"

"Yeah, but only for another couple of weeks. I'm trying to decide between two tenure positions."

"Which schools?" he asked softly, and you couldn't help but think he kept intentionally bumping you with his knee.

"University of Miami and San Diego State."

His eyes went wide as he sucked in a short breath. "That's great," he told you, looking at you in awe now. "I still can't believe you teach math to a bunch twenty year old guys."

"Why not?" you asked with a laugh.

Bradley turned his head to face the bar and took a long drink of beer. He gave you side eye and said, "I would have died if you were my math teacher, Sugar. Trying to teach me calculus, looking like that? Please, I'd have failed the class."

"What? Why?"

"Come on," he said, turning fully back and giving you a playfully annoyed look. "You're just as gorgeous as you were ten years ago. Maybe moreso. I mean...you filled out, too."

Your mouth was hanging open and your heart was pounding erratically.

"But at least your students don't know about your math tattoo. So I guess they don't have it so bad. Me on the other hand? I wouldn't last a minute in your lecture."

"Bradley," you gasped, but he just kept his eyes on you while he finished his beer.

Your phone started vibrating in your clutch purse which you were gripping tightly in your sweaty hand. You set down your beer and pulled it out to see that John had been texting you.

"Shit," you muttered, and Bradley adjusted himself in his seat again, eyes still on you.

"You need to go?" he asked, and it sounded like he was dreading the answer.

"I...just need to send a quick text, actually," you replied, setting your purse down on the bartop and frantically typing back to John. "I'm just going to cancel my plans."

When you lowered your phone and set it down on your purse, he asked you, "Are you seeing someone then?"

"No," you replied quickly. "It was just a second date." You would have canceled plans with anyone to stay here longer.

Bradley's grin was slowly creeping back. "Did you just cancel a date for me?"

You scoffed playfully. "Yeah, but he was boring anyway."

"That'll never do. Not for you. You deserve the best."

You looked at him carefully, letting your palm rest on his knee. "Is that why I had you?"

"Hmm," he hummed teasingly. "I would assume so."

You just stood there for a minute, barely moving at all, except for your fingertips moving against his muscular thigh. "I missed you. When I was in Chicago," you whispered, and he was nodding right away.

"I missed you, too. Had a hard time at first. I thought about you a lot."

"I thought about you all the time," you replied, your heartbeat picking up in tempo again.

Bradley nudged you a little closer with his knee, and you willingly went. "I still think about you sometimes," he whispered.

You sighed softly, and he sat up a little straighter, his face closer to yours. You felt like you could melt against him, if you thought that was a good idea. Which it was not.

A loud group of college students entered the bar and made their way toward the crowded tables, jostling you and bumping your butt in the process. You stepped further into Bradley's personal space to make room, bumping both of his thighs with your hips.

His sharp intake of breath and slow exhale had you meeting his eyes and withdrawing your hand from the top of his thigh.

"No," he told you, grabbing your hand and then gently pressing it where it had been. You looked down and saw you were standing precariously close to him; if you moved your hand just a little bit, it would be on his zipper. "It's okay," he murmured, bringing his hand to your hip.

This felt very good.

"I like your mustache," you told him, blurting out the first idiotic thing that came to your mind. Of course you liked it. He looked great with it. You weren't even aware you actually liked facial hair before this moment.

"Thanks," he said softly, and his eyes grew wider as you brought your other hand up to run your fingers along his mustache. His lips parted, but he didn't move otherwise.

"You couldn't grow one of these in college," you told him with a laugh.

"No," he replied, his lips skimming along your fingertips. "Would have looked ridiculous."

Your soft laughter seemed to spur him on as his huge hand wrapped around your hip and settled on your lower back.

Oh god, you wanted him. So badly. You needed him. You had never stopped feeling this way about Bradley Bradshaw.

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Bradley had often wondered what it would be like to see you again. At first the idea of it haunted him; it was the only thing he wanted, but he figured it was never going to happen.

Then as he got older, thoughts of you would jump into the forefront of his mind when he least expected it. He always figured you were doing everything you wanted to do. He thought you would be married by now. He was absolutely certain you would have found someone better than him.

But you made him better. He grew into a man because of you. Every girlfriend he had since you broke his heart should have honestly written you a thank you letter.

But the crazy thing was, Bradley wasn't surprised in the least that he still felt a connection to you right now. His heart was leaping in his chest, elation pouring through his body.

Your beautiful face was a few inches from his and you were touching his mustache. Your other hand was on his leg, and he couldn't seem to stop himself from guiding you closer with his palm on your lower back. Your gaze was still sharp, and you were just as witty as he remembered. And you were so perfect, he never wanted to stop looking at you.

"Maybe your mustache would have looked ridiculous ten years ago, but it looks good now," you told him. He wanted to kiss you. He thought he was going to, when you added, "You look so handsome."

"You're fucking gorgeous, Sugar," he told you, and he was treated to a radiant smile as your fingers rubbed the end of his mustache and trailed along to the faded scars on his cheek. "You always have been."

You were softly sighing as you examined him.

"You look like you want to ask me something," he told you, and you nodded the tiniest bit.

"Yeah," you confirmed with a soft laugh. "But I'm scared."

"Don't be scared. Just ask." He would be honest with you, no matter what you asked him.

"When you think about me... what do you think about?"

A montage of images rushed through his mind, and he swallowed hard. Your lips parted with a little gasp like you just knew some of his thoughts on the matter were completely filthy.

His cock was getting a little hard as he let his mind settle on the first time he got you off. "I think about that study room, Sugar. And how cute you looked in my bathrobe. And I think about how effortlessly you made me want to change my ways."

Bradley started to close the distance between you, and you cupped his cheek as your lips brushed his in the softest kiss.

"Beer Boy," you whispered, nudging his lips with yours again. But you were already pulling away as he was trying to get closer.

Then you asked, "Do you want to know what comes to my mind when I start thinking about you?"

"Tell me."

You licked your lips before you said, "I think about your Navy desk lamp. And I think about your bedroom door. Nobody else has ever done anything like that for me."

Bradley kissed your lips nudging your nose with his. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat, Sugar."

You threaded your fingers through his hair, and Bradley was absolutely aching for you now. He wanted to take you to his hotel room. He wanted to make you feel so good.

You had your hand incredibly close to his cock as you looked him in the eye and said, "And when I think about you, Bradley, I think about the fact that nobody else has made me cum as good in the last ten years."

"Shit," he groaned, growing harder by the second as you sighed and moved your hand higher.

Bradley had to take your hand in his to stop you. But it was your wide pupils that had him shifting his right knee so it rubbed against your core.

You sucked in a deep breath and gasped, gently grinding yourself against him as your eyes drifted closed.

"Sugar," he groaned. "Please tell me you're coming back to my hotel room."

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Ahhhh!!!! They are back! Seemingly picking up right where they left off! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Entwined

Summary; Being in love with Eddie while he never noticed her was a special kind of hurt. She grows closer to Steve who's dealing with an unrequited love of his own. Nancy.

All that is between them is friendship but Eddie doesn't know that...

Warnings; Angst, jealousy, confessions. Tiny bits of fluff.

Sequel to Distance.

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated. Reblogs are especially important to writers 😘 I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

I hope you all enjoy this. I'm nervous 💞💞😥😘

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Eddie had woken up feeling sick to his stomach. After seeing Yn with Steve and realising that the feelings he had for her were deeper than he realised, he had fallen in love with her it was all he could think about.

Dianne had come up to him before he headed into school acting like she had done nothing and hadn't humiliated his best friend yesterday.

For a while now things with Dianne hadn't felt right and he wished he had spoken up sooner.

"Eddie baby" she throws her arms around him and he moves away growing pissed off.

"Are you serious? You humiliated my best friend and you act like nothing happened?"

Her jaw drops.

"What? She's in love with you Eddie. Did you expect me to say nothing? I already warned her and...

She what??

"Warned her? You're the reason that she has been so distant?" he snaps.

"I did what I had to do. She is in love with you. I had to get her away" he glares at her.

"She's my best friend! She didn't even say anything to you and you acted like she was planning to steal me away. You manipulated her!"

Dianne shrugs.

"What is the big deal? You don't love her back so isn't it better she knows that and can move on?" Dianne growls.

He swallows.

"I do love her. That's the thing, I'm an idiot for not seeing it sooner" Dianne gapes she is quiet for a second then begins to yell calling him an asshole and all the names under the sun.

"I'll forgive you this time. You can promise that you'll never see yn again" he scoffs.

"That's never going to happen. We're done. I don't want to be with someone who manipulates my friends. I should have listened to Gareth and Dustin when they warned me about you"

Dianne's face changes from pleading to rage.

"I knew it. I knew those fuckers didn't like me. Fuck you Eddie Munson and your friends too" she storms off and it feels like a weight has been lifted of his shoulders.

Good riddance.

It's then he spots yn getting out of Harrington's car and he feels like he has been kicked in the stomach when she kisses him on the cheek.

Fuck...

Harrington gently rubs her shoulder and each touch makes his chest ache.

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Eddie catches up with her on the way out of Mrs. O'Donnell's class and she avoids his gaze when he tries to speak to her still mortified her feelings are out in the open.

"Eddie please, I can't deal with this right now. I know you dont feel the same, I've accepted that a long time ago but did Dianne have to humiliate me like that?"

"You're my best friend, your friendship means everything to me but I need some space right now. Away from Dianne being around and gloating every chance she gets, she's already spent weeks making me feel like nothing and I can't go through anymore"

Eddie scowls.

"Sweetheart. I had no idea she was doing that she would have been gone the minute I knew, please can we talk? I haven't spent a day without you since we met, not being near you is hell"

She sniffs.

"It's not easy for me either Eddie but every time I look at you I just see her sneering face or her telling me that I'll never be good enough, for you, our friendship" an agonized look crosses his features.

"Never ever say that. You're everything to me. I..." She feels a gentle arm on her shoulder and it's Steve, he looks at Eddie and smiles a bit but then Dianne is coming over with a face like thunder and she's had enough.

"Can we go Steve" he nods and glares at Eddie.

Steve's eyes narrow.

"I can't believe you're still with that bitch man" Steve shakes his head and Eddie's mood darkens as he sees Dianne.

"I'm not. I told you to leave me alone" he says annoyed to Dianne who gives him a contemptous look.

"As if I was coming to talk to you. I was actually hoping to ask Steve out" she flutters her eyelashes at Steve who's scowl deepens.

Eddie can't believe he even entertained Dianne's bullshit, that he kept entertaining it even when he grew tired of her quickly.

He should have listened to the feelings he got that she was all wrong for him. Now, look at what happened.

Yn wasn't around due to Dianne's bullshit and she was the one woman who meant everything to him.

Steve answers Dianne.

"No thanks I don't date bitches" he storms off then and Eddie snorts at the look of shock on Dianne's face who looks at yn with a sneer.

"Still hanging around like a lap dog hoping Eddie will want you?" she mocks to her and Eddie's insides twist with rage.

He's about to speak up when yn gets there first.

"You know what? Screw you. You're a petty, hateful bitch and I'm sick of your shit. Grow up" she storms off as Dianne gapes. Eddie feels a swell of pride at yn for making Dianne speechless.

Still pissed he glares at her.

"Like I said. Leave me the fuck alone and leave yn alone" he tells her furiously and walks away.

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It's a few days later and movie night for the whole gang at Steves's house. He's given yn space as she asked but he misses her like crazy.

When he sees her sitting beside Steve as he heads inside jealousy burns in his gut as she giggles at Steve's joke.

His arm is casually around her shoulder and the ache in his stomach grows, viciously twisting like knots inside him. Is this how she felt when she saw him with Dianne?

It hurts his heart that she's felt pain like this.

He sits on one of the couches beside Dustin and when she catches his eye and smiles just a little bit he smiles back trying to send her a million messages in that smile.

I miss you, I'm a butthead and I love you too.

Steve whispers in her ear looking upset about something and she softens and gently takes his hand.

He misses her gentle touch. Ice settles in his veins and he tries to concentrate on the movie but every time Steve makes her smile or laugh it tears him up inside.

Is she with him now? The thought sends ripples of pain through him and as much as he would try to be happy for her it would hurt.

"So how are you and Dianne?" Nancy asks him. She's something huh?" fuck, how didn't he noticed that none of his friends liked her.

God, hes a dumbass.

"I broke up with her because she's a manipulative bitch" Nancy's eyes widen.

"Oh thank God that girl was awful"

''You broke up?" yn speaks up and his gaze fixes on hers fast.

"Of course, no one treats you like that sweetheart, no one, I'm sorry it took me a little while to notice what a bitch Dianne was"

Steve is rubbing soothing circles on her back and Eddie swallows trying hard not to show how it makes him feel.

"I should get going Uncle Wayne needs my help decorating the Christmas tree" it's a major lie but his insides feel like lead.

He's never liked when someone took notice of yn in the months that he has known her but he just assumed it was a protective reaction. The result of being close friends.

Why the hell didn't he realize it was because he was falling for her deeply?

He leaves before he can say anything else.

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She hears a gentle tap on her window and jerks awake. It's 1 am and Eddie is perched on her roof.

Curious she heads over and opens the window. He's soaked and shaking.

"Eddie, you'll get the flu" she motions him inside and he smiles at her sheepishly.

"I miss you, that's all I came to say, I miss you, and I understand if Steve likes you and I just want you to be happy even if it..." he shakes his head.

"I just want you to be happy" she frowns confused.

"Eddie, Steve, and I. We're just friends. He likes Nancy" his expression changes, relief flickers over his face and her heart skips a beat.

"Would it bother you if I was with Steve or if he liked me?" there's a seconds pause then he nods.

"You deserve happiness princess and I'd be happy for you even if... if it kills me inside" she moves closer to him hardly believing what she's hearing.

"Eddie... I don't understand?" he strokes her cheek tenderly.

"I love you too, I've been falling for you for so long and I didn't realize and I feel like an idiot for not fucking noticing"

She can't believe this is happening and doesn't know what to say.

"You're beautiful, you're everything to me, princess and I wish I had noticed that a lot sooner"

She moves towards him and he takes her hand.

"You love me?" she whispers softly and he nods stroking her cheek.

"I love you so much, sweetheart, when guys would notice you I would feel upset, jealous really and I assumed it was just being protective when in reality I've been falling for you for months" she's crying now.

It's everything she's ever wanted and didn't think could ever happen.

''We've got a lot of time to make up for princess, I'll spend every fucking day showing you how much I love you if you let me"

His big brown eyes are filled with sincerity, love and she decides to take a chance and steps forward to gently kiss him.

The kiss is gentle for a few seconds before it turns passionate and is full of love and desire, everything they both feel.

Eddie pull away awed.

"Jesus h Christ, that was... Wow" he whispers and he strokes her cheek as she grins and he kisses her pulling her in for a deep kiss, then presses soft kisses over her forehead and cheeks.

"I love you. I love you" he whispers and she cuddles into him.

"I love you Eds, always have, always will"

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yoyokslut · 10 months

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Better man. (Sequel of you're losing me)

Pedri x reader.

Word count: 3444 words.

a/n: I know this took forever but I didn't have the inspiration to write it but one night I was listening to better man and everything clicked. Hope you like it :)

12 am and you were still awake... Again, this was the third night in a row. Since what happened at Pedri's was haunting you and replaying in your head over and over again you couldn't fall asleep. It's been 3 months since then and forgetting about it wasn't as easy as you thought.

You couldn't fool yourself, you missed him more than you'd like to admit. You missed going on late night drives around the city, movie nights, making dinner together, laughing about how bad his jokes were and him teasing you because either way they made you laugh, just feeling him being part of your life... Part of you.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night

I can feel you again

He's been texting and calling you but you knew the moment you accept a call or text you'd fall for him like the very first time and you knew you couldn't let that happen, it wasn't fair for you so ignoring him was the best option for now.

Lately you've been going to one of you favourite cafe every afternoon where across of it was a small park with beautiful flowers and near there a beautiful lake, the cafe was a comfort place because there were stunning sunsets and it was always nice to see the kids playing around the park and people having fun in the lake.

So today you decided to buy a coffee and go sit on the dock with your headphones on.

It passed a couple of minutes before you felt someone touching your shoulder, so you took off your headphones, turned around and saw him.

Your body tensed right away it's been long since you saw him.

"Hi," he said a little bit nervous.

"Hi,"

"I've been trying to call you and text you but you weren't picking up,"

"We don't have nothing to talk about anyway," you said trying to walk away from him.

"Please don't go," he grabbed your arm gently "I'm tired of missing you, please let me come back to you, I miss you with my life, preciosa,"

Preciosa there he was again trying to be sweet and calling you nicknames that he knew they made things to you, thinking that was enough and you hate how you and your body reacted to them.

But I just miss you

And I just wish you were a better man

"Oh so you think I wasn't tired every time you pushed me away and made me a second option or sometimes not even an option?" you stared at him frowning "You thought I was very joyful just waiting for you all the time just for you not even notice my presence? You should be the last one to say you are 'tired', Pedri,"

And I gave to you my best

And we both know you can't say that

He swallowed thick, he knew you were right and you deserved so much better than how he treated you.

"I am so sorry, I know I was a jerk and you deserve somebody so much better than me but I can't live without you, I can't sleep if you're not with me, you are my little ray of sunshine in my life, but please give me one more chance, I'd do anything for you, anything you asked me I'll do it, I promise,"

"We both know you're not good at making promises, Pedri, don't promise something we know you can't keep,"

We might still be in love

If you were a better man

"So please stop breaking my heart and stop following me," you said starting to walk.

"I didn't follow you," you looked at him like saying how did you find me then? "Kinda," he blushed.

"I went to every place we used to go when we were together and spend all day there in each of them hoping I'd find you," he looked away from you and your gaze soften at his confession.

This was the sweetest thing anyone has ever made for you.

You sighed for what you were about to tell him and about how vulnerable you were gonna be for him.

"I-i miss you and I still l-love you," you looked at his eyes.

"But I'm scared, what of it doesn't work out? What if we don't work out? I don't want us to get hurt again, I wouldn't be able to take it," a small tear escaped through your cheek.

"I'll do my best every day to remind you how important you are for me, and cherish you for every day I didn't back then. I'm sorry it took me this way to realize how valuable you are, I'll work in myself so I can be the man you deserve and so I can be worthy of you," he said grabbing your face and stroking your cheeks.

"And if you need more time to think about giving us another chance, I'll wait as long as you need,"

"I'm gonna need it," you said.

"My time is all yours,"

Surprise? I guess 🤭

@ironmaiden1313 @http-isabela @gulphulp @sandiaaaaaaa7 @iloveenglishmen

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x female reader #pedri x reader #pedri x you #pedri x y/n #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #footballer #pg8 #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri angst #pedri fluff #pedri fanfic

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𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 (𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍)

A sequel to "After the storm"

☆ Pairing: Nanami x Fem!reader

☆ Genre: Alternate Reality, Comfort, Fluff

☆ Synopsis: What's a better thing to do than to stroll down a snowy street with the one you love? It's Christmas eve, and both you and Nanami had just gotten out of the hospital. Although both of you were still recovering from major injuries, Nanami was determined to make this Christmas special, 'cause he didn't want to waste anymore time.

☆ Warnings: None, actually, just that the plot doesn't follow along with the manga's ending of the Shibuya incident.

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Hokkaido is such a lovely place--the snowflakes fall from the heavens to blanket the earth and the mountains are seemingly cloaked with cotton balls due to the snow. However, none of these compare to the beauty of your lover beside you, holding your hand. He's wearing an eye patch, his right arm is covered in bandages, and any beauty expert would tell you that he looks like a disaster right now, but your rapidly beating heart says otherwise.

Nanami, in a soft voice, asked nicely, and all you could feel were the butterflies in your stomach every time you catch a glimpse of him.

It's 8 pm, and snow was falling while you walk down a quiet overlooking street hand by hand.

"Are you cold?"

"No, I'm fine."

While walking towards the highest spot in the street, you noticed something—your lover seemed to be lost in thought, touching his eye patch at times. Although his expression showed no signs of discomfort, you were worried.

Looking around, you saw very few distant people, which was expected since the overlooking spot was only known by natives. Breaking the silence, you suddenly hugged Nanami from the front.

"I love you, Kento~"

This gesture took him aback as it was out of the blue, and you usually use pet names like "darling" and "love" to call him.

He reciprocated your action and engulfed you in his arms.

"I love you too y/n."

Noticing that he finally smiled, you decided to shower him with affection to get whatever was on his mind off.

"My sweetheart looks so handsome, especially under the snow."

This was followed with a kiss, and he couldn't help but blush.

"Am I really still handsome to you?"

Although he was smiling, you knew that this is what he'd been thinking of for the past few minutes. The answer to his question was of course, yes. However, a simple yes couldn't express your feelings right now.

"Hmm....well if it was my first time meeting you right now.. I'd ask for your number. But since it's been 4 years since we've been with each other, I, as a woman, will ask for your hand in marriage. Does that answer your question, dear?"

Flattered by your response, the blonde man couldn't hide his blush and was speechless.

"Oh, and I definitely mean what I say."

Without wasting a second, he hugged you tightly as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

"I could say the same, my wife."

Now, it was your turn to be flustered. He never used the term "wife" before, and hearing it for the first time made your heart beat fast. Before having a chance to respond to him, he held your hand and took you along.

You finally reached the highest peak of the elevated street, and you could see the busy roads and colorful lights of the buildings.

"Hey, y/n, do you have any last words as [y/n full name]"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"'Cause by Christmas next year, you'll no longer be Ms. [y/n surname], you'll be Mrs. Nanami."

Your lover's sincere smile, accompanied by his sweet words melted your heart. Although he proposed to you the night that the Shibuya incident occurred, he never had the chance to give you the ring because of the rapid turn of events.

Nanami got down on one knee, and reached for a box on his pocket.

"I can no longer imagine a life without you. Whenever I think of Kuantan, Malaysia, I only see us, living under one roof."

"I promise to protect you, even if it costs me my life."

"Of course, dear. I'll marry you in every lifetime we're together."

"Formally, this time, will you marry me?"

This was probably one of the best moments in your life. Everything was just so...perfect.

Gently holding your hand, he placed the ring on your ring finger.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Nanami. I hope to spend all my Christmas days with you."

No other words had to be said. He first cupped your cheeks and seconds after, your lips met each other. The kiss, innocent at first, turned passionate. Sure, he didn't give a speech on why he wanted to marry you, but his lips did all the talking.

After sharing a passionate kiss in the secluded area of the mountain, you two enjoyed the view for a while and went back to your rented cabin right after.

All you wished for was a second chance in life, but somehow, you even got a better—no, actually, the best one ahead.

.ೃ࿐ The end ~

Notes: ART ISN'T MINE ! It belongs to @aozora1227 on twt.

As you've seen, this IS a sequel, so read the my first fic to understand it better (After the storm).

#jjk #jjk spoilers #nanami comfort #nanami kento #au #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #alternate reality #jujutsu kaisen #comfort #christmas #fluff and romance

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His Pet

Chapter 16 (Final chapter!)

(At least until the sequel)

(CW: Consensual cannibalism)

"I bet you could play Doom on vox's screen. Heh, that'd be a funny prank. Especially if he turns it off right away, you could say something like 'wow, you can't even run the most basic of code? How pathetic’." She smiled mischievously, they had gone out on another walk. Heading towards cannibal town to meet with Rosie. She had invited them, saying she had a very special treat for him, and to bring Zariah along.

“What an inspiring idea my dear, I'll have to put it into practice someday… but tell me, what is this ‘Doom’ you speak of, some television show?” He gave a little head tilt, and she laughed before going into a whole explanation on the video game and why the joke was funny. Though, he didn't truly seem that interested in what she was saying, just enjoying the energy with which it was being said.

They arrived at Rosie's and Susan immediately started giving Alastor trouble, wanting to pick a bit of a fight about some nonsense or another.

Meanwhile, Zariah went with Rosie back into her back room to prepare Alastor's present that the two had schemed on.

Rosie eventually came back out and waved to Susan who immediately stopped giving Alastor shit when she did, walking away. Her distraction was done.

Alastor made his way into Rosie's parlor with a slight grumble, “Ornery old bitch needs to be stuffed in a box and thrown down the fucking river.” His smile never faltered. Rosie couldn't help but laugh at that.

“Oh Al, this time she was just being a distraction so you wouldn't ruin the surprise Zariah had planned for you. She needed my help with it, since I'm the only one who would agree to her crazy idea.”

This caught his attention, “Oh? What kind of crazy idea?” He looked around, “Where is she?”

The door to the back room opened and Zariah came out holding something large and oddly shaped, wrapped in heavy satin with a bow around the middle.

“Right here Al! Don't worry, I didn't go far. I just wanted to surprise you, and Rosie's the only one you'd leave me alone with outside the hotel.” She set down the present on the table.

He tilted his head, “Oh? And what kind of gift is this, my dear?” He looked it over before pulling at one end of the bow to unravel it. “And what is this present in exchange for? Your rescue from that moth, I assume?”

“Sorta, there's a second present waiting back in my room too. But that's a ‘just because’ present.” He pulled back the cloth and his eyes went wide.

“ Darling… what am I looking at? ” He sounded… confused. Unsure if he should be angry or elated.

“My wings grew back! And I heard you and Rosie talk the other day how angel flesh was so much tastier than any sinner you ever had. So… I wanted to give my wings to you!” She sounded so cheerful and excited. “You like them right? I know it's not a ‘prime cut’ or whatever the word is. But it's part of me I can happily live without, and there's a good chance they'll grow back again! I just had to promise Rosie if they do grow back again, she gets one of them next time too.”

Alastor ran a hand through the feathers, looking troubled by this before turning to look at the two women he loved most in all of hell. “I… you mutilated yourself for me? I'd never have asked this of you.”

Zariah's smile softened, “I know… but I wanted to do this for you. Give you a special part of myself.”

Rosie sighed at this, “it's a truly romantic gesture, Alastor. And don't worry, it was completely her idea, and I was able to remove them without any further damage done. I was extra careful with our little angel.” She pet Zariah's head and she purred at the touch, tails swishing around happily.

“Rosie… I… I'm conflicted. I'm certainly excited about such a wonderful gift… but I also feel betrayed that you'd hurt her, even with her permission, behind my back.”

“Oh Alastor… I'm sorry, I didn't think about it like that. But, it's her body, and her choice. Isn't it?”

“Perhaps, but she gave me possession of her soul in exchange for being her protector and caretaker. I have an obligation to protect her even from her own foolishness.” He held out a hand to Zariah, and she gave Rosie a tight hug before going to take his hand. He pulled her to his chest and kissed the top of her head.

“Al, if she didn't help, I still would have tried to do it on my own. Don't be cross with her.” She nuzzled into his chest, hoping acting cute would spare Rosie any wrath from him. He placed a hand on the back of her neck in a loose grip.

“Love, you'd really disobey me like that?”

“If it was for your benefit, absolutely. You have no clue the depth of my devotion to you.” She looked up at him with a determined light in her eyes. It almost scared him a little. He sighed in defeat.

“Well, I suppose we better cook these wings up while they're still fresh. Rosie, will you share these with me? That way what Zariah owes you is paid and she won't have to cut any more off.”

“Well, I certainly won't say no to that. How would you like them cooked up?” She smiled, glad he had calmed down. She'd hate to have to fight him, he was like a brother to her.

“ Barbecue. ” He said confidently, he knew they'd taste wonderful barbecued.

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And that's the end for now! The sequel is almost done with its first draft as well. It will be darker and have more drama than this one did though. So get hype! Love you all!

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 9 months

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 14

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2903

Warnings: None

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks. Also, sorry it's taken so long - this chapter was really hard for me to get the motivation to write and I don't know why :(

Chapter Songs: The Bitch is Back Wolves

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Hangman

"Good morning, aviators. This is your Captain speaking," Maverick greeted jovially. "Today's demonstration begins as a free-for-all. Man against man. Your goal is to be the last pilot standing."

"What's the prize if we win?" Fanboy asked cheerfully as Payback fell into line with Phoenix.

"That depends."

"On what?"

Hangman could practically see the mischievous smile gracing the Captain's face when Maverick said, "You'll see. I'll be watching from the outskirts. Good luck out there."

Hangman clipped on his mask and pulled up high into the sky, using the sun to hide his position. Rooster and Phoenix seemingly had the same idea.

"Looks like the band is almost back together, lady and gentlemen," Hangman quipped, grinning. "What do you say we take care of these guys and put on a real show for the people below?"

"Are you calling us second-rate pilots, Seresin?" Omaha asked, choosing Yale as his target.

"No, of course not. I'm just calling you second to us."

"Let's get 'em boys!" Harvard declared, banking to the right when Coyote chased after him. Hangman dove down to help his friend, aiming from above. Phoenix and Rooster followed suit, but rather than going after Hangman, they surprisingly went after others. Rooster assisted Omaha in taking out Yale, who nearly escaped if Harvard hadn't accidentally cut him off, giving Omaha the shot. To the shock of Hangman, Payback lost next, but only because Phoenix had it out for him since he owed her money.

"Gonna get you back for that!" Payback declared while he left the area to circle and watch the remainder of the dogfight.

Phoenix chuckled. "Should've paid up when you had the chance."

"No, I shouldn't have played against you and Princess in pool."

"That was your first mistake. Your second was thinking you could beat us after we won three rounds prior."

"She's got us there," Fanboy admitted. While they continued to bicker with Phoenix, Hangman scanned the area and zeroed in on the closest enemy to him: Harvard. With the aviator wholly distracted by trying to knock out Omaha as revenge for getting Yale, Hangman saw the opportunity and took it, coming at him from above. Harvard narrowly escaped being locked onto but swerved directly into the path of Rooster, who held nothing back and got a lock on him immediately. Annoyed that Rooster had taken his "kill," Hangman thought about going for him next, but Fritz tried beating him to it. Rooster desperately tried to evade, and Hangman, not going to let another person get his kill, decided to go for Fritz instead. Rooster must've noticed because he appeared to strategically fly a pattern that helped him avoid being shot down but gave Hangman the perfect aim. He didn't hesitate.

"That's a kill!" Jake declared happily, feeling a little too much joy at the sound of the lock alert.

"Make that two; you're out, Omaha," Phoenix said.

"And then there were four," Coyote remarked.

"Speak for yourself. Bradshaw, your ass is-"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Princess speaking," Juliette interrupted coolly. "There's been a change in plans."

Rooster groaned. "Jules, for the love of God, tell me you're not flying with Maverick right now."

"I wouldn't let her if she tried," Maverick chimed in, "but no, she's not with me."

Juliette scoffed, but Hangman could hear her amusement. "First of all, rude. I love going up in jets, but even I have my limits. Besides, I can barely keep food down while sitting down on a stationary object. I don't want to know what it would be like in a jet. Second, I'm not putting the twins in danger. Third, like I said, there's been a change in plans. Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, Coyote, you're the last four standing. You are now a team. Your mission is to take out the enemy, who currently resides in an F-35. Fourth gen against fifth gen. Time to prove it's not the plane but the pilot that wins battles. Anyone want to make bets?"

"I knew Mav wasn't up here for no reason! And sure, what the hell? It's the four of us against him," Coyote said, falling into attack position as number four with Rooster leading the way.

"Let's say a hundred push-ups? Or do we want to do two hundred for old times' sake?"

"Because it's Mav, I think I might actually go with the hundred."

"Hundred it is. Good luck aviators. You're going to need it."

"Why do I feel like she knows something we don't?" Coyote mused.

"Because it's Princess, and she probably does," Hangman replied, searching the horizon and radar for the Captain. It took another thirty seconds before he spotted him. "Straight ahead!"

"Why is he cruising like that? He's going awfully slow," Phoenix observed from her position as Dagger Three.

"Should we be worried about him?"

"Not sure I'm the one you should be worried about right now."

"Jules, cue the music," a new but all-too-familiar voice instructed, followed by the crackled audio of Elton John's "The Bitch is Back." Hangman's heart nearly stopped, and it had nothing to do with the F-35- not Maverick's- that blew fast and furious between him and Rooster from below. The latter, along with Phoenix and Coyote, scattered, but all Hangman could do was look up and watch as the newcomer shot to 9,000 feet, flipped the plane over in one fluid motion, and locked onto Coyote, who had made the unfortunate mistake of flying underneath her.

"That's a kill!" Ghost chirped, zipping down toward her next closest target, which happened to be Rooster. "Bradshaw, you're next. This is for all the times you woke me up at Top Gun."

"I told you I was sorry! Multiple times!" Rooster protested, swerving from side to side to avoid her. Phoenix tried coming to his rescue, but by then, Maverick had arrived on the scene and foiled her plans. Unless she wanted to get taken down herself, she had to evade. With Phoenix being closer, Hangman chose to assist her. Rooster could handle himself for the time being.

"Hurry up, Hangman!" Phoenix barked, rolling to the left to get Maverick in Jake's sights.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna take Pops out."

"I'm coming too! Hang on!" Rooster announced, suddenly coming head-on with Ghost still hot on his heels. "Phoenix, on the count of three, break left. One... two... three!"

Phoenix banked left, and Rooster locked onto Maverick at the same time the Captain managed to latch onto Phoenix. Then, in the blink of an eye, Ghost got Rooster. In the span of five seconds, three pilots had been knocked out of the competition. Now, it was only Ghost and Hangman, and for the first time, the Texan found himself genuinely concerned about winning the battle. Ghost had a bone to pick with him, and she was in a superior aircraft. Not to mention that while she may have come second at Top Gun, it was only because she'd broken some rules during the hops, from what he'd heard. When it came to flying ability and strategy, few could beat her. Hangman even questioned his ability. Of course, he wouldn't let Ghost see that.

They blasted past each other, their canopies a mere foot and a half away. Hangman swung around, scrambling after Ghost, who was rapidly gaining speed as she raced toward the hard deck. He started to lose distance between them. If that happened, it'd be impossible to get a lock on her, not to mention it'd give her the space to strategize a way to maneuver behind him. Hangman couldn't allow that. If Ghost landed on his six, he was toast.

"Come on, Ghost, stop running from me," Hangman jested.

"Ghosts don't run," she countered.

"Right, right, you just disappear." And leave the person wondering what the hell happened... Hangman wanted to add that last part but opted against it. He didn't mind getting under people's skin normally, but Ghost remained a different story. Her treatment of him was warranted. Of that, he had no doubt. However, Ghost hated him enough; he didn't want to add to it with his snarky comment in the air either with a competition and multi-million dollar jets at stake.

"Guys, you're getting close to the hard deck," Maverick warned, a statement Hangman found ironic coming from the Captain, considering Mav had broken it on numerous occasions.

Ghost ignored him, though, leveling out mere feet above it. Not to be outdone, Hangman followed, staying on her like a hunter to its prey. Hangman started to gain on her again, and within a few seconds, he was within range to get a lock. Ghost dodged him easily, though, almost like she was toying with him. Hangman drew closer and closer to the point Coyote asked Ghost why she was slowing down. The comment took a moment to register with Hangman, but by the time he did, it was too late. Ghost hit the brakes, went up, drifted overhead, and tried to land behind him. Thankfully, Hangman's lightning-quick reflexes kicked in, and he diverted his course to the right in an attempt to circle around her again.

"Nice try, Seresin," Ghost said, flying above him upside down. Hangman looked up at her, trying to find an escape route, but found himself hopelessly trapped between the mountains on each side of him, Ghost above him, and the hard deck below him. He braked suddenly to try and throw Ghost in front of him, but her reflexes were too quick, and she braked along with him, staying above her opponent.

"Lieutenants, pull up! You're too close to the hard deck!" Maverick ordered, but Ghost did not relent on her position, continuing to lower her jet toward Hangman's, pushing him closer to the hard deck. Hangman realized Ghost intended to keep doing this. This is how she would knock him out of the game and win the battle.

"Ghost, I know we've had our problems but is running me into the ground really the answer?" Hangman asked with mock playfulness in a desperate attempt to transition her focus from the mission to the conversation.

It didn't work. Ghost remained directly above him and continued lowering her jet towards his, forcing him down, down, down until-

"You've hit the hard deck, Hangman. You're out," Maverick informed, causing the aviator to shake his head and angrily unclip his mask. "Everyone, head back to base. For those of us who lost, we have some push-ups to do."

"I'm going to get you for this, Ghost." Although Hangman was half-joking, he was also infuriated he'd lost. He knew the moment Ghost flew onto the scene that she'd do whatever it took to win, including pulling some dirty moves, like pressing into Hangman from above until he had nowhere to go but below the hard deck.

"You'll have to find me first," she responded. Hangman glanced above him, then his direct surroundings, but the female pilot and her F-35 were nowhere to be seen. She definitely lived up to her callsign...

When he landed and disembarked from his jet, he dropped to the ground and began his push-ups. Not long after, Ghost strode by. She paid no attention to the line of aviators doing push-ups under the shades of their craft's wings. Instead, Ghost kept her head down. Maverick joined the group a few seconds later, but not before glancing over his shoulder at the disappearing aviator. He dropped down next to Hangman to begin his push-ups. When he hit fifty, Mav asked, "What can you tell me about Ghost?"

Hangman thought about their time at the Academy, during their training to be a pilot, their deployments, and the most recent dogfight; he couldn't help himself when he replied, "She's possessed."

"Don't you mean possessive?" Maverick grunted, lowering himself down for the sixtieth push-up.

"I know what I said."

Unless Hagnman imagined things, Mav chuckled quietly. "So, what's the story with you two?"

"I caused her backseater's death and her near death. She hasn't forgiven me for it, and I don't blame her." With most people, Hangman would've told them it was none of their business and moved on, but this was Maverick. He had too much respect for the man to do anything but tell the truth. Still, Jake didn't want to continue the discussion about it. Finishing his push-ups, he stood and abruptly changed the course of conversation, not wanting to go down memory lane with the other Daggers around. "Can we expect you at the Hard Deck tonight?"

"I'll be there."

"Good. You can meet the other Blackwood."

Maverick hovered in place and glanced up. "Charlotte's going to be there?"

How does Mav know Charlie? "No, Jackie. Ghost's older sister. Polar opposite of her sister. It's funny; she used to be the wildcard in the family, always breaking the rules. Now it's Ghost."

"When did that shift happen?"

Hangman shrugged. "She always took risks when flying, but something changed in her after the accident. Just what, I don't know. She's barely spoken to me since it happened. Listen, I'm going to head home and take a break before hitting the Hard Deck, but I'll see you there, Pops."

Before Maverick could ask any further questions about Hangman's relationship with Ghost, the Texan high-tailed it out of there, keeping a carefully controlled expression of calm and collectedness in the event he ran into anyone he knew. Luckily, he didn't, and he arrived at his truck without incident. Hangman drove back to his place and shuffled inside to shower and freshen up, not wanting to smell like jet fuel and the sweaty inside of a flight suit. He took his time since he had a few hours to kill before the meet-up. The events of the day replayed over and over in his head, and the more they did, the more a heaviness settled on his shoulders. The last time he'd flown with Ghost was the day of the accident. Flying with her today suddenly forced that awful memory to the forefront of his mind in a way he hadn't experienced in years.

Hangman numbly shut off the water and dried off before throwing on some casual clothes and collapsing onto his bed. He pulled out his phone and opened his pictures, scrolling far, far back until he arrived at the first photo he'd been seeking: Ghost and Ghoul. It'd been of the two girls the first day they met as roommates. They'd hit it off instantly, and Ghoul- a.k.a. Lydia O'Donohue- insisted the two girls take a photo to commemorate the day. Ghost had forwarded it to Hangman, and he remembered her adding the comment: Hope your roommate is as awesome as mine!

The following photo containing the two girls was taken on Ghost's birthday. They'd convinced some senior cadets to take them off base over the weekend and milked it for everything they could. It was freezing cold out, but Ghost and Ghoul apparently felt nothing in their cute little dresses and heels.

The next photo showed the girls staring in exasperated boredom as someone opposite them rambled on about who knows what. Hangman couldn't recall who'd been sitting with them during that moment, but he had taken the picture to commemorate their priceless, judgemental expressions.

He flicked through some more, landing on one of the girls in black dresses beaming at the camera. It'd been their junior year, and they'd been able to leave for the long weekend to head to the lavish Jefferson Hotel, where they went to celebrate Jackie's upcoming graduation. The following two photos were from their senior year, where they attended a fancy graduation dinner at a seaside restaurant and the afterparty.

Coyote, having been Hangman's roommate, was in a lot of photos, too. He either beamed at the camera or stared longingly at Ghoul, whom he'd been in love with from the moment he'd been introduced to her. They hadn't become a couple until their senior year, though, namely because Ghoul was the female equivalent of Hangman: outgoing and unwilling to settle down. Where Hangman had slept with most of the girls at the Academy except for Annalise and Lydia, Ghoul had slept with most of the guys, save for Hangman and Coyote.

"I respect y'all too much," Lydia had declared in her thick and sweet Georgian drawl. Still, all it took for her to drop the habits was for Coyote to drunkenly admit his feelings; the rest was history. The memory of it all still made Hangman smile, but it would always swiftly be replaced by heartache. He missed Ghoul, but he knew his pain was nothing compared to Ghost and Coyote: the former, who had clung onto her backseater's limp body in the crashing waves while waiting for the rescue chopper, and the latter, who had planned on proposing to her when they returned home.

Hangman shut off his phone and squeezed his eyes shut, hating going down memory lane like this. It's why he kept himself so busy all the time. If he kept himself occupied, his brain couldn't travel back to the dark memories and dark thoughts.

"Get it together, man," Hangman grumbled, sitting up and pushing himself off the couch. He ambled to the bathroom to make himself presentable, determined to have a good night at the Hard Deck, repeating in his head: What's past is past.

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practically-an-x-man · 5 months

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I'M SENDING YOU AN ASK CAUSE YOU ASK ME ALL THE TIME AND I GOTTA GET INTO SENDING ASKS MORE AFTER *checks calendar* THREE wait no that's not right *checks again* ONE PERIOD OF ACTIVITY YEARS AGO THEN THREE CONSISTENT ACTIVE YEARS ON TUMBLR

- I'll take a wild shot in the dark and guess Billy is your favorite in 6 underground, but who's your second favorite? Or if I'm wrong on that, your first favorite?

- Your opinions on Clay from WoF because people tend to have strong opinions on his characterization after book one

- Across the board, favorite X-Men character

- If you were going to the hellfire galla, tell me your outfit

THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! Much appreciated <3

Yep! He's definitely my number one favorite, I think he's such a fun character (trauma sponge + visible ADHD, two of my favorite character traits lol). Tough call for second favorite, it's a tossup between Amelia and One. I like Amelia a lot because I love how competent she is (I mean, we see her as a medic, going into the field directly, and being the "guy in the chair" for One's espionage, she really can fill any role they need her for and I love adaptability in a character). But I like One because of how much of a contrast he is to the others. He annoys me sometimes bc he can be kind of a prick, but he's well-written as a character and really drives the story along.

2. I actually really love Clay. I don't know that I'd call him my number one favorite character, but I love that our first introduction to the series is through a character who is just so sweet and loving and protective of his family (since so many times authors try to set a dark tone by giving us a dark character's POV, WoF sets a dark tone by showing us how dark events affect a character that's sheltered and gentle and kind instead). And I enjoyed his characterization past book one, even in the sequel series. I like that he's gentle towards Peril and the others who don't usually get a chance to be understood, and I like that he remains a very kind character instead of becoming jaded after what he went through. He is a very, very good lead character imo and I like that Tui maintained his gentle side throughout the series.

3. Ah, see, this is how I know you haven't been following me for very long /j you haven't seen my complete and utter Archangel brainrot yet lol. (which, for the record, is also the reason I watched 6 Underground the first time) Though as much as I may joke about it, I actually connect with his character on a really personal level bc of my own medical trauma, parental issues, feeling out-of-place through most of my life, etc., so it's more than just picking a favorite

4. Oooh interesting question! Haven't really thought about it honestly. Well for one thing, it would have to be backless to show off my tattoo (bet you can guess what it is lol). I think I'd probably go with something similar to Laura Kinney/Wolverine in 2022, something punk and androgynous. I really like the chains and the sheer sorta-skirt she's got. In general I just really like the type of looks she gets for the Hellfire Gala, her 2021 dress was really fun too.

#my friends!!!#answered asks

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yeonban · 3 months

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I realized I hadn't posted these pieces of meta before, so I think it's about as good a time as any to talk about Tobias' life post-L's death. To start with, L's death is a secret even at Wammy's House, or at least it was for a while (Roger only told Near & Mello about this). However, I'm sure the lettered children who have to work with L after "graduating" from the orphanage are eventually told about it (there's canonly a secret network only the lettered children have access to, through which they receive orders from Watari/later Roger), if only to make sure they won't give their services to someone who's taken L's mantle without having been appointed to it (coughs. Light), which is also why Light never knew about Wammy's House before talking to Near.

I'm also sure most of the orphans felt some sort of negative emotion upon learning about L's death (whether it was grief, anger or disappointment) but Tobias couldn't have been happier about this development. While he didn't particularly care about L one way or the other (and certainly didn't want to become him), he did feel slightly uneasy while L was still the world's best detective, because he didn't know L well enough to predict his actions and he had taken the path of a criminal, which could've well landed him in prison or worse if something he did had caught L's interest. On the other hand, L's death was joyous news. Not only because he thought none of the successors were individually as gifted as L (and Mello being too prideful to calmly work alongside Near was common sense), but also because he knew and was friends with the both of them. Whether it was Mello or Near who became L, it didn't matter to him. What mattered is that he could create a connection that would prevent him from landing in jail no matter what he does. With this in mind, it's been a fact on this blog for a while that Tobias keeps in touch with and sometimes even aids the orphans he's known at Wammy's House, and that includes Mello and Near.

After L's and Mello's deaths and Near's "official" appointment as the second L, Tobias offers him his services, even though they're on different sides of the "good vs evil" debacle. What this means is that as long as Near doesn't go out of his way to hunt him down, Tobias will use his network and connections to help Near with his cases, whether it'd be through information, funding or force. Furthermore, the end of the manga and its sequels never bring up L's secondary and tertiary aliases, namely "Eraldo Coil" and "Deneuve" again, so it's probably safe to say that Near rarely if ever uses them, unlike L.

With this in mind, I'll say that Tobias made a deal with Near to obtain Deneuve's name, under the pretext that it'll allow him to at least partly do what he was brought up to do, re: catch criminals and use his genius for justice. In truth, it's moreso an acquisition made with self-interest in mind. It allows Tobias to attain an even wider network, this time on the side of governments, agencies, etc while simultaneously keeping an eye on what his enemies/rivals are doing and keeping his end of the deal with Wammy's House as an institution. With Deneuve being known as the third best detective in the world, there are also less chances of people coming to Deneuve to unmask L's identity (that'd typically fall on Eraldo Coil, which is a persona Near still owns), but on the off-chance that they do he can simply tell Near about it. Tobias isn't too thrilled about detective work, but with Deneuve being a side-gig rather than his main job, and with all of the benefits this identity brings him, he does keep his end of the bargain and goes out of his way to solve cases from time to time, when he's bored or when a case someone's contacted him with piques his interest or otherwise has something to do with himself.

#muse: tobias.#* tobias. / development.#When I said Tobias lucked out by being picked up by Watari I MEANT it. At least half of what he owns atm is due to that luck #Without Wammy's House he would've had far less knowledge and connections than he does rn #and he'd have also had to be 24/7 on his toes about /both/ his rivals and the 'heroes' of justice #as things stand though? He's friends with THE face of justice and has a way of finding out info that'd normally be kept hidden from him #so he only really needs to keep an eye on his rivals; which allows him to do all the partying he wants on the side LMFAO

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emyluwinter · 2 years

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A little news!

So there are two good news, my dear.

From the 15th of this month, I'm going on vacation for a week!!Yes, this is extremely small, and I understand it perfectly well myself. I need a full month or more just to recover my thoughts and somehow assess my condition.

It will be a trip with my sister. So we will study a bunch of museums and all sorts of interesting places again. And a delicious meal..ha ha ha.

The second good news for everyone who subscribed to me here. Seriously there are so many of you!

I want to write one work, but a big one. I hope I will have time to make a sketch before the trip. And maybe I'll even have time to make an excerpt! But!!I'm not promising anything. Just asking what you want to choose

I have a choice for you and a short summary!

Yuu and cooking - the second part (yes, you asked a lot to make a sequel) Continuation of the post where Yuu learns to cook and gains experience. There are several options to continue.

"Cinnamon buns" Cooking under the supervision of Trey, because in an Onboro with an oven, Yuu does not understand how to set the temperature correctly so that the dough is baked completely. And the bottom didn't burn down.

"Focaccia with olives and tomatoes"

The kitchen of Diasomnia, Sebek and Silver ask Yuu to teach them how to cook something simple and delicious to impress Lilia and Malleus. And also give them some tips to improve their skills. Spoiler - Lilia doesn't cook here. Everyone will stay alive, a pinch of chaos and Yu's hearing loss is attached. Ahahaha

"Meat for the lion"

After learning from Jack that Yuu cooks well, Leona thinks that there would be a good chance to try a dish specially prepared just for him. And also find a place in Onboro for a better sleep. But he didn't think that the herbivore was brave enough to persuade him to go to the market and cook something together.

So another option.

''Yuu's disease. '' Unsuitable creepy housing with mold and dust accumulated over the years, constant stress, overblots undermine the health of Yuu. Dumping the consequences of their carelessness and neglect of health so much that Grimm is afraid that he will lose his only beloved minion.

This work will be VERY very large in volume, I have an old draft. But I personally understand that it will take at least three months to paint everything well and not be squeezed out. The ending is certainly good.

Another option

''Consolation of the lion.''

Late in the evening before a violent storm, Leona suddenly appears on the threshold of Onboro and asks for a place to stay for the night, as if he is trying to get away from something. Or perhaps himself? Two worn-out hearts and souls remain in the living room in front of the fireplace and a long, non-binding conversation awaits them.

This job is more designed for "comfort" and if I understand correctly "fluff". Leona is just getting some good time with Yuu and resting.

''The second part is for the Silver Bullet"

The return of the beloved of all criminal personalities of the Bartender Yuu!Where have they been all these months?

There are also excerpts for Eric!!

''An introduction and a little advice from the amazing Beato.'' The most unexpected but also the most beloved for Eric comes to the Halloween event.

'A story about the appearance of Eric's unique magic.' This passage will probably be shorter than the others.

''Father's illness. '' It tells how Eric copes with his worst nightmare, the weakening of his father's health and a loud voice buzzing in his head that he will leave next. And that his time is gradually running out. A difficult scenario if you think about it. But in general, everything will be fine.

So!! All that is required of you, dear, is to write in the comments or make a reblog with a note that you want me to write first. Whichever is more convenient for you.

I WILL NOT TAKE INTO ACCOUNT LIKES. because they don't even briefly let me know which option you want!!!! Don't be afraid, don't be shy, I love each of you and I want to find out what you are more interested in. I don't bite~ You can write two options if you can't choose. There are no "wrong" or "right" answers. This is not an exam. And we appreciate comfort and tranquility here.

Any questions?Excellent. Don't worry about asking them, I can answer late because I'm going on a trip and I have a lot to do.

Do you just want to chat?Wonderful. My messages are open.

Eat well, sleep well, take care of yourself.

#survey #San asks #who knows if it is possible to do something here #as in other social networks?

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Right Girl, Wrong Time Part 4 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley know a level of comfort with each other that neither have felt with anyone else. When you finally make it to the alumni reunion, you run into some familiar faces, making it difficult to discuss your expectations.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, swears, and angst

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a sequel to accompany my story Old Habits Die Hard (you'll want to read that one first)!

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Bradley took your hand as you led him up to a cute little cottage with a crumbling front step. He was so surprised when you gave him directions to get here in the car, leading him past his old fraternity house and your old apartment building.

"This just looks like somewhere you'd live," he muttered as you unlocked the door and led him inside. He set his suitcase down and glanced around.

"It's cute, but it's really small. I'll take you on a thirty second tour."

You weren't joking. After half a minute, Bradley had seen everything and he'd backed you up against your bedroom door frame. "What are you wearing tonight?" he asked, placing a gentle kiss on your chin. Bradley watched your eyes flutter closed as you reached for him.

"A pretty black dress," you whispered, pulling him closer to you by his belt loops.

He leaned on one forearm above your head and nodded. "Sounds lovely. Can't wait to take it off you later."

You smiled and laughed softly. Then you got a faraway look in your eye. "Was it weird driving past the Beta house?" Bradley just shrugged, and then you said, "I hate walking past it when I go to campus to teach."

"Why, Sugar?" he asked.

You pressed your lips together and then ducked your head away from him. Bradley gave you a moment to process what you wanted to say, but every part of him really wanted to tell you he still felt the same way about you ten years later. He didn't want to hear you tell him that your heart ached when he was standing right in front of you now.

You swallowed hard. "Because that's where I broke up with you." Your voice sounded so small, and it took you a few more seconds to meet his eyes. You laughed, but it was a hollow sound. "You always called me a smart girl, but I just don't know."

Bradley kissed your lips. "You'll always be smarter than me."

You pushed away from the wall and cleared your throat. "I'm going to get cleaned up and get changed," you whispered, glancing down at your cum streaked thighs.

Bradley grinned and kissed you on the forehead. Then you pulled your dress off and started walking around naked, gathering some sweatpants and a sports bra and heading to the bathroom.

He ended up collapsing on your couch to wait for you. He was debating coming clean about living in San Diego. More than anything, since last night, he had wanted you to choose him now. Maybe you didn't want to tie him down before, but he really liked the idea of being with you again now. You made sense to him in a way that nobody else ever had. And if there was even a chance he could make you his again, he wasn't going to want to give it a go with any other woman.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" Your voice made him both eternally comfortable and also slightly uneasy now. He just nodded and watched you get two mugs of tea ready in your tiny kitchen, wearing just your sports bra and baggy sweatpants.

When you set the mugs down on the coffee table and dropped down on the couch next to him, you were instantly snuggling up against him. He wrapped his arm around you and let your lips graze his scarred neck.

"Are you looking forward to seeing anyone tonight?" you asked, letting your hand settle on his leg. "I haven't really kept up with anyone."

Bradley smiled and laughed softly. "Sugar, I think I subconsciously came back here just in case you were going to be here." You buried your face against him and hummed. "But to answer your question, I wouldn't mind seeing Tyson. I talk to him occasionally."

"You do? That's nice. Always thought he was too good for Janessa."

Bradley snorted. "She cheated on him like a month after we graduated."

You rolled your eyes up at him and said, "I'm not surprised."

"He always liked you. Everyone was so shocked you were with me," he said, trailing his hand along your bare skin. "Me included."

You turned to face him, fullying climbing into his lap and sitting on his left thigh. Bradley welcomed you there, almost delighting in this pleasure you were bestowing upon him before the almost certain pain he would feel tomorrow and the day after and the day after, when he returned home alone.

You pushed your fingers up into his hair and kissed his mustache and then his lips. The tip of your nose was pressing into his cheek as you sighed and whispered, "You were the best boyfriend I ever had."

This simple sentence was echoing around in his mind. How could that be possible? After so many years? But you'd done the impossible to him, too. And you were doing it again now, the way your fingers were soothing him and making his breathing and heart rate feel so calm and even. But you were exciting him at the same time. His eyes drifted closed as he held you against him.

"Sometimes, when I've been on an aircraft carrier for too long and I haven't slept in days, the only thing I can think about at night is you." He hadn't really meant to say that out loud, and he wasn't sure he actually had until he heard and felt your sharp intake of breath.

When Bradley opened his eyes, an expression close to confusion was clouding your face, and he didn't think he had the strength to explain himself. So he cleared his throat. "What do you say, Sugar... want to see some pictures of the carriers and my Super Hornet?"

"Okay," you agreed softly, and he was immediately digging in his pocket for his phone.

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You were reeling a bit, sitting on Bradley's lap while he scrolled through his photo gallery in search of some photos to show you. He still currently thinks about you. He hadn't said those exact words, but you could tell. And you still thought about and missed him too.

"Here's one on the USS Leyte Gulf," he said, and you were treated to a photo of him in front of his aircraft. He was wearing what he referred to as his flight suit and holding his red and yellow helmet in one hand. The F/A-18 behind him was absolutely enormous, and it was painted with Lt Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster" across the side.

"Wow, Lieutenant Beer Boy," you said, and he handed you his phone and told you to scroll through them.

"That's just before I finally got to go home. God, I look exhausted," he said. "Oh, that's Bob. We shared a bunk that time. And that's Coyote." You scrolled and looked at the most beautiful photo of the sun setting over the water.

Then he found you a picture of him in New Zealand and another of him in Hawaii. "You've seen the whole world," you whispered with a smile. "You did everything I hoped you would."

He just held you a little tighter.

"Oh," you whispered. "Show me a picture of your uniform."

Bradley licked his lips and looked you in the eye. "If I show you a picture, you gonna promise to leave a wet spot on my uniform pants one day?"

You pressed your lips together and kind of rolled your eyes. "You told me not to be embarrassed about that. Both times."

"It's hot, Sugar," he whispered before looking through his photos. "Here you go. My khaki uniform."

You had to stifle a moan. "Wow. Those pants look very snug, Beer Boy." Bradley tipped his head back and laughed. "Don't you have other uniforms too? Like for special occasions?"

Bradley was still chuckling. "Yeah. And you're more than welcome to get those ones wet too."

You lightly smacked his chest and he responded by kissing you. "Show me what those ones look like."

"I don't think I have any pictures saved..... oh, hang on. There are some on Instagram."

You scoffed and said, "You don't even have an Instagram account."

Bradley tiled his chin up to look at you. "How do you know that?"

He looked amused, and you couldn't lie to him. "You don't have any social media accounts. I've checked," you said softly, tangling your fingers in the fabric of his shirt.

"That's right. You're on Instagram though. But it's set to private," he said with a grin.

"You've looked?" you asked him, burying your face in his neck.

"Of course. Been hoping one day you'd remove the privacy settings so I could see what you look like now. The answer to that is fucking gorgeous, by the way."

"Bradley," you whispered. Your cheeks were burning hot, and you just couldn't meet his eyes.

"Here's my uniform, Sugar," he whispered, and you repositioned yourself on his lap a bit.

"Holy shit," you gasped, looking at the photo of him wearing a head to toe white uniform, including a hat that would have looked silly on most people.

"There's one in my dress blues as well," he murmured, scrolling down to another, equally sexy looking photo. But your eyes caught on a different photo.

"Who's that?" you asked, pointing to a photo of him wearing cutoff shorts and sunglasses at the beach. He had his arm around a petite, brunette woman in a bathing suit. She was so beautiful, you felt a little sick with jealousy. "She's pretty. Was that your girlfriend?"

Bradley started laughing so hard, you weren't sure what you'd said that could have been that funny. You crossed your arms and waited for him to take a breath.

"That's Nat," he said, squeezing you against him as he wiped a tear from his eye. "And I find her quite repulsive, actually. At least as a romantic prospect, Sugar."

"How? She's so lovely," you said, still looking at the photo of them together and pouting. "Is this her Instagram account?"

"Yeah," he answered with a grin. You scrolled along, noticing that photos of her with Bradley were pretty prominently featured. There was one of them eating a pile of hot wings. There was another one of them both in their flight suits. There was one of them laying on rafts in a pool. "She is pretty. But she's vomited on me more times than I can count. She eats all the food I buy and leaves the empty packages. And she makes up horrifying nicknames for me. Just like unspeakably awful riffs on my call sign. Her favorite one is Little Chicken Cock Boy."

Now you were smiling. "She sounds like a very good friend."

"She is," he confirmed. "And she thinks you're pretty."

Your eyes went wide. "My Instagram is private."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "So is the photo I have of us from when we were twenty one. That doesn't mean she didn't get me to show it to her and Bob when I was tipsy one night."

You gasped. "You showed them a picture?" What if he still had the dirty ones you snapped in the kitchen at his fraternity house? You really hoped he did.

"Mmhmm," Bradley said, blushing profusely but still looking at you. "Nat knows all about you. When I tell her I ran into you... she's going to flip out."

"She knows about me?" Your heart wasn't going to be able to handle much more of this. He told his best friend about you.

"All about you," he confirmed.

"Even the study room?" you asked with a smirk.

"Come on, Sugar, some things are sacred."

"Sacred?" you said with a laugh. "I don't know if you'd call what we did in there exactly holy..."

"Always felt like a religious experience to me," he swore, crossing his heart with his index finger. "Today was no different."

His face was a little too serious, and you knew he wasn't joking. You rested your cheek on his shoulder again, tucking your forehead against his neck. You didn't say anything else, just listened to his even breathing and melted into his warm touch.

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You dozed off with your head resting on him, and Bradley let you sleep for a while. He felt so content, he could have taken a nap too, but he knew he needed to soak up all of this time with you while he could. So he stayed awake and enjoyed the sound of your soft breathing and the feel of your weight against him.

But it was getting late now. The sun was getting low in the sky. Neither one of you had taken a single sip of the mugs of tea that you made, and Bradley was thirsty and starving. And he assumed you would need time to get changed for the class reunion.

"Sugar," he whispered, and you started to stir when he ran his hand along the length of your arm until he was holding your hand. "Wake up, baby."

You arched your back and sighed, your lips grazing his neck. "Bradley," you moaned softly in your sleepy voice. His cock twitched from the sound of his name on your lips.

Then you moaned a little louder as your lips connected with his in an unhurried kiss, and Bradley no longer cared if you and he got to the reunion on time, if at all.

You slowly positioned your legs so you were straddling his thighs, never taking your lips away from his. Bradley's hands found your hips and then reached around to grab your ass, pulling you flush against his hardening cock.

When you released his lips and gasped, he swore to you, "I will never recover from this weekend."

And then your mouth met his again while all of your fingers tangled a little roughly in his hair. You pulled him by his hair until his lips met your neck. "Maybe I don't want you to," you whispered, and Bradley treated you to his mustache on your soft skin. "Maybe I want you to keep on thinking about me like this."

He nipped at your neck and slowly pulled your sports bra over your head. Then he tilted his head down to taste both of your tattoos, running his lips and tongue along them. "I'm never gonna be able to stop," he growled, sucking on the song lyrics he had always associated with how much he had loved you.

He let you grind slowly against him through your clothing and his, your head tipped back while he gently kissed your breasts. When you started to reach for his shirt and pull it off, you whispered, "God you feel good."

Bradley kept your motions slow with his hands on your hips, and after another minute you were practically panting. You suddenly scrambled off of his lap and started to yank off your sweatpants. And then you were standing between his splayed legs, looking down at him. You bit your lip and let your fingers drift down along the front of your body while Bradley unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with a groan. He watched you teasing yourself, pretty manicured fingers dipping down into your own wetness and then teasing your clit.

"God damn it, Sugar." He was yanking his jeans and boxers down below his knees, and then you were climbing back onto his lap. "I wanna go slow," he told you as he guided you closer with his big hands on your body. You nodded for him, nudging yourself against his tip and hissing. You dragged yourself along his length, soaking him with your wetness and teasing your clit with him.

Bradley's mind was focused only on you. His body felt like it was on fire everywhere you touched him with your lips. And as you sank down around him, he could feel your teeth and tongue on his shoulder, then his neck, and then his mouth.

"Oh fuck," you gasped quietly, moving your hips slowly as you rode him. You were the best. You were still the best sex of his life. For a long time, he had thought that you were just magical in that way. But now that you connected with him again physically after so long, he was pretty sure it had more to do with everything he loved about you. "Beer Boy!" You were dragging your nails through his hair again, and he could feel the tension building in your body. He knew you were getting close, the slow, smooth movements of your hips becoming more erratic.

"Cum all over me, Sugar," he whispered, leaning his head back to watch your face as he gently palmed your tits and teased his fingers along your tattoos. "I wanna see it."

He watched every emotion and expression on your face, enjoyed every squeeze of your pussy around his cock. Absorbed every small sound you made. Relished the way your nails were digging into his shoulders. And all the while you were whining his name at increasing volume.

He wanted to tell you exactly how he felt about you, but doing so while he was buried deep inside you seemed like simultaneously the best and worst idea he had ever had. So instead he pressed his lips to yours while you came around him, and he thrust up into you a few times until he was filling you up again.

You collapsed against him, hands tucked behind his neck and your lips at his ear. "I... oh... Bradley."

You sounded fucking stupid, and he wanted to make you this way all the time.

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"How do I look?" Bradley asked you, even though he'd just spent the last twenty minutes getting himself ready and getting dressed in his suit right in front of you.

"Sexy," you told him, and he actually had the nerve to blush a little bit. You had just finished doing your hair and makeup, and now you were pulling your dress out of your tiny closet. "Why is tonight's theme black tie formal?" you asked. "As if I really had the money to spend on this damn dress."

But Bradley's eyes went wide as you draped it across your bed. "It was worth every fucking penny," he told you with a grin. "Want me to help you put it on?"

You nodded and took your sports bra off again, letting him have a minute to kiss and stroke your breasts and your tattoos while you giggled. "Okay, okay, Beer Boy. Help me with my dress!"

Bradley groaned and helped you slip it on and then zip up the back, and when you spun to face him, you already knew where his eyes would be.

"Sugar," he whispered reverently. Your dress had cutouts on each side, and parts of your tattoos were visible. "You look perfect."

Silently, you handed Bradley your high heels and sat on the edge of your bed while he knelt and helped you put them on. As you watched his graceful fingers rub against your ankles, your heart clenched in your chest.

"Are you flying out tomorrow?"

He caressed the inside of your calf before looking up at you with a guarded expression. "Yeah. I have a flight at 8 in the morning."

You were instantly fighting a nauseous feeling that was rising up inside you while Bradley placed a kiss to your knee where the slit of your dress had fallen open. You had barely twelve more hours with him before he would be leaving in his rental car to drive to the airport. It wasn't enough time. It wasn't fair. But you drew in a shaky breath and said, "Let's make the most of it?"

It sounded like a question even to your ears, but Bradley nodded and stood, pulling you to your feet and into his arms.

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There was no way you'd be able to walk to the other end of campus in your heels. Bradley offered to carry you the whole way, but you rolled your eyes and insisted on calling a ride to take you both to the UVA conference center. As Bradley helped you out of the car, he wrapped his arm around you, tucking his fingers inside the fabric of your dress cutout and making you giggle as you both disappeared into the crowd of your former classmates entering the building.

"What the fuck?" Bradley mumbled as you and he walked through the main lobby area. "None of this was updated when we were students."

You laughed. "Looks like they used our tuition money to make everything better after we graduated."

"Ridiculous," he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

The main hall was set up with so many tables, and there were so many people filling the space, Bradley was surprised. But you took his hand in yours and led him toward a table that was only half filled and found two seats together. Bradley glanced around, desperately wanting to avoid small talk with these people and just spend the entire night basking in your presence. But he let you introduce yourself and him to the table before he pulled you toward the bar.

"Come on, Sugar. Let's go get the good beers."

You just rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him like you still couldn't quite believe this was all happening. As the short line for drinks moved, Bradley guided you backwards with his hands on your hips.

"Thanks for being my last minute date," he said with a smile as his fingers found your exposed tattoos again. Those song lyrics were for him; he knew that, but he also knew that you were still unattainable to him.

"Thanks for coming to Virginia and making this the best weekend I've had in a very long time," you replied softly, and the smile was immediately wiped away from Bradley's lips. There was still so much he wanted to say to you. Fuck, you kept hinting at things and beating around the bush, but he just wanted to know where he stood with you now. The fact that he knew how this was going to play out, how he just knew he'd handed you his heart on a platter a second time, was probably going to kill him. Once again.

You turned your head so your cheek was pressed against his shirt right below his bowtie, and he guided you backward another step.

"Sugar, I think we need to talk about me and you. I think we should-"

But your body stiffened in his arms, and he felt goosebumps along your arms.

"What's wrong?" he asked, but as soon as he followed your gaze across the room, he saw what had upset you.

Bradley's focus landed on not only Jeff, but also Phoebe, sitting at the same table. And Jeff's cool eyes had settled on you and Bradley, tangled up in each other's arms.

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Thanks for reading and loving these two! More of the class reunion and a very important conversation coming soon. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls.

PART 5

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Come Away, Come Away, If You're Going (Male!Reader x August Booth)

Sequel to Where the Neons Turn to Wood - bonus points if you can tell me where both these titles come from

Requested by @brymalibu Where the Neons Turn to Wood part 2 - Reader discovers how to reverse the reversed curse on August

It's hard to say the fairies are particularly helpful.

Platitudes about destiny and things being meant to be aren't useful at all. And some of them are downright judgy about your wanting to take away Gepetto's second chance at fatherhood.

Regina scoffs. "And now that we've found out that the fairies are useless - big shocker - are you ready to try something... else?"

"Like what, O wise one?" you snark right back.

"Dark magic." she says plainly. "It makes more sense."

"Isn't it basically evil?"

She shrugs. "Dark magic always involves an exchange. Nothing is for free. Nothing comes from nothing. Dark magic means you sacrifice something to gain something.

You nod. "Makes sense to me."

It's easy to talk a big game about kindness and love and the power of compassion. But this, apparently, is the land without magic.

August and you made your way in this world by struggling hard, and at times that meant stepping on the backs of others to get ahead.

You remember the movie. Selfless, brave, and true was all well and good in theory, but in the real world, nuance was required.

You follow Regina to her house - her house is tastefully appointed, and now that you know she's the Evil Queen, it almost seems too on the nose, what with the apple bowls everywhere.

Regina smirks when she offers you an apple, almost out of habit.

You noisily crunch the actually-really-tasty apple while Regina lays out her plan.

"Light magic is always tricky to undo. But fairies are too fond of loopholes to make good curses."

"I don't see much of a loophole to 'be selfless, brave, and true, and you shall be a real boy.'"

Regina chuckles. "True, but light magic follows intent. This wasn't a spell for Pinnocchio, but for his father. So we need to change the spell to benefit you instead."

"How?"

"We need to use her wand."

You glance in the general direction of the church. "Are you saying they lied about having their magic?"

"Unfortunately no. However, we have got another avenue. If there's anyone who has her wand, it's Rumplestiltskin. Mr. Gold."

You frown. "Okay, was it you that came up with all the names for everyone here?"

She does not deign to respond and instead teleports you both to the pawnshop in a burst of purple smoke. "This is where you go on your own. He hates the fairies, but me even more. Oh, and he also hates your boyfriend."

"Good to know." you say sarcastically, and after getting you briefly caught up, you enter the pawnshop.

Mr. Gold looks at you, somewhat quizzically. "So... a stranger."

You nod. "I'm told you were known as the Dark One?"

He narrows his eyes. "Not by those from your world."

"Do you know who I am?"

He tilts his head, walking out from behind the counter. "There's a very small pool of people you could know in this town. Even fewer that you could have a powerful enough bond with to penetrate the borders of a Dark Curse. So, unless you're an old flame of Sheriff Swan's, then I have to assume that you've arrived to find your true love turned into a little boy. Can't imagine that was very appealing."

You frown at the sneer he gives you. "Not fond of him, are you?"

"Can't say I am."

"May I ask why?"

"You can always ask." he says snidely, refraining from saying whether he'd answer.

"Do you know what I'm here for?"

"I haven't the foggiest, but I can point you to a map of Maine if you're preparing to leave."

"I'm here to alter a fairy's spell." you say, keeping your face impassive as he gives a hoot of laughter.

"And you think I'd help you? I think you've underestimated your charms, young man."

"I hear you like making deals. I'll offer you one."

Gold's hands flex around the handle of his cane, but he doesn't say no.

"Help me make August a healthy, normal, adult, and I'll take him away from Storybrooke. Forever. And you'll never have to see him again."

Gold chuckles. "Tempting. But how do you know that... August... will go with you? What if he wants to stay here with his long-lost Papa? And that's assuming you even can work the magic. You're from the Land Without Magic - it'd be like a child waving a pretty stick."

You look at him. "If I can't work the magic, I'll snap the wand in front of the fairies. If I can, and August doesn't want to come, then I'll work one spell of your choice. Obviously you'd use the wand if you could, so it must be something only someone else can work."

Gold sneers at you. And then he holds out a hand.

You shake it. And shudder.

About thirty minutes later, you stand in front of Marco's carpentry workshop, a golden wand in your hand, loosely at your side.

You may not have magic like the people from fairy tales. But this world is not without its own kind of power. You draw up all your memories of August. Of riding behind him on his motorcycle, arms tighter-than-necessary around him. Of arguments over stupid things and him leaving your apartment to clear his head, and his sheepish return with snacks from the market. Of your life, which wasn't perfect, wasn't magical, wasn't pretty.

He doesn't have to be selfless, brave, and true. All he needs to be is himself.

You raise the wand, and Storybrooke is rocked by an earthquake. A fierce wind threatens to tear the town apart, and lightning flashes somewhere, a clap of thunder following instantly.

And suddenly it stops.

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