Hey I can't access any of your Mav fics from mobile? Nor browser. .did you delete them,?(
hello! no i didn't, that's weird. maybe i need to relink them all.. i will have a look later once i've eaten and had some caffeine, sorry about this! <3 ;(
a/n: long time no type, i watched top gun again a couple days ago and it seems to have re-ignited my love for the franchise, so i went through my requests and sort of chose the one that spoke to me the most. i haven't typed up anything in a looong time so forgive me if there is any mistakes or if it's ass :( <3
also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.
pairings: dad!rooster x gn!reader,
warnings: fluffy afff :3
the request: @callsign-whiskey 'Bradley has a daughter that no one knows about, so when he is called back to Top gun he has to take her with him… single father and all.. one day after training he gets a call from the daycare saying that she got really upset/sick/scared so Bradley rushes out trying to get to his child and Mav notices he is rushing and becomes worried. So he goes to roosters house to see what is wrong and when he knocks on the door Bradley with a little girl in his arms curled into his neck, opens it and Mav is shocked. Bradley is just trying to get her to calm down and Maverick remembers something from when Bradley was a baby and he takes her from rooster and calms her down. Then they have a big talk about what they missed out on when they were out of contact.'
"Daddy has to go to work, okay sweetheart?" Bradley's heart was currently breaking in two as he stared at your sweet, innocent eyes; his protective hands engulfing your tiny toddler shoulders. Being no more than two years old, you couldn't help but feel your little lips quiver as a sob started to choke you.
"No!" You whined tearfully as you watched your daddy stand up, the warmth and security of his grasp quickly dissipating. Bradley clenched his jaw as he helplessly watched his little one cry for him. Your brows knitted together as the growing bubble of uncontrollable emotions boiled within your small body; cheeks growing impossibly red from the anger and upset you couldn't control.
"I'll be back soon okay, sweetheart?" Your daddy softly said as he bent down to your level again, almost instantly silencing your tears. "Be good for me," He whispered, pressing a prolonged, soft kiss to your forehead. "I love you." As his lips left your forehead, another strangled sob fell out, and you tried reaching up to grab him with your small hands - as if leaving you behind was hard enough, how could he leave you when you looked so scared and helpless? Bradley felt like he was abandoning you, and it took everything in him to walk out of the daycare, only turning around once to see the nanny pick you up, trying her hardest to soothe you.
It wasn't hard for Maverick to clock that something was off with Rooster - almost immediately he noticed how he kept checking his watch every few minutes, the way he chewed anxiously on his bottom lip, how he rubbed his mustache... Despite the gnawing feeling Maverick felt in him, he knew better than to press Bradley, especially when he seemed this tense. He was a ticking time bomb from Maverick's perspective.
The second Maverick dismissed the class, Bradley was up in a heartbeat; the screech of the metal chair leg against the concrete floor in the room caught the attention of just about everyone. Maverick watched his late best friend's son dash out of the room in a jog, fishing his phone out of his pocket and planting it straight to his ear.
"Jeez, what's got him in such a hurry?" Hangman sneered, his lips curling back to reveal a taunting grin. Maverick shot the young hot-shot a glare, in which Hangman quickly withdrew his grin and swapped it for a sheepish glance. Bob and Phoenix shared a perplexed look as they stared at their captain, quietly shuffling out of the room with the rest of the class. Like before, Mav knew better than to chase Rooster up and poke him for answers, but this time something in his gut was pushing at him to go and investigate.
"Ahh, shit." The captain breathed out with a strenuous grunt, eyes staring at the ground, different outcomes speeding through his mind. He slammed the paperwork in his hands onto the desk he stood before, quickly running to his motorbike. It's probably nothing, he thought. But something just seemed odd, and besides, Maverick promised Carol that he'd look out for her little Bradley no matter what.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Bradshaw, we couldn't calm her down. She really wanted her daddy." Miss Darlene sighed softly as she met Bradley's worried eyes. Immediately, Bradley heard your soft, strangled breaths from behind Miss Darlene. "We don't usually call the parents, but she was really worrying us."
"It's not a problem," Was all that Bradley could muster as he bent down to meet your petrified eyes. "Hey honey." He cooed, a smile of relief reaching his lips as you peered out from behind the nanny with one hand in hers and one in your mouth. Instantly your eyes lit up with happiness, any sign of sadness quickly melting away as you dashed into your daddy's arms.
"Daddy!" You cried out, your little legs carrying you as fast as possible to Bradley's open arms. He scooped you up with a chuckle, pressing soft, ticklish kisses all over your cheeks, prompting his favourite sound in the whole world. Your giggles were the reason he worked so hard everyday, to keep you happy and healthy - and most importantly out of harm's way.
"You wanna go home, my little love?" Bradley grinned, pressing another kiss to your nose, earning a squeal of excitement from you as his thick, bushy mustache tickled your soft cheeks.
"Mutash, daddy!" You squeaked and pressed your tiny hands on his cheeks, another squeal of happiness leaving your lips. Bradley felt his heart fill with pride as he stared at you, your bright and inquisitive eyes staring right back at him.
"Let's go home, sweetheart." Bradley said softly as he threw a gentle smile Miss Darlene's way.
It was around five o'clock when Maverick arrived at Rooster's house, his electric blue bronco sitting pretty out front. Maverick sat still on his motorbike as he stared at Rooster's house, internally debating whether this was still a good idea or... not at all.
"Nope, you came all this way-" Maverick grunted as he stepped off of his bike, sighing deeply. "You're going in." He scolded himself, marching over to Bradley's front door. He paused momentarily before rapping a couple knocks, stepping back to wait for an answer.
The door creaked open, revealing a tired and dishevelled-looking Bradley, and... and a toddler? Maverick's brows instantly shot together to form a confused frown as he stared, open-mouthed at his friend. From what Maverick could see - and hear - you were currently having a tantrum, curled right up into Bradley's neck. His eyes were wrinkled and bags had formed underneath them, and as Maverick stared into them, he could see how stressed Rooster truly was.
"Um," Maverick blinked, still slightly gobsmacked at what he was looking at. "Wha-" Before he could get another word out, Bradley had pulled his captain inside, silently pleading with his eyes for help. "Alright, let me take them." Maverick smiled, holding out his hands for Rooster to pass you to him.
"Hey, sweetheart," Maverick cooed at you as you cried. He wiped your tears away with his thumb, and smiled gently at you. "It's okay." He chuckled softly, watching your lips quiver as you tried to fight back the sobs that were currently flowing out of you. Maverick bobbed you up and down as you seemed to slowly calm down, slowly swaying you from side to side. "Are you happier now?" Maverick grinned as he watched you lay your head against his shoulder, your eyes slowly falling as you were lulled into a gentle sleep.
"How did you do that?" Bradley whispered, his face in complete shock. Maverick couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face as he passed you back to your daddy.
"It was a technique I mastered when you were a kid." Mav answered, his grin softening into a gentle smile. "Your dad could never get you to calm down either." He laughed. Bradley blinked slowly as he felt a proud smile pick at his lips as Maverick spoke of his late father. "But err, are they yours?"
"Yeah," Bradley sighed, setting you down for a nap. "I suppose I should explain," He chuckled, though Maverick saw the change in his demeanor almost immediately. A frown reached the captain's face. "I was dating this girl for a while, I was even going to propose when we had the baby. But things didn't really go our way." Bradley chewed on his bottom lip, never meeting the captain's eyes.
"She passed away during the birth," Bradley met Maverick's eyes, but only for a split second. During that short glimpse, Mav noticed how tears had formed in Rooster's eyes. "To this day they still don't know why or how it happened, and it haunts me every night." Bradley muttered with a sharp inhale, obviously trying to get a hold of his emotions.
"Bradley... I'm so sorry," Mav's face fell as he watched Bradley stare down at the ground, his eyes never shifting from the one spot he was so focused on. He shut his eyes and shook his head momentarily, either dismissing Mav's condolences or trying to forget the flashback he was currently experiencing. "If you ever need anything, I'll be right beside you, kid." The captain gently said, stepping forwards slightly, testing the waters.
Bradley finally looked up, tears streaming from his reddened eyes. He was biting down on his bottom lip to stop himself from completely losing it in front of Maverick. He nodded, and shuffled himself towards Mav, quickly engulfing him in a hug - one that he needed desperately.
I’m just stopping by to ask if you’re doing alright, I truly hope you are !!! 💕 Missing youu !!!
Oh and please do not take this as me pressuring you to write, it’s just that I was watching a scene from top gun just now and I thought of you!!
Hey, did you listen to midnights yet? I’m obsessed hehe
Take care of yourself! 💕
hi sweetie, i am okay, just vibing through life right now. i honestly have no idea where it’s taking me, i still love top gun with all my heart, i just genuinely have no idea where life in general is taking me. ^-^ i haven’t written in a while, i just can’t remember how to ‘get into it’ if it that makes sense 💗 :(
i hate writers block so much. i want to write forever but this shit makes it so hard to do that,, why cannot one just have an infinite amount of motivation and creative juice within them :(
a/n: guys i've been obsessed with this fecking song ever since it came out, i have no idea, but oH MY GODDD.... also i'm not really sure i like the ending but i had no idea how to wrap it up. if i think of a better way, i'll change it. < 3
also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.
pairings: maverick x reader
warnings: age gap if you want, angst?, thoughts of cheating, pining, swearing, alcohol
wc: 3,155
summary: you're seeing someone, but you can't help but want a certain fighter pilot - that being the one and only Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell
song: you right by doja cat ft. the weeknd
It was just another Friday night at The Hard Deck - drinks were flowing and conversations were bubbling. You'd been childhood friends with Phoenix, and through her you met the infamous Dagger Squad. Instantly, you became close friends with all of them, and maybe even more with a certain fighter pilot. However, you were seeing someone, so naturally you decided to try and rid yourself of the feelings you'd developed for Maverick - despite it being damn near impossible to do so.
Currently you stood next to Phoenix with a cold drink in your hand, eyes staring dead ahead at a captain you'd grown to adore. He was sat alone, phone in one hand, and his other hand gently clutched around a beer bottle. Maverick had a gentle smile on his face as he scrolled on the small piece of technology, and it made your heart flutter. Noticing the building feeling in your chest, you ripped your eyes away and focused on something else - that being your feet in front of you. They shuffled uncomfortably and you looked back up sheepishly to an empty table, a feeling of guilt slowly beginning to eat at you.
Suddenly, your phone buzzed and you flinched at the vibration in your back pocket, your hand quickly flying to grab it. It was a text from Jamie. 'Everything ok?' read the message, making you feel sick. You groaned quietly and shoved it back into your pocket, gently clamping your teeth down on your bottom lip to nibble on it nervously.
"Everything okay?" Natasha frowned from beside you; a small, curious smile creeping onto her lips. Your mouth instantly fell open at her words, and her frown intensified.
"Did you read my text?" You asked, returning her frown. Natasha only chuckled incredulously, quite obviously confused at your accusation.
"What text? You just seem on edge." She squinted eagerly at you, starting to stare into what felt like your soul.
"I'm fine, it's just..." You sighed quietly, eyes glancing to Maverick who was now currently chatting with Hangman and Rooster. Natasha quickly followed your gaze and she attempted to hold back a smug smile, though her face betrayed her. "Don't." You groaned, looking back at your best friend.
"Aren't you seeing James or whatever his name is?" Natasha chuckled again, dryly, evidently showing her distaste in the guy you were currently dating. You cringed at her words and looked down at your shoes, swallowing harshly like you'd just taken a sip of poison.
"Err, yeah, but it's Jamie, Tasha." You cleared your throat. She only glanced at you with a cocked brow, and you took that as a 'whatever.' "He's not that bad, Phee, not compared to the other guys I've dated..." You said, trying to win her over. Though it was not a fair fight - Natasha had obviously made her mind up about this whole kerfuffle.
"Y/N/N, you choose to date the most fucked up men I've ever laid eyes on," She laughed as her hand flew to her stomach to clutch it. "You can do so much better, it's like you don't know your worth. We all agree on this, by the way." Natasha gave you a single nod, casting her eyes around the bar as if to point at the squad.
"Um, even Mav?" You asked shyly and squinted your eyes as you awkwardly scratched the back of your neck, trying to act non-chalant. She glanced at your squished face and held back a giggle, not wanting to embarrass you. The pilot knew how you felt about her instructor, despite not having told anyone anything.
"Yes, even Mav." Natasha hummed, taking a sip of the beer in her hand. Before you could answer her, a familiar, yet unwanted voice appeared from behind you.
"Y/N?" A male voice called, and you turned around to face them, your heart dropping. You pushed a fake smile onto your face as you heard Natasha try and conceal a snort with a poorly-timed cough. Oh, god.
"Jamie?" You frowned, suddenly questioning why he was here. "What are you doing here?" You asked, staring at him, clearly confused at his presence.
"You didn't reply to my text, and I was worried you were in trouble, so I came to find you." Jamie replied with a frown making your stomach churn. He probably had your best interests at heart, so you tried not to read into his actions too much. "Looks like you're alright." He added with a nod at Phoenix, who cautiously returned it, eyeing him slowly.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for coming to see if I was okay." You awkwardly smiled, running a nervous hand through your hair. You watched as Jamie pressed forwards and slid an arm around your waist, making Natasha's eyes almost fall out of her head. She stepped back, glaring as his wide body shoved her out the way. He uncomfortably pulled you tight against him, making you squeak.
"It's what good boyfriends do." He smiled, and you blinked at him, shocked at his words.
"Oh, y-you're my boyfriend?" You breathed out in surprise, eyes widened. Jamie nodded at you, his eyes gleaming with something you weren't sure of. "That's nice." You chuckled quietly, eyes darting to Maverick who was currently watching you and Jamie like a hawk. You gasped and quickly looked back at your 'boyfriend', trying to hide the blush that was currently painting your cheeks pink.
"Well we've been seeing each other for a couple months now.." Jamie frowned gently, confusion evident in his voice. Phoenix's head whipped around at the speed of light at his words, and you stared at her like a doe caught in headlights.
"What?!" She mouthed at you, and you threw her an awkward grin, looking back at the man who had you in his grasp.
"Yeah, I guess we have..." You trailed off and nodded as you slid your hand down to his vice-like grip to try and remove it from your waist. "Jamie, you're hurting me." You whispered to him, and he quickly let go of you, offering you an apologetic look. Natasha still had her eyes on you two, observing your 'boyfriend' like he was a laboratory experiment. Little did you know, so did Maverick.
"Guess that means I should stay and make sure you don't do anything stupid then, huh?" Jamie joked, earning a disgusted look from Natasha behind him. You were speechless, and utterly lost at how to reply, so you just played along.
"Err, yeah, I guess," You swallowed.
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"So, how long have you been seeing that guy?" A familiar and warm voice suddenly appeared beside you, making your heart race. You turned around, finding the man you'd been desiring all night. A pink blush powdered your cheeks and you let out a gentle laugh at his question.
"Um, a couple months." You brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear mindlessly. Pete smiled at you, his eyes trained on yours. You could feel your stomach doing somersaults inside and you cursed yourself for such a thing. "He's, err, nice," You laughed again, pursing your lips.
"He seems it," Pete nodded in agreement and knocked his knuckles on the wooden bar top quietly. You bit down on your bottom lip and chewed it momentarily, not knowing how to navigate such a topic. "I, uh, never caught his name?" Pete's brows knitted together as he kept his eyes on you.
"Jamie." You stared at Pete, and he stared back at you. The two of you knew there was an undeniable connection between you - it felt like two magnets being held so close together but never being allowed to connect. It was like torture. Your eyes swiftly glanced down at his lips, and you so desperately just wanted to kiss him, but you knew better than that. So you tore your gaze away from him, despite the painful feeling that set within you. "You seeing anyone new?" You asked quickly, wanting to fill the silence that had settled between you two.
"Nah, I'm not exactly looking for anything right now," Pete said, making your heart drop - even though it shouldn't. "I'm happy by myself." He added with a smile that almost made your knees collapse. 'There it is,' you thought. Even if the two of you wanted each other, Pete had made it clear that nothing could ever happen between you two.
"I'm glad you're happy, Pete," You smiled at him, despite the sorrowful feeling beginning to gather in your chest. "It's about time, and it makes me happy that you're happy." You said with a gentle nod, catching sight of Jamie heading over to where you and the captain were currently stood. You held back a groan and clenched your jaw, sliding your eyes back to Pete who frowned at you, obviously noticing your change in behaviour. He threw a quick glance behind him, and turned back around with an amused smile painted on his lips.
"Ah," Is all he said as he leant up from the bar, inhaling slowly. Your head was angled down at the ground but your eyes were stuck on Pete like a magnet. God, why couldn't he just-
"Ready to go, honey-bear?" Jamie smiled at you, purposefully ignoring Pete beside you. You bit back a grimace and smiled at him back, nodding. Your 'boyfriend' slipped in front of the captain, though you could still see part of his face as he leant back onto the bar casually. Pete threw you a cringed look and you subtly rolled your eyes, tearing them away from him.
"Mhm," You hummed. "I'm just gonna pop to the toilet first." You said, throwing a glance at Pete. The captain stared down at the bar-top with a straight face, but you knew he was listening to your conversation. If you were honest, in your mind, you were imagining him following you to the toilets and living out your wildest fantasies.
"Okay, I'll meet you outside." Jamie stepped forwards to press a surprise kiss to your lips - in which you had no time to react to - so you accepted your fate and kissed him back, although it didn't feel right to you. As Jamie pulled away, you smiled awkwardly up at him and brushed a hand through your hair. He stepped back and began to walk away, but not before throwing a harsh look at Pete.
"I guess I'll see you soon then, Pete?" You cleared your throat, a hand flying up to wipe the wetness that Jamie had left upon your lips. Pete couldn't help but chuckle at your action, earning a groan from you.
"Yeah," He smiled at you with a short nod, leaving you unsatisfied. You wished you could just throw yourself at him, but life wasn't good to you like that. "See you soon, Y/N." Pete said as you began to wander to the toilets, and you waved at him.
"Ugh," You groaned to yourself once you were out of ear-shot, heading towards the bar toilets. The sound of your hand slapping against the swing-door echoed out in the empty toilets as you walked in; a warm orange light engulfed the room. The tiled wall was a sage green, and the floor complimented it with white tiles. Your tired reflection stared back at you in the circle shaped, black-rimmed mirror. Your hands fell onto the white countertops as you gazed down at the white basin, a distorted version of your reflection appearing in the silver faucet. As you stared at your reflection, another reflection appeared behind you, but it appeared more masculine than feminine.
With a soft gasp you whipped your body around to face the mysterious figure, but you were met with the someone you'd been hoping for. "Pete?" You breathed out, a little surprised at him being in the ladies room. "You know this is the ladies room, right?" You giggled nervously, glancing between him and the door. Your tense body relaxed slightly as he stepped closer to you, your hands still resting against the countertop.
"Yeah," Pete chuckled at your words, making your stomach do loops. You bit down on your bottom lip in a feeble attempt to distract your wandering mind. "I just wanted to see you again." He said, eyes never leaving yours. The way he stared at you made you feel like the only girl in the world, and to your dismay - it also made you breathless.
"Oh?" Was all you could muster up as he continued to step closer to you, until your chests were mere centimetres from one another. You swallowed thickly as his hot breath caressed your cheek, feeling your heart begin to go into overdrive. You were not an unfaithful person, you weren't brought up that way, but the way Pete was making you feel right now was really making you consider things...
"If you want me to go, just say so." Pete said quietly to you, his baby blue eyes glued to yours. You couldn't look away from him, he was so fucking captivating - like some optical illusion. Instantly you shook your head, and even though you looked desperate, you didn't care.
"No." You said simply as your hands flew to his chest; fingers knotting themselves in the collar of his leather jacket. "I want you," You whined softly, feeling small tears beginning to prick your eyes. "But..." You trailed off, letting your eyes fall to where your fingers were currently gripping onto his jacket. Pete nodded slowly, understanding where this was heading.
"I know, sweetheart." He mumbled, his eyes dotting over your beautiful face. You looked back up at him, gaze falling to his perfect pink lips for a slight second. During that miniscule amount of time, you debated everything. Was it worth ruining something with Jamie? Was it worth potentially ruining your friendship with Pete for something that is possibly just lust?
You looked back up into his eyes, and you knew that was it.
Within seconds Pete pressed his warm lips to yours passionately, his hands flying up to bury themselves in your hair. You whimpered at his touch and your hands slipped up to caress his neck as he pulled you flush against him; your thighs squeezed against the countertop as he pushed against you. Pete slid his hands down from your hair to your thighs and lifted you up so you were sat on the countertop, and instinctively you spread your legs so he could stand between them.
"Oh, Pete-" You moaned softly into his lips, feeling him smile against yours. "You're so much better than him," You said breathlessly in between his desperate kisses. Pete's hands squeezed your thighs, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh that surrounded him. Suddenly, it dawned on you that you were in a public bathroom - let alone the fact that your 'boyfriend' was waiting outside for you. You reluctantly pulled away from Pete, though you kept your hands wrapped around his neck, the pads of your thumbs softly stroking the nape of his neck.
"Shit, I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" Pete stuttered and shook his head vigorously. God, what the hell was he thinking? You had a boyfriend. He stepped back from you and removed his hands, placing them at his sides, before wildly running one through his hair. A look of hurt painted your face as you watched him walk away, your heart dropping in your chest.
"Pete, no, it's fine," You sighed, slipping off of the countertop to reach him. You placed a soft hand on his cheek and it seemed to ground him, his eyes flying to meet yours. "It's not your fault, I shouldn't have said those things." You whispered as the two of you shared a warm gaze.
"No, don't say that." His voice was quiet as his eyes fell from yours to the floor, and you couldn't help but feel awful. You watched as his jaw clenched; the muscle flexing underneath the orange glow of the bathroom lights. "You're with someone, and I shouldn't have done that." Pete sighed, clearly disappointed in himself. Jesus, how could he be so reckless?
"You're right, I'm seeing Jamie... but I want you." You said lowly, thumb brushing against his cheek. Your let your head fall forwards, and Pete started to feel the guilt begin to eat at him as his eyes studied your face. "I can't help it. There's something between us that I can't deny, I don't feel anything when I'm with Jamie, but when I'm with you - it's... different. I-I don't know what it is, but I want it." You rambled, stumbling over your words like a new-born foal. You looked up to find Pete's eyes burning into yours, waiting desperately for you to say the one thing on his mind.
"I want you too." He admitted quietly, almost sheepishly - he knew how wrong this was... you had a man. The energy between you two was just too intense to handle, and it wasn't something the both of you were willing to ignore. "Are you sure about him, sweetheart?" Pete asked, his smooth voice piercing the veil of silence that had suddenly plagued the room. You blinked slowly as you gazed down at the floor before averting it to Pete's warm one.
"No." You answered curtly, staring straight at the captain. He was right in a way, you never felt happy around Jamie - in all honesty, he was a distraction. Not to mention a way to stop your parents from hounding you about when you were going to 'give them grandchildren.' Every time the man said anything you cringed, grimaced or even gagged. What the hell were you thinking? The solution to this problem was standing right in front of you.
Almost too quickly, you fished your phone out of your pocket and dialled Jamie's number. Pete's eyes were watching you swiftly, quite obviously confused at what the hell you were doing. You had to swallow a gag as Jamie's voicemail echoed through your phone. "Hi, Jamie, err, I think we should see other people. It's nothing personal, so please, don't take it that way. I just don't think I'm ready for a relationship just yet." You said into the phone, eyes closing momentarily to think of some bullshit to spew so you could end whatever you had with him without heavy repercussions. At that moment in time, you thanked your lucky stars that you didn't meet him through mutual friends, but during a night-out in a different state.
As you pushed your phone back into your jean pocket with a single finger, you looked back up at Pete who couldn't hide smile that was growing on his face. After listening to you, he was certain what was about to happen.
"So?" He cocked a brow, awaiting your answer. A toothy grin broke out on your face.
"I'm yours." A soft chuckle left your lips as Pete walked forwards to embrace you in his arms, the musk of his leather filling your nostrils with a homey and warm feeling. This was not how you expected the night to turn out... at all - but you weren't complaining.
Hey, Mari! I Just woke up and giiiirl, I had the weirdest dream ever, and I’m always having a bunch of weird dreams!!
I dreamed I was on a beach with Tom (looking so hot btw) and at some point I told him “yeah, there’s this girl I love and she writes top gun imagines and I’m sure you that if you read some you’d like it” and then he said that he was going to read it because they’ll make tgm 3 and so he’d take notes from your page
I literally just woke up from it and I thought of telling you … LMFAO!!!! Why am I like this? 🤡🤡🤡
Hope you’re doing great ❤️
OMGGG!!! 😂😂 this is amazing!! if only he’d do that 😂 i volunteer to star as Y/N 😩 this has me weak, i wish my dreams were like this, but i dream about being on a boat and getting thrown overboard 😭 thank you for telling me this it’s made my day i swear to god🤣
