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“So this…empty feeling I sometimes get,” Jake realized. “It’s because I’m…seeking Christ?”
“Yes!” Pastor Trevor looked excited that Jake understood. “You can find your whole sense of self in Him. That’s why He came, that’s why he loved people. To help us find ourselves in Him. It is so easy to turn your life over to God because its what our heart calls out for.”
Jake scrubbed his eyes and looked up at Pastor Trevor. “What exactly do I do?”
“On your knees.” Pastor Trevor instructed. “There, you will pray. There, you will find absolution.”
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Bradley is Maverick’s child. There’s nothing he could ever do to replace Goose, and he didn’t do half as good a job as his best friend would have done. However, Maverick soothed nightmares and nursed fevers, negotiated during tantrums and cheered at every baseball game. And while Maverick did a lot of things wrong, you can pry parenthood out of his burned-in corpse. He loves his kid, and all he’s ever wanted is for Bradley to be whole and happy.
And maybe that starts with a real, honest conversation that is long overdue.
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Or, after The Mission, life moves on.Series
- Part 1 of Feels Like Home
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Her birthday was always the worst.
The anniversary of her death was manageable. It had been a day that Bradley was anticipating with dread, but it had been expected. Watching her finally close her eyes and take her last breath had come with an ugly mix of emotions. Pain, at never hearing her voice again. Relief, that she was no longer in pain. Selfish relief, that he was released from the burden of watching her deteriorate. Guilt, at the relief. And all together, it was Bradley’s grief. That terrible grief that had him clutching her lifeless hand, hours after it began to stiffen and Hospice hadn’t arrived, and - oh god, his mother was dead. Carole Bradshaw would never again make whole the lives of those around her.
All of the horrible people in the world, and the beautiful shining light that was Carole Bradshaw, was out.
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- Part 4 of Feels Like Home
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“My wife has asked that you join us for dinner tomorrow night,” Beau says carefully.
“Your wife, sir?” Jake’s brow furrows. “Why would she like to meet me?”
“She thinks its important that my mentee sees a healthy work-life balance.”
“I’m your mentee?” Jake teases, smirking lightly. “And you talk about me enough that your wife wants to meet me?”
“You can continue to be a pain in my ass,” Beau sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “Or, you can take the offer of a free dinner with a beautiful and intellectually stimulating woman.”
“Oh, I definitely want to see this side of Cyclone,” Jake grins. “Domesticated.”
“You’re bordering on impertinence.”
“Me? Never.”
“Let’s go back to when you respected me and my position.”
Jake appears to settle down, but only slightly. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. “I’d be honored to attend dinner with your family, Admiral. Just tell me a date and time.”
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or, Beau Simpson didn't mean to adopt a fully grown naval aviator, but, you know; shit happens.Series
- Part 3 of Feels Like Home
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Jake: he said he wants to know if he can say something outside of a professional scope
Mick Mouse: SAY YES
Jake: Okay
Jake: Copied from his message “There are worse places to spend a friday night. Too bad it was for work.”
Mick Mouse: are you screaming rn? im screaming for you
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or, Jake is pretty sure he's fallen into a 90s porn flick
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"All the time I feel I must justify my existence."
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cheesy country love song by enzhe, MayWilder
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The thing is, now that he’s accepted being romantically inclined towards Buck, he’s pretty sure he sees Buck’s reciprocated feelings everywhere. It feels more like a matter of when rather than if. Like Buck’s a sure thing.
On the evening of Buck’s speed dating event, he comes out of their bedroom asking for help picking between two jackets, and Eddie simply says, “you don’t need to go to that.”
“Huh?” Buck’s eyebrows shoot up, framed by that blushed red birthmark.
Eddie shrugs, leaning back on the couch and kicking his feet up. “Go waste time if you want, but you really don’t need to.”
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Eddie is possessive of Buck, but he doesn't get jealous. Why would he? Buck's always been his.
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05 Jan 2026
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The simplest and most understandable way I have ever heard intimacy described is by breaking the word down: in to me see. That is what intimacy is about - allowing another person to see into us, sharing who we are with another person. - Robert Burney
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He doesn’t mean to listen in to Stiles’ conversation, but Stiles is close and never quite learned the art of subtlety. He has one hand pressed against the back of the jeep, putting all his weight against it. Like maybe it could hold him up. Like he doesn’t trust his own legs. “Yeah, Dad. Scott’s got my back. I’ll....” he trails off like he was going to lie and thought better of it. “I’m working on it.... Yeah. I’ll call.... Love you.”
He runs his fingers through his hair as Scott makes his way to the passenger seat. Stiles looks tired, still. Worn out and stretched thin. “You want me to drive?” Scott asks.
“I got it,” Stiles says, like it’s the one thing he’s sure of. “I got it.”
or; the one where Scott and Stiles don't talk until they do.
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15 Dec 2025
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When Bobby dies, Buck doesn't quite know how to make sense of it. Eddie doesn't either. They try to survive by clinging to each other.
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[He feels untethered, feverish, Eddie’s fingers a burning point on his skin, third degree burns. He doesn’t pull back, leaning in closer instead. Just a bit, the smallest of the movements, he craves the contact, always has, since he was four and begging his parents to look at him, it’s his oldest memory.
“Stay?” Eddie asks, and Buck feels it on his lips. “Just for tonight.”
“Yeah.” He breathes out in return. “Anything.” ]Bookmarked by MayWilder
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The memories aren’t fully fleshed out, only flashes of places, people, and feelings. Sometimes they’re tangible, so much so he feels like he can reach it within his fingertips and hold them there.
He’d be washing dishes, and he’d feel the phantom arms of Eddie around his waist, the junction of his neck and shoulder feeling warm. For a flash, he’d see a different kitchen than the one he was in. He’d be looking at a menu in a restaurant, and he thinks he’d hear Eddie’s voice asking, ‘You gonna order the usual?’ When he glances down at the table, he’d be surprised he’s not seeing a deep green tablecloth. He’d doze off on the couch and feel his cheek land on Eddie’s chest, arms wrapping around him, and he’d open his eyes to find himself alone.
How do you explain that away? Missing something you can’t fully remember having?
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Or, Evan Buckley wakes up without eight years of his memories with some guy named Eddie Diaz on his bedside. Which could mean nothing.
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Bookmarker's Notes
I’m going to be thinking about this fic for a very long time.