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clockwayswrites · 9 months

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I totally didn't write this with a fever.

wc: 815, Masterpost, Shopping Montage

“What do you think, parrots and way too many leaves or palm trees and waves?” Danny said, holding the two horrifically patterned Hawaiian shirts up in front of him.

They were standing in one of Crime Alley’s better thrift stores. While Danny had agreed to let Jason buy him some clothing, he had insisted it be at thrift stores. He wasn’t ‘going to let Jason spend that much money on clothing’, he claimed.

Jason figured that meant that Danny hadn’t clocked who he was yet.

Danny waggled the offensive shirts again.

“Tuesday…”

“Ah, I see, clearly it is option number three then,” Danny said somberly before dramatically pulling out a third shirt behind the other two and, “unicorns, rainbows, and hibiscus!”

It was eye searingly bright— like a pack of highlighters had thrown up on it— and clearly whoever had designed it had never seen an ungulate, rainbow, or hibiscus flower in their lives.

“No. No, you are not getting that because I am buying it for my fashion disaster of a brother. He’ll love it.”

“Really?” Danny asked, nose wrinkling adorably as he looked down at the shirt in his hand.

“Trust me, if you knew him, you wouldn’t be doubting it.” Besides, it stopped Danny from getting it even as a joke.

“Huh. Sounds like some brother.”

“That’s an understatement,” Jason said, taking the unicorn shirt and hanging the other two up. “Why don’t we start with pants. Three pairs at least.”

Danny scrambled after Jason. “Three pairs? That means I’d have four if the blood comes out.”

“It will come out.”

“Then that’s four! And that’s way too many.”

“One pair for every two days and a back up pair if you don’t get laundry done or lose another pair to a rogue attack,” Jason explained, finding the jean section. “What size are you and what type do you like. Baggy, boot cut, skinny?”

Danny stared down at the tables of jeans, looking more than a little lost. “Um, blue? Blue is good?”

“Disaster, Tuesday,” Jason said. He sized Danny up before picking out a half dozen jeans and shoving them at the other. “Try these on.”

“Jason, I really don’t—”

“Tuesday, I’m getting you three pairs of jeans. You might as well at least make sure they’re comfortable. Go try on the pants. If these don’t work, we’ve got others to try.”

“I, um, okay,” Danny said with a little nod and disappeared into the fitting booth.

As Jason grabbed another few pairs of pants, he had to wonder when the last time that Danny actually went shopping was from how he was reacting. Having to try on the jeans to make sure they fit was pretty basic. Hoping to make sure Danny really had enough clothing, Jason grabbed a few shirts to add to the pile. Mostly he stuck with basics, but he tossed in a few shirts that seemed nerdy in a way that an engineer might like. He pushed the pile under the edge of the fitting room curtain with his foot.

“What— I don’t—”

“Just be good and try on the shirts,” Jason ordered, as gently as he could, then he leaned against the wall opposite of the little line of changing booths to wait.

The sound of the curtain pulling open had Jason looking up from his phone. Danny stood just inside the booth, tugging down at the hem of the dark red henley where it set over the navy skinny cut jeans.

Danny shifted on socked feet. (Jason made note of the holes in the toes.) “I don’t know if…”

“Gives me a spin, Tuesday,” Jason said, tucking his phone in his pocket. “You act like you’ve never gone clothes shopping before.”

“Been a good few years,” Danny drawled, but spun as he was told. The pants did surprising favors for Danny’s ass for being thrift store pants.

“Never had that sudden growth spurt?” Jason teased.

Danny huffed. “I’m a short king.”

“Well, your Majesty, put both those in the yes pile and go try on some more.” Jason shooed Danny back into the booth with a wave. “When you’re done, we’ll grab you a pack of socks and boxers from the Dollar Tree next door— no arguing— and then I’ll show you the best diner in Crime Alley.”

“Am I going to have to let you pay there too?”

“Yep, so be a good figure head of a dated governmental system and hush.”

“Or it will be the guillotine for me?” The question was muffled as Danny changed.

“You’re too pretty to lose your head,” Jason said. “It would be the dungeons with you.”

Danny cleared his throat after a pause. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jason said with a chuckle and a determination to ignore that mental picture. “Now come on, show me the next outfit.”

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AN: And Dick wore that unicorn shirt far, far too often.

Hopefully it's coherent despite me being sick. The start of this came to me as I was trying to sleep with a 102ish fever so who am I to deny it?

Stay delightful (and hydrated) darlings!

I no longer tag for various reasons, but you can subscribe to be notified at the masterpost. (Queued this post so I'll update the masterpost when I wake)

#dp x dc #dead on main #the fic that i'm not writing #danny fenton/jason todd

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valhallaas · 1 year

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That’s My Girl

pairing: bradley rooster bradshaw x sunshine!reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni) vaginal fingering, p in v, cream pie (wrap it up, pals) jake stirring the pot like the shithead he is

summary: when everyone but rooster sees it, there’s always a texan willing to step up to the plate.

a/n: not me cackling while writing this like some crazed woman. ya’ll can blame @glen-powells for this. the text messages can prove it.

Part 2

Part 3

It surprises you every time you come back to the Hard Deck how it hasn’t changed. At least the atmosphere. Civilians and aviators alike. Penny grins at you when you walk in. Elbowing your way through the crowd, you take a seat at the bar, leaning far enough over to let her kiss you on the cheek. Her and your mom had been best friends. Penny’s known you since you were in diapers, helped your mom through the divorce, and helped you when she passed away. You always did your best to come visit her when you could. You’re on leave for the next two months and you aren’t wasting it anywhere else but here.

“Long time no see.” Penny says as she grabs you a drink.

You only grin. “You’ll be seeing so much of me, you’ll be sick of me.”

“Is free labor included in that?”

“Always.” A two toned whistle catches your attention. Turning to look behind you, you sigh at the sight. Holy shit. They’re all here. Your eyes narrow at the blonde, his grin widening when he catches you staring. “Maybe not tonight, Pen.”

Penny shakes her head. “I didn’t think so. Go on, then.”

Throwing her a grateful smile, you’re up and heading towards the pool table. It’s a reunion, no doubt. You’d been overseas the last few months. Seeing everyone here is a blessing. You can’t help the splitting grin on your face when Bob wraps you up right in his arms. How the two of you hit it off, you’ll never know, but you aren’t complaining.

“Look who it is, folks. Our Sunny girl. Did ya’ll see it get brighter in here when she walked in?”

Your eyes roll so far into the back of your head you’re surprised they don’t get stuck. Turning, you come face to face with the blonde who’d called for your attention.

“Hangman,”

He pulls the toothpick out of his mouth and winks. “Sunshine.”

“What’s got y’all here?”

“You.” Phoenix answers, standing from where she knocked two solids in at the pool table.

You turn to look back at the bar. Penny’s already looking at you with a smirk. What a little sneak. You should’ve known she let you go too easily. Shaking your head you step forward and snag the pool stick from Hangman. He smirks, but doesn’t say anything. You quirk an eyebrow. Lieutenant Jake Seresin keeping his mouth shut? It’s a goddamn miracle. His eyes never leave you as the game finishes. Phoenix grumbles at her loss, you were three shots behind when you started. It’s not your fault that you’re good, that you’re very good. Handing the stick off to Bob, your eyes scan the bar. It’s been almost thirty minutes since you got here. It’s a Saturday night and the bar is busy.

No Hawaiian shirt in sight. No porn mustache spotted anywhere. Your shoulders deflate. If everyone else is here, why isn’t he?

“Who you looking for, Sunshine?”

You glance sideways. “Wouldn’t like to know.”

Jake only grins. “Your bird boy ain’t here yet. Had a meeting with Maverick, I believe.”

Fucking Christ. Are you really that hopeless when it comes to him? So exposed that even Bagman can tell that your head over heels for Rooster? It’s not like it’s your fault. If you had it your way, you’d be happy with your own company. But the heart wants what the heart wants.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I think you do. Because as much as you pine for him, Bradshaw is a dumbass.”

“What do you mean?”

“He hasn’t noticed, Sunny. You’re still that kid from down the road. You need to do something to make him see you.”

The thought has crossed your mind. You’ve known Bradley so long that he probably didn’t think of you that way. Your teeth bite into your cheek, hands fiddling with the hem of your dress. You don’t miss the way Hangman’s eyes take you in. His gaze lingering on your bare thighs. You huff out a small laugh, pulling his attention back to your face.

You and Jake have a weird relationship. He annoys you to no end but you trust him with your life. Pretty sure you’re the only one in the bar that does. Jake’s been protective of you since you met at Top Gun. A relationship without the relationship, you suppose.

“Can always stir the pot,”

You blink. “What?”

“Make him jealous, Sunny.” A snort escapes you and you slap a hand over your mouth. Jake’s smile is wide, his head falling back with a deep chuckle. “Oh, Sunny girl.”

“I have no one to make him jealous. Even if I did, that’s a stupid idea. What am I, in eighth grade?”

“Honey, look at who you’re talking to.”

Green eyes devour you when you look up at him. He is right. No one gets under Rooster’s skin more than Hangman. You bite your lip, unsure. You shouldn’t. You really, really shouldn’t. But there’s a fire in Hangman’s eyes, like he’s got a point to prove. Playing with the hem of your dress, you scrape the toe of your shoe against the floor. Fuck it, really, what do you have to lose?

“What are we going to do, exactly?”

Jake raises his hand, cupping the side of your face. His thumb lightly drags over your bottom lip before pulling it down. He pulls it away and looks down at the faintly smeared mauve color now on the pad. He lifts it up to his mouth and rubs it in.

“What are you doing?”

His lips tilt into a knowing smirk. “Teasin’.”

He’s going to get you in trouble. Lifting a hand to your own mouth, it’s smacked lightly. Sharp eyes glare at him.

“Go pick out a song. Let’s dance.”

“Dance?”

“Yeah, Sunshine, dance. Now go, and pick out a good one.”

You roll your eyes but do as you're told. Eyes follow you the whole way to the jukebox. You lean over, just a bit, the bottom of your dress rising up to tease. Was that why you wore it? Maybe. You wouldn’t tell. Flipping through the songs, you pause a few pages back, a knowing smile taking over your face. Putting the money in, you twirl back to face Jake. When the song starts playing he laughs.

“Honey, you are playing dirty.”

“You started it.”

“Well, you do have your boots on.” He says toeing your Ariats.

“Come on, Texas. Show me how to boogie.”

“You are asking for trouble.”

An eyebrow raises. “Pot, meet kettle.”

Jake doesn’t say anything else. His hand grabs for yours, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you tightly to him. You can’t help but gasp when his thigh slots between yours. Tightening your grip on his shoulder, he twirls you both out and makes room to have a dance floor. The other patrons cheer while watching. A few cat calls thrown your way. A carefree laugh makes its way from you. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt this way. It’s silly, really. To think that teasing a grown ass man made you feel this way.

“Just a heads up, Sunny girl, Bradshaw’s been watching since you went to pick out the song.” Your heart drops. What now? You go to turn your head, to try to find him, anything, really, but are stopped short. Jake slides his hand into your hair keeping you still. “Stop. You’re going to ruin it. I can see his fucking vein bulging from here.”

This is a good thing, right? This is what you wanted? His attention? Jake knows what he’s doing. He’s never led you astray before. Hopefully he won't start now. Jake lets you go, hanging you out with one hand before twirling you around. You’re facing away from him now, and you come face to face with Rooster. You inhale sharply, the smell of him overwhelming you.

“What’s going on here?” He asks, no preamble.

“We’re dancing, I know you have eyes, Bradshaw.”

Bradley looks from Hangman down at you. Head to toe his eyes blaze over you. A fire touching your skin. Licking at the top of your exposed breasts and down your thighs. You can see his lips twitch. The man knows you. His hand reaches out, pinches the fabric of the dress, rolling it between his fingers. It’s his favorite color, and by the look in his eyes you know he knows you wore it just for him.

“Hey Sunshine.”

“Hi Rooster.”

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

You frown. Opening your mouth to talk, you’re promptly cut off. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Rooster shrugs. You follow after him to the table where all your friends are. Most of them try their hardest to look as if they aren’t watching this scene play out like a movie. You jump up to sit on the table, grabbing your drink and taking a sip. You hand Hangman his beer, his glare still on the man beside you. Neither of them say anything for a long time. They just stare, having a silent conversation that you don’t know how to decipher.

“Didn’t know you had a thing for Bagman, Sunshine.” Rooster finally says.

You snort, ignoring Jake’s smirk. “He wishes.”

“That why your lipstick is on his mouth?”

“Who’s mouth should it be on? Wouldn’t want it to go to waste.” Jesus Christ, he’s trying to get you into fucking trouble. Widened eyes look at Jake, his face more stoic than you’ve ever seen it.

“What does that mean?”

Hangman huffs, taking a pull from his beer. “All I’m saying Bradshaw, is that you’ve got a hell of a woman hanging off every word you say. Waiting on you to finally do something. So, you better fuck her before I do.”

Did he know you could hear him? You’re sitting like two feet away. Neither of the men back were backing down and it’s making your anxiety spike. They’ve always been at each other's throats. You’re not sure when their little feud became about you.

“Did she say that?”

“Say what?”

“Did Sunshine say that she wanted you to fuck her?”

There was no hiding the smugness in Bradley’s tone. Hook, line, and sinker. A muscle twitches in Jake’s jaw from how hard he’s clenching his teeth. Suddenly, he glances over at you and you know you must look like a deer caught in headlights. He sighs but it doesn’t sound like one of defeat. More like he’s losing his patience.

He steps towards you, thumb trailing over your bottom lip. “If it doesn't work out with him, Sunny. You know where to find me.”

Hangman turns without looking at either of you again and makes for the jukebox. Your lips quirk up when you recognize the song.

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The sound of the door closing is your only warning. Hazel eyes meet yours in the mirror as you roll your neck. Your body relaxes when you feel him press up against your back. He’s so warm it sends chills running down your spine. The bathroom isn’t all that big. Bradley stands behind you, invading your space and swallowing it whole. There is nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. It’s easy to see that Hangman’s words have gotten under your skin. Your heart thunders in your chest at what’s going to happen next. A small prayer is sent off that Penny never finds out.

“You look good, flower.”

You smile at the nickname. “Thanks. It’s always fun when you can dress up in civvy clothes.”

He huffs. “The dress is really something,”

You grin at him through the mirror and you see Adam’s apple bob, hazel eyes fixated on your lips. You swallow, your throat thick. Tearing your gaze from his, you smooth your hands down the soft material, fingers playing with the hem of it. You took a chance with it, and you’re grateful it’s working out in your favor.

The tension is thick and heady. It clings to your skin, his callouses catch on your skin, gluing themselves to you. The music from the jukebox beats against the bathroom door, it’s the only thing accompanied by your heavy breathing. Your eyes shut when his hand pulls your hair to rest over one shoulder. A light yank of your hair has them snapping open. You meet his eyes in the mirror. One eyebrow quirks up at you. With a shaky breath you nod. Bradley leans in, lips lightly brushing against the expanse of your neck. His gaze rests on the soft spot right next to where it connects to your shoulder. You tilt your neck not only to give him more access, but permission too. Your lips tilt at the groan he lets out before his lips are on you.

Slowly his hands pull your sleeves down your arms. Goosebumps rise on your exposed skin. It makes you feel a little vulnerable. But then Bradley pushes himself even closer. He’s got his Hawaiian shirt on, jeans, and his boots. You can feel him breathing, his chest warming your back. It’s when he pushes his hips against you—you can feel him. All of him. A whimper escapes you and you see him grin in the mirror.

A hand trails down your side while the other moves to your chest. Your head falls back when a nipple is taken between his calloused fingers. You’ve only dreamt of what his hands would feel like. Your imagination didn’t do him justice. The heat coming from him is intoxicating. You’ve been so caught up in him that you haven’t realized a hand has been slipping down, down down. Fingers toiling with your dress, pushing the skirt up slowly. A hum rumbles from him when his fingers finally find your core, slipping between your folds. You’re completely soaked. You’ve been this way since he appeared right in front of you. Your breath locks in your throat when he slips a digit in.

“Christ,” he mutters, voice thick like honey. “No panties, flower?”

You whine, you can’t help it. You push your hips back into him, arching your back. His voice, the accusation in his tone. You knew what you were doing when you left your house. Maybe he’d come home with you, fucking you good and proper in your bed. Not pressed up against the sink of the Hard Deck. Bradley pulls his finger out only to push it back in with another. He does this, warming up your body, until you’re moaning, your own hand wrapped around his wrist and guiding him. You can’t stop your hips from grounding down on his hand. Desire has taken over. Bradley has left your nipple, hand now wrapped around your throat, holding you hostage to watch yourself in the mirror. He grunts when you clench around his fingers. You’re close, so close.

“Bradley,” you whine, fingers digging into his arm.

“I know, flower. You want it real bad, don’t you? Let me feel it. Let me feel you gush all over my hand sweet girl. Would you like that?”

You’re going to come off his words alone. A moan falling from your lips as the pressure tightens. It’s only moments later when the band snaps, hot liquid flooding throughout your body. Your head falls back against his chest, another moan filling the small space.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.”

You can feel him moving behind you. The distinct clinking of his belt being undone. Your whole body grows hotter in anticipation. Searing heat hits you, a hand stroking himself while the other is spreading you open. Heat pulses between your legs. There’s no doubt that he’ll split you wide open. After what you just pulled with Jake, you’d be surprised if he was forgiving at all. It’s a little fucked up, but it warms your belly all the same. Lifting your head, you gasp when his eyes meet yours. Bradley’s pupils are blown, lust and primal desire have taken over. His lips pink and full, he bends down and kisses right between your shoulder blades. Traveling up your spine, over your shoulder, he digs his teeth in where it meets your neck. You don’t miss his smirk when you moan.

He slides a hand across your ass, slapping you just hard enough to leave a red handprint behind as he thrust deep, bottoming out. A hand clamps down around your mouth, muffling the scream trying to break free. He’s big, so fucking big. He’s filling you up like never before. It hurts, a pain that you will never get enough of. Your knuckles turn white with each rough, lazy thrust. Bradley slides a hand along your spine, up the back of your neck and into your hair, your breath catches as he pulls your head up and you’re meeting his gaze in the mirror. He’s watching you come undone around him. Each stroke pulling more and more pleasure. Your cheeks are flushed, pupils blown with lust, and lips parted as each of your clipped breaths turn into whimpers.

“Flower,” he grits, hand tightening in your hair, “you feel so fucking good.”

You stare back at him, feet spreading wider to let as much of him in as you can. His teeth dig into your skin again, this time leaving bruises behind. It makes you whine. Little secrets that litter your skin. He thrusts harder, rougher until your hand is pressed against the mirror just to keep you balanced. He’s fully claiming you. Cock punching into the deepest part of you. Neither of you are too worried about the sounds escaping you now.

“Bradley, I–” you're cut off by a whimper when he reaches that spongy spot deep inside you. Over and over again, you feel it approaching, your orgasm is going to come crashing down and you’re ready to bask in it. Your face lifts up, like a sunflower searching for the sun.

“Flower? Are you going to come for me again? Are you going to let me feel you come around my cock?”

“Yes! Yes, I–Rooster, fuck,”

You come on his cock like a tidal wave, and when you collapse against the counter, your body trembles, heaving desperately for air. Bradley groans, pulling you up until you’re flush against him. His lips meet yours in a messy kiss, bucking his hips harder until he’s chasing his high right over the ledge with you.

“Good girl,” he praises, wiping the sweat off the back of your neck. “Good fuckin’ girl. That’s my good girl.”

The jukebox is still blaring when you exit the bathroom. Slowly you make your way back to where your friends are. Ignoring all of their knowing stares you reach for your drink and down it. When Bradley finally makes his appearance beside you, a possessive arm thrown over your shoulders and a quick kiss to the crown of your head. Hangman’s watching the both of you, a knowing look in his eye.

“So, Bradshaw, how was she?”

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coquettetoji · 5 months

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{⚡️} GETO SUGURU MOODBOARD

★ geto suguru general hcs ★

— now how do i even begin with this fine ass man

— he’s 6’5, lean muscular with a mf 8 pack like those hawaiian rolls from costco, they’re so defined and just them + his pale skin is 😏

— towers over everyone, will do that arm next to your head leaning towards you against the wall type of thing just to get you acting up

— his hands are big, not huge but definitely really big, they’re bony and veiny but callous

— his ears are pierced on each side, he has a diamond stud on both ears. he also has a nose ring on the left nostril

— left handed mf, don’t ask why he just is **also wears silver rings, suguru isn’t a gold typa guy 🙁

— his voice is really smooth and deep, like it has a certain vibrato to it that just makes me wet go feral alongside everyone else

— genetically has perfect teeth, also has a tooth gem on one of his canines, his tongue is pierced too

— has a lot of tattoos, but they aren’t huge just small ones scattered throughout

— hair hair hair hair hair hair hair hair (it’s perfect) it’s jet black and wavy, pieces are always falling in-front of his face but it’s so hot

— only wears the color black, white, or any type of neutral tone color. you’ll probably never catch him dead in like a bright yellow shirt

—onto personality, this boy literally has puppy mentality

— like he’ll act super big and tough but once he’s around people he’s comfortable with he just melts

— has a very sarcastic sense of humor, half the time people don’t even know if he’s joking or serious now

— gym rat alongside gojo, they’re designated workout buddies

— loves physical touch as a whole and is definitely a golden retriever type of guy even though he looks kinda scary and mean

— his favorite hobbies are cooking and drinking, as for cooking he’s cooking at like a culinary chef level it’s scary

— also loves street racing, kinda illegal but kinda fun 😏

— has a very high tolerance when it comes to drinking, will probably get a bit tipsy after 7 or more drunks

— drives a bmw with black exterior and red interior, it also has skylights he installed himself (he’s a car guy)

— he’s a big partier when it comes to drinking and smoking but is so chill about it, like he’s so calm while the rest of his friends are just screaming

— has super fast reflexes? and it’s really hot? like really really hot?

— honestly always on his phone bc he’s a tiktok guy, he doesn’t post thirst traps they’re in his drafts but he just finds the videos entertaining

— listens to a variety of music but his top choices have to be keshi, and brent faiyaz ** hes also an apple music user 🤢

— definitely has a flirty personality but is super shy but people flirt back to him, honestly a cute guy stuck in a fuck boy’s body is what i’m trying to say

— extremely respectful to his elders, will gladly help a grandma cross the street any day!

— in all, he’s definitely a 6/10 on fuck boy scale, he’s just such a sweet and respectful guy and we love him #INEEDYOUSOBADPLEASEGETO

💌 new message from mica ‧₊˚✧

ive been procrastinating so much with posting i’m sorry to my 37 followers ( appreciate y’all ) 🙁🙏

the hair omfg 😫😫😫😫

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crowinthewoods · 4 months

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A bunch of incorrect quotes just cuz I'm bored and these are funny. I might have went over board and no I'm not sorry.

Jon: I am an expert at identifying birds.

Gerry: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?

Jon: Yeah, they're all birds.

Gerry: What’s up with you?

Jon: What do you mean?

Gerry: You’ve been nice and helpful and considerate all day. What’s your game?

Gerry: *makes Mike a cup of tea but puts salt in it*

Mike: *sips tea*

Gerry:

Mike: *finishes tea*

Gerry: Didn't it taste bad?

Mike: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

Gerry, tearing up: Oh, okay.

Tim, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?

Gerry: …

Gerry: What’s in the box?

Tim: What woul-

Gerry: Tim, what’s in the box?

Tim: I think you know.

Jon: What did you two do?

Mike:

Tim:

Jon: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the police again or not.

Gerry: Why would I flip my shit about that?

Tim: Because you flip your shit about everything.

Gerry: Well, will you look at this. Here is my shit, and yet it remains unflipped. Just sitting there on the skillet, getting burned on one side. It’s a miracle.

Jon: Mike, we're hungry!

Gerry: Mike! What's for dinner?

Tim: We're hungry, Mike!

Mike, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams*

Tim, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Tim, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Tim: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

Jon: If you water water, it grows.

Mike: ...What.

Tim: They've got a point.

Jon: What are you two arguing about this time?

Mike: They’re always using common phrases incorrectly!

Gerry: Cry me a table, Mike.

Jon: *Locks Mike in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.

Mike: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?

Jon: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Mike, used to Jon being dumb: Sure...

Jon: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Mike: Okay?

Jon: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Mike:

Jon: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Mike: Jesus, that one is a little-

Gerry, interested: No, no, Jon, keep going.

Tim: Gerry? What are you doing here?

Gerry, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.

Jon, texting Tim: I’m a theif.

Tim: Thief.

Jon: Theif.

Tim: I before E except after C.

Jon: Thceif.

Tim: NO.

Mike, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

Jon: Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I’m actually bi.

*at a zoo*

Daisy: What are they in for?

Not Sasha: Daisy, this isn't prison.

Daisy: So they can leave?

Not Sasha: No, but-

Daisy, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

Daisy: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.

Kevin, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you.

Not Sasha, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.

Kevin: Coming right up.

Daisy: As you know I keep a list of all my friends in order of how likely they are to betray me.

Mike: Where am I on the list?

Daisy: Well I can’t tell you that because then you’ll quickly move up or down depending on your reaction.

Daisy: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.

Not Sasha: And?

Daisy: And you are.

Kevin: A banker? Me?

Melanie: Yes, Kevin.

Kevin: But I don’t know anything about running a bank!

Melanie: Good. No preconceived ideas.

Kevin: I’ve robbed banks!

Melanie: Capital! Just reverse your thinking. The money should be on the inside.

Tim: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Mike, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Gerry: Awww, why don't you like cats, Daisy? They're just snuggly buddies! They have toe beans! They make a little blep! What's not to love??

Daisy: I don't know Gerry, I just prefer to be conscious instead of dead on the floor.

Gerry:

Daisy: I'm ALLERGIC.

Tim: Made you all playlists!

Tim: Gerry, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

Tim: Kevin, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Tim: And Melanie has the ABBA Gold album.

Not Sasha, excitedly: Heeyy!!

Daisy: Hey, someone's excited.

Melanie, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.

Daisy: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Martin and Jon's convo?

Gerry: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.

Tim: I'm in the washing machine.

Mike: I'm in the closet.

Gerry: We accept you Mike. <3

Mike: No I'm literally in the closet.

Gerry: Love is love. <3

Kevin: Who hurt you?

Not Sasha: *snorting* What, do you want a list?

Kevin: ...Yes, actually.

Melanie: This can’t get any worse. Can it?

Tim: Sure it can - just give me a minute.

Helen: Hey, Sasha, where are you going?

Sasha: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell.

Sasha: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.

Gerry: Mike said its my turn with the brain cell.

Sasha: Square up.

Kevin: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes...

Kevin: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps.

Basira: ...That took an unexpected turn.

Melanie: So did their neck.

Sasha: If I say yes am I joining a cult?

Jon: Possibly.

Sasha: I’m in.

Martin: I think this might be a bad idea...

Tim: Don't start thinking on me now!

Melanie: Basira, I know you love Helen. I mean, we all do, they’re a very nice person and I respect them immensely.

Melanie: But I think they might be a fucking idiot.

Basira: *cooking*

Melanie: *kicks down door*

Melanie: *grabs knife from Basira's hand*

Melanie: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?

Basira:

Basira: What.

Martin: They're trying to tell you they want to cook.

Sasha: Kevin and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us.

Michael: What did you do?

Sasha: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and-

Kevin: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

#daycare au #the magnus nightvale daycare au #chaos #the magnus archives #gerard keay #jonathan sims #michael distortion #not sasha #welcome to nightvale #incorrect quotes #sasha james #mike crew #melanie king #basira hussain #martin blackwood #daisy tonner #kevin wtnv #they're all dumbasses your honor

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rainiishowers · 4 months

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Obey Me Incorrect Quotes

A/N: Haha sleep deprivation go brrrrr

———

MC: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Simeon and not do the thing,

MC: Well there’s a clear right answer here.

MC: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

——

Barbatos’, at Solomon’s “funeral”: I need a moment with them.

Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*

Barbatos, leaning over Solomon’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Solomon, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

——

Asmodeus: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

——

Satan: ARE YOU-

MC: Fucking.

Satan: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

MC: Fucking.

Satan: IDIOT!

Beelzebub: …What was that?

MC: Lucifer banned Satan from swearing, so I’m helping him out.

——

Simeon: The odds of this happening by coincidence are vanishingly small.

Satan: I would say infinitesimally.

Mammon: And I'd say teenily-weenily. We all know words

——

Leviathan: I lost my fish.. :(

Beelzebub, cooking the fish: …Uhm…

——

Solomon: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.

Luke: Are you okay???

Solomon: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce. Pay attention.

Simeon: No, they mean other than that.

Solomon: Ohhhhhh.

Solomon: I haven't slept in 4 days.

——

Belphegor: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?

Mammon: How did you know I was up until 3am?

Lucifer: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.

——

Mammon: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, MC!

*Neither of them die*

MC: …

Mammon: …

MC: So do you wanna talk about somethi-

Mammon: No thank you.

——

MC: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Simeon finally snaps and commits murder?

Solomon: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to them.

——

MC: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship!

Mephisto: We’re not friends.

MC, holding an axe: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.

——

Asmodeus: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Satan: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them

——

Beelzebub: I’m so jetlagged I can’t even regrender my chorf.

*Everyone stares at Beel*

Beelzebub: …I don’t even know what I was trying to say.

——

Asmodeus: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Satan: Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

——

Luke: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Lucifer doesn't take me seriously enough.

Mammon: "Sometimes"?

Solomon: "Enough"?

Luke: …

——

Lucifer: Lord Diavolo? What are you doing here?

Diavolo, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.

——

Mammn: *is throwing stones at MC’s window*

MC: You have a phone for a reason, Mammon!

*THUD*

MC: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

——

Solomon: Guess who just found out the difference between wax paper and parchment paper the hard way?

Asmodeus: Wait, what’s the difference?

Solomon: One you can use in the oven safely, and the other you can also use in the oven... if the thing you are trying to make happens to be fire.

——

Solomon: Wow, they really hate us.

Asmodeus: Yea, perhaps they’re homophobic.

Solomon: But we’re not gay, Asmo.

Asmodeus: We’re not?

#obey me incorrect quotes #obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me brothers #obey me side characters #obey me mc #obey me crack #sleep deprived af

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criminalamnesia · 2 years

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Adore You

warnings: angst, super long sorry, not proofread whoops

summary: she starts to think that hangman isn’t so bad after returning to topgun.

author’s note: This was not supposed to be so long but I’m in a top gun phase rn soooo here’s this! it’s a mess but I love hangman so I wanted to write for him. also this is kinda fem!reader insert I guess?? maybe more oc?? she/her pronouns are used and her call sign is Silver but no other descriptors or y/n is used sooo view this how you’d like

Hangman was a notorious asshole. It’s how he got his name. He left everyone hanging, abandoning his team for a shot at being the best.

Did it pay off? Maybe. After all, here he was, handpicked for a top-secret mission because he was one of the best of the best, and he didn’t let anyone forget it. Especially her.

“Silver! Miss me?”

Jake’s voice called out to her clearly, even over the loud chatter and music surrounding them. The Hard Deck was crowded as per usual; perhaps even more so because of those returning for the secret mission.

She was leaned against the window sill by the pool table, watching Phoenix and Bob. She rolled her eyes at Jake’s words, giving the beer in her hand a long sip. She needed it to deal with him, after all.

Jake sidled up to her, throwing a muscled arm around her shoulders. He gave her that smug grin of his as he pulled her into his side for an awkward side-hug.

“Looks like you missed me.” She replied, using her free hand to push his arm from her shoulders. He chuckled, blue eyes gleaming with something she couldn’t quite place. Whatever it was, she didn’t think she liked it.

“Of course I missed you, Silver. Missed being better than you. That’s why they call you silver, y’know, and not gold. Always second best.”

She rolled her eyes and ignored his comment, refusing to take the bait. Ever since she had known Jake- which had been since they both started at Top Gun- he had loved to throw her call sign in her face. At first she had fought back, but eventually she gave up on trying to argue with him.

That’s just who Jake was. He was an asshole, and when she finally came to terms with that, she became a whole lot less concerned with his harassment.

“Rooster!” Phoenix suddenly called, causing the small group’s attention to shift to the newest arrival. Silver broke into a wide grin at the sight of him; Rooster was an old friend, and she hadn’t seen him in years.

He looked good, she had to admit. Then again, he always did with his tanned skin, white tank top, signature Hawaiian shirt, and his aviators. He approached the group with a smile, clearly ignoring Hangman as he engulfed Phoenix in a hug.

“This how we find out you’re stateside?” Silver questioned, giving him a teasing grin as he moved towards her.

“Sorry Sil, how can I make it up to you?” She could hear the amusement in his voice as he pulled her into a hug. She was so occupied with him, she almost didn’t feel the pair of eyes boring into the back of her head. Almost.

“Buy me a drink and we’re even,” she told him as he released her, and he gave a nod. Just then Hangman decided to step up, taking a sip of his beer and staring at Rooster.

“Rooster, you’re here? Guess they’re calling everyone back for this mission, huh?” Jake gave a short, tense chuckle, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief and dislike as the two men stared at each other.

“Yeah, that’s why you’re here, right Hangman?” Rooster fired back, removing his aviators and hanging them from his white tank top. Silver rolled her eyes and stepped between the two, turning to look at Rooster.

“Let’s knock it off, boys. We’re here for some fun before god knows what tomorrow, not for you two to have another pissing contest.”

“Well said, Silver,” Phoenix chimed in as she turned her focus back onto the pool table.

“It’s not a contest if we know who the winner is,” Hangman replied, already backing away. Silver shook her head. He always had to have the last word.

Rooster made to follow him, but Silver held him back with her hand. “How ‘bout you get me that drink now?” She grinned up at him and he smiled back, Hangman already forgotten.

The next day their assignment was revealed, and to no surprise to anyone, Hangman was a complete ass.

Maverick’s training exercise was proving to be more difficult than was expected, as every student that went up in the air came back down shortly after to do two-hundred push-ups.

No one was getting close to beating him, and so Silver had little hope as she climbed into the cockpit of her plane. Bob climbed in behind her and they began preparing for takeoff.

She scowled to herself as she pushed her helmet on, knowing that this was going to end in push-ups. Of course she had gotten Hangman as a wingman. Of course.

“Everything alright, Silver?” Bob had to shout for her to be able to hear him over the loud noises of the plane.

“Just peachy.” She responded.

They were up in the air a minute later, her’s and Hangman’s planes side by side, sitting motionless in the air.

“See him, Bob?” Silver called back to him as her eyes scanned the open air before them.

“Nothin’. Where is he…” Bob muttered, glancing at the plane’s radar.

“He’s probably scared. Knows I’m gonna shoot him down in a matter of minutes,” Hangman’s smug voice crackled over their comm, and Silver rolled her eyes.

Just then, Maverick’s plane shot up between the two stationery ones, startling the three lieutenants.

“Shit!” Silver cursed, hands flying to the controls as she steered the plane away from Maverick.

“Oh I’m terrified, Hangman. Can’t y’tell?” Maverick’s voice was clear over the comms now, and Silver hoped with everything in her that Hangman would be the one shot down and not her.

Hangman went in the complete opposite direction of Silver, completely abandoning her. She scoffed as she flew, trying to avoid Maverick.

“Where’s he going? Hangman, what are you doing?” Bob spoke frantically, twisting and turning in his seat.

“That’s why they call him ‘Hangman’ Bob! He always abandons his partner!” Silver replied angrily, banking hard to the left as Maverick shot by them.

“Risky move, leaving your Wingman. Haven’t seen that in a while,” Maverick’s voice crackled over their comms.

“High risk, high reward,” Hangman immediately responded with clear smugness in his voice.

“Silver, he’s circling back!” Bob called out.

“Shit, okay,” she breathed, trying to avoid Maverick as best she could. However, without the assistance of her Wingman, she and Bob didn’t last long.

“That’s a kill, Silver,” Maverick said over the comms.

She ripped her mask off, huffing in annoyance. She couldn’t be angry for long, however, as Bob graciously reminded her that now was Hangman’s turn to lose.

“Silver, where is he? I lost him in the sun!” Hangman shouted over the comms, a touch of what sounded like panic in his tone.

She scoffed, a smug grin on her mouth as she said, “I’m dead, dickhead.”

A moment later and Hangman was down for the count, too. The three lieutenants landed without a word to each other, and as soon as Silver descended from the cockpit, Hangman was in her face.

“What the hell?” He seethed, throwing his hands up. “You could’ve helped me out up there!”

She rolled her eyes. Bob watched wearily from the side.

“Yeah, and you could’ve helped us, but noooo! Big, bad Hangman has to be the best, huh? You’re lucky that was just a training exercise,” she fired back, shoving her helmet into his chest to push him back.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep up–”

“I can! You just never give me the chance because you cut and run and then I’m left alone! If this would’ve been real, then–”

“Then what?” He interrupted, eyebrows raised.

“We would’ve died!” She shouted back, free hand clenched into a fist. “We would’ve been hit and Bob and I would’ve died. But you would get the glory, right? And that’s all that matters.” She scoffed, and before he could respond she was stalking away, making her way to Hondo and their inevitable push-ups.

She had ignored him for the rest of the night and well into the next day, until he pulled her aside before she could enter the locker room.

“Hangman, what–”

“Just listen for once,” he responded, his grip loose around her bicep. She glanced down at his hand, but he didn’t remove it. “You’re ignoring me.”

“No shit,” she replied, to which he rolled his eyes.

“What I’m trying to say is that you’re ignoring me and so you’ve made it hard for me to talk to you–”

“Kinda the point, but go on.”

He heaved a big sigh, hand finally falling from her bicep. “You’re annoying, y’know that?”

She snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah, like you’re a real peach yourself.”

He ignored her comment and continued. “Listen, I’m… sorry. For yesterday.”

Her expression softened at his words. She had started to believe that the word ‘sorry’ wasn’t even in his vocabulary.

She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, he had already begun to walk away.

“Don’t ruin it with your smart mouth,” he called to her over his shoulder. She flipped him her middle finger and she heard him laugh as he disappeared into the men’s locker room.

Against her better judgement, she felt the tiniest trace of a smile form on her lips.

The next day, formal training had been put on hold in favor of team-building at the beach. When she arrived, most of the team was already there. She grinned, waving at Phoenix as she shrugged her over shirt and shoes off by the rest of the group’s belongings.

“I didn’t know you could do anything except for scowl,” Hangman’s voice piped up beside her, causing her to startle. She hadn’t even noticed him.

“I only scowl at you,” she responded, tossing her phone onto her shirt. “That’s probably why you think that.”

“Touché,” he grinned at her, showing off his white teeth. “I’d love to see that smile some more, though,” he continued before reaching to pull off his t-shirt.

She was now face to face with his bare chest, and she swiftly averted her eyes. It’s not like she’d never seen him shirtless before– she had– but this was different. She’d never been this close.

“Stop being a dick and maybe you can,” she told him, turning away before he could catch her checking him out.

“That a promise, Silver?” He called after her.

“Only if you can keep it!” She called back.

When the last few stragglers finally arrived, Maverick pulled the group together and explained to them the game: dog-fight football. She was excited, bouncing on the balls of her feet as Maverick assigned teams. She hadn’t played a game like this since high school, and to say she was happy to take a break from grueling exercises was an understatement.

She had been put on Rooster’s team, and she happily moved to stand beside her friend as the two groups huddled up. Hangman was on the opposing side, thankfully.

“Okay, everyone get a man to stay on top of, and don’t let them out of your sight,” Rooster said, and everyone nodded.

The teams lined up head to head, and of course, she found the only opponent without a match to be Hangman. She strode over to stand in front of him while he looked at her with a big grin.

“Guarding me, Silvs? I’m flattered.”

“Wasn’t my decision,” she replied, but his grin didn’t falter.

“Try to keep up,” he winked and she rolled her eyes.

The game began and everything became a blur as she tried to remember who was on what team, who had what ball, and where Hangman was.

“Rooster!” She called, sprinting to an open spot on the beach and throwing her hands up. At the sound of her call, Rooster’s attention turned to her and he threw her the ball.

She caught it and swiftly turned, sprinting towards the end zone, determination on her face as she dodged and ducked the opposing team.

Right when she was about to cross into the end zone, Hangman tackled her from the side, causing the ball to go flying and for both of them to fall into the sand.

“Shit! Hangman!” She yelped, slapping at his shoulder. He had landed halfway on top of her, and his weight was slightly crushing her.

“You’re squishing me,” she rasped from under him, and he swiftly rolled off of her to allow her to breathe again.

He sat up in the sand and looked at her. She scowled, brushing at the sand now covering half of her body.

“What was that for?”

“What was what for?”

“The tackle, dipshit.”

He grinned, reaching a hand towards her to help brush some sand out of her hair. She swatted it away, but he persisted, and she let him help.

“You were about to score,” he shrugged, but she narrowed her eyes.

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to tackle me!”

“So I should’ve let you score?”

“Yes!” She fired back, and he laughed. He stood from the sand and offered a hand to her, which she begrudgingly took.

“Sorry babe, but I’m in it to win it. No freebies allowed.”

“I thought you were gonna stop being a dickhead.”

He laughed at that, brushing some neglected sand from her shoulder blade.

“I am,” he told her, and she opened her mouth to retort but he swiftly cut her off, “but after this. I do still love to win, after all.”

“Oh, then you’re going down.” She told him as they walked back towards the others. The game had continued on without them.

“Is that so?” He asked, eyebrows raised and a smile on his face.

“Totally,” she grinned and shoved him aside, taking his second of surprise to sprint back into the game before he could guard her. He laughed and ran after her.

They had stopped keeping track of points ages ago, but that didn’t matter to her. She played like her life was on the line, and she found herself having fun as she tried to avoid Hangman.

She also found herself enjoying the way his arm would slide around her waist to keep her from running for the ball, or how his shoulder would brush hers as he ran by.

By the time everyone decided to call it a night, she found herself walking back towards the Hard Deck with him by her side. His arm brushed hers as they walked. Her shoes dangled from her fingers. His shirt was clasped in one of his hands.

“Buy you a drink? You deserve it after keeping up with me all day. Didn’t know you had it in you.” He teased, his eyes gleaming with something she couldn’t quite place.

“You’re an ass, Seresin. But yes, you can buy me a drink.”

They spent a few hours in the bar, drinking and laughing. She didn’t know he could be this fun, and she found herself not wanting the night to end.

“We should probably head back. We’ve got training in the morning,” he told her, nodding his head towards the exit. She groaned but nodded, taking one last swig of beer before they left.

“You need a ride?” He asked, but she shook her head.

“Nah, I’m good. I only had two. You, on the other hand…” she lifted an eyebrow in teasing, and he scoffed.

“Trust me, baby, I was just getting started in there. I’m good.”

They both went quiet as they looked at each other. The sounds of the Hard Deck lingered behind them, as well as the distant crashing of the ocean waves.

“I…. I had fun. You’re fun. When you’re not insufferable, that is.”

“Same with you.” He responded.

“Oh yeah, because I’m the insufferable one between the two of us–”

Before she could even finish talking, he surged forward and took her head in his hands as he pulled her in for a kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she wasted no time in kissing him back.

She didn’t pull back until she needed to breathe. Even then his mouth chased hers and she gave a breathless laugh, her eyes flicking up to meet his.

“Goodnight, Jake,” she told him, and before he could say anything else she was walking to her car and hopping in. He watched until she pulled out of the parking lot, and then he shook his head with a smile.

He hadn’t been chosen to go on the mission, but she had, and that scared him.

There was barely any time to pull her aside, but he managed it before she could slip into her plane.

“Hey, be careful. I’ll be here waiting.”

She nodded, taking a deep breath. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and she grasped it tightly with one of her hands.

“Bet it kills you that I beat you on this, huh?” She joked half heartedly, and he shook his head, playing into her words.

“Oh, I’m devastated. My ego will never recover.”

She snorted, playfully pushing his chest. He chuckled and before pulling her into a hug. The night at the beach felt like months ago, but it had only been a few weeks. However, those few weeks had allowed them to grow closer– maybe even fond of each other.

“I’ll be back,” she whispered to him. He nodded without hesitation.

“You’ll be back.”

She pulled him into a quick kiss before Bob was calling her name as he rounded the plane. Hangman stepped back, nodding once more as he gave her a sincere smile.

“You got this, Silvs. Give ‘em hell.”

The first part of the mission went off without a hitch. The miracles Maverick had talked about had happened, but now was the hard part. Now was the dog fight.

It was chaos in the air as enemy missiles launched and guns fired. Bob kept her steady, yelling directions and keeping her focused, until they ran out of flares, and shit hit the fan.

“Shit, we’re out of flares–” she yelled, narrowly maneuvering the jet out of the way of a enemy missile.

“Silver, you’ve got one behind!” Rooster’s voice shouted through the comms and Silver cursed as she urged the jet to go faster.

“They’re gonna get a lock!” Bob yelled, his eyes wide as he shifted back in his seat.

“I’m trying!” She shouted back, desperately trying to avoid the enemy.

Time suddenly moved too fast. The enemy deployed a missile. Bob said there was smoke in the air. She couldn’t dodge it, and the others were preoccupied with their own fights.

The missile clipped the wing, throwing the plane off balance and sending them into a spiral as they hurdled towards the ground below.

“Fuck! I can’t get control– we’re going down! I repeat, we’ve been hit, we’re going down!”

Chatter filled the comms, but she couldn’t focus on it. The ground was coming closer and closer.

“Bob, eject! Now! Eject, eject!” She screamed at him and he hurriedly complied, reaching up to pull his ejection handles. She pulled at hers, trying to follow suit, but they weren’t working.

Her eyes widened in horror. Bob was gone, the canopy was open now, and she was stuck in her seat. “I can’t– I can’t eject! Something’s wrong, I’m stuck!” She screamed into her comms, but no one could help.

Back on the aircraft carrier, Hangman was terrified. “Permission to take off?” He asked into his comms, but he was swiftly denied.

“Fuck!” He shouted, banging his hands on the controls of his jet as he forced himself to listen for a second longer, before he decided to do it anyways.

“Silver, I’m coming! Silver, are you there?” He shouted as he took off, flying as fast as he could towards the others.

“I’m going down! I can’t get out!” Her voice was breaking up on the comm, but he could still understand what she was saying.

He was talking to her over the comms, but she couldn’t hear anything but the deafening roar of the wind as she prepared herself for the impact. Closing her eyes, she breathed in a deep breath. She was shaking, completely terrified.

“Jake…. Sorry….” Were the last words he heard from her over the comms. Then she was silent, and he knew she had hit the ground.

Hangman was severely reprimanded when he got back to the ship. He had saved Maverick and Rooster, but he had also directly disobeyed orders. He didn’t care. He only cared about if they had found her.

It took hours to send in rescue. It took even more to learn that she had died on impact, and that she would be coming home in a body bag.

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hanasnx · 2 years

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paradise!anakin headcanons

minors dni 18+

character(s): anakin skywalker

warnings: lowkey dilf anakin, mention of exhibitionism, female anatomy, mention of smut at the end, anakin acting like a lil scoundrel so he gets u to get mad at him

ugh just the thought of paradise!anakin…

(i can already see the “he doesn’t like sand!” thoughts surfacing in ur head but let’s just put that aside for now. as someone who also hates sand, i find it tolerable on rare occasion)

☥ he would spend one day on his meditative leave actually meditating. but when the memories of you and your sweet sounds echo in his head, the distraction drives him to ask you to come away with him

whisking you away to the outskirts of the galaxy where no one recognizes the two of you

☥ which means he gives himself permission to act on his impulses

holding hands, leading you with his hand around your waist or at the small of your back

kisses on your neck in public so you’ll shy away from him and try to push him away

driving you places and when you open the door for yourself out of habit, he gets pouty bcos “let me open the door for you,”

☥ taking you to a beach (points if its a nudist beach or a beach well known for its accessible coves to escape to for promiscuous activities)

he wears a hawaiian print shirt. basically open except for a few buttons down at the bottom

the already short sleeves have been rolled up some more, so you get some more arm action. he’s got sunglasses he lowers past the bridge of his nose to look at you over them

☥ throwing you over his shoulder in your little bikini bcos he said he’s “keeping you”

tugging your bikini top to him so he can catch a glimpse of your tits. also so you hit him and scold him

slapping a hand on your ass and you push him off bcos “ani, not in front of people,”

“c’mon, they’re not lookin’”

“they are! they definitely are looking!“

“well then, let’s go rendezvous in the beachside restaurant bathroom,”

“don’t look at me like that, we’re staying here,”

☥ he’s just obsessed with the way you look in your swimsuit, nothing but a mess of strings he bought for you just for this occasion

feeling you up in when you lay out to sun tan next to him on a big towel

☥ picking you up effortlessly so he can wrap your legs around his waist. casually flexing his muscle for you. talking normally like nothing’s out of the ordinary

“oh, no! you’re slipping!” grabs both of your ass cheeks

☥ pulling you into him, “i’m gonna throw you in the water now,” picks you up and tosses you in while your protests fall on deaf ears

you breach the surface and blow the water from your lips. “anakin!”

he takes off his shoes, grinning as you’re yelling at him. you splash him and he jumps in after you, making you squeal from the wave he creates

he dips underwater so he can fix his hair out of his face coming up, and he looks for you while you sneak up behind him. hands on his shoulders as you jump up and push him down, dunking him

he resurfaces, mouth falling open in feigned disbelief. “oh, you wanna play it like that, huh?”

“no! no!” you’re giggling, trying to swim away but he grabs your ankle, dragging you back to him by his hands crawling up your leg

“you wanna play it like that?”

“no, ani! truce! truce!”

you’re squealing as he stoops, hoisting your middle onto his shoulder and leaping up, throwing you back into the water. you breach, playfully angry

“oh, i’m gonna kill you” you splash him with water

“get over here,” he orders, his powerful strokes cutting through the water to get to you and bring you to him. you try to fight him off but his big hands on you are arresting you in place. squeezes your ass hard cos he can’t help how cute you are during this, locks of your hair stuck to your face, one across the bridge of your nose

“hey!” you hit his chest and he laughs

“why else would you wear a pretty little outfit like this if you didn’t want me to grope you?”

his leg stuck in between your thighs

“you’re a real bully, you know that?”

☥ finding a little private area of the beach. suddenly he’s underneath you, making you bounce on his cock. instinctively you cover your bare chest with your arms, and he moves them apart, “let everybody see, baby, let them know what they’re missing. i want them to know,” regardless if people are around or not bcos let’s be honest anakin lowkey is an exhibitionist

#dilf!anakin #paradise!anakin #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker headcanons #anakin skywalker x fem!reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin

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Life is too short to waste time matching socks... (1/?) WIP I

Hangster and Bob/Javy/Nat - set post mission with the Dagger Squad having been made a permanent squad.

Bradley opens his locker and startles a little as something falls onto his head from where it was obviously balanced just on the door of his locker. Two pairs of socks, still in the cardboard sleeve, one with peach emojis and the other with eggplants. His first reaction is to roll his eyes, because it’s a little juvenile, butt and dick emoji socks. He knows none of the Dagger Squadron have a problem with him being gay. It would be a little hypocritical for some of them, considering at least half of them identify somewhere in the rainbow community, and they’ve had drunken rambling talks about it, about always having to strive to prove themselves and maybe that’s why they’ve all succeeded to become as good as they are.

“Uh… are these a joke?”

No-one says anything and he shrugs, puts the socks into his bag for home.

… … …

“You’re not subtle. Well, actually, maybe you are, because he’s not figured it out yet.”

“Maybe he’s figured it out and is just not interested in me like that so is just… pretending to not know so he doesn’t hurt my feelings.”

Javy and Nat both snort.

“What?”

“Okay, for a start, when has he ever tried to spare your feelings?”

“We’re friends now. Sort of.”

“Yeah. Sort of. Because he wants to dick you down.”

“Classy Trace, real classy.”

“I’m sorry, since when have you ever cared about class? You’ve got a hardon for a guy that wears Hawaiian shirts by choice.”

… … …

“Someone gave you socks and you think they’re… playing a prank? Normally the socks are covered in itching powder, or shoes with shaving foam, buckets of water above the door, laces tied together…”

“It’s what’s on the socks. Here. Look.”

Mav stares at them. Looks up to Bradley.

“Farm produce?”

Bradley winces, he really doesn’t want to have to explain the double meaning of the emojis to a man nearing sixty.

“God your face. I’m old, I’m not dead. I know what those mean.”

“So, do you think someone’s making fun of me?”

“For what?”

“Uh. Being gay? Having a, um, actually, never mind…”

“You a bit of a shower huh?”

“Jesus Mav…” Bradley mutters as Mav just laughs.

“Clearly nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe someone’s paying you a compliment. Or they have a weird way of flirting? I don’t know what you kids do these days.”

“I think we’re too old to be classified as the kids of today, considering some of my friends have kids who they’re already struggling to understand.”

“Everyone’s a kid to me.”

“Yeah well, you are ancient.”

“Hey! You’re meant to respect your elders!”

It’s Bradley’s turn to laugh and it’s good, their relationship slowly healing. Of course, Penny sitting them both down and acting as mediator; forcing Mav to tell him that it had been his mom’s wish… He no longer has moments of fleeting anger and resentment, realizing that life is too short to hold this grudge when he’d worked around it anyway, that it hadn’t actually seriously impacted his career progression, that it had simply been the lying and lack of support which had felt like the deepest of betrayals.

When he gets back to his accommodation he picks up the socks holds them in his hands, they’re good quality, brand new and unused and while it was clearly three pairs he’s only been given the two and he wonders if the other person has kept a pair for themselves. He’s desperate to know, a building mystery. He knows it has to be a fellow aviator, because they were delivered to his locker. So definitely an aviator. Or someone close enough to ask one of them to do it for them.

He can figure this out.

… … …

“Is this getting even more painful or is it just me?”

“If I didn’t know better I’d think they were secretly together and winding us up, but Jake can’t act to save himself, so… he’s actually gone on him.”

“They have a very weird way of showing each other that they like each other…”

“Well… Rooster grew up with Mav as his role model. Were we expecting him to be normal?”

“You raise a valid point.”

“And Jake… well. His parents are so much older than him, his older brother pretty much raised him and he isn’t exactly the most, uh, demonstrative of guys?”

“Is that a diplomatic way of saying he’s a bag of dicks?”

“Don’t you like dicks?”

“I like dicks when they’re attached to guys I like, I would make a hard pass on a bag of lose dicks just jiggling around like that…”

Javy and Bob exchange slightly horrified looks.

“Hey, what are you guys talking about?”

“Bags of detached dicks…” Bob says, pushing his glasses up his nose and somehow maintaining a completely straight face.

“I’m... I’m sorry I asked. I’ll leave you to it,” Rueben says, doing a sharp one-eighty and heading back out the way he came in.

The three of them burst into laughter and it’s a nice break from their moan and groan session discussing the problem of Hangman and Rooster and their combined obliviousness. How they’re both so intelligent but so equally clueless makes the three of them despair.

“Okay. I’m going to invite them both to dinner and then stand them up, so they have to have dinner together.”

“Yeah, they could just get up and leave…”

“No, they won’t, I’ll make sure of it,” Natasha states and the other two decide not to argue any further.

“I’m going to suggest we do an escape room, and then need to take an emergency call… one of you are going to need to be my emergency call,” Bob says, looking between them, flushing a little as Javy simply looks at him and smiles.

“I’m going for tried and true. I’m going to lock them in a room and then text them both and then let them sort it out.”

“Looking them in a cupboard, real mature.”

“As mature as them. The solution needs to match the problem. He gave him socks with butt and dick emojis.”

“Yeah okay, you raise a fair point…”

“Anyway, if the dinner and escape room ideas don’t work then I think we'll all be ready to lock them up. Or bang their heads together.”

… … …

PART TWO

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Life is too short to waste time matching socks...#Top Gun fanfiction #BobNixJavy

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reddiesworldsblog · 8 months

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daily reminder day 200 (AHH!!): eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are at a karaoke bar and singing the Piña Colada song on stage. neither of them can sing worth shit, but that’s never stopped them before.

daily reminder day 201: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s shaking his ass to the music he has playing while he makes margaritas. he’s in a pair of track shorts and one of richie’s oversized hawaiian shirts with all the buttons undone, sweating bullets because it’s apparently the hottest day of the year according to the news. as you all already know, he hates the damn heat. but at least he has margaritas.

daily reminder day 202: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are enjoying their sunday out by their pool. eddie tanning with a book and richie cannon-balling into the pool close enough to eddie to splash him enough times to unapologetically piss him off. it’s kinda worth it because richie absolutely adores the vein that pops out eddie’s forehead and the wrinkle of his nose he has when he’s bitching at richie. it’s worth it, especially when eddie jumps into the pool and chased him around until they inevitably ended up kissing by the edge. eddie can never stay actually pissed at him.

daily reminder day 203: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are at an event for richie’s job. they’re mingling, richie talking to his manager by the bar while eddie is across the crowded room talking to…somebody. he doesn’t know who it is, hes barely listening as he sips his wine, his eyes always finding their way back to richie. richie meets his gaze almost every time, and there’s a moment when it feels like it’s just them. though not even being close to each other to talk, they still manage to have a silent convo, something theyve always been able to do after being together for so long. they don’t even need words to know exactly what the other is saying. and eddie’s cheeks warm as he understands what the look richie gives him means. in other words, it’s time to get ready to leave.

daily reminder day 204: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s washing his car. he would go to a car wash but they never gets it clean like he knows he can when he cleans it himself. not only that but it’s the perfect time to be a fucking tease to richie, who he knows is watching from the window of their house. cause why tf not, right? he’s killing two birds with one stone.

daily reminder day 205: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s just thinking about how much he loves his husband. he’s staring at richie with his chin in the palm of his hand as richie tries to lick some mustard off to the corner of his mouth away. he looks like a dumbass but he’s /eddie’s/ dumbass and that’s all that matters. eddie ends up wiping away the mustard away for richie before kissing him with an affectionate smile.

daily reminder day 206: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are enjoying their rainy day cuddled on the couch watching shitty movies, commenting and making fun of how bad the movies really are. it’s a good day.

daily reminder day 207: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s enjoying how extra clingy richie is being with him right now.

daily reminder day 208: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s absolutely OBLITERATING this greek salad richie just made him. contrary to what people may believe, richie is actually a really good cook and does the majority of the cooking/preparation for them. so when eddie said he was in the mood for something to eat, richie knew exactly what his eddie would want. obviously his di-

(the last part is a joke -👀- richie really did make him a really good greek salad).

daily reminder day 209: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s hanging onto richie like a koala bear because richie just got back home from a short tour and he eddie missed him more than he’s willing to admit. but it’s okay, because richie missed him like crazy, too.

daily reminder day 210: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are dancing together to some fleetwood mac.

daily reminder day 211: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s fully convinced richie is cheating right now in their game of monopoly and he’s this close to flipping the game board over and causing a scene.

daily reminder day 212: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s dragging richie along on a mountain hike. it took a lot of bribing and some kisses on the side, but richie finally said yes after a while of begging. it was all worth it though, especially with the beautiful view they see once they get to the top.

daily reminder day 213: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now and right now, as much as he wishes he weren’t, he’s going through with a dare given by richie to shave his legs. eddie would curse him on it, but…but like maybe it’s not so much a bad dare like he thought.

daily reminder day 214: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s daydreaming about kissing his husband because he misses him.

daily reminder day 215: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now hES REALLY FUCKIN BUSY AND HE CANT TALK RIGHT NOW SO PLEASE COME BACK TMO OKAY THANKS BYE BYE.

daily reminder day 216: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s about to pass out from pure boredom in this zoom call meeting, listening to his colleagues go on and on about…something eddie couldn’t care less about. the only thing getting through this meeting is knowing that richie is sitting in their living room and that they’re gonna be going on a date later. god, he loves his husband so much, and now he REALLY needs this meeting to finish so he can go kiss him stupid.

daily reminder day 217: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s taking pictures of himself in his new suit so he can send them to richie. richie loves to see him in a suit for some reason, so eddie decides to feed into it some. once sent he immediately gets a message back, richie simply typing back “AWOOOGA!!!!” with fire emojis. it makes eddie laugh at what such a dork his husband is, but also makes his heart warm that even after as long as they’ve been together, richie still goes “AWOOGA” whenever he sees his eddie.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 2 #it chapter 1 #clown town #it stephen king #reddie headcanon #eddie kaspbrak x richie tozier #it 2017 #it 2019 #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak loves richie tozier #richie tozier loves eddie kaspbrak #gay eddie kaspbrak #gay richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak is alive #richie trashmouth #trashmouth tozier

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pixiemunsons · 2 years

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i'm going into sin city (i'm gonna win in sin city) em

you’ve gone to sleep a friend and woke up a wife. what the fuck did you do in vegas?

smut at the end, friends to married, mentions of drinking/being drunk, they're meant to be early twenties, bit of breeding kink, mentions of being pregnant, misogny (reader can't get a place on her own/unmarried couples can't share a room), eddie feels like he's not good enough for like a minute, short but sweet, no spoilers

a/n; i'm worried this is a bit cringe but hey ho, i liked the idea of marrying him in vegas. feels like something he'd do<3

june 26th, 1987

your head was fucking pounding and your mouth was dry when you woke up in an unfamiliar room.

slumped over in the bed next to you, sleeping on his side, was your best friend eddie. it wasn’t unusual for you to fall asleep together, but in what you now recognised as a motel room? definitely new. you couldn’t even remember much of last night; you’d been road tripping to venice beach and decided to take a detour to vegas, and the next thing you knew you were waking up here. the shirt you had on wasn’t yours either; eddie’s you supposed, since he wasn’t wearing one. you reached up to scrub a hand over your tired face when something shiny caught your eye.

a silver band.

resting on your left ring finger.

───✱*.。:。✱*.:。✧*.。✰*.:。✧*.。:。*.。✱ ───

‘so… you remember it all?’ you asked eddie, stirring your coffee half-heartedly. you had shook him awake when you’d noticed your new jewellery, yanking him out of bed and forcing him into the diner just outside the motel. you hadn’t failed to notice how a matching silver ring to yours had replaced the pig he usually wore on his left hand.

‘yeah, sure i do.’ he spoke raspily, having just woken up, and it sent a shiver down your spine. he always sounded so good in the mornings.

‘we pulled up to the motel at like, ten? and i was exhausted but you were all, “the night is young, eddie, let’s go party!”’ he mimicked your high-pitched tone, causing you to roll your eyes.

‘so we’re in this bar, been doing shots and we’re both pretty wasted by now, and this old couple was sayin’ how they’re in town for their anniversary, sayin’ we make a cute couple and shit, and i’m just about to tell them we aren’t when you just kissed me.’

───

‘aren’t you two just the sweetest couple,’ you heard a southern accent from over your left shoulder, and turned away from where you were leaning into eddie to see where it was coming from. there was an elderly couple, about eighty, sat together at the bar in the most adorable matching hawaiian shirts.

‘you remind me of me and my harold when you were our age,’ the lady spoke again, grinning. ‘we’re here for our sixtieth anniversary.’ your eyes widened, too drunk to even acknowledge that she had called you and eddie a couple.

‘sixty?!’ you cried out, and harold nodded, smiling at his wife.

‘glenda and i married when we were about your age, in 1927. and i’ve loved her every day since.’ he turned to eddie, nodding towards you. ‘you better treat your lady good, and then maybe one day it’ll be you two coming back for your anniversary.’

eddie opened his lips to respond, but you didn’t want to burst the bubble the old couple had put you in. so you leaned forward, one hand on his thigh, and kissed him right on the mouth, just once, before pulling away and turning to harold.

‘he already does, sir.’

you didn’t catch the way eddie looked at the back of your head.

───

your hands flew to your mouth in shock and eddie was bright red. ‘no, i didn’t!’

‘sure did, sweetheart. and then we’re walking up the strip, like, makin’ out, y’know, and i’m like hey, there’s the little white chapel, and then you’re like hey, why don’t we get married and then we just stumbled in and then… well, you know the rest.’ you sighed deeply at the new revelations. you had kissed then married your best friend, in vegas, like a fucking idiot.

‘please tell me it wasn’t elvis, at least.’

eddie scrunched his face up. ‘marilyn monroe.’

you dropped your head, hitting your forehead on the table with a loud thunk.

you were on cloud motherfuckin’ nine. young, in vegas, and kissing eddie munson; what more could a gal want in life?

‘baby, baby, look!’ he was pulling away from the kiss, and when you opened your eyes you could see a mixture of faces around you; some disgusted, some adoring, some who were just ignoring the accidental show you had been putting on. not that you cared; you were winding your fingers into his leather jacket, pulling his lips back to yours with a whine.

‘it’s the little white chapel!’

suddenly, a very naughty thought wormed its way into your mind, and you laughed up at him.

‘hey, eds?’

‘yeah, sweetheart?’

‘wanna get married?’

───

back at the room, you asked the question you had been dreading all morning.

’we didn’t like…’ you trailed off, but eddie looked confused. ‘don’t make me say it, eds,’ you moaned, and he shrugged.

‘i don’t know what you’re talking about, babe.’

you could feel the blush creeping up your face from within. ‘we didn’t like, consummate it, right?’ you whispered, and eddie’s eyes shot open.

‘god, no! i mean, not for lack of trying on your behalf, but you were too drunk for that shit.’

if you weren’t already humiliated knowing you’d kissed and then married your best friend, you were now.

‘oh, for the love of god, what was i thinking?’ eddie’s shoulders sank, and you were quick to correct yourself.

‘no, eds, i don’t mean like that,’ you reached over to take his left hand in yours, stroking it gently, and goosebumps erupted down your skin when your thumb caught his wedding ring. ‘i mean, how could i fuck things up like this? i don’t wanna ruin our friendship over this, even if you do know how i feel now. besides, divorces are fuckin’ expensive.’

eddie didn’t laugh like you expected him to. instead, he brought his lips down to your intertwined hands, kissing each of your fingertips individually.

‘i’ve been thinkin’ about that, actually.’

‘dangerous,’ you muttered jokingly, but the stern look in his eyes made you stop playing around.

‘i’m bein’ serious babe, i’ve had a good think and well,’ he took a deep breath. ‘i think we should stay married.’

if you weren’t panicking already, you were now.

‘eddie, is this some sort of joke? because if it is, it’s not funny.’ your lower lip was trembling, and eddie had never felt more terrible in his life.

‘no baby, listen.’ he reached his hand up to cup your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. ‘it’s a good idea, really. you can move out of your folks’, we’ll get something of our own like we’ve always said. it’s hard to get a place when you’re not married, especially for a woman. hell, you’re on this room as mrs e munson so they’d let you stay here. and it’ll make shit easier for us both; livin’ life with our best friend, our own space. and, well, i’ve been meaning to tell you for a really long time, but,’ he reached up to scratch the back of his neck, looking suddenly nervous.

‘well, i’m in love with you. have been for years. and i wanted to do this whole thing the right way. tell you in cali, settle down and treat you all proper and ask your dad first.’ his eyes shot open suddenly. ‘not to say that you gotta stay married to me! if you don’t feel the same way, or if you wanna call it off, or if you just want a platonic-‘

‘eddie.’ you gripped his chin, and he turned to look at you again. his eyes were brimming with desperate tears, and you’d never seen him look so vulnerable.

‘yeah?’

‘shut the fuck up.’ and then your mouth was on his, rings clinking together as his hand slid over yours.

june 26th, 1990

‘shit, fuck, eddie, harder!’ your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as he fucked you into the mattress, hand wrapped around your throat. this hotel was nicer than the motels the two of you usually stayed in in vegas, and you made a mental note to thank mr wilson for promoting eddie to manager of the record store last month.

the two of you never made it to california that first year, though you managed in ’78 for your first anniversary. eddie presented you with an engagement ring on venice beach, emerald in white gold, and you had cried when he told you he’d done it properly; ‘six months’ salary, babe, just like they say you should. even if i did do it the wrong way around.’

that ring was wound in his hair as he thrust into you, tugging on the roots. ‘baby, ‘m gonna cum,’ he was moaning into your bare collarbone, nipping at the skin with his teeth, and you were pushing your hips up into him, desperate to feel him even deeper as you came around him, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids. your orgasm triggered his, and he came with a grunt of your name and a slap on your ass.

‘goddamn, babe, you’re so fucking hot,’ eddie was growling into your neck, tickling your sides as you rolled around underneath him. you had always appreciated the side of your relationship with eddie that had stayed playful, friendly, and you knew it was the reason the two of you were still so in love, like you’d just come off your honeymoon. ‘gonna put a baby in you this time, i swear.’

his words stopped you in your tracks, peering up at him before sliding his left hand up your bare stomach. his ring was cold against your hot flesh, and he whispered his fingertips over the skin there.

‘eds…’ you trailed off, looking into his chocolatey eyes with tears starting to swim in your own. you wished you had a camera to capture the look on his face and keep it forever.

‘god, i fucking won with you.’

‘when in vegas, baby.’

#Eddie munson #Eddie stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things s4 #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson x you #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie munson oneshot #stranger things season 4

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sterekdyke · 4 months

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Okay but I can’t stop thinking about girl!Jake (Jake Bradley and ice and mav all as women, everyone else can be canon gender I guees), fighting tooth and nail to get on the boys football team in high school and killing it on the field and then putting on a cute little sun dress and being all charming country cowgirl esque and all the boys love her and the girls don’t know what to do with her, but she bonds with girls over ‘girly’ things (which she genuinely does love) and with boys about sports and how her brothers taught her to fix cars, and the whole school would fuck her if she let them. But she won’t…

But Jake wants to fly planes, and she can’t do that if she’s out, so she makes out with her gal pals at sleep overs and complains to her best friend Javy. He and her joke that Jake should have been into men so they could be together, but they both are ride or die and understand that their friendship is just as important as any future partners they may have.

Jake falls in love with a woman who’s a little older than their cohort and always wears dumb Hawaiian shirts and has these stupid curls and long long legs. Bradley clearly has some big attachment issues and is incredibly avoidant one minute and then when they’re alone she’s all over Jake. Sure, they have to be careful of DADT, but women are allowed to physical in a way men aren’t, so what gives?? The only person Jake sees Bradley be affectionate with without reservation is Natasha Trace and it makes Jake want to set her own plane on fire. Why can’t Jake and Bradley cuddle in the rec room the way Bradley and Nat do? It would be fine…

So she flies like she’s on fucking fire, just like her hero (and ‘celebrity’ crush) Maverick (one of the first female fighter pilots, one of the best pilots ever) and unknowingly triggers the fuck out of Bradley who pushes her away further. Jake tells Bradley she loves her before graduation, Bradley tells her they have to choose flying or each other, and she doesn’t want to ask that of Jake, so she chose for them. She wants Jake to fly and forget they ever were more than friends.

Javy, being besties with Jake, has no reservations with hitting women in a fist fight, which he makes very clear to Bradley after she breaks Jake’s heart. Bradley ruins the satisfaction by basically saying please hit me and crying all over Javy, who is just too weirded out by measured and detached (when it comes to Jake) Bradley Bradshaw sobbing about how everything always ends and people always die or lie or get torn away and Javy better fucking punch her lights out and promise to make sure Jake is happy and in the sky and he better fucking promise not to mention this conversation to Jake. Javy calls Nat to come get Bradley. He doesn’t punch her in the face like she so desperately wants him to. It seems to earn Javy brownie points with Nat.

Jake doesn’t learn about that conversation for many years. She does learn other things though. DADT ends and her other lifelong hero Admiral Tomaszi ‘Iceman’ Kazansky comes out in the aftermath, as a lesbian (which, duh have you seen that woman’s frosted tipped flat top????). Iceman gets a lot of flack from all ranks, but her achievements speak for themselves and Jake is in total awe. In the release Kazansky spoke of the harm DADT had done her community and her family, and she hoped it was a step forward. She mentioned a partner, and there was a slew of speculation, but Jake was too busy getting laid to give it much thought. She sent Bradley a text, one of solidarity and excitement: “if THE ICEMAN can come out so can we 🎉” Bradley leaves her on read. Jake gets the hint. Etc etc…

I have more weird lesbian brain worms, but idk if I’ll keep going or write this, but HANGSTER AS LESBIANS WHY HAS NO ONE DONE IT????

#tgm #tgm fanfiction #hangster #lesbian hangster #there are icemav vibes duh and some javynat #top gun maverick #female!jake #female!bradley #jake seresin #bradley Bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #javy coyote machado #lesbian iceman #m writes #lesbians of top gun

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kyber-crystal · 2 years

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it was only a kiss || bradley “rooster” bradshaw

summary: it’s tradition for you and rooster to do absurd dares. too much tequila later, you bet that you can kiss him without either of you feeling anything. spoiler alert: you both feel something.

words: ~1.5k

warnings: brief alcohol mentions, drunk rooster (but it’s funny i promise), a bit of angst. happy ending

a/n: this was originally a poe oneshot that i posted on ao3, but i made some changes as i thought this would fit our boy rooster better :) enjoyyy

The Hard Deck is alive tonight.

You had your fair share of victories—plenty of them over the past few months, in fact. But this mission in particular had everyone in sky-high spirits, so much so that a celebration seemed to be in order.

Despite how exhausted you were at the moment, you couldn’t help but smile. With Rooster’s Hawaiian shirt around your shoulders and a bottle of tequila in hand, you felt like you could conquer the universe. It was most likely only the alcohol talking, but regardless, you were ready for everything.

“You’re staring at me.”

“You’re drunk, Lieutenant,” you pointed out.

“And you’re not?” He shot you a smile. “I don’t believe you’re in the place to call me out for that.”

“I can drink anything I want, any time I want,” you slurred slightly, taking a long swig of your drink. “It’s my world and you’re living in it.”

“I can feel your eyes on me, you know. You’re staring at me.”

“You’re imagining things. I’m not staring.”

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Sounds to me like someone’s in love with me,” he teased, nudging you in the shoulder. “I’m very flattered. I’m glad you think about me so often, it’s an honor to be so highly regarded.”

“Dream about it, hotshot, I’m not.”

“Sure you aren’t.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you testing me, Bradshaw?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

“Fine, then.” Sliding his jacket off, you straightened yourself out. “I’ll kiss you right now to prove I don’t feel anything for you. And to make sure you don’t feel anything for me.”

“No need to worry, sweetheart. That’s not happening for as long as I let it.”

Grabbing him by the sleeve of his shirt, you pulled him towards you and kissed him without a moment’s hesitation, without caring if everyone saw. The very first thing your brain is able to process is the feeling of his lips on yours. You were drunk, that much was true, but sober enough to realize how soft his lips were and how gentle he was being despite the roughness of the situation. It was almost impossible to stop yourself. Neither of you could stop yourselves. His hands were burning into your skin into as he held you tight against him and it was electrifying. Your hands gripped his forearms so you could keep standing upright. You suppressed a small groan.

You broke apart after what felt like an eternity, breathing hard.

“I didn’t feel anything,” you declared in a confident tone.

“Good,” Rooster exhaled, dusting himself off. “Me neither.”

He turned around and walked away, leaving you standing there, and wondering why the hell do my lips still feel like they’re on fire?

You brought a finger up to your lips. If you didn’t feel anything for him, then why did you like what he had done? Why did you enjoy it?

The next few days passed by in a blur and you moved place to place on autopilot. You weren’t one to be easily distracted but it seemed like this time seemed to make an exception. You could hardly focus on anything you were doing. When Payback threw a cardboard box at your head, you didn’t flinch at all.

“Hey, Y/N! I was asking you if I should fix up my helmet or not,” Payback repeated. His head tilted to the side as he watched you stand there, eyes empty. He waved a hand in front of your face. “Earth to Y/N. Are you okay?”

“What?” You blinked. “Y-yeah. What’s up?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders. “Something. is. wrong.”

“I’m fine. Didn’t sleep last night.”

“You never sleep at night and yet you don’t act like this,” your best friend fired back. “What’s gotten into you? Is it because of what happened between you and Bradshaw last night—:

At this, you shot him a glare. “No, it’s not.”

“Oh, so that was what’s bothering you!” he laughed. “And you said you didn’t feel anything?’

“I don’t feel anything, you moron,” you rolled your eyes. “It was only a kiss.”

“Only a kiss, and yet I saw you stumble away last night like you were drunk.”

“I was drunk, Fitch.” you tried defending yourself.

“Not blackout drunk. You were awake enough to know what you were doing. And feeling.”

“Get to the point.”

“What I’m saying here is,” Payback crossed his arms, “you need to set things straight. Kiss him again.”

“Why the hell would I do that?” you questioned, grimacing as you recalled the memory. “I…”

“You don’t want to, or you can’t bring yourself to because you realized you’re actually in love with him?”

“...What?”

“I think,” he cleared his throat, “you need to tell him. If you’re not going to drop everything and kiss him again, at least tell him. ‘Cause he’s starting to get suspicious of you avoiding him every day. He asked Mav why you out-of-the-blue switched your flight schedule. And looked for you in the cafeteria at every meal. And went to your quarters once or twice while you were out. Rooster cares about you, you know. No matter how many times you mess up, it’s not gonna change how much he cares about you and your well-being.”

“I—well—what if he pushes me away?” you spluttered. “Then that would be embarrassing.”

“That day last week. He was holding you like there was no tomorrow, and you’re telling me you think he’ll turn you down? Crazy. Just do it.”

“You owe me big time, then. After your next mission, you’re paying for my dinner. At that one Mexican place down the street.”

Payback let out a sigh. “Fine. We’re at a deal, then. Talk to him and I’ll get you your burritos.”

It was raining bullets outside, and you couldn’t sleep.

You tossed and turned dozens of times in your bed, but fatigue seemed to keep its distance. The longer you waited, the louder the storm became. You couldn’t stand it.

San Diego was amazing. But at this moment you questioned why the temperatures had to be some of the most bipolar you’d ever experienced. The weather was only nice when it wanted to be. And right now, it chose to be anything but peaceful. It was hot, humid, and sticky, and your sheets stuck to your skin. The air conditioning wasn’t working, either, which made everything worse.

As you were about to drift off, a knock sounded on your door. Seconds later, a dark figure slipped into your room.

You sat up to switch on your light, eyes narrowing. “Bradley…it’s two in the morning. What do you want?”

“It’s raining.”

“Duh.”

“It’s raining, and I can’t sleep.”

“And what do you want me to do about that?”

Rooster came closer, and that was when you saw his reddened eyes and dark circles. Guess you hadn’t been the only victim of insomnia.

“I need you,” he whispered hoarsely.

Your heart constricted. “Roos…not right now. I’m trying to sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“Please.”

You sighed, and moved over in bed to make room for him. “Fine, come here.”

He climbed in right next to you and immediately leaned against you. His body pressed up right next to yours, and he was warm.

“I lied, you know.”

“About…?”

“When I said I didn’t feel anything. I lied about that,” he said quietly. “I did feel something. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that. Sounds stupid, I know, but I really couldn’t. I don’t know what kind of chokehold you have on me…but whatever it was, it made me feel something.”

You stayed quiet as he continued talking. “I forgot everything else that happened that night, because I was so drunk. But that was one thing I didn’t forget. You kissed me and I’ll remember that exact moment for the rest of my life. I still remember the way you tasted and the way you smelled. That wasn’t how I imagined our first kiss to be, but it was still more than I could’ve asked for. Tequila and honey.”

“Come again?”

“I think I might be falling in love with you,” Rooster admitted. “Each and every part of you.”

Smiling softly, you placed a hand against his cheek. He leaned into you and touched his lips to the inside of your palm. The gesture sent a spark through your body and for a moment, the world stopped.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“What if I kissed you right now?”

“I…wouldn’t mind that.”

He kisses you then, and the world comes to a standstill. Suddenly, the heat and high winds don’t faze you anymore; neither do the ones brewing in the pit of your stomach. In the midst of a ferocious monsoon, he was your safe haven and your home and everything else under the stormy sky.

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Most of this was drawn in September of last year, but I decided to finally complete it!

So, here are the penguins of Madagascar and their lemur friends as humans!

I know this has been done to death already, but I wanted to provide my own interpretation. I’ll provide my design choices for each character under the cut, if anybody’s interested!

Skipper: I do not want to throw shade to anyone, but most of the human Skippers I’ve seen are either too young, too skinny, or too muscular. This guy may present himself as an authority figure, but let’s face it: this guy is your average middle-aged man with a fascination for cool spy stuff and repressed bisexuality. Trust me, my dad knows all about it. Anyway, I gave him a tacky nautical flag shirt, mostly because i couldn’t find any high-quality “hawaiian shirt with wwii planes” patterns. If it weren’t for King Julien’s design, I would’ve given Skipper aviators.

Kowalski: Typical nerdy guy. When I was showing a work in progress of the penguins, a friend of mine suggested that Kowalski’s hairline should be extra receded, and they were right. I know that this is the simplest design, but that’s because this guy just doesn’t seem the type for style. More of a practicality and formality guy. I suppose now’s a good time to mention that each of the brothers has an element of orange around their feet, cuz, well, the penguins have orange feet.

Rico: I really hope you guys get the energy that this guy listens to nu-metal. Since human beings not infused with cartoon animal wackiness cannot regurgitate convenient items, I decided to give human Rico a bunch of pockets from which cartoon HUMAN wackiness can occur. His outfit is also a bit more military-like than the others, what with the bomber jacket, cargo shorts, and combat boots. I also gave him what is essentially the boss floss from Splatoon 3’s amiibo gear.

Private: According to Penguin Lore™️, they’re all brothers, but Private is adopted, hence why he’s a bit younger [but not a child!] and I gave him a different hair texture and skin tone. His shirt has an icon from his favorite show, a Lunacorn. I also made his blue nail polish match its eyes. I take honor in the fact that a friend told me “I have several transmasc friends who look like this”.

Maurice: A lot of people who draw TPOM gijinkas don’t even draw him, which is a shame, because I love Maurice. Even more offensive is that some people don’t even depict him as an old black man, which goes against everything I know to be true in my heart. Anyway, he seems like the type to enjoy autumn/winter gear, so I gave him a big ol’ trench coat, as well as a scarf that looks like his fur puff. And the newsie cap just felt right.

King Julien: Here’s where all the flashiness went! According to an actor whom I have a personal vendetta against and thus will not name, Julien’s accent is Sri Lankan, so I took inspiration from their traditional clothing for his outfit, albeit more “cunty”, as today’s kids call it. It was imperative that this man has his toes out for obvious reasons, so I gave him sandals. I honestly have no good explanation for the leopard print leggings other than it came to me in a divine vision. Or something. The sunglasses mimic the color of his eyes!

Mort: Look, it was really hard for me not to just draw Molière from Atlantis: The Lost Empire, since his design is already kind of what I imagine this fellow looking like as a “human”. Admittedly, I’m not too proud of this design, but i think it gets the job done. His outfit purposely clashes: a matching hat and sweater, but with sweatpants, and he’s not even wearing shoes! I know the original Mort doesn’t have any purple in his design, but I felt like its inclusion made him look a little weirder. And then there’s his eyes. Yeah.

Hope this wasn’t too long, and thank you to anyone who read this portion of the post!

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I wrote this for a lovely anon, I hope you like it!

It is a Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

Warnings: none

Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw didn’t have anywhere to be after his work ended at 1600, which was why he simply decided to spend some time at the Hard Deck on most weekdays.

That was how he had started becoming friends with you, because you liked to spend time at the bar before too many people were there.

You loved the atmosphere of the quiet bar and it really helped you wind down and write your poetry, plus watching the occasional gorgeous aviator wasn’t exactly disabling your imagination.

The second you had met Bradley you had been slightly crushing on him, but just by the way he acted around you you could tell that he wasn’t into you.

He liked you, that was for sure; after your first meeting he came by more often and just liked to sit by your side when you wrote, sometimes talking to you and sometimes sneaking a peak at what you were scribbling in your old and used notebook.

You had settled for a friendship with the young aviator but if you were honest you were more into him than that, you had written a few longing and heartfelt poems that expressed your emotions, and that you had kept far from his sight.

Your crush wasn’t immense, it was mainly just that you found him attractive and he was both funny and charming, so you could keep your feelings at bay.

You met that way occasionally when he was off work, it was mostly just the two of you and Penny who stood at the pretty much still empty bar.

This went on until one day at the usual time the door of the Hard Deck opened, and a group of aviators came in.

It had to be at least half a dozen people and Bradley immediately stood out to you, no one was so laidback, bulky and tall, and no one wore their sunglasses while entering the dimly lit bar except for him.

With the sunglasses on you couldn’t quite see if he was looking at you but he pulled them off quickly when he saw you, giving you a grin and a wave as he tugged them in the front of his white shirt that was below one of his endless Hawaiian shirts.

Your exchange didn’t go unnoticed by the other people with him and Bradley excused himself, making his way to you to give you a hug.

“Come meet my friends. They’re fun, I promise,” he asked and you obliged readily, closing your notebook and making your way over to his crew.

You didn’t consider yourself very conventional, you didn’t like going to bars in the evenings because they were too crowded, you didn’t dress like everybody else you knew and you felt like you stood out.

You were pretty sure that Bradley would usually go for the conventional blonde model kind of woman, which was why you hadn’t made a move on him before.

You joined everyone to say hi and after a while all of you decided to get some drinks, venturing to get some beers from Penny.

Bradley was leaning against the bar in his proper lazy fashion and you were grinning at him for no reason, you were caught in a comfortable silence as Penny got your beers.

You acted on instinct when you reached for Bradley, pulling the sunglasses from his shirt collar and putting them on.

“How do I look?” You grinned broadly, knowing that the aviators were too big on your face, and not caring about it at all.

You had turned away from Bradley at first and had asked the others but afterwards you turned around, that silent laugh on your face and the too big aviators hanging askew on your nose.

He knew you had done it to diffuse any possible tension and be funny but with your smile and playfulness Bradley couldn’t help himself, his eyelids fluttered slightly and his lips opened just a hint, but it was enough to give away to the people who knew him well what was happening.

He gulped and tried to look away but he couldn’t tear his gaze from you, he was caught in the moment until you cocked your head and a slight frown appeared on your face, replacing the playful grin.

“What?” You asked but he just shook his head, trying to busy himself with the beer that was placed in his hand by Penny in that moment and hearing his friends chuckle knowingly.

He knew he was turning slightly red so he hoped that downing a lot of the cold beer would help, his breath was slightly hitched and he tried to give you a grin back that would make him seem normal again.

Despite his best efforts you could see a shift in him you couldn’t quite determine, but you were quickly caught in a conversation with a lovely WSO called Bob, still wearing your friend’s glasses on your nose.

You didn’t notice Bradley and his friends talking because you were focusing on what the shy backseater had to say, but Bradley’s friends made his feelings abundantly clear.

“That was pathetic, Bradshaw,” Jake laughed, swatting his wingman on the shoulder.

Bradley was still watching you even though you didn’t notice, and it just made your friends laugh even more.

“That was priceless, Roo,” Nat added, her teasing grin etched into her face for minutes now, and Bradley rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“It’s not… I mean I didn’t…,” he tried to say but he found no words.

His eyes once again returned to you and a small smile appeared on his lips as he watched how gentle you were with the WSO.

“I didn’t realize it was her,” he added, and the teasing smiles faded.

You glanced over at Bradley to see how he was doing and your eyes met over the distance of the almost empty bar, a smile playing along your lips to show him you were okay.

“She’s special, I’ll give you that,” Jake said to Bradley when he noticed just how infatuated his friend was, clapping him on the shoulder once again before stepp back slightly.

“Go talk to her,” he said and Bradley nodded, taking a deep breath and chugging back the rest of his beer before he approached you to interrupt your talk with Bob.

Nat, Jake, Penny, Maverick and everyone else of his friends watched as Bradley asked you out, and everyone heard your excited laughter when you undoubtedly said yes.

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