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flowery-laser-blasts · 4 months

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Ron Stoppable Lipsky concept - A Sitch in Time AU

Ok hear me out:

This is my take on a slightly darker themed story. All of this would play out during the 'a sitch in time' special. The villains go to Middleton in the past to disarm their teenage foe by preventing her from ever becoming friends with Ron and in turn training him to become an agent of chaos with only one mission: eliminate Kim Possible.

The team would kidnap Ron, erase all of his memories and start training almost immediately.

Duff Killigan is the first one to drop out upon hearing this plan. He thinks this goes a bit too far: sure getting rid of Kim is nice and all, but kidnapping a wee lad from his parents and brainwashing him? That doesn't sit right with Killigan. Yes, he's world's deadliest golfer, but this has NOTHING to do with golfing.

Monkey Fist is on the other side of the coin: he wants to ensure that Ron will never get his hands on ancient monkey power. He wants to kill the child. That way he'll never become friends with Kim nor obtain monkey powers. Drakken, Shego and Duff object heavily to it and battle ensues. Monkey Fist is outnumbered, Drakken opens a portal to a remote past and Shego kicks Fiske in. Duff takes his chances to save Ron by trying to push Shego in but Drakken notices it, makes Duff trip and follow after Monkey Fist. Now only Dr. Drakken and Shego are left and they go on with the plan.

Ron gets kidnapped, brainwashed, tutored and trained in private by the two of them.

Things have changed quite a bit for both Drakken and Shego. The plan is still top priority but they do find a bit of joy in raising the kid. Drakken and Ron are almost inseparable at this point. At first Drakken was annoyed by the constant questioning of the child, but once Ron showed enthusiasm for Snowman Hank and helping his 'dad' out in the lab, Drakken warmed up, a lot.

Shego had a more calculated approach at the start. Since she has a degree in children's development, she knows how and where to manipulate little Ron. Other than that she started training him young and got a lot of fun out of teaching the boy different fighting techniques and him chopping a wooden plank in half and injuring a henchman at the same time!? Amazing!! As a bonus: the hugging, the "I love you mama"s at bedtime and the surprisingly sweet bouquets of hydrangeas she received for mother's day were very sweet.

The three became an unexpected family.

Ron is a whole different person now. Calculated, sharp and very skilful in fighting. But he also has a softer side to him that comes out when he and Drakken start talking about nerd stuff.

One day, Shego stole a very valuable microchip, one of the last pieces they needed for world domination and like clockwork; Kim Possible appeared at the lair to save the day. However it wasn't the evil megalomaniac and his sidekick she had to fight but, a teenage boy? Wait, she recognised his face!

They fought and for most of it, Kim dodged and analysed her opponent. Ron growing frustrated started to fight more recklessly, giving Kim opportunities to strike. She managed to get back the microchip and got away but not before reassuring Ron that she'll 'help' him.

Shego partially felt like she had failed the training and that this 'mother charade' was to blame for it. The boy was still weak and his weakness affected her over time.

Drakken let it slide. He saw this as a victory because comparing Ron to how he used to be, this was a very close to being the ultimate weapon against the teen hero. The boy needed just a bit more drive and Drakken knew that revenge would be just that.

Drakken sent out Ron to retrieve the once stolen microchip to redeem his previous failure and as extra task: kill the teenage hero.

Ron manages to find Kim alone in her house and they start battling it out. Kim tells him that she has suspicions that he's not who he thinks he is nor are Drakken and Shego. She tells him about the boy that got abducted on the first day of kindergarten, the missing posters and how the entire city was on a wide search for him. Ron gets conflicted over all of this and breaks down. Kim wants to comfort him but gets punched out cold. Ron is about to give a final strike and end her but what she said, he has to know if she was speaking the truth. He finds the microchip and returns home.

Drakken is delighted when his 'son' returns and even more proud to hear that "Kim Possible has been taken care of." Drakken leaps into the air and says that this calls for a doomsday party. Ron says he feels a bit tired and retreats to his bedroom. Later on when everyone's passed out, he starts snooping around and after thorough searching. Ron finds out about the entire plan and the monkey idle. He calls for Kim through her website and she arrives. He tells her what happened and how to fix this until they get disturbed by Drakken and Shego.

The four of them battle it out with both parties hurt by this betrayal. In the end the money idle shatters and brings everything back to the status quo.

QUESTIONS I IMAGINE SOME OF YOU HAVE

"Kim and Ron lost at the start of the special because they lived far apart from one another, how would this play out here?" Easy, Drakken managed to disrupt the kimmunicator signal connected to Wade before, who says he can't do it again? Señior Senior Senior also managed to find Wade's home address so it won't be hard to find him and destroy all his tech. That way, Kim won't know where the villains are.

"But wouldn't present Kim stop them by going back in time?" No, she can't. There is no supreme one in this story, so Rufus 3000 (Kim's key to time travel) has likely a happy life OR doesn't exist. Besides the villains won't interfere with her memories from that day. They make sure not to get spotted by little Kim at all. Soon enough the timeline changes and Kim won't remember meeting Ron at all.

"But will Kim still be a hero? Ron convinced her to take on her first mission after all!" I'd say yes! Kim was always destined to be a hero. She might get more cries for help from people in need. I mean, when in crisis people might make mistakes writing to team Impossible. Kim wouldn't be able to ignore these requests because people are in danger and she feels the need to help.

"Won't Dr. Drakken and Shego be very old by the time Ron caught up in age?" Sitch in time's final act was a 20 years future gap and going from past to present is around 7 years + if they really care about appearances, they can still use the juvinator that Drakken has.

"Where are past Drakken and Shego? Won't they ruin the plan?" Like in sitch in time they would've probably convinced their past selves to go along with the plan. So let's say this is the timeline present day and past Drakgo:

- Drakgo goes to past, explains the plan to their past selves including the importance of the monkey idle and where to find it and secure it before past monkey fist gets his hands on it.

- Co-exist and follow the plans. They got double the ammunition for world take over and present day Drakken points out flaws in past Drakken's designs and plans.

- Once they caught up to present day, team past goes back in time to repeat the cycle (this time without Monkey Fist and Duff).

Hope you like this little concept!!

Special thanks to @creatorping for discussing the design with me!

#kim possible #kimpossible #kim possible sitch in time #dr drakken #drakken #shego #drdrakken #drakgo #dr. drakken #drakken x shego #shegoxdrakken #evil ron stoppable #ronstoppable #ron stoppable #duff killigan #duffkilligan #monkeyfist #monkey fist #lord monty fiske

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siriusblack-the-third · 1 year

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Hey I absolutely adore your Indian James headcanons can you do some for Harry too please <33

Okay this got too long so it's only Harry's first year at Hogwarts. At some point I might do the rest of his years but yeah. Here you go, i hope you like it :)

The first time Harry noticed his skin was darker than the people on Privet Drive was when he was four. The first time he noticed people sneered at him for it was when he was five and a half. He didn't understand it; why did they think the colour of his skin meant that he was inferior to them? He heard the words chee-chee and brownie thrown around like Dudley threw his food, and quietly pulled his shirt tighter around himself.

When Harry is eight, Dudley and his gang throw him in a ditch and throw dirt and soil on him till he's coughing and tears are running down his face. "You blend right into the mud," Piers laughs at him. The next day, the boy turns up to school with black skin. Harry sits in the corner and turns his face away, a secret grin playing on his lips.

He comes to Hogwarts, and there are so many colours. He is approached by Parvati on the second night, and she asks him if he's excited for Ganpati Chaturthi. He stares at her, and then says, "I'm sorry, but I don't know what that is." She gets offended, but they haltingly talk it out, awkward and stilted like most eleven year olds. When she realises that he's been kept from his heritage and his magic, she flies off the rails with anger. "That's it," she says, "we're friends now. No arguments."

Harry loves talking to Parvati. She's the one that tells him his father was from India. She's the one that tells him the names of his grandparents, that tells him of the importance of heritage in the magical world. They talk about religion and food and all sorts of things, and within two weeks Harry is asking her to teach him Marathi. It's hard at first; the grammar structure is more like French than English, the alphabet sequence is weird and complicated and has too many letters, but he keeps practising his svar and vyanjana and kana and matra. He will do this, he tells himself. (He doesn't tell Ron. He wants this for himself, he thinks. His family, his heritage. He wants to learn before he shares, and so he doesn't tell Ron. For now. He will, when he knows enough.)

Slowly, he starts talking to other Indian kids at Hogwarts. Padma, a seventh year Slytherin named Aarzoo who's Muslim and always has the prettiest hijabs, Gryffindor Kalyani from fourth year and Hufflepuff Rushabh from the third. Kalyani is from Maharashtra just like the Patil twins and Harry, Rushabh is from Gujarat and Aarzoo from Punjab. Harry finds it fascinating that India has so many different cultures and religions, and demands knowledge from them. Aarzoo laughs, and tells him he should have been with the 'Claws.

Harry disagrees. He was supposed to be in Slytherin, he knows, but he is in Gryffindor, where his family had been. His family had been Indian. He wants to know everything about it. If he couldn't have his parents, he would have that which had been a major part of his father's life. And so he reads and observes and studies and asks questions— hesitating at first in case they yell at him (Aunt Petunia hated questions and he feared these people would be the same), but slowly he asks more and more. He talks for hours with Kalyani and Rushabh, and they tell him about Garba and Dhol Tasha, Ganpati Chaturthi and Diwali, Eid and Gudi Padwa. They talk about the languages of India, and Harry immediately asks Aarzoo to teach him Urdu and Hindi. She laughs, and says he should focus on Marathi first. He pouts, but nods.

The Mirror of Erised shows him his father, and he can't take his eyes off. James Potter is a tall man, bulky frame covered in muscles and warm brown skin that seems to glow with happiness. His eyes are light brown, and the bold black lines drawn under them make the green specks stand out. He's dressed in what Harry knows is called a kurta, white and gold threads woven to form images of peacocks and elephants and other intricate designs. The next day, Harry asks Padma what she lines her eyes with, and she promptly hands him a little round metal box and a tiny wooden stick. "It's called kajal." She tells him the differences in pronunciation between Hindi and Marathi, and shows him how to apply it. Harry wears it everyday. It makes his eyes look bright, brighter than they already are, and he falls in love with it. Kalyani presses a kajal covered finger behind his ear every morning. "For good luck," she tells him, a grin playing on her pretty lips. Harry flushes, and smiles back shyly.

For Christmas, Aarzoo gives him perfume. It's chandan and mogra with hints of rose, she says, "and your grandfather made it. His name was Fleamont Henry Potter, and he was an exceptionally talented potioneer." Harry wears it religiously. Padma and Parvati band together and get him books on the Potter family and their historical importance, and he almost cries. Rushabh promises to teach him how to play Garba, and Kalyani gives him a cookbook for everyday Indian foods— breakfast and lunch and a few fancy stuff. Harry hugs it to his chest and thanks her with shining eyes. (he may have a bit of a crush on her. He can't help it— she's really smart, and she's pretty.)

Throughout the year, all of them work to introduce him to Indian food. At first, he thinks it will be easy. It is not. There is no such cuisine named Indian, Parvati tells him sternly. There is Punjabi, South Indian, Mughlai, Maharashtrian, North Indian, Bihari, Bengali and so many more. "The food in India changes with every twenty kilometres of travel," Aarzoo says when he mock complains about it. "It's never the same, and that's what makes it so special." He agrees.

The end of the year arrives, and Harry is still weak from his tryst down the trapdoor. When Ron and Hermione aren't present, his friends from home (because that's what India is, isn't it? His home. The home he never got to see, but is no less a part of him.) crowd around his hospital bed and have long talks with him, filled with banter and laughter. His Marathi is so much better now than it was in September, and he blushes when Kalyani compliments him on it. Rushabh winks at him, and Harry throws a pillow at him, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks at being caught out.

On the last day of school, he hugs Aarzoo around the waist and cries into her stomach. It's the first time he calls her "Aarzoo Tai", and she smiles widely, her own eyes dripping tears. "You will write," she says sternly, "okay? This might be the end of my Hogwarts years, but you are my little brother." He cries harder and nods, refuses to let go until the very last minute.

Harry goes back to Privet Drive with a heavy heart and a proud smile. He isn't inferior to the people there, he knows. He's special. He's Indian. He's James Potter's son, and he's going to live up to it.

#harry potter #desi harry potter #indian harry potter #desi james potter #desi potters #a fuck ton of OCs #the golden trio #harry potter headcanon #harry potter and the Philosopher's Stone #kid harry potter #headcanon #this got so long holy fuck

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theroundbartable · 3 months

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So I found this around, can I ask for Keith/ Lance or Draco/Harry?

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

- Gets jealous the most

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

- Takes care of on sick days

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

- Gives unprompted massages

- Drives/rides shotgun

- Brings the other lunch at work

- Has the better parental relationship

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

- Still cries watching Titanic

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

- Makes the other eat breakfast

- Remembers anniversaries

- Brings up having kids

How fun :D I've never done one of these. Let me think for a moment.

Okay, first of all, I think Klance and Drarry are very different ships. Klance is competitive and sweet and they have a best friend dynamic while Drarry is competitive in a little more hostile way. They are more distanced, I think and have less physical intimicy because they seem more verbal to me. They are also far more complicated, I think. And chaotic. Klance is more of a rivalry while Drarry is literal enemies who hate that they like each other. I hope that makes sense. 1. Gives nose/forehead kisses a) Klance is a competitive idiot in love with a socially awkward wall. I think both could initiate either of these things. It makes a difference who does it though. If Keith initiates it, then Lance will automatically try to one up him in doing it more often or surprising Keith with it. If Lance starts it, then Keith will try to copy it because he thinks Lance is socially more competent and therefore knows how to do romance. b) Drarry: Either could initiate it but it wouldn't be soft because they would do it to annoy each other more often than not. I think Harry is the more affectionate one, so he's more likely to do it in an affectionate manner when they are alone.

2. Gets jealous the most a) Klance: Lance is LOUDLY jealous, Keith SILENTLY. Both are jealous types but Keith is more mature about it. b) Drarry: Draco. He WILL deny it though. Harry is smug about the fact that Draco is far too loyal to ever betray him.

3. Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive a) Klance: Keith. Keith doesn't drink while Lance definitely does b) Drarry: Ron XD No seriously, Draco and Harry will drink each other under the table and think it's a good idea to apparate in that state. And Ron is the only person who will pick them up. Hermione just thinks they don't deserve the help if they don't drink responsibly and Draco's friends think it's funnier to watch them be shitfaced.

4. Takes care of on sick days: a) Klance: Both b) Drarry: Both... but I think Draco has to do it more often because Harry is a Gryffindor and Gryffindors get into weird situations all the time

5. Drags the other person out into the water on beach day a) Klance: Lance . Keith doesn't need much conviction though. b) Drarry: Harry. Draco is worried about his flawless skin XD

6. Gives unprompted massages a) Klance: Lance because Keith is always tense b) Drarry: Harry but Draco runs away whenever he does it because Harry is shit at it.

7. Drives/rides shotgun a) Klance: Depends on where they are going and what they are driving with. (Both are pilots, it only makes sense this translates to other vehicles). b) Drarry: Harry. Draco can't drive and even complaints that Harry does it because it's something muggles do. (He enjoys it anyway)

8. Brings the other lunch at work a) Klance: Lance will probably do it first and Keith tries to copy him. b) Drarry: I don't think Draco can cook. So, I'd say Harry but I'm also sure that Draco would kick him out of the office if THE Harry Potter showed up to give him a lunch box. He'd never hear the end of it from his coworkers. I would say that Harry teaches him how to cook instead. (And Harry can cook, he had to do it at the Dursleys place. AFTER Draco learned to make decent meals, he'd prepare a to go box for Harry once in a while and they would both never mention it because it's more intimate then either of them are comfortable with making fun of.

9. Has the better parental relationship a) Klance: Lance. Keith is working on his relationship with his mom though. He's also better with kids, but Keith comes around. b) Drarry: Drarry has a better relationship with his own father, simply because he had one and after reading the cursed child, I have to say he's a better father too. Harry is too lax with his children while Draco smoothes out the problems of his own childhood. It's not entirely fair though because Harry's parents are dead, the people who raised him suck and yeah. It kind of depends on how you define parental relationsip in his case.

10. Tries to start role-playing in bed a) Klance: Lance b) Drarry: I kinda think that role play is the only thing they actually do, otherwise they'd be weird about it.

11. Embarrassingly drunk dancer a) Klance: Lance is the only one who drinks but Keith doesn't think it's embarrassing. (At least not much) b) Drarry: Harry. And he'd drag Draco into it

12. Still cries watching Titanic a) Klance: Lance b) Drarry: Draco

13. Firmly believes in couples costumes a) Klance: Lance b) Drarry: Harry. And only to embarrass Draco because Draco is convinced he has STYLE, while Harry is a vagabond.

14. Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas a) Klance: I really had to think hard about it. I think Lance will break it more often but in small magins. While at some point, Keith will get frustrated and decide *fuck it, Lance deserves everything* and then gets him the biggest gift ever and Lance nearly has a heartattack. b) Drarry: What can I say? Both. They one up each other every year.

15. Makes the other eat breakfast a) Klance: Same as the forehead kisses. Both will do it, but Lance is most likely to do it first. b) Neither.

16. Remembers anniversaries a) Klance: Lance is SUPER fixated on them. He never forgets a single one and announces them weeks before they happen. Except for his own birthday. Keith doesn't boast about it as much, but he also remembers every single anniversary and is the first to congratulate Lance for his birthday, every year. b) Drarry: Draco. Harry doesn't think they are that important. He doesn't even remember Draco's birthday, but he never forgets their anniversary.

17. Brings up having kids a) Klance: I think this has an order. Lance would talk about WANTING to have kids one day in previous relationships or around friends but Keith is the one who brings it up when they are together. b) Drarry: Draco. As a joke. (I have to say that, it's a scene in the fanfic I'm working on. I just did both of them XD I suppose under certain circumstances these could be different but that's my first instinct. It was fun. Thank you for the task, anon.

#Vld #voltron #Harry Potter #HP #Draco Malfoy #Klance #Drarry #ask #answer #faq

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noneedtoamputate · 4 months

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Happy holidays, @land-sh. I'm your HBO War Secret Santa, and I hope you like this modern holiday AU featuring Ron and Carwood. I know you don't live in the United States, so I wanted to let you in on a few things in case you didn't know (and my apologies if you already know). The Pentagon, where Ron works, is home to the U.S. Departmen of Defense, and Instacart is an app where you can order groceries and get them delivered to your house. Fair warning for anyone else reading, it's just a tad spicy toward the end. I hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful holiday season, no matter how you celebrate!

Ron stared at the calendar hanging in the kitchen. If looks could set paper ablaze, the month of December would have burnt to a crisp thirty seconds ago.

He took another sip of his steaming black coffee, careful not to let any get on his Army dress uniform.

He took the calendar down from its hook and walked over to the kitchen table they purchased three years ago, when Ron accepted a desk job at the Pentagon and Carwood left active service and started teaching history at a local high school.

Car’s messy handwriting filled almost all of the squares. He had Army reserve duty the first weekend of the month, and as assistant coach of the boys’ junior varsity basketball team, there were practices or games almost every weeknight up until holiday break. There was the neighborhood cookie exchange, where he promised to make his famous gingerbread people, and then there was the Santa Paws fundraising event at the humane society. Car volunteered to dress up as Santa.

Ron’s small, neat cursive only filled Mondays for his personal training appointments and on December 22, with one word and arrow ending on December 30.

Home.

No one at work would ever guess that Lt. Col. Ronald Speirs loved Christmas. He loved the lights, the movies, the gifts, and, most importantly, being with the people he loved. He hadn't made it back to his parents in Massachusetts for the holidays since moving to Washington. He finally had enough seniority in his department to take an entire week off in December.

He couldn't wait to taste his mother’s shortbread, to be spoiled by his sisters, to take his nieces and nephews sledding. There really was nothing like Christmastime in New England.

He heard Car come down the stairs of their townhouse. He wore a black turtleneck sweater, fitted tan pants, and loafers. If Ron’s teacher had looked as half as good as Car, Ron would never have passed U.S. History.

Car smiled at him as he walked over to the coffee maker.

“The calendar’s getting pretty full,” Ron said, trying to sound casual.

“December’s always busy,” Car replied as he sat down across from his husband. “But not too busy that we can't find time for each other.”

“Movies?” Ron asked.

“Of course. Die Hard. Love Actually. We’ll watch them all.”

Ron leaned closer.

“And we’ll drive around to look at the lights?” Ron was a sucker for Christmas lights.

Car nodded. “I’ll drive, so you can really look at the displays.”

Ron smiled. “Well, if that isn't love, I don't know what is.” He reached over to kiss Car.

“I gotta run.” Car picked up his travel mug. “Have a good day. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Ron replied.

He finished his coffee and tried to get into work mode, the mode where no one would guess he loved watching Home Alone with his husband and dog and a fire roaring in their living room.

The next week, Ron looked at the calendar again.

He was not happy.

“Why do you have ‘choir concert’ filled in on Wednesday?” Ron asked as Car buttered his toast.

“Yeah, about that …” Car trailed off as he nervously scratched his head. “Mrs. Ramirez needed some help setting up for the holiday show.”

“That was supposed to be movie night.” Ron tried not to sound too upset.

“I know,” Car conceded. “Practice gets out early Friday night. We’ll have movie night then. I’ll even make the popcorn.”

“With extra butter?” Car nodded, Ron’s mouth curled up into what was almost a smile.

“It's a date,” Ron replied, and gave his husband a kiss.

But movie night never happened. A student teacher’s car wouldn't start in the faculty parking lot. Car tried jumping it, and when that didn't work, he waited while they called a tow company and gave them a ride to their apartment.

By the time Car got home, Ron didn't feel like watching anything.

“What was I supposed to do?” he asked Ron. “I couldn't just leave them there.”

“Of course not,” Ron agreed.

But Ron lost his patience the following week when he walked into their home office and saw Car furiously typing away on the computer keyboard.

“Dinner’s ready,” Ron said. He stood behind Car and put his hands on Car’s shoulders, giving them a gentle rub.

Car moved away from Ron’s touch and rubbed his temples.

“What's the matter?” Ron asked.

“Two students asked for recommendation letters at the last minute. I need to finish these tonight.”

Ron narrowed his gaze. “You could have said no.”

Car sighed. “No, I couldn't. They’re great kids. Smart, responsible …”

Ron cut him off. “Asking for a recommendation letter at the last minute isn't responsible.”

The two just stared at each other.

“You need to eat,” Ron finally said.

“I'll grab something when I'm finished.” Car went back to looking at the monitor.

“And I guess this means no looking at lights tonight.” Ron crossed his arms.

Lulu came into the room and nuzzled up to Car, looking for some love.

“Can you take her? I can't focus with her with trying to get attention “

“You don't even have time for the dog?” Ron asked, no longer hiding his anger. He leaned down to pet Lulu. “C’mon, girl, let's go for a walk.”

Ron set off on a good clip toward the park, Lulu happily keeping up the pace.

Why does he do this? Why does he put everyone first?

He felt disloyal asking himself the question, because the way Car looked out for people was one of the reasons Ron loved him so much.

Ron hated admitting that he felt jealous of all the attention Car had shown other people this month while making no time for him, or so it seemed.

And sadness crept over him. They seemed so distant over the last few weeks. No cuddling on the couch, binging the latest series. No long conversations over dinner. No spooning in bed before falling asleep.

And certainly no sex.

The brisk air and exercise cleared his head a bit, but he still paused for a second before opening the front door. The house stood quiet, and the chicken tetrazzini on top of the stove remained untouched.

He threw the baking dish back into the oven to reheat and poured dog food into Lulu’s bowl. He ate dinner alone. He rinsed the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. He sorted the mail and cleaned out the fridge. When he ran out things to do, he poured himself two fingers of Scotch and tried to read a book, but he read the same page over and over. It was only 9:30 pm, and he wasn't tired, but he gave up and got ready for bed.

It was just before midnight when Car finally made it upstairs. He didn't say anything as he took off his clothes and slipped into bed, staying far away from Ron’s side.

“You're going to wear yourself out,” Ron said quietly.

“I'll be fine,” Car replied. Soon, his deep breaths signaled that he was asleep.

Ron put his hands behind his head and stayed awake for two more hours.

On the morning they planned to leave for Ron’s parents, Car woke up with the flu: Body aches, chills, and a pounding headache.

He wouldn't admit it. “Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow,” he told Ron.

Ron titled his head to one side and gave Carwood that Ron Speirs look.

“It's possible,” Car said meekly, not really sounding convinced himself.

Ron called his mom and dad and explained the situation. Though disappointed, they completely understood and sent their love to Car.

He put in an Instacart order. There was not a lot of food in the house, as they planned to be gone for a week. Plenty of Gatorade, rice, bananas, bread for toast. All the ingredients for chicken soup, and easy meals for Ron to eat in between caregiving duties.

The next day, he felt even worse. Ron added another bedspread on top of him for warmth and plugged in a heating pad for him to use.

“You don’t need to stay here. Go to your parents. I can take care of …” Before Car get the last word of the sentence out, he started coughing.

Ron rubbed his back.

“I'm sorry,” Car said, once he caught his breath.

“No reason to apologize for coughing,” Ron replied.

“No, not the coughing. For …” He started coughing again.

Ron took a deep breath. He’d been trying to avoid thinking about what he was missing at home. His family, the epic games of Yahtzee, his mom's roast lamb on Christmas Day.

But he knew Car hadn't gotten sick on purpose. If Ron had gotten sick right before they were supposed to go to West Virginia for the holidays, Car would have taken care of him without a second thought.

“It's okay,” Ron said.

Ron couldn't have said that the day before and meant it. But today, he did.

On Christmas Day, Car felt well enough to get into the shower by himself. They exchanged gifts. Ron bought Car a new messenger bag for work, and Car bought Ron the watch he’d had his eye on for a while. Ron made chicken soup for lunch, and they finally watched Home Alone together on the couch. Car felt asleep halfway through, but Ron could tell he was finally on the mend.

The rest of the week was mainly more of the same. Ron would make something for lunch, and they would watch one of the holiday movies they never got around to before Car got sick: Gremlins, Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street, It's a Wonderful Life. Each day, they would sit a little closer on the couch to one another, hold hands, spoon.

New Year’s Eve arrived, and Car felt great. They had an invitation to a party, but they decided it was bit soon to go out.

Ron, being a great cook, made steak and lobster tails for lunch. They splurged on a bottle of good champagne and talked and laughed like they hadn't the entire month of December.

They turned on a football game, and Ron fell asleep before halftime. He woke up to the feeling of Car’s fingers in his hair.

“I didn't mean to take a nap,” he said, reaching for his husband's hand.

“You needed it. You've been taking care of me all week.”

Ron stroked Car’s cheek and reached in for a kiss.

They started slow, almost uncertain, the tension of the last few weeks still present. But then Car traced his tongue along Ron’s earlobe, a surefire way to get Ron hard. Wordlessly, they walked upstairs to the bedroom.

Car started undressing Ron, taking his time. Ron hadn't realized how touch starved he was for Car's hands and lips. He kissed his neck and worked his way down, nuzzling Ron’s chest with his stubble and gently biting Ron’s nipples. Ron couldn't help letting out a moan, and he could feel Car smile against him.

He let out an actual groan when Car grabbed him, stroking him exactly the way he liked. He put the head of Ron’s cock in his mouth and teased him, before taking it all in.

Ron tried to pull away, but Car shook him off. “I want to take care of you,” he said.

Ron realized that for all the things Car did for other people, he would only do this for Ron. This was just for the two of them. He had no reason to be jealous.

Ron realized and ran his fingers through Car’s hair, staying in the moment and taking in every sensation. He knew he wouldn't last long, and that it wouldn't matter.

Ron said his husband’s name as he came, and Car kept him in his mouth and teased the inside of his thighs as he came down. He took Ron in his arms, and Ron lay his head on Car’s chest.

Another thing no one at the Pentagon would guess was how much Ron loved the time after making love, when they would hold each other and talk quietly. He didn't used to, not before he met Car. It was one of the ways he knew Car was the man for him.

They stayed quiet for longer than usual, enjoying the closeness.

“I am sorry you didn't make it home for Christmas,” Car finally said. “You said was okay, but I know how much it meant to you.”

Ron kissed him. “I was home for Christmas.” He looked the man who meant everything to him in the eye.

“You are my home.”

#hbowarsanta23 #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #ronald speirs #carwood lipton #speirton #my first m/m fic

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tngrace · 1 year

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Baby K

For the lovely @callsign-dragonbaron 💙 enjoy darling 😉 also ignore any medical inaccuracies or anything like that. This is just a soft fluffy fic 😍

You had been with a Tom a little over two years when he'd proposed to you. You'd met while he was at Top Gun, and continued dating once he'd graduated. It was the sweetest proposal ever and you were over the moon. You two agreed on a quick wedding before he had to deploy out again, and before you knew it, you were Mrs. Tom Kazansky. Deployments were hard, but you wrote letters back and forth constantly, and he called every chance he got. Most calls ended with Slider yelling down the phone telling you how sickeningly moping Tom would get later into deployment and how he couldn't wait to get the grumpy bastard gome to you. Honestly you loved your husband's big idiot of a best friend and RIO and truly appreciated him looking out for Tom.

Tom had been home from deployment for two weeks and you'd spent the majority of that two weeks in bed and at your house. Reconnecting was always one of the best parts from deployment in your opinion, and after two years of them, you figured you were the expert on what was best about them.

You'd just gotten up to go fix dinner when his arms snaked around your waist pulling you back into his chest making you giggle.

"Let's go out tonight," he murmurs nipping at your jawline and neck. "Let me show you off. Besides Slider's bugging the hell out of me to catch up."

You turn in his arms linking your hands behind his head. "Hmmm alright. I'll take date night with your best friend."

"You're the best wife ever." He gives you another searing kiss before dragging you to the shower. Dinner with Slider and his girl was always a joyous affair and tonight was no different. At the end of the night the boys gave you both the best gift they could offer; they were taking a teaching stint at Top Gun with Maverick and Goose and would be staying home for the foreseeable future.

Six weeks later you'd be so grateful to have Tom home because while you had not been planning on expanding the family any time soon, you also were a little excited to find out you were expecting.

Thankfully you ended up having an easy pregnancy, and it helped that Tom, and all the flyboys really, doted on you constantly. You were spoiled to no ends with attention and affection, and you didn't even have to lift a finger in putting the nursery together. You just got to sit back and supervise. Slider promised once the baby was here, and you two decided on a theme for the nursery, he would come back and paint anything you wanted on the walls, finally putting all his doodling and art skills to work.

You both had decided not to find out what you were having much to the displeasure of the flyboys. You still ended up with several stuffed planes and toys and a plane mobile for the crib, the boys claiming if you had a baby girl she was gonna be a daddy's girl and would love the planes anyways. You knew your baby was going to be spoiled silly and have all these flyboys wrapped around his or her little fingers.

The day you went into labor was rather eventful. Tom and Ron were in the air doing a hop, so you left a message with Viper who insisted on sending Mav to drive you to the hospital so you weren't alone. He promised to get the other two down and on their way stat. You had everything ready when Mav got there, and you were honestly surprised with how steady and calm he was. Tom had caught a ride with Ron that morning so Mav helped you into the jeep and headed to the hospital.

Tom and Ron ran in not twenty minutes after you'd gotten settled in the room, both still in their flight suits. "You two could've showered and changed." You chuckled when you got twin scowls from them. Tom came over to your side, leaning down giving you a soft kiss, his hand finding your belly and giving it a rub.

"How are you feeling?" He murmurs, his forehead resting against yours as he just breathed you in reassuring himself that you were fine.

"I'm ok. Pain's not too bad yet. They checked me when I got here. Waters already broke and I'm at 6cm. Hopefully we won't have to wait too long." You cradle his face, giving him another reassuring smile and kiss before he slowly pulls back. He pulls a chair close so he stays by your bed and holds your hand.

"We're gonna go call the others. We'll be in the waiting room," Ron assures once he knows you both are good, as he and Mav head out the door.

Labor progresses steadily and as your pain increases, Tom tries to get you to take an epidural, but your fear of needles keeps you from it, insisting you can do this. Turns out you were right, and despite Tom hating seeing you in so much pain, he was also so damn proud of how you handled bringing your baby into the world.

After holding your screaming baby, as the nurses rubbed her off, all your pain was forgotten and tears rolled down your cheeks. Tom’s forehead rested against yours as he watched you two. "It's a girl," he murmurs, before the nurses take her to clean her up. He cradles your face and gives you the longest kiss, wiping your tears. "I'm so fucking proud of you," he whispers.

They bring her back all clean and swaddled up. "Daddy?" The nurse asks, before passing the bundle over to him. You absolutely melt against the bed once the baby is in his arms. She looks so tiny against him, and you wish you had a Polaroid to snap a picture of Tom's face. It's almost identical to the look he had when you walked down the aisle to him to say "I do." His smile takes up almost his whole face and you see his teary eyes.

"She's perfect," he murmurs, sliding onto the edge of your bed, the rest of the world forgotten for the moment. You're exhausted, but you can't take your eyes off him. "Just like her daddy," you tease. He finally lays back beside you when you move around to make room. Your head rests on his shoulder as you watch him softly rubbing her cheek.

Her big blue eyes open and just stare up at him as he softly coos to her. "Hi baby girl. We love you so much." She wiggles around a little and yawns before her eyes close again snuggled over her daddy's heartbeat.

"Think we've decided on a name?" You murmur softly, feeling yourself drifting as well.

"Think so," he whispers back. He softly kisses your forehead. "Gonna show her off to the boys. You rest and I'll be right back."

"Mmmk," you hum. He waits until he's sure you're sleeping before he carefully gets up. He cradles his baby girl protectively before heading out to the waiting room. Slider, Mav, Goose, Carole Bradley, Hollywood and Wolf are all there spread out waiting, Bradley bouncing in Mav's lap as he tries to keep him entertained. Chipper and Sunny are coming down the hallway with an assortment of snacks, picking up their pace when they see him. The flyboys all gather round, softly cooing over the baby.

Tom bends down to let Bradley see once he gets impatient. "Meet Abigail Kennedy," he tells Bradley who just stares at her in awe.

"Woah.... she's tiny," the six year old says softly being careful not to reach out to touch her or anything.

"Yea she is. She's gonna need you to teach her the ways once she's bigger and help look out for her. Think you can do that?"

Bradley nods giving Tom the biggest smile. "Promise Uncle Ice. I'll be her bestest friend."

"I know ya will," he grins as he stands back up. He assures them you're doing well and resting and that they can see you later. Two days later, your little family of three is home. Tom takes a full week off work to stay home with you and Abigail, and the flyboys pop in when they can. You won't say your family is complete just yet, but it feels damn near perfect in this moment.

#tom iceman kazansky #iceman x reader #top gun #tg #top gun fic #tg fic #reader fic #my writing #baby fic #dad!ice

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bearsinpotatosacks · 10 months

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Behind a Cold Visage - A Multi Ship Fic

Iceman's jumper has a hole, he goes to Carole to fix it. She notices something else more than a hole.

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For a prompt list, this was "A fixing B's sweater/jacket"

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Texas winters, at least in Corpus Christi, were rather mild. She had the fashion sense of a pop art picture and a grandma is what her mother said, which meant a lot of cardigans, that were never appropriate for the weather.

This fact had always annoyed Carole, she’d taken up knitting when she was fourteen to get her mind off the worst breakup of her life, at least as she’d thought then. Now, years after, she’d probably knitted an entire wardrobe of clothes if you included everything she’d made for Bradley, plus all the various jumpers, scarves, hats and mittens over the years for Goose, Mav, her family and herself.

And this year the wardrobe would be added to. There were two more people in their weird, not allowed family. Slider and Iceman.

Their home was their sanctuary, away from the pressures of the navy, some of which were more on some than others, and the prying eyes of the neighbours, they could be themselves. Safe to cuddle in their bed now too small for four people and creaking from the weight but homely enough that they didn’t care.

Not that everyone stayed at the same time. Maverick had bought a bachelor pad nearer to Corpus Christi, they were in the suburbs of Portland, about a ten minute drive away on a good day. With the security of the emergency second bedroom, they were safe-ish from the harsh laws of the navy and Texas state.

Carole was half considering just moving to California. With sodomy laws repealed there, this would at least be allowed at home. It was closer to work for Tom and Ron, both still instructors at Top Gun while Maverick was flying with Merlin back out in the middle of the ocean and Goose was getting his teaching qualification to become a physics teacher. Every single naval aviator she’d ever met had tried to explain how the codes for their missions worked, but every time it just seemed too damn complicated. Well, she tried to explain all the ins and outs of running a library and they seemed similarly confused, maybe some things were meant to be unknown.

She broke through her thoughts with a sip of sweet tea. As went tradition, she’d left it to brew outside but it didn’t quite hit the same as it would in the summer. Not that she missed that, the heat had really gotten to her this year.

Maverick threw the frisbee to Bradley. Slider lifted him up so he could catch it. Goose placed his hands on his hips as he shared a look with Mav. They feigned disgust but smiles were hard to hide.

“Hey, that's cheating!” Goose exclaimed.

“T’isn’t.” Bradley said, still being held securely in Ron’s hands.

“T’is.” Mav said.

“T’isn’t.” Ron teased. “He’s short, I’m helping.”

“I’m short, and you don’t see Goose lifting me up to catch the frisbee.”

“I’m littler,” Bradley said.

Mav gave him his familiar cocky smirk.

“Oh yeah?” Goose said, his moustache twitching. “Well, it’s still cheating, how about you stop being so little and grow some more? Come on now Bradley, you’re almost five, you should be six feet tall by now!”

That broke everyone’s grumpy masks. Bradley giggled, which made Goose break into a grin and begin to trot over to him. Maverick joined as Ron lowered Bradley slightly.

Maverick, always the fastest even though he had the shortest legs out of all of the guys, got there first and tickled Bradley’s feet. Goose joined him, making him giggle until he squirmed.

“Daddy, stop!” He yelled.

Goose took him from Slider and lay kisses into his chubby cheeks as he squished him into a hug.

“Sorry, it’s what cheaters get!”

“I didn’t cheat, Daddy-”

The scene carried on. Goose pampered his son in embarrassing amounts of kisses while Mav and Ron watched, hiding their hands gracing each others so the neighbours wouldn’t talk.

What broke her focus was the gentle sound of feet coming out of the kitchen. She knew those considerate steps anywhere. Wanting to command attention but not offend, wanting to please every crowd. Iceman.

As well as pleasing her by not stomping, she loved Ron but he wasn’t very light footed, he was very easy on the eye. She’d told him that she thought so but hadn’t made a move yet. He was newly in a relationship with three men while trying to keep it all a secret, the last thing he needed was a new woman to throw things into question.

“Hey, Tom,” she said, keeping her eyes on the frisbee game as it restarted. “Whatcha got there?”

He seemed surprised when she knew he was there without seeing him. What he didn’t know was that having a toddler had made her hyper aware about where people were at all times, whether she liked it or not. She had to pat the seat next to her to get him to sit down. It was unusual how such a cool and confident man could turn into this insecure when away from the pressures of the navy.

“A sweater.”

“You’re not wearing it?” She said.

Feeling the breeze stroke her skin, she wrapped her blanket around her a little tighter.

“There’s a hole in it.”

His words were so carefully chosen. She realised that if they weren’t on good terms, he could do some damage. Carole could also, if they weren’t on good terms, but for different reasons, she didn’t have much of a filter. Words just came out as she said them. Obviously, this meant that while she could make someone’s day with a blase compliment, she could also ruin it by saying something mean a little too loud than she should, because her volume was never appropriate whether she knew it or not.

He stretched out the sweater. It had golden dreidels knitted onto a blue background. Threads were coming loose all over it to give a vague blue halo in the afternoon sun. This was old and well worn, yet perhaps it was what she’d seen of Tom so far that made her feel like he wasn’t the type to wear corny novelty jumpers at all.

“Can I?” She reached for it.

It was just as soft as it looked as he handed it over. There was a familiar smell. Looking at Tom, she could imagine him tugging at the collar for a photo at Hanukkah. That’s what the smell reminded her of, a childhood home that you could return to but one that would never be the same.

“Want me to fix it?”

“Can you?”

She turned it over. There was a small but obvious hole in the arm. It wasn’t wear and tear, this was from worrying the same spot over and over again. She looked up at Tom and smiled, there was a storm behind those grey eyes.

“I think so, just got to match the colour so it doesn’t look weird,” she went to get up.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Might as well start now, I think I have this blue in my knitting basket,” she lent in a little closer. “It was meant to be a surprise but I was making you a scarf for Hanukkah.”

“Guess you don’t need to now.” He said, looking at his hands.

“No, I will.”

“Why?”

His head darted up. The immovable Iceman was a deer in headlights. She liked her ability to do that because if there was one thing she'd learnt about loving Navy men was that no matter how much they talked the talk, if you got them on their knees and pulled their head back by their hair then they were putty in your hand.

“You’re cute that’s why.”

She lent over and kissed his forehead, leaving his face bright red as she moved inside to fix the jumper. Behind her, Ron wolfwhistled. The usual snarky "shut it" that she'd expect from Tom didn't come. When she turned back, he was still beetroot red.

I'm a bit of a sucker for Carole/Iceman, not in a major way but in a small way like this. They all love each other. Also it was illegal to be gay in texas until 2003. Thanks for reading!

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Week 17

moonlight sonata by @pancakehouse

Rated M. 14k. Wolfstar

On the drive to Lupin Family Christmas, Sirius and Remus break up. What follows is several days of heartbreak, longing, and two boys trying to figure out where it all went wrong.

A Man Afraid of Light by cassiara

Rated E. 13k. Jeddy

James really enjoys his life. He likes sharing a flat with his best mate, Teddy. He likes being work-partners with said best mate. He likes going out at the weekends and shagging random girls. At least, that’s what he tells people. The truth isn’t that simple, and when James accidentally manages to get hit by a curse that makes him unable to lie he learns that hiding the fact that he’s completely and utterly arse over tit in love with Teddy is more complicated than expected.

Better Together By @goldentruth813

Rated E. 33k. Jeddy

Teddy is perfectly content with his life as a Hogwarts professor. Sure, he gets a bit lonely sometimes, but he loves his job as much as he loves Hogwarts and his students. Everything about Teddy’s life is comfortable and safe and he likes it that way. Until the day James Sirius Potter unexpectedly shows up to teach at Hogwarts and Teddy’s life is altered irrevocably, leaving Teddy with the arduous task of examining himself and what it is he really wants.

help me hold onto you by @soloorganaas

Rated M. 12k. Wolfstar

'It seems almost impossible that Black could have entered the school without inside help.'

'I do not believe a single person inside this castle would have helped Black enter it.'

Heartstones by @eyra

Rated T. 5k. Wolfstar

Remus is a lonely painter. Sirius is a shopkeeper who might just have a solution for that. Summertime on the Yorkshire coast, with crystals, and candle-smoke, and sunshine.

Be silent like deep water By @her-smile-forges-galaxies

Rated G. 17k. Wolfstar

Remus drifts through life surrounded by silence, sure that it will never change, and then Sirius Black comes into his life. He shows him what it is to live, to breathe, to be himself. He shows him how to love.

Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis by @vukovich

Rated E. 50k. Drarry

Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead.

But who's making withdrawals from Malfoy's vaults? How is a death omen-turned-Unspeakable involved? Is an organization known as the Moirai to blame?

Harry brushes it off until he can't. Until The Prophet is flooded with sightings of dead people. Until Robards throws himself on his sword. Until Ron turns on his own family. Until Harry scarcely trusts his own reflection in the mirror and trusts the stranger in his bed even less.

#fic recs #fanfic #hp fanfic #wolfstar #ao3fic #drarry #wolfstar fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #drarry fanfiction #drarry fic #jeddy

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oh-surprise-its-me · 7 months

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Anon: Another one on the fluffy side; coming of age often comes with bigger presents over here, so say when Jake turns 21 (or 18, depending on the law and country, suppose) his dads come up with the idea of giving him a small plane, a Piper or Cessna or something, as a present. It could be an older model, and Chris, being mechanically inclined, could teach him how to fix it, and Tom and Ron (and Chris, of course) could go up with him, just as a shared experience. Perhaps even make family day trips with the aircraft.

In the US it’s 18! They would absolutely get him a plane lmao.

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Jake’s 18th is a fabulous day.

Hell fabulous week.

Wolf and Holly came out for the week to celebrate. They’re all shocked that this kid they all remember holding is 18. But goddamn they’re proud.

Jake is sitting in the back of the car with his dad on one side and papa on the other. Tata is driving, Jake’s been blindfolded since they left the house. “Don’t make me start saying are we there yet.”

Chris laughs and kisses his head, “jokes on you baby we are almost there.” Jake snorts and leans into his dads side.

He stumbles as he steps out of the car. There’s six hands on him before he can hit the ground. “No broken bones for your birthday.”

Jake laughs and waves in the direction he can hear Lucas say that. “Okay Chickie ready?” Jake takes a breath. He nods.

Suddenly the blindfold comes off and they’re at the hanger they rent out. He gasps as the Cessna comes into focus. “No fucking way.”

Ron laughs and gently pushes him towards it. Jake looks around for a second at everyone and takes off for the plane. He scrambles up the side and into it. “HOLY SHIT GUYS??”

Laughter breaks out around everyone, “like it Jake?” Jake leaps out of the plane and grabs his dads into a tight hug. “Thank you so much. I love y’all.” He’s crying. He can’t help it. He can’t believe they got him a plane. “Your uncles and aunt helped.”

Jake pulls himself away from them and throws himself at David and Lucas, he gets kisses pressed to his head. “Love you kid.” “Proud of you Jakey.”

He’s pushed into Holly and Wolf’s arms, he squeaks when they squeeze him so tight. “You’ll be incredible kiddo.”

He grabs Sarah from where she was leaning on the car. He picks her up and spins with her. “Aunt Sarah you didn’t??” She laughs and reaches up to hold his face. “You’re the best nephew I could’ve ever dreamed for. Of course I did.”

Jake is truly crying now. He can’t believe this is all for him. “Thank all of you. This is the best present ever.”

They all grin at him and then start pulling out food. They decided a picnic at the hanger would be fun. Jake can drool over the plane with the flyboys and Chris can explain all the parts.

It’s an incredible 18th birthday. Jake will never forget it.

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #tom x ron x chris #ron x chris x tom #jake hangman seresin #slider is jake's dad au #all the uncles for Jake #sarah kazansky is Tom’s sister #mac writes top gun

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thedoormann · 9 months

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All I know about Ron Deez Nuts or whatever is that Disney is going to kill him, and that people hate him. What did he do?

well he started this "don't say lgbt bill" nonsense in florida (you cant mention anything about gay people in school including if you have a spouse thats the same gender as you and if a kid tells you theyre trans or gay youre required by law to tell their parents), banned all books from grades K-12 (unless theyre on the approved book list)(btw its a felony to bring a book to school thats not on the approved book list so teachers across florida were throwing away a shit ton of books this year)(he banned a book where a red crayon and a blue crayon have a purple baby because it promotes interracial marriage im dead serious), he wants to teach kids that slavery was beneficial for black people (yknow because they learned skills while being slaves so they had experience to get jobs when they were freed! theyre so lucky right! /s), he's trying to ban abortion (even under circumstances of rape or incest), he wants to kill all illegal immigrants (he tried to pass a law this year that made it a felony to even be caught driving an illegal immigrant), and hes a ugly slut that's going to hell

#shut up mei #anonymous #i want to string him up in the middle of town and burn him alive #i want to cut up his body starting from his toes to see how long it takes him to die #like that one jojos villain #hes going to hell #and when i get down there im going to brutally assault him

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dumbestthingiveeverheard · 9 months

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Dumbest Thing I've Ever Heard: 7/21/2023

Note: Starting Monday, 7/24/2023, the amount of entries on this list will be upped from three to, at most, five. Due to this, I have also decided to open submissions to the blog.

Third place: Dagen McDowell of Fox News

Today on Outnumbered, she said the following about a story revolving around--prepare yourselves, this might be the scandal that brings Biden down--the President wearing sneakers:

Well I made a joke last night on Hannity, those shoes, my father will be 87 in a week, and to a man of that generation wearing those shoes, particularly as commander in chief in public, when you're going on, this is formal business -- that's the equivalent of wearing your bedroom slippers outside. That's like wearing a speedo and flip-flops to a funeral. So these elitist snobs in the White House are blithely lying to the American people over and over again because they think we're stupid, and we're not. We've cared for elderly parents and relatives and we can look at this man and see what's going on. We know dementia, we know age, we know Alzheimer's when we see it. And we look at Joe Biden and think, we would not let him drive our car in an empty church parking lot. We know what's happening with him. It's sad, but distressing.

First off, you have to admire the audacity of somebody to call others snobs while she is saying it's possible a person has a serious mental condition because of their choice in foot wear. Also, Thomas Jefferson was inaugurated to the Presidency in his street clothes. Although, what do I expect from a network that spent weeks during the Obama Administration talking about the color of his suit?

Second place: Laura Ingraham

While engaging in the continuing quest by the media to make RFK Jr.'s Presidential Campaign a thing, we got the normal talking points. Among them that the DNC must be really scared of him because Joe Biden hasn't agreed to debate him yet--never mind that in 2020 Donald Trump not only never debated either Bill Weld, Mark Sanford, or Joe Walsh, but state Republican primaries even cancelled primaries specifically to prevent either of those candidates from getting a foothold within the party.

However, while talking about how popular RFK Jr. is, Laura showed this poll:

Now fourteen percent is not nothing, especially when you're a primary challenger to an incumbent President. However, after two straight years of Biden bashing by the mainstream media along with the perpetual push to make RFK Jr. into something other than a waste of everyone's time, the odds of RFK Jr. doing any better are rather unlikely. For reference, fourteen percent is about the percent of votes gotten by Newt Gingrich in 2012, John Anderson in 1980, George Wallace in 1976, and Al Gore in 1988. Hardly the battle similar to that Ford and Reagan had for the Republican Nomination back in 1976, fuck it's not even the fight Jimmy Carter and Ted Kennedy had back in 1980 or the fight George Bush and Pat Buchanan had back in 1992.

Winner: Ron DeSantis

I think the headline "Florida Schools Will Teach How Slavery Brought ‘Personal Benefit’ to Black People" from The Daily Beast sums this story up perfectly. The article also notes that High Schools are going to be taught that a deadly massacre against black citizens in 1920 included “acts of violence perpetrated against and by African Americans.”

I wish to remind you all that Ron DeSantis wants to become President, presumably so he can implement this education system across the country.

Ron DeSantis, you've said the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

#dagen mcdowell #laura ingraham #ron desantis

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I'm really sorry okay :)

During the summer of his sixteenth birthday, Ice teaches him how to drive a car. During the first lesson, Mav and Slider sit in the backseat, but three miles down the road, Ice kicks them out and leaves them in the middle of nowhere because kids have better behavior than you two.

It's the same summer Mav and him fix the Bronco, and Slider finds the perfect blue to repaint it.

In September, Bradley drives them to the airport, his driver's license proudly displayed in his wallet and tissues strewn about because seeing his father and uncle deployed still makes him cry a little, even after all these years.

Ice hugs him against his chest and Bradley wants to never let him go because summer was too short and he promised to let Bradley take them to his favourite spot after he passed his test. We're going to get there, okay baby goose? he asks, before kissing him on the forehead once I'm back, whether it's winter or summer. Okay, dad, okay he answers, already half engulfed in his uncle's arms.

By the time Ice and Slider are back, a year and a half has almost gone by, Bradley is studying to pass with a straight A to go to Annapolis, and then he's out of the door and out of their lives because of a promise Maverick won't talk about.

It takes time. Fifteen years and most mornings, Bradley wakes up in his bed and his first thought is he betrayed me. He's working on all that anger with his therapist, but sometimes, less and less every day, it is still difficult and leaves him without energy. When he walks out, his car is particularly blue, that's all thanks to Uncle Ron, his secret supplier, and four hours of work. Bradley can feel in his bones that today is a good day to go back. Not alone. Not this time.

He texts Mav first; he doesn't know if he could have the strength to ask over the phone, and his un-his pops answers He would have loved that. I have a hop in 20 minutes, so take your time.

The road is almost deserted, and the parking lot is occupied by a single lonely yellow car that Bradley vaguely recalls being there the last time they passed by. He was fourteen and eager to show off his new swim truck to every pretty girl and boy around the shore. All his uncles were around that day, with too much food, too many things to say, and not enough sunscreen to spare everybody from sunburn. Bradley can see all of them moving around clear as day, half of them without a swim truck because Good god Mav, you could have told us it was for swimming! Half of his uncles are no longer alive, and the other half are out of reach. That's something else that leaves him on the verge of panic.

When he sits down, his dad is to his left, the sun is already high in the sky, and the wind crisps the water. See, dad? We made it. It took us maybe a little too much, but I finally drove us here. He could see his dad, just like he could see his uncles moving around, young and healthy as he was the last time he saw him on a carrier, six years prior, when he had run away because who gives a fuck about Admiral Kazansky and his fucking speech? He can see him smiling and patting his head like he used to do after Bradley told him he was too grown up for kisses on his cheeks and ruffling his hair. He can see him talking and he can hear him telling him all the ways Mav tells him how they found that place, almost thirty and drunk as hell after their second mission together. He can feel it too, against his back, his dad's arm hugging him and murmuring I'm so proud of you, kid.

(That's what he wrote to him, after he was called a Top Gun for the first time.)

But for how much Bradley can see and feel and hear, sitting on that shore, it's just him, an urn, and all the things he's never got the time to say. Ah, dad, he murmurs, I'm so fucking sorry, I don't even know where to start, but the start is a good place, right? Yeah, yeah, okay.

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Arms Wide Open, Catch Me If I Fall:

Chapter 3: Beautiful In Flight

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Amanda ‘Birdie’ Hallett (OC)

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Baylie ‘Lucky’ Steele ( @bayisdying ) (OC)

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky ( @dragon-kazansky ) (OC)

Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner x Jade ‘Whiskey’ Kerner ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Grace ‘Spicy’ Bradshaw ( @mtnofgrace ) (OC)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Alana ‘Cinco’ Metcalf ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Word Count: 5K+

Summary:

🚨 Warnings: nothing just angst & fluff

A/N📋: dividers by @sligheach-sidhe , cover by me ( @callmemana ).

Thank you @mrsjaderogers for proof reading!

Bird and Lucky text back and forth for the next couple of weeks as Baylie tries to get her a spot on the squad for a few months.

As for housing, Baylie is being incredibly generous and letting Bird stay with her and her husband, Mickey.

Birdie has tried to convince Lucky that she’s okay with just using on-base housing, but she wouldn’t hear any of it.

She had to pack her old Chevy with everything she and Ozzy'll need for the next six months while in Miramar.

As the days get closer to when they leave, Bird has mixed emotions, should she be nervous, scared, excited?

She really doesn’t know.

Most likely, Bird will start feeling excited, but the closer to Miramar, the more nervous and scared she’ll get.

Which isn’t good for Ozzy.

Ozzy, the best dog a girl could ask for, really understands her emotions and feels them too.

He wants to comfort her, but its kind of hard when she doesn’t even know what she’s feeling.

The days leading to the drive were chaotic to say the least.

Bird had to rush to get things done before she left and honestly, didn’t give herself enough time.

She had to put all of her things that aren’t coming with her into a storage unit and that took pretty much all week, she had to get her mail forwarded to the new address, and a bunch of other adult things.

Driving was the worst part in her opinion, the long hours of just sitting and trying to keep herself awake, even with five coffees in her system.

Ozzy, the cutie, just slept the whole time, making her very jealous.

When Bird finally arrived in San Diego and pulled into the Garcia’s driveway, Ozzy’s head lifted from the backseat and he started to bark as soon as he saw a woman, who Bird suspects is Lucky.

She got out of the car, trying to meet her half way in the middle, Oz follows her out of the driver’s seat soon after and runs up to Lucky to greet her with puppy-kisses before Bird can even shake her hand.

Lucky bends down and excepts the kisses, giving him scratches along his ears and back.

“Oh look at the good boy! What’s your name buddy, huh?”

“Ozzy, come here bub. Sorry about him, we were trying to teach him manners before everything happened, and its just slow going without his favorite trainer.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. I love animals, dogs especially.”

Lucky smiles and wraps her into a tight hug, “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.”

Bird excepts the hug, “It’s so nice to meet you too, I can already tell we’re gonna be the best of friends! And thank you so much for letting us stay here, If you need any help around the house or anywhere, I’ll be more than happy to.”

“No, you're a guest, the only thing you're gonna do is relax. I can’t wait for the other girlies to meet you, I can just tell they’ll love you as much as I do.”

  “The other girlies? Where I’m from, its mostly dudes. I’m more than happy to meet some more strong, confident, female pilots.”

Lucky leads her into the house, “Oh yeah, there’s so many female pilots at this base. We have Cinco, we call her Cin, then there’s Mama Dragon AND Mama Whiskey, who will adopt you immediately.”

The pair stops at the front door to open it, then once inside and in the kitchen, she continues.

“Spicy, a bartender at our bar, who is the actual love of my life, but unfortunately married Chicken and is currently carrying his babies. Mouse, she’s quiet but she’s awesome. There's also Phoenix, Bob’s front-seater, and just like Halo, she’s also a badass pilot and doesn’t take shit from anyone.”

“Oh wow, that’s so many people. I’m not really good at remembering things. Also, did you say Chicken?”

Lucky laughs loud and hard, “Yeah. We have an aviator here named Rooster, but we call him Chicken to make him mad. Don’t worry about names, it’ll get easier when you meet them.”

“Ok, I’d hate to accidently get a name wrong, I’ll probably annoy you with how much I ask who is who.”

“You’ll learn quickly, the girls and I are known as the Chaos Squad on and off of base. So you’ll hear our names yelled a bunch.”

“That sounds so fun, does Bo get into any of the shenanigans that y’all do here?” questioned Bird.

“No, mostly the guys stay out of the chaos, but sometimes we do get them involved.”

“I have a question about your husband, I know that when we were texting you kept switching between ‘Mickey’ and ‘Miguel.’ which do I call him?”

“Oh, well we all just call him either one. So it doesn’t really matter.” replied Lucky.

The two women didn’t hear the car drive up the driveway, they were too busy talking and learning about eachother, but Ozzy did.

The front door opened and a male voice boomed out, “Cariño, I’m home!”

A couple of seconds later, the barking started and Ozzy greeted the new friend at the door.

“Oh hey buddy! Lucky did you get a dog?”

“Ozzy! Come here bubba! Come on, leave him alone,” soon Ozzy left Mickey and raced to his owner.

Mickey followed the pooch and met the girls in the kitchen, where he finally saw the surprise that his wife had been so secretive about.

“Hello, I’m Miguel. Most people call me either Mickey or Fanboy. It’s nice to meet you.”

Bird held out her hand and his engulfed it, “It’s nice to meet you too Mickey, I’m Amanda Hallett. I have a lot of nicknames, so, I’ll just tell you my callsign, Birdie.”

“That’s a beautiful callsign, who gave it to you?” asked Lucky.

“Um, actually Bo did. I am always singing or humming songs, and I hate being caged, so Robert called me Birdie.”

“Why do you call him ‘Bo’? I don’t think I’ve ever heard him be called that.” questioned Mickey.

“I didn’t want to give him the usual nick names that ‘Robert’ goes by, so I just shorted ‘Robert’ to ‘Bo’. But I also call him ‘Bam.’”

“Bam?” the couple smirked.

“OH, that’s a story! I don’t know if I should be telling y’all this, But when Bo was a toddler, he had super blond hair, mostly white and he always carried a hammer around with him.”

She sat down in a nearby chair before continuing, “ He’d go around the house and hit things, and it just reminded his family so much of Bam-Bam from the Flintstones, that he was nicknamed Bam-Bam.”

“Oh my god! I will one hundred percent be using that to bother him while the paperwork is being filed this week.”

“Oh please do, also if you could, could you please hum ‘Heads Caroline, Tails California’? It’s my favorite and he knows it, I wanna make him sweat before we see each other again.”

“Mickey, I love her. I can’t wait for her to meet the Chaos Squad.”

Mickey rolls his eyes at his wife, “I will need something stronger than beer to get me through this if you introduce her to the other girls. You don’t need anymore chaotic females in our group of friends.”

“I know that that’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it, but babe, you're wrong.”

Bird covered her snicker at Lucky’s reply.

“Do you need help unloading your truck Bird?” questioned Mickey, ignoring his wife.

Birdie nodded, “That would be amazing, thank you Mickey.”

“It’s no problem, I know how tiring it is to drive long hours.”

All three went outside and for the next couple of hours, emptied Bird’s belongings from the back of her truck.

By the time they were done, it was nighttime and Lucky had ordered pizza and wings for everyone.

Ozzy whined and used his adorableness to get human food from the new people.

“Ozzy Samson Hallett-Floyd! We don’t beg at the table, go lay down.”

Begruduly, Ozzy hangs his head and goes to the living room, laying on the floor by the couch while the others eat peacefully.

When dinner was over Bird fed Oz with his dog food and once he was done, they took their nighttime walk.

After the walk had ended, Bird showered and put on an old bootcamp shirt and some black spandex to go to sleep.

She was just getting comfy in the bed, when she realized that Ozzy wasn’t in her room.

Birdie quietly went around the house and called, “Ozzy, Oz, come ‘er boy!”

She was just in the hallway, starting to enter the living room.

Mickey heard her, propped himself on his elbows and replied, “Your dog is in our room snuggling with my wife.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Mickey! I’ll go get him.”

She turned to go when he stopped her, “It’s okay, Lucky’s been wanting a dog for a while, so this can get her off my case for a couple of weeks anyway.”

“But it’s your bed, you’ve been up for hours and you probably want to sleep in it more than sleep on the couch.”

Bird turned to move again, and Mickey could faintly see the letters on the back of the night shirt, ‘R. Floyd.’

Mickey shrugged, “Birdie, I’m fine on the couch, really. It’s no big deal to me where I sleep as long as I get a decent amount of hours.”

“If you’re really sure, then I’ll go to bed.”

“I’m more than sure Bird, go to bed. Goodnight.” smiled Mickey.

“Goodnight Mickey, thank you for letting me stay here with y’all. I appreciate it,” said Bird as she made her way back to the share bedroom in the Garcia house.

The next morning she slept in, then after her morning routine, took Ozzy on a morning walk.

Bird didn’t have to be on base for another couple of days and when she did, all she had to do was sign the papers to stay and join the squad for the upcoming months.

Since she had the time to relax, Bird took the day just walking around the town and spent a couple of hours on the beach with Ozzy playing fetch.

When Bird got home, well into the afternoon, She felt a little stressed about how reuniting with Bo will be, so she raided the Garcia’s pantry and got the ingredients for homemade brownies.

She didn’t pay attention to the clock, so it was a surprise to say the least when Mickey and Baylie arrived home.

Even with Ozzy’s barking.

“It smells delicious in here! What are you baking for Bird? We told you you didn’t have to do anything for us as a ‘Thank You’!” asked Lucky as she entered the kitchen.

“It’s homemade brownies. I should’ve probably told you before, but I’m a stress baker. I will pay you back for all of the ingredients I used up. I’m so sorry.”

Mickey waved her off, “It’s okay, Mi casa es tu casa.”

“I at least should’ve asked first-” she muttered under her breath, taking the dessert out of the oven and placing the pan on the stove top.

Lucky cuts her off, “Bird, seriously, its okay. We don’t mind sharing and its worth it ten times over if these brownies taste as good as they smell.”

“Well, we have to wait at least fifteen minutes for it to cool, but after you can have as many as y’all want.”

“I can just tell that us being friends will be the best thing ever, I mean, we have so much in common!”

Mickey knew where this was going and rolled his eyes, “Cariño.”

“We’re both from the Midwest, love dogs, chaotic as hell, you love to bake and I love eating! It’s a match made in heaven!”

Bird laughed, “I think our friendship will be very good too. I can tell that you love your friends with all of your heart and would do anything for them.”

As the trio waited for the brownies to cool, they started to watch a movie and talk about nothing and everything.

Ozzy began laying on her lap, but would look over at the couple and then give her puppy-dog eyes.

Bird whispered, “I know bub, I miss snuggling with him too. I think that Lucky would love for you to visit and snuggle with her.”

He took that as permission, and trotted over to the husband and wife, cuddling up close to Lucky, and laying his head on her lap.

Birdie sighed quietly and snuggled up in her borrowed blanket, mind wondering to Bo more than paying attention to the movie or conversation around her.

“Birdie…”

“Birb…”

“Bird…”

“Mana…”

“Amanda…”

She was too in her head, but was quickly snapped out of it when a pillow hit her in the side of the face.

“I’m sorry, what were y’all needin’?”

“Would you like a brownie?” asked Lucky, trying to get up with Ozzy still on her.

“Um, yeah. Thank you.”

“No problem! Miguel, go get us some brownies please.” she ordered her husband.

Mickey just rolled his eyes as he got up, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Lucky before going to the kitchen.

“I’ll get you back for that!”

Bird gave a sad smile at the couple’s shenanigans, being reminded of all that Bo and her got into themselves.

“Bo and I used to be like that, we had nerf gun wars after work to settle who would do what chores.”

“That sounds so fun! Who had the best shot?” asked Mickey as he reentered the room and handed out the treats.

“I did, but I think he let me win to see me happy. He was always doing things just to see me smile. Whether that be being an idiot by making up words for a song, or starting random dance parties.”

“I’d love to see a carefree and goofy Robert Floyd.” commented Mickey, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, he’s never really anything but shy. Maybe a little sassy every once in a while, but other than that…” added Lucky.

Bird looked at them as if they had two heads instead of just one, “He hasn’t been sassy with y’all? I swear that boy always had a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue along with an apology for me when I got in trouble.”

“Really? Then it's gonna be so much more fun for us when you reunite with Bob! I can’t wait for his reaction,”

“Maybe we should let them have privacy when they reunite, Bay.”

She rolled her eyes, “But I wanna knowwwwww…”

“I agree with Mickey, I’d like some privacy when we talk. Like I’ve said before, we didn’t exactly end it very well and I don’t know what his reaction will be to me being in San Diego, let alone on the squad for a couple of months.”

The couple nodded their understanding, “We get that, and will let you guys have the house if you want it.”

“No, it’s okay. We can go out and talk, it would probably be better if we did anyway. Thank you though.” Bird grabbed Lucky’s hand in a friendly way, showing her thanks.

Throughout the week, Bob was slowly getting more aggravated with the what he thinks are hints as to who the new member is.

Monday at lunch in the canteen as the squad was eating and talking bullshit, Lucky had her face stuck in her phone again, not paying one lick of attention to the talk.

“What are you doing there Lucky?” Bob questioned as he took a sip of coffee.

She glared at him, “Nunya fucking business.”

He holds up his hands defensively, “Wow, okay. It was just a question Luck.”

“Mi Corazón, why are you being rude to Bob?” asked Mickey.

“I’m in the middle of important business with a possible new squad member.” stated Lucky, aggravated at all of the questions thrown her way.

“New squad member?”

“Anyone we might know?”

“Which base are they coming from?”

“Are they any good?”

“Yes, a new member will be arriving soon, I don’t know if she’s any good, and I’m not telling, its a secret.”

Bob didn’t like the secrecy about the new member, especially if Lucky was the keeper of said secret.

She was known for being a little shit and would hold this information above their heads for as long as she could.

All day Bob’s gears had been moving, trying to figure out who this new member might be.

Usually Lucky would just tell them straight up who would be joinging and give them the basics about who they are as a pilot.

When Mouse joined the team, she told them pretty much everything she could so they would know her skill set and how to behave around her.

Bob had a hard time sleeping that night, mind too focused on putting the pieces together.

Which was beyond hard with the little she gave.

But what he didn’t know, was that he knew everything about her already and so much more than the others will ever know.

Tuesday, as they were getting ready for training, Lucky walked up to him and started a suspicious conversation.

“Hey, Bob do you like birds? I do, Snow Bunting, Indigo Bunting, Bald Eagles, House Sparrows, House Wren.”

Then She pretends to think a little more before she smiles and adds, “Oh and I can’t forget about Cardinals!”

“What made you think about birds Luck?”

“I woke up this morning and saw one outside my window today, pretty much all week too. Thought you would like to know, you know, as a bird lover.”

“I never said that I loved birds, I don’t think I’ve ever said anything about animals during the months we’ve been a team so far either.”

She shrugged, “You seemed like the type of person that liked birds, sorry for assuming.”

And then she just walked off, as if the conversation never happened at all.

The others were so confused as to why he had been in a sour again.

Every little thing pretty much set him off.

Maverick even had to take him aside and calm him down.

Wednesday was one of the worst days in his opinion.

He had been slowly getting more and more aggravated by the topics that Lucky had been using the last two days.

He didn’t want to be reminded of the terrible thing he did, and her bringing up these subjects, wasn’t helping him at all.

Wednesday, they were in the common room, bullshitting about their plans this weekend.

“Maybe I should take an early lunch and check on the pupper, whatcha think Mickey?”

“I think that the dog is fine, and you should eat during your lunch break and not go see the dog, because we both know you won’t be coming back afterwards.”

“Did y’all finally get that dog you wanted? Asked Rooster.

“No, we’re dogsitting for a friend while she’s out of town, I have pictures if y’all wanna see the pupper.”

The whole squad said ‘yes’ and we all crowded around her and her phone.

As soon as he saw that first picture, the color drained from his usually tan face.

That looked exactly like Ozzy and he could practically feel his heart break further and further the more pictures he saw.

But it couldn’t be, because Lucky nor Fanboy had ever met her before.

They couldn’t know about her, he kept her close to his heart and would never share her with the squad.

“He is so adorable and I love him so much. He’s been cuddling in the bed with me at night.”

“Wha… What… What’s his name?” he questioned, voice slightly wavering.

“Oh, it’s Hendrix. The friend is a huge Jimmie Hendrix fan.” she shrugged.

Bob was in his head the rest of the day, thinking about her.

‘Maybe I should contact her?’

But he didn’t, no what he did when he got home was grab the Jack Daniels and photos from his closet.

The next day, he was a little hungover and he could tell that the other’s saw that something big was bothering him.

They just didn’t know how to help him get out of this funk.

Thursday, was no better than the day before.

Bob seriously thought that he was either going crazy or that his conscience was playing tricks on his mind and he was associating everything with Bird now.

He was minding his own business walking down the hall when he passed by Lucky and stopped immediately.

She couldn’t be humming that song, he didn’t even think that Baylie knew it.

Sure, it’s a popular 90’s country song, but Luck hasn’t once mentioned that she liked that genre.

Yes, she’s midwestern, but after a while you forget the songs you grew up with and then you hear it once and it's stuck.

“Fuck…” Bob groaned, grabbing the attention of everyone on the squad.

“Baby On Board, did you just… curse?” asked Hangman.

The accused man just glared at him, “I’m an adult Hangman, I can curse whenever I want. Just because I usually don’t in front of y’all doesn’t mean that I can’t.”

“We never said that you couldn’t man,” commented Rooster.

All of the other aviators where more than surprised by his aggravated mood, except for Lucky and Mickey who couldn’t stop smirking at him.

“Why mad all of the sudden?”

“Yeah man, did you forget something?”

“We just wanna understand why your mad.”

“None of your business,” and with that, he walked off.

The squad looked around at each other, all wanting to know why, only to see Fanboy and Lucky’s smirks.

“What did you guy do to Baby On Board to get him in this sour mood?” questioned Phoenix.

“Nothing as far as I know, I was just humming a song.” she shrugged.

“What song?” asked Coyote, brows furrowed in thought.

“Just ‘Heads Carolina, Tails California,’ I haven’t heard it in years and now I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Maybe it reminds him of someone?” asked Payback, arms folded over his chest, looking around the squad.

“Maybe, but who?” voiced Rooster.

“We might never know, he isn’t exactly forthcoming of his life before moving here.” shrugged Mickey.

“He did get angry earlier this week when Lucky mentioned something about birds.”

“Why the hell would birds have put him in a bad mood?”

“Maybe he was attacked by one when he was younger and just hates them now?”

“Nah, because that doesn’t explain the song.”

“Unless it was an ex that loved birds and that song?” questioned Phoenix.

“So, what I’m hearing is that Baby On Board could have an ex. I didn’t think he could get a girl, so I’m just surprised that he has one.” voiced Hangman, but winced quickly afterwards.

“Don’t be rude! Not all men are players and assholes, Bagman.” she said as she smacked Hangman on the arm.

“Well geez Phoenix, we don’t really know the guy! He could be a player too!”

“I highly doubt that,” commented Payback.

“Yeah, have you met the man, he’s the sweetest!”

“Can you really say that if we don’t know anything about him?” stated Coyote.

“He’s never says anything about his life in Lemoore!” added Hangman.

“He’s a private person, we all have the right to keep some things to ourselves you know.”

“I know. But if it's bothering him this much, and taking his mind somewhere else while we’re training, I think we should get to know about it!”

“Leave it be, he’ll let us know when he’s ready.”

And on the fifth day, she finally rested.

Lucky had called in sick, if she really was, no one but her husband knew for sure.

Bob couldn’t be more happy that the antagonizing wouldn’t be happening today with Lucky gone.

He needed a day off from her and her hints.

But Bob did forget about the other part of the Garcia’s.

As the day started, he thought that Fanboy would be hinting every second he got, only to remember that Mickey isn’t like that.

The only thing that Fanboy did do, was smirk everytime he looked over at him.

Bob couldn't wait for the day to end and go home or maybe go to the beach to watch the waves.

When the work day was over, the guys grabbed and pushed him into the back of Rooster’s Bronco, and drove to the Hard Deck.

Once they arrived, they let him out and lead him into the bar.

“What are we drinking tonight Floyd, Jack’s or water?” questioned Rooster.

“I can order for myself, y’all just go to the back. I’ll be there soon.”

“Ok, but we’ll be keepin’ an eye on you,” added Mickey.

The other men went to join the others as they were at the pool tables, like usual.

“Hey Penny, can I get a water and peanuts?”

“Sure Bob,” she turned around and gathered his drink and snack.

“Could you do me a favor and put this on Hangman’s tab?”

Penny smirked, “Sure thing, out celebrating or he pissing you off?”

“Both, everyone is lately.” groaned Bob.

“I’m sorry to hear that, here you go.” she handed over his order and pats the bar.

He made his way to the back and sat in his chair, taking a sip of his water.

“Wanna play eight ball,” offered Rooster, holding a pool stick out for him to take.

Bob shook his head, “No thanks, I’m goin’ to finish these and then go on a walk.”

Rooster shrugged and asked someone else to play.

As soon as he was done, Bob wipes off the crumbs and sets the empty cups on the nearby table, and exits throught the back door.

When he was far enough away, Bob stopped in his spot and sat down.

Bob was just enjoying the view when he was pushed over in the sand and his glasses fling off his face.

“Ozzy! Oz, leave him alone! I’m so sorry sir, We were just playing fetch-”

That voice brought back everything he didn’t want to remember.

“Amanda?”

“Robert?”

“Wh…wha…what are you doing in San Diego?” he stuttered, Ozzy kissing his face.

“Um, your friend invited me. She said that you weren’t doing too good after the mission.”

Bob groaned, “That makes so much more sense why this week was Hell.”

Ozzy calmed down as soon as Robert started to pet and talk to him.

“They were giving you a lot of trouble?” she questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I thought I was goin’ crazy with all of the hints Baylie was dropping.”

“That might’ve been partially my fault, I did tell her to hum my favorite song one day.”

“No, I couldn’t blame you for anything. Bay just likes to stir shit until it boils over.”

“Still, I’m sorry.”

“You never answered why your here.” he commented.

“Bay said that you weren’t doing so good and was worried about you. She said that it might help if I came down and cheered you up.”

Bob laughed, “Of course she did. I’m fine, you can go back to Lemoore now.”

“Actually I can’t, I signed a contract and I’m stationed here for the next six months,” Bird drew back as she waited for his reaction.

He just laughed again, this time more sarcastically, “That’s just fucking perferct ain’t it! I went away and now you follow me here? I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I don’t care about you anymore Amanda. I left because of you and I thought you’d be smart enough to stay away. I guess not.”

“If this is how you’re gonna treat me while I’m here, then maybe I should just tell Cyclone that I change my mind.” she declared, tearing streaming down her face.

“Fine by me, I could care less about what you do.” he got up, dusted the sand off of himself, and stomped back to the bar.

Robert let the tears slide down his cheeks as he walked, he wouldn’t show her how much he missed her.

Not after the way he left things in Lemoore.

Once back at the Hard Deck, Bob grabbed Lucky and Mickey by the arms and dragged them to the parking lot.

The others saw that his face was flushed red with anger.

“I just saw someone that I haven’t seen for a while and I don’t want to see! You have no business interfering with my life, you should’ve kept it to yourselves.”

“You seemed really depressed Robert and I won’t appolize for being worried about my friend!”

“You haven’t been the same since we got home from the Uranium Mission, we were just trying to help!”

“I don’t need your help! If I did, I’d ask for it! And last time I checked, I never did!”

“How bout we all calm down and then have this conversation. It’s not a good idea to talk while angry.”

“No Mickey, he wants to talk here. Why so mad about her being here? What happened between you to that was so bad that your acting this way?!”

“I broke her heart, there. You happy? I got the orders to come back and I couldn’t leave her in Lemoore, so I did the one thing I thought would get her to stay away.”

“Why are you so stupid?”

“If you still love her, tell her! She’d say yes in a heartbeat.” stated Mickey.

“I…can’t not after all that I said to her. I was a total jackass towards her the last day in Flordia. I can’t even forgive myself, so how can I ask her too.” he muttered, head down and hands in hair.

“We can help get your girl back, just like y’all did for me when I almost lost Baylie.”

“But, to do so, we need to know what happened. All of the details.” added Lucky, nodding to her husband’s words.

“Robert, I saw the way you looked at that picture of you two on the tarmac.” Mickey grabs him by the shoulders, comfortingly.

“That’s true love, and I know that if you really love someone, its easy to forgive them for their mistakes.”

“Maybe she will.”

“Just have hope,” offered Lucky as she brought him into a hug.

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