#maybe we can hyphenate
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I’m with you on your Joel and Maria would be best friends agenda. Once she realises he’s changed like Tommy did and genuinely cares about Ellie, and once he gets over his distrust of this random woman whose now his sister-in-law, they’d totally be best buds.
Just imagine them teaming up to tease Tommy about whatever, and he tells her all the embarrassing stories Tommy has kept quiet. They’d talk about their new children, and how they still feel the ghosts of their firstborns. She feels completely safe leaving the baby with him because he’s so gentle with it and she knows he’ll never let anything happen to the baby. They’d end up trusting each other so much they’d go on patrols together. They’d team up on family board game night and practically leave Ellie and Tommy in tears because they’re far too good at Cluedo. And they’d save each others sanity with a nice relaxing coffee when the other is a little stressed dealing with a newborn and extroverted husband or a hyper teenage girl.
Best friends agenda, count me in
LOVE U FOR THIS NONNIE 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 JOELMARIA BEST FRIEND AGENDA CAN BE SOMETHING SO PERSONAL 🤧🤌🏾🫶🏾
some more mariajoel bestie brainrot for u bc u deserve it, i deserve it, we all deserve it:
• joel and maria ripping tommy a new one after he does some foolish carpenter shit (which they BOTH told him not to do, tommy. how many times did they tell him not to do xyz?) and gets hurt. they don’t particularly like each other, at this point, but they cant help but team up at tommy’s bedside because they both berate and baby him the EXACT same way. for weeks they work together to take care of ellie while they nurse tommy’s whatever-is-injured back to health, bonding and worrying and parenting together. by the time he’s recovered, his wife and his brother are the best of friends
• joel and maria both being the Biggest Introverts in Jackson but also somehow the most appreciated and loved by everyone. they start going off on patrols together just to get away from people and not have to fucking talk for a while, and also sometimes to blow off some necessary steam (i think this goes beautifully with @clickergossip’s idea that joel takes maria out to do things like cut down trees and shoot game so she can get some of her pain and rage out)
• joel helps maria retwist her hair every few months (thank you, @liveandletcry23), and when baby miller is born they have retwisting days in which they form an ADORABLE hair-maintenance train: joel doing maria’ hair, while maria is doing baby miller’s. ellie hops in sometimes in various spots after she learns to retwist locs too.
(tommy has been long banished from the hair maintenance train. he pulls.)
• sometimes joel enlists tommy and ellie’s help give maria her own miller-hosted spa days. these are some of her favorite times of the year, full of foot rubs from tommy and board game tournaments with ellie and tall glasses of their good whiskey, which she always shares gratefully with joel
• speaking of board games, maria and joel would ABSOLUTELY crush tommy in any and everything, as you mentioned here. the idea of them just completely annihilating tommy and ellie in a board game marathon until they both rage quit is SENDING ME. ellie flipping over the board for whatever they’re playing and storming out, cursing up a storm, while tommy just sits there pouting like “im not gonna repeat what she’s sayin but she’s right”
• tommy and ellie get so fed up at some point that they flat out ban maria and joel from playing shit with them. maria is only allowed temporary acceptance back in while she’s pregnant, because she loves games and the millers have a Pact to make pregnant maria happy. they will all do whatever they can to make sure she has the easiest, safest, and most fun pregnancy possible, and that includes letting her crush them at whatever game she likes
• kevin’s first birthday following the birth of baby miller is weighing especially heavy on her, and all the millers can tell. tommy and ellie decide to have baby time for the day while joel takes maria out to the lake, just so she can spend some time to breathe and think and grieve. when she starts to look a little less suffocated, he asks her if she’s ever built a cairn. she hasn’t, so he explains what it is while remembering the time he made one for tess. they make new ones by the lake together, her’s for kevin and his for sarah. they walk back to jackson together, hand in hand, with maria feeling lighter than she has in years
• they’re usually greeted back from their best friend time with tommy, ellie, and baby miller trying to hide some sort of evidence of whatever minor crime they’ve undoubtedly committed in the absence of reason. anytime they ask what they’ve been up to, ellie and tommy respond with uncannily similar versions of “nothing!!!!! everything’s fine!!!” until eventually baby miller gets old enough to snitch, which they always do
• baby miller is maria and tommy’s lil baby, but they are joel’s precious little meow meow that has never done and will never do anything wrong in their adorable little life. for their first few years, their feet rarely ever touch the ground because tío joel is always ALWAYS down to carry them anywhere and for however long. maria struggles being close to the baby at first, and it’s clear in the way she almost entirely lets them be held by tommy and joel unless she has to breastfeed. the miller boys notice, of course, and tommy suggests her and joel have some time at the lake. her and joel have a long and important talk about how it feels to love another child after losing your first. hearing joel talk about loving ellie and loving sarah starts to soothe something in her she didnt know needed soothing. she doesn’t hold back in loving baby miller after that, and joel reminds her at least once every few months what an amazing mother she is, to the both of her kids
• for their birthdays one random year, maria gifts all of the millers with their own horse. in response, they surprise her with a christmas puppy
#the last one is random but nevertheless very necessary to me#tysm for this anon i rlly appreciate u!!!#this made me very happy and gave me lots of juice for the jackson barbershop idea too#mwah 🫂🫂🫂🫂#maria miller#joel miller#joel and maria best friend agenda#the last of us#tlou#tlou hbo#tlou hcs#tlou headcanons#tommy miller#tommy x maria#ellie williams#ellie miller#shes ellie miller over here tbh#no disrespect we love anna#maybe we can hyphenate#the millers#drabble#asks#THIS IS MY FIRST ASK TOO OMG#OR AT LEAST THE FIRST IM RESPONDING TO#THANK U THANK U THANK U
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2.04 - Fun and Games 🔥
#our flag means death#ofmd spoilers#ofmd#anne bonny#mary read#mine: ofmd#mine#I LOVE THEM I NEED THEM#(i'm also really sad their antique house in the swamp burned down because i'm obsessed with it#[sidenote: ed and stede should've taken it over and turned it into a thriving success multi-hyphenate hospitality biz]#but at least now maybe we can see them on the high seas!!!)
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going to a family reunion and thinking about matriarchal descent and the injustice of inheriting the last names of men. this is the family reunion of my grandmothers’ siblings, basically all the descendants of her parents since we’re not sure if any of her cousins will be coming. my grandmother’s father was an abusive alcoholic who tortured her mother to an early grave, after which she and all of her siblings were taken in and raised alone by her grandma. an entire family raised by this strong, incredible woman, and they reunite under the name of that man. they should all take her name (and i’m going to be a problem and tell this to anyone who will listen at the party lmao)
#i’m planning on taking her maiden name for a stage name some day#not sure ill change it legally#maybe if i ever get married ill change my name since i think u can change ur name to whatever u want when u get married?#and if my future wife also has the name of an abusive or shitty dad maybe she’ll want to change it too#or heck track her own matrilineage as far back as she can#we can hyphenate#i really believe more women should take on new chosen last names and consider taking the maiden name of a strong woman in their family#history if they have any knowledge or access to that history#sure patriarchal naming practices have cut us off from this way of tracking our matrilineage but we can still learn as much as we can#it was really valuable to ask my grandmother about her grandmother and hear her stories
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tying the knot • cl16 part 3 ੈ✩‧₊˚
ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader
ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au
ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || baby fever is a disease and it’s contagious!
alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?
ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬 again lol
ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || so initially thought this would be the last one but alas it is not… so one or two more party’s left! also charles on POLEEEEE LFG
NOT PROOF READ YET!
part 1 part 2
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yourusername honeymooninggg
francisca.cgomes missing u babyyyy
⤷ yourusername i miss uuuuu kika bby 💕
username8 y/n and her mystery husband are sooo cute
username91 god i have seen what u have done for others
landonorris y/n jpg coming????
⤷ yourusername u wishhhh
arthur_leclerc have fun love birds 🐦🕊️😘😅
carla.brocker so stunning y/n/n 🤍
charles_leclerc safety hazard in the first pic mon beux
username16 charles and y/n honeymooning b4 the break is over, they’re so cute 🥹
⤷ username55 y/n charles shippers still exist?
lilymhe COME BACK NOW
⤷ yourusername soon!
⤷ alex_albon really. how soon is soon?🙄
⤷ yourusername blah blah haterrrrrr
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yourusername past couple months
username91 oh to be y/n gasly 🫠
⤷ username18 not gasly anymore!
⤷ username91 omg that’s right but we don’t know what her husbands last name is!!!
⤷ username52 maybe she didn’t change it? or got it hyphenated?
⤷ username16 y/n leclerc. sounds pretty good to me.
username9 always a ferrari gal ❤️
francisca.cgomes hotttt
isahernaez linda 😍
username9 even tho i’d love to know who he is, i still love the cute pics y/n posts of her and her husband
⤷ username82 they’re kinda like instead of private but not secret, they’re secret but not private LOL
username63 they’ve sucked her into there padel mania oh no
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yourusername cute stuff
tagged carla.brocker, charlotte2304, lilymhe, alex_albon, charles_leclerc, francisca.cgomes
username16 the charles shirt 😭
username73 more charles x y/n content. we are winningggg.
username72 ahhh i love all her friendships especially w alex and lily
maxverstappen1 nice shirt 👍
username23 love that y/n is always some how w alex and lily
⤷ alex_albon she doesn’t leave us alone
⤷ yourusername you love meeee
charlotte2304 mi manchi, bella ragazza
⤷ yourusername i miss uuuu
alex_albon ur welcome for the shirt y/n/n ✌️
⤷ charles_leclerc 🤨
⤷ alex_albon it wasn’t all me!!!
⤷ charles_leclerc don’t worry alex, ik lily was the mastermind 😒
⤷ lilymhe what’s it to u???! it’s funnyyyy
charles_leclerc never letting u take the wheel again
⤷ yourusername boooo whatevaaaa
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mlnmarta un début octobre sur la côte d'azur ur
translation: an early october on the french riviera
tagged riccardobenetta, charles_leclerc
yourusername mon coeur explose 🥹❤️🔥
yourusername baby c 😭
yourusername je vous aims tellement ❤️❤️
⤷ mlnmarta nous aussi ❤️
username16 y/n freaking out is so realllll
joris__trouche boubouuuu 🥹
charlottesiine bébé chiara 😍💕
username11 omfg charles w a baby. i’m on the floor.
charles_leclerc 🤍
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yourusername ma petite fille 🩷
tagged yourfriend1
username17 y/n w kids 🥰
yourfriend1 give her back!
⤷ yourusername never!
francisca.cgomes so cuteeee 💘
landonorris don’t drop her 😳
⤷ yourusername how could u even suggest it?!
leclerc_pascale tu es le prochain 😉🥰
⤷ yourusername maman! 😅
⤷ lorenzotl 😂
⤷ arthur_leclerc better get to work 😉🤣
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yourusername auntie duties 💐
tagged yourfriend1, yourfriend2
username27 she’s so pretty
username74 baby fever arising
yourfriend2 u can take them for longer!
⤷ yourusername i just abt might take them forever 🥹🥹
⤷ yourfriend2 oh that’s not-
francisca.cgomes perfeita 😍
yourfriend1 coolest aunt out!
landonorris they trust u w their kids?!?
⤷ yourusername ur parents trust me w u?
⤷ alex_albon owned.
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charles_leclerc pourquoi tous nos amis ont des bébés?
translation: why do all our friends have babies?
tagged mlnmarta, riccardoberetta, yourfriend1, yourusername
username18 lmfao y/n and charles rlly are just surrounded by a bunch of babies and toddlers
username15 i’m actually dead at the amount of charles and y/n x babies content we’ve been getting
username54 charles acting like we don’t know he has the biggest baby fever ever… i mean look at talk the reels he likes
⤷ username7 same as y/n like that baby fever has KICKED IN
riccardoberetta ❤️
yourusername 🥹
username82 does no one else find all these baby posts from y/n and charles a bit… suspicious
⤷ username72 no? u guys need to get over this agenda, like they’re just childhood friends
pierregasly surprised u know how to hold one mate
⤷ charles_leclerc cant say the same for u
landonorris y/n looks like she’s going to eat the poor thing
⤷ charles_leclerc i think she wanted to 😅
⤷ yourusername U DIDNT SEE HIS LITTLE CHEEKS 🥹
mlnmarta 😍
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yourusername j'en veux un
translation: i want one
tagged yourfriend2, mlnmarta
yourfriend2 😳 ummmm please return my baby b4 u say these things…
⤷ yourfriend1 don’t trust her.
⤷ yourusername whatever do u mean… ☺️☺️
username9 ik we were all joking abt y/n having baby fever but i fr think she does
username88 girly just got married and she already wants a baby LMFAO
⤷ username72 i mean i would to if charles leclerc was my husband
⤷ username2 average delulu charles y/n stan
username82 that pic of charles and baby c moved and changed y/n and that is so relatable of her
⤷ username26 literally SAME
landonorris have u seen ur laundry room?
⤷ yourusername shut up. you’re literally a child.
pierregasly oh? 😀
lilymhe MILF MILF MILF MILF MILF
⤷ yourusername LET’S BE MILFS TOGETHER
⤷ lilymhe OMFG YES
⤷ alex_albon oh! 😃🤨
username18 don’t mind her. she’s going through a phase 😬
danielricciardo i knew there was a reason u begged to come back to the farm w me! u wanted to steal my nephews and nieces 🫨
⤷ yourusername they’re just so cutieful 🥹🥹
username17 wild y/n on the loose! hide ur kids!!!
joris__trouche u guys are too much 🤣🤣
⤷ username91 what does he mean ‘you guys’… when i tell u everything is piling onto my charles y/n agenda 😗
mlnmarta si mignon, baby c tu manques 🌸🌸
⤷ yourusername I MISS HER 🥹😘❤️
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charlotte2304 what a weekend 🏎️❤️
tagged carla.brocker, francisca.cgomes
carla.brocker 🩷🩷
username17 where’s y/n lol
francisca.cgomes 💕
lorenzotl ma belle
username72 leclerc wagsss so pretty
username01 where’s y/n?!
username18 y/n has NEVER missed monza. where is she?!
username89 leclerc wags w/o y/n 🥺
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francisca.cgomes 🇮🇹
username9 the prettiest gal in the paddock
username14 her fits 😍😍
username16 miss y/n and kika in the paddock together
⤷ username81 please it’s one race 🙄
pierregasly 🤍
charlotte2304 😍
carla.brocker 💘
username17 i needddd her dress
luisinhaoliveira99 so pretty 💘🌸
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lilymhe p7 for my mansssss 🍝
tagged alex_albon
username23 his good luck charm!!!
username41 she looks so bored w/o y/n
username18 lily where’s y/n?!!!
⤷ username16 fr where is she?! she never misses monza!
alex_albon 🐐🐐
williamsracing monza minister of defenseeeee 📣📣
2 years later // 2025
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francisca.cgomes famfun&friends
username53 sweetest couple
username18 missing y/n and kika hoursss
username21 it’s been two years. where is y/n hiding!!!
username14 every time kika or pierre or lily or like anyone posts i cross my fingers that y/n is in a pic and i’m always disappointed
pierregasly ma belle 😘
lando.jpg pic creds??
⤷ francisca.cgomes desculpe lan
⤷ username17 if u had told me 2-3 years ago that lando and kika were mates i would’ve been shocked
⤷ username4 it’s all thanks to y/n… she brought together all those random pairings bc they were all friends w her… and now she’s no where to be found 🫠
charles_leclerc stop taking my man 🤬
⤷ francisca.cgomes then give me back my girl!!!
⤷ username16 GIRL?!? 😳
⤷ username68 charles has a gf?!
⤷ username45 OMFG
⤷ username63 it’s y/n guys… like trust meeeee
⤷ username78 pack it up granny
⤷ charles_leclerc no girlfriend
⤷ username16 OH?! officially confused.
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lilymhe recent 🌃
tagged francisca.cgomes, alex_albon, carmenmmundt, heidiberger_, charles_leclerc
username1 i’m actually so emo bc where tf is y/n
username82 lily hanging out w charles has rlly reminded me how much i miss y/n. like what happened? where did she go!!
username17 all the best wagssss
alex_albon ✌️
heidiberger_ ilyyyyy
⤷ lilymhe mwahhhh
username76 all of them hanging out without y/n feels sooo wrong
⤷ username73 it’s been TWO years bro like get over it
⤷ username14 how do u know that she’s not there? they might just not post photos of her bc she wants privacy lol
⤷ username54 WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING!! like everyone has been throwing a hissy for the past two years abt y/n and where she is but like are we forgetting that kika is her sister-in-law and pierre is her literal brother also she grew up w the leclercs and lily has been her best friend for like over five years - i guarantee she just doesn’t have a presence on social media but is surely still in their lives
charles_leclerc traitor! i look like an idiot
⤷ lilymhe well i mean…
⤷ charles_leclerc wounded
francisca.cgomes miss u ml x
carmenmmundt 🤍
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charles_leclerc no words. ❤️
tagged f1, scuderiaferrari
username18 “for the first time ever, charles leclerc is champion of the world!” was music to my earssss
username61 LFGGGGGG
username92 ⭐️boyyyyy
username16 il predestinato fulfils the prophecy
scuderiaferrari il formidable, il predestinato ❤️❤️
carlossainz55 deserved hermano. felicidades!
pierregasly félicitations mon frère 🫶
lorenzotl waouh charles ❤️🤍
landonorris congrats mate 😘
francisca.cgomes congratulations charles!!! 🫶💘
joris__trouche bravo mon beaux 😉😘
yourusername jamais été aussi fier de réaliser vos rêves! champion du monde ❤️ toujours à vos côtés 🤍
translation: never been prouder, fulfilling your dreams! champion of the world. forever by your side
⤷ charles_leclerc pour toujours
username71 UMMMM Y/N???!!
username8 after years of radio silence the first sign of y/n is her congratulating charles on his wdc 😭😭 they are soulmates, u cna not make this shit up
alex_albon 🔝 job charlie
lilymhe 👏👏
arthur_leclerc bon travail frère ❤️🤍
leclerc_pascale mon bébé 🥰
georgerussell63 let’s gooo 👍👏
lewishamilton 💜
username16 the way y/n’s comment is the only one charles replied too 👀
taglist: @chalecbooks @lxclerc @1655clean @dl-yum @honey6578 @lillianacristina @xcinnamongirl @glitterf1 @christianpulisic10
#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x female reader#cl16 x reader#cl16 imagine#cl16 x you#alex albon#george russell#lando norris#daniel ricciardo#lily muni he#formula 1#f1 x reader#pierre gasly#kika gomes
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Thinking about Steve getting disowned by his parents.
And he's talking to Eddie and Eddie calls him "Steve fucking Harrington." And Steve's like. "I'm not a Harrington anymore :( They took everything from me including my name." And he was like. Understandably sad about his name and his identity and the fact that his parents don't love him and all that.
And Eddie. In an attempt to cheer him is all flirty and offers his own name up for Steve to use. Steve sad laughs and says that if Eddie wants to propose he needs to do better than that.
While they're having this conversation Dustin is lurking and hears this and is outraged that Eddie thinks he can just. Give Steve his name without earning it. Steve should be a Henderson. He's basically Dustin's brother already.
Dustin complains about this to Will in front of Joyce and Joyce is like. Not if i can adopt him first.
Will mentions it to Lucas and Erica is like. Bitch he should be honored to be a Sinclair! And she tells her friends about it in front of Robin who's like. Excuse me. We are twins. He needs to be a Buckley.
Meanwhile Lucas mentioned it to Max and she's always down to compete with Dustin and also. Steve is her brother too asshat.
She complains to El about it. Hopper overhears and is like. Steve is disowned? Where's he living? I already adopted one kid in the past few years what's another.
Over the course of the next week everyone has decided that Steve is their family and he should live with them and/or take their last name.
They're all getting together just because they're all a bit codependent and need to get all together every few weeks or else they all start worrying.
Steve and Eddie are running late for whatever reason. (overslept. Steve's trying to do his hair. Steve found Eddie's 5-in-1 doesn't really matter except Steve and Eddie are together and Steve's been staying at Eddie and Wayne's new government issued house.)
By the time they arrive everyone is bickering, varying from Hopper quietly saying that Joyce already has two kids wouldn't it be better for Steve to have a parent who can give him more attention, to Max and Robin having a silent standoff to Erica and Dustin fully wrestling on the ground biting and scratching.
And Steve's like. "HEY! What the fuck is going on?"
And no one wants to admit how wild they've all gone in fighting to adopt Steve. So there's this awkward beat of silence before Dustin and Robin both break down and yell at Steve that he's their family and he should take their respective last name.
Steve is so overwhelmed he starts crying. And almost none of them have seen him cry. Like. Nancy and Robin. Maybe. And only when he's been pushed to his limit.
So everyone's like. Did we break him? Did we offend him? Did we accidentally remind him of his pain?
And he's just. Never felt this loved before.
Maybe he chooses one. Maybe he chooses all of them into a really long string of names. Maybe they develop some kind of elaborate competition to decide who earns Steve as family. Maybe there's some kind of rotation in place. Tbh I'd love to hear other people's ideas.
But I do know that the day it becomes legal, Steve's last name and Eddie's last name become the same. Maybe it's a hyphen. Maybe Eddie charges his name to Buckley-Byers-Henderson-Hopper-Mayfield-Sinclair-Wheeler (alphabetical was decided to be the most fair).
And no matter what Steve is so so loved and everyone makes sure he knows it.
#stranger things#steve harrington#steve and robin are platonic soulmates#Steddie#dustin henderson#eddie munson
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Why does this have "- Freeform" at the end? and other questions about AO3 tag suffixes
Have you ever tagged something only for it to get a suffix like Character, Relationship or Freeform stuck on the end when you hit save? Do you think it's ugly and want it to go away, but don't know how? You probably can't, unfortunately, but there are a few situations where you can.
A tag suffix is a hyphen followed by the name of a tag category. Tags are either Fandom, Character, Relationship or Freeform tags. The reason that a suffix gets put on a tag is that the wrangulator (the part of AO3's backend that deals with tags) can't have tags with the same name, even if they're in different categories. As a solution, it puts the category at the end of tags that have first been tagged in some other category. For example: let's say that someone tags Evil Mark Donk in the characters field because that's where they want it to appear on their work (which is a perfectly valid choice to make!). Then someone else comes along and tries to tag Evil Mark Donk in the additional tags/freeforms field. (That field is shown as "additional tags" on the posting form, but the wrangulator and tag wranglers call it the "freeforms" because that's what it was originally called.) When the second person hits save, it will appear as Evil Mark Donk - Freeform on their fic. This will also happen if someone tags Evil Mark Donk in the relationships field, but there it would appear as Evil Mark Donk - Relationship. It's ugly and it's annoying, but the wrangulator is trying its best.
So how do you get rid of it? Sometimes it turns up because you've accidentally put your tags in the wrong field. Maybe you wrote a fic where you tagged Evil Mark Donk in the additional tags field, and no one else had tagged for it before you, which means it doesn't have a suffix and everything's right! But then you write a second fic, forgot to select the "additional tags" field when posting and now suddenly you've got Evil Mark Donk - Character on your fic. If that's the case, all you have to do is move it. But what if the first person to tag it wasn't you, and they put it in the character field, so you're stuck with Evil Mark Donk - Freeform? You can choose a different phrasing for the tag that wasn't initially tagged in a different field, e.g. Evil!Mark Donk or Mark Donk is Evil.
You may also have the problem that on the first use of a particular tag, you accidentally put it in a field you don't want it to be in, and now even when you put it in the right one, it still comes up as Evil Mark Donk - Freeform! The wrangulator has betrayed you, and you will be stuck with the ugly suffix forever! Not so, my friend. The problem is that even though you deleted the character tag Evil Mark Donk, it's still floating around in the wrangulator, which hasn't noticed that you deleted it. What you have to do is wait for 24 hours (give it a few for leeway) and a part of the wrangulator called "the rake" will delete it. After it's been raked, you can go forth and post it in the additional tags field, and no suffix will appear!
Unfortunately, most of the time it's going to be that someone else tagged it in a category you don't want to tag it first, and you can't change it without changing the phrasing of your tag. Sorry!
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For more information about tags, I've written some other explanations about how tags work, such as how to tell what type of tag something is and tag capitalisation.
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useless, part three
Part three (and the finale!) of my submission to @glitterypirateduck's O, Captain! Challenge. As a reminder, I rolled a d100 to select three prompts. I finally used my third prompt.
42. The story spans over a period of 10 or more years
14. Opposites attract
66. Price or Reader is auctioned off for a date as part of a fundraiser
cw: one pregnancy mention (Reader does not get pregnant, has never been pregnant)
Read Part One, Part Two. Tag list: @v1x3n @kiranezra
~4.2k words, Price x f!Reader. This is the most self-indulgent shit I've written in awhile. Please enjoy.
It's past midnight when you limp through the front door of your flat, dropping belongings and articles of clothing alike, shedding both the weight of personhood and your eighteen-hour day. You set your keys down on the end of the counter, ignoring the thin folder for the umpteenth time. James will undoubtedly text about it in the morning, his patronizing messages more reliable than any alarm clock. A half-hour commute home, and you didn't even glance at your phone in fear of accidentally seeing another email from his lawyer. Solicitor. Whatever.
Hamhock slinks out from his lair beneath the bed, weaving between your ankles when you drag yourself into the bathroom.
"Hello Hammy," You whisper, eyeing the newer crop of gray hairs near your roots with a weary neutrality. Definitely the fundraiser's fault. Your hair started to change long before this year's planning began, but this is the longest period you've gone without dyeing it. One thing to thank James for. Not only did his departure give you a crystal clear focus, it freed you from his ridiculous expectations. He'd've commented the moment he spotted the wisps of silver, then casually worked something like anti-aging cream into the conversation.
The prick poisoned the well, and now the only man in the world for you currently lies at your feet. How it should've been from the start, really.
After checking the orange menace's automatic feeder, you slip into bed, allow him to assume his nocturnal throne—your armpit—and plug your phone in one-handed. Your eyes glaze over at the sight of notifications, thumb swiping by muscle memory, and set an alarm. With two weeks left until the big day and more than a hundred unsold tickets, you need every moment you can get. You sigh, counting the tasks of the day ahead instead of sheep.
You'll sign the divorce papers tomorrow.
~~
Naomi practically forces the granola bar into your hands. The assistant stage manager and the props lead—the younger woman is the glue to your glue. A newer fixture at the Bramble Theatre, she was you to an extent, maybe a decade ago: fresh-faced, eager, and optimistic.
"I didn't like how you were looking at the wax fruit."
"We should swap the oranges for plums. Or pears."
"We've been through this. The oranges fit the palette, from the paintings to Dotty's–oh, quit pulling my leg."
You grin, then jut your chin at the stack of slips in her hand. "Are those the waivers? Did all the volunteers sign?"
"Yes, I can post headshots today on socials, so that should boost sales."
"Good. That's one fire extinguished," Rubbing your temple, you lean back in your chair. "I feel gross about it, though. I mean, we run shows that are hundreds of years old, but a date auction? Why don't we raise a guillotine out front and sacrifice effigies to raise money?"
Naomi blinks and whips out her phone. "...Okay, one, I'm noting the effigy idea for next year, but two, the auction won the vote, and everyone participating volunteered."
You grimace. "I know, it's just–"
The sudden opening of the door to your shoebox office interrupts. Theodore, business manager, director, and occasional movement coach, bursts in. Everybody's a multi-hyphenate.
"Terrible news!"
Wonderful. A new fire. You squint, chewing, and watch Naomi try to stifle a laugh valiantly. "Whatever could this be about?"
The older man slams his palms onto your desk, his layered pendants tinkling. "I've punched the numbers, including a best scenario, stars aligning–"
"Teddy. Out with it."
"–we're going to be £40,000 short. Even if we sell out, even if we raffle off the company like cattle, we are circling the drain!"
The tired amusement leaves your body, and in its wake sits a five-digit number and the distant idea to schedule a salon appointment.
The annual fundraiser for the theater, your hard-won home, is a dramatic, demanding, and near-disastrous event every year. The theater has continuously operated a hair above the red, but the laundry list of expenses from the last year cannot be ignored. The new light rig, the stage flooring replacement, the curtain repairs—they never stop. Sponsors and grants only go so far.
Originally, you took this job for its laughable but slightly higher pay and because running around like a madwoman between four gigs at a time wasn't as thrilling or charmingly bohemian as it was in your twenties. Your livelihood depends on the playhouse's success. And the economy. And the general public's attitude toward the arts. All wildly variable. It made you resourceful, and already, you were composing a mental list of people to politely bully for pledges promised in years past. You need time and a phone charger.
"Teddy," you set the half-eaten granola bar down. "Go get ready for afternoon rehearsal. Naomi, cover for me today?"
"'Course."
Theodore swipes his spindly fingers over his brow, nodding fervently at your resolve. "If anyone can pull it off, it's you. Do tell if there is anything yours truly can do." With a flourish, the director departs your office, but Naomi lingers.
"You know if it's donations we need…"
You shake your head, immediately knowing what she intends to suggest. "Out of the question."
"But think of her–"
"I'd rather debase myself and resort to dinner theatre."
"I'm just saying–"
"Naomi," You stress. "I am not calling my mother."
She frowns. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. Are you really so proud you wouldn't leverage your family's connections to save the Bramble?"
It makes you pause. As usual, she's right. Irritatingly so. You could take another salary cut, but you'd need to find a flatshare, a humiliating idea. Hammy wouldn't survive it, the sensitive thing. You sigh and dismiss her with a wave.
"Fine I won't rule it out. But I'm going to shake down half the city first."
~~
An hour later, you've managed to secure a percentage. Not too shabby, but far from the goal. You take a break to read James's team's latest, vaguely threatening missives and entertain the idea of withholding your signature until he makes a donation. What's a little extortion in the name of art?
You know it's wrong to delay this ugly process. How close relief is should you simply sign the papers. But it's another failure, another black spot in your life's ledger. Another dream crushed beneath the boot of reality. With a wave of bitterness, you type out a curt reply, ensuring you will sign the papers and ask them to arrange for a courier tomorrow.
Naomi's suggestion takes advantage of your mind's lethargy, testing the strength of your will and stubbornness. The last time you phoned your mother was months ago, on the anniversary of dad's death. The old man took his last bow five years back, and it destroyed the last bridge between you and your formidable mother. In retirement, she still holds court with major political players stateside…and across the pond.
Before you let your loathing catch up, you pull up her contact card and dial. It's after noon in D.C., the middle of the week. You might get lucky and reach her voice–
"Is everything alright? You're not in the hospital, are you?" Her donnish, sharp voice hurtles you through time and space to your teenage years.
"No," You answer with gritted teeth. A headache waits in the wings. "No, I'm fine, mom."
"Then why are you calling?"
This is why dad handled conversations. You stand, swiftly shutting the door to your office and locking it. "Can't I just call my mom?"
"Of course. Historically, you do not," There's a low murmur of chatter in the background. She's at a luncheon or at the club. "So I assume there is a reason."
Having an ex-ambassador for a mother is a joke. All that practised charm for everyone else in the world, none of it reserved for you. "Okay, yes, there is a reason."
"Thought so. Well, darling, what is it? Is it James? Don't tell me you're pregnant."
You return to your desk and eye the bottle of bourbon on the corner. "No. James and I are divorcing, remember? This is about my work."
There is no acknowledgement of the separation. Instead, your mother pulls the phone away from her mouth, excuses herself from wherever she is, and the background noise dissipates.
"Your work."
"Yes, the Bramble? Look, we're two weeks out from our big annual fundraiser, and–"
"Oh, you need me to write a check." The clicking of her heels halts abruptly, and if you didn't know any better, she wilts. "Fine. How much do you want?"
Your face heats with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. "I am not asking for money. If you would stop interrupting me…Ugh, mom, I need help contacting some of your old friends here. If there's anyone you know looking for tax deductions or a pet project to brag about, the Bramble is in a bad spot financially."
In the past, whenever the theatre and, by extension, your chosen profession came up, your mother took the opportunity to lecture. She reminded you of the wasted opportunities she afforded you. She brought up your old schoolmates and their current positions. And most insulting of all, she always, always compared you to a certain soldier. Bracing yourself for her monologuing, you reached for the bottle.
"Why didn't you open with that, darling?"
Your fingers close around empty air, and you nearly pitch out of your seat in surprise. "What?"
"Send me the information. I've been meaning to reconnect with some old friends. When is the fundraiser?"
"In two weeks," You repeat, scrambling to pull up your email on the ancient desktop. "Tickets are–"
"Email it. I'll book my flights today and let you know when I'm getting in."
Your hands hover over the keyboard, and your neck protests the angle it bends to keep your phone lodged between ear and shoulder. "Oh, no, mom, you don't need to come."
"Nonsense. I'll, of course, make my own donation, and as a donor, I ought to see where my money is going."
Christ. For the Bramble, you remind yourself and exhale. "Okay. You do that. Listen, I have to get going…but mom?" It kills you to say it. "Thank you."
"You are very welcome. Oh, this will be so much fun. I haven't visited since before your father. You know, on the topic of reconnecting, I happened get an email from the Prices the other day, and John–"
There it is. You kick into fourth gear, rattling off your exit. "I've really got to run. Thanks again mom, send me your flight info. Love you. Bye!"
You feel like you've run a marathon and dodged a bullet. And yet, as you send the email and file the waivers, your mind snags on your mother's words. On a name. His name. It's not the first time your unhelpful brain's waylaid you with a trip down memory lane. Admittedly, it's happened more since James asked for the divorce. Most nights, if it isn't life's stresses hounding you, it's an endless parade of what-ifs behind your eyelids.
What if you studied economics instead? What if you stayed in America? What if you hadn't gone to that stupid New Year's party? What if you hadn't kissed John? If you didn't get on the train?
The people in your circle frequently speak about living life without regrets. It's a romantic notion and a highly unrealistic one.
Your phone buzzes—Naomi. You're needed. Pushing the past where it belongs, back on a dark shelf, and head out to put out another fire.
~~
Three days before the fundraiser, your mother lands in London and hosts you at her hotel for dinner. Playing catch-up is a professional sport with a whirlwind of names you barely remember and memories you remember very differently.
You pick at dessert, listening to another story.
"–and he was so insistent that that school of yours was a breeding ground for monsters, and I told him, isn't that what's needed in today's society? People need thick skin in politics and business. You'll be happy to know, though, he bought four tickets to the fundraiser."
You don't remember who you're talking about but smile and nod. It's a tough pill to swallow, your mother's success at rallying old friends with deep pockets. Teddy's practically in love with her despite having never met her, popping his bald head into your office to sing her praises whenever another pledge arrives.
Your response is rote. "That's wonderful, mom. Thank you."
She prattles on for another half hour before you decide it's time to return home to Hamhock and burn the midnight oil on the fundraiser's date auction. You asked the company for fifty-word bios and actors, bless them, struggle to contain their self-praises. When she finally pauses to take a sip of wine, you rise. "I should head home, lots to do–"
Ignoring you outright, her head turns, and she grins. "There you are!"
Following her gaze, your brow lowers in confusion until you clap eyes on a trio headed in your direction in the company of a server. Very briefly, you consider the melodramatics of matricide. You've been set up.
Mr. and Mrs. Price look well for their age, puttering toward your mother. They are greyer and a little shorter, but the warmth is there.
John, however…
The universe is intent on humbling you.
The hair is the first thing you notice. Short, kempt, and annoyingly a dark shade of brown. It's crept southward onto his face in a beard of a choice style. There is comfort in the finer details that clarify as he nears. He hasn't escaped time's passing with a face marked by crow's feet, frown lines, and forehead furrows. Beneath his shirt, there's a slight suggestion of a belly, though, with his thick arms and the narrowing of his waist, he's clearly a wall of muscle.
The worst part is how infuriatingly kind his smile looks. It's the beard. Softens him. Once an arrogant prick, always an arrogant prick.
John rumbles your name in a whisper, reeling you in for a polite peck on the cheek. "You're a sight for sore eyes."
You're years beyond fifteen and twenty-five, but how swiftly the impulse to snark resurfaces is alarming. Maturity tempers you. "You look good, too."
After a few minutes of greetings, the two of you are tasked with heading to the bar to fetch drinks. Wholly unnecessary what with a server, but it's a clear command to let the 'adults' talk for a spell. Nevermind being shy of forty. John's quick to try conversation when the order's in.
"You haven't changed a bit," He observes, leaning against the bar beside you.
"Now there's something a woman wants to hear after a decade." You huff, casting your eyes across the restaurant, finding it difficult to look at him. The dark blue of his sweater makes his eyes pop.
"Fourteen years, actually," He corrects. "Drinking martinis, actin'…"
You snort. "You're half right. The Martini half."
His elbow gently knocks into yours atop the bar. "Apologies. My mother told me you'd been in My Fair Lady last summer."
That draws your attention. "No. The theater put it on, but I'm the stage manager. I haven't been on stage in ages." Your eyes flicker to the table, then back to him. Heat crawls up your collar. What other information has your mother passed along? Glancing down at your bare ring finger, you turn the conversation. "Not so different from a Captain, I reckon. How's that going?"
John squints a little, and his mouth pulls into a familiar smirk, tugging at old strings in your stomach. "Can't complain."
"Riveting stuff," He chuckles at that, a deep rasping sound, and you find yourself grinning. "Don't suppose that bit of clandestine, secret agent-type shit your mom's talked about?"
"Secret agent?"
"Yeah. Mentioned it in a Christmas card maybe three years ago?" You smile triumphantly into your glass. Seems both your mothers have a penchant for dressing up the truth.
His jaw works a tick, and something heavy passes behind his eyes. "Well, 'm not. Not exactly."
"Let me guess. If you told me, you'd have to kill me?"
He refocuses some, and a short laugh leaves him. "Something like that."
It's all painfully familiar, but it feels different with a little more life under your belt. His mere presence keeps you on your toes, yet you haven't felt this comfortable in months. For all the history and tension, talking to him is easy. A silence passes, the drinks arrive, and you ferry them to the table.
The night passes better than you expected when you first saw the Prices. They express belated condolences over your father, you chat about the fundraiser, and John politely navigates questions about his work. It frightens you when he briefly mentions Piccadilly to know he'd been there in the carnage. Part and parcel of military life, you guess.
"John, be a gentleman and walk her to the station," His mother chides as the five of you congregate in the hotel lobby.
"He doesn't need to do that," You hastily say. Not again.
"'Course."
There is something dreadfully giddy to how your parents wish you both goodnight.
At least you do not need to take his arm this time. Still, there is no way John isn't thinking about that night. Not when that look of quiet desperation he wore is seared within your memory. It's silly, but you peeked at his hands earlier, and like yours, they're naked.
You break the silence to fish. "How long are you on leave?"
"A week. Got in yesterday."
"Do you normally visit your parents?"
"Often."
Doesn't mean there isn't a woman in his life. 'Often' is not 'always'.
"Visit anyone else? Friends?"
He chuckles. "Sometimes."
You roll your eyes. "You know, you haven't changed much either. Aside from the beard and smoker's lung. Still a stunning conversationalist."
John smirks down at you. "Picked it up in the army."
Oh, yes. He remembers.
The conversation lulls, and the walk is short. You figure John's keen on a repeat when he wordlessly escorts you to the platform. But today's not a holiday, and the station is reasonably busy. He watches like a hawk, nonetheless, when you check the time.
"Brings back memories," He quietly comments.
Nodding, your thumb rubs where your wedding band used to rest. "Sure does." You respond and meet his gaze.
You studied theater, moved back to London, went to the party, and kissed John. You didn't regret those choices—only one.
The invitation flies out of you as your train emerges from the tunnel.
"Do you want to meet Hamhock?"
~~
"He's…certainly orange."
"Don't rush to spend all your compliments at once," You glare, arms full of Ham, then coo at the cat. "John's jealous because he's going grey in the beard."
"I am not."
"Saw them on the Tube. Can't those from me," You tease and set the cat down, giving your kitchen a quick glance. A silver lining of work eating up your schedule is that you last cleaned two weeks ago, and it's held.
"What're those on your head then?" He gestures with a finger and toes off his shoes.
"Details of a person ageing gracefully." You play it confidently, but part of you holds a breath.
He hums and sidesteps Hamhock. "Suits you. It's pretty."
Maybe inviting him over is a mistake. The bolt that runs through you from the compliment pokes at something you thought buried. "What a gentleman," You try to inject as much sarcasm as possible, but your voice quivers. "I'll be right back. Sit tight?"
You leave John in the kitchen to retreat to the bathroom to regroup. Come on, you scold yourself over the basin for getting worked up. It's just John.
And yet, what remains of your confidence perches on a cliffside at the sight of John pointedly staring at the folder of your copies of the divorce papers on the counter. Fantastic.
His small smile is genuinely sympathetic. It's enraging.
"Y'know, I knew you were married…When I didn't see a ring at the hotel, though, I wondered."
Your chest tightens, and you shove the folder into a bookshelf. "Yep. Finalized the divorce two-ish weeks ago."
You're not in the mood to be reminded of your failures.
"Sorry it didn't work out," John murmurs.
"That's life. That's how it works sometimes," You exhale, then force a smile. "Want a drink? Bourbon? Wine?"
He lets you change the subject, and you let him have a glass of whiskey.
You sit on opposite ends of your short couch, Hamhock acting as a gentlemanly barrier. The conversation rekindles itself after a few fingers of liquor, and eventually, John migrates to the floor, idly playing with the cat. You confide in him about your worries about the event and whether the funds raised will be enough, and he listens. There is no condescension, no bulldozing. Not a trace of smugness at all when he makes suggestions. You don't realize how you've slipped into an old, practically ancient formation until he peers back, eyes creasing from laughter. You're fifteen again, and it is useless to deny it – you are regrettably in love with John Price.
"Can I confess something?" He suddenly asks as your cat waddles off with a catnip toy in his mouth.
Your heart lurches. "If it's a crime, I'm a terrible conspirator."
"No. Nothin' like that, but I lied earlier." He chuckles, craning his neck to look over his shoulder. "My mother didn't tell me about My Fair Lady."
"What do you mean?"
John turns sheepish. "I came an' saw it when I was on leave last summer. Thought I'd surprise you, but I got to the theater and lost my nerve."
Instantly, you pick through scraps of memories from the production. There is no way you would have known he was in attendance, not with how hellishly busy you are.
"You, Captain John Price, lost your nerve?"
Color blooms high on his cheeks, and he turns on the floor, rubbing his neck. "I knew you're not acting but I didn't know how to mention it without soundin' like a prick." His eyes look soft. Different from how they looked that night in his parent's garden. Steady, unwavering, but soft. "I know I'm not good with words. I seem to have a talent for making you angry. But I really am happy to see you. Didn't think I'd get another chance after how I bungled it all those years ago at the train–"
At your grown ages, the angle of the kiss is inadvisable. The two of you fix it without parting, and his hands cup your face when you're finally standing toe-to-toe.
He touches your foreheads together when breathing becomes necessary. "Change anything?"
You don't answer. You lead him to your bedroom and exile the cat.
~~
The fundraiser goes off with a predictable amount of hitches. The caterer is an hour late and forgets half the hors d'oeuvres. The bar runs out of red wine early. Two actors from the children's company slap-fight on stage. Nothing you, Naomi, and Teddy can't fix with elbow grease and stage magic. The caterers re-course. Naomi calls in a favor from her bartender girlfriend. And the children forget their quarrel when they're called upon to defeat Captain Hook.
What you are not prepared for is one of the actors calling out sick, leaving you one date short for the auction. You waste an hour trying to convince one of your fellow techies to step in.
Naomi corners you when you stress-eat a comically tiny piece of toast swiped from a tray.
"You know, if one person is all we need…"
"Your girlfriend won't be mad?"
"Ha-ha, don't get cheeky. C'mon, isn't it time you got back out there?"
You suppress a smug smile. Naomi has no idea. Nobody does. You've gotten back out there and then some.
"Did I not tell you I was grossed out by the auction?"
She's relentless. "Are you really so proud you wouldn't debase yourself a little for the Bramble?"
"Absolutely not."
You'd said it with such conviction, so it's a puzzle when you find yourself waiting in the stage wing, makeup hurriedly refreshed. It takes all your courage and grace not to stumble to Teddy's side when he calls your name. He improvises an introduction on the fly, and you nearly laugh when you realize this is the first time you've been on the stage, under a spotlight, in years.
The bidding opens, and you hold your breath, letting it go when a few unfamiliar voices call out numbers. A humbling embarrassment clutches you by the throat. But then a paddle raises more confidently in the front row. The light is bright, but you know whose hand hoists it high.
~~
He collects you at the end of the night as you lock up.
"There's my prize."
You can't stop the grin that splits your face. "It's just a date, John."
"Yeah, doin' things a bit out of order, aren't we?" A glimmer of his younger, puffed-up self shines through, and his hand envelops yours.
As you walk, your elbow digs into his ribs, "What will our mothers say?"
"That a big deal to you?"
"To some people."
"Well, love, you're not 'some people'."
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shop assistant
Emily kept the smile firmly fixed in place as she watched the man in front of her vacillate. Engagement rings were always a long sales pitch, but at least this one seemed to know his partner’s taste. She only wished he would take her concerns about budget seriously–but then, that was fairly standard for the men she’d helped thus far. As if feeling her patient stare, the tall, pale goth glanced up from the displays and at her.
God, his eyes were gorgeous. Whoever he was shopping for was a lucky girl.
“You need not hover over me. I will be some time making this decision–it has to be exactly right.”
Wow. Someone certainly talked like a period drama. Emily dialed her Customer Service Smile up another notch. “Alright, well, I won’t be far if you need me. Please, don’t hesitate to ask.” With that, she gracefully departed for the main sales counter, where Eric was wrapping up a sale with a perky blonde.
“Hey, Em, is your guy who I think he is?”
Emily rolled her eyes. Eric was constantly thinking people here were celebrities. It never actually panned out to be true, but it didn’t stop him from speculating. She honestly couldn't care less, though. As far as she was concerned, celebrities were just people. There was no need to make a fuss over them–and she wouldn’t, even if this turned out to be whoever Eric was thinking of. “Probably not, but tell me who you think it is anyway. I know it’ll eat at you if you don’t say it.”
“I think that’s one of the Aeturnus family. They’re like...Vanderbilt rich. Old money. Hell, I think if you go far enough back, they’ve got some royal blood from some European country or other…”
“Well, that would explain why he just waved me off when I asked about the budget.” She shrugged. She wasn’t sure she believed it, but there was something just a little off about Tall, Pale, and Gorgeous. And there always seemed to be something with that level of wealth. She would count herself lucky he still treated sales people with respect. She shrugged it off, gossipping with Eric about the tech store across the street–rumor had it the owner was trying to romance one of their employees and not being particularly subtle about it. The employee was into it, but literally everyone else around them was not.
It was a half-hour later that the man approached her. “There is one which will do nicely with a bit of customization.” He must have seen her open her mouth to talk about the budget once more, because he held up a hand. “Money is no object, I promise.”
“Alright. Let’s see what we can do.” They walked back to the display case, and he pointed out one of the thicker wedding bands marketed towards men. The one he chose was lovely, with a deep red wood polished to a shine. The outside was rose gold–and that, it seemed, was the problem.
“The rose gold does not quite suit my partner’s taste. Perhaps white gold could be arranged.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Of course. Are there any other alterations you’d like to make?”
“I…” The hesitation seemed…out of character. Whatever the request was, it was clearly the emotional heart of the matter. Emily silently vowed to see it through, no matter what. “...I would like an engraving on the inside.”
“Of what?”
“I’ve written it out.” He pulled a folded paper out of his pocket. On it was a delicate script, in Latin. Amor Aeturnus Est. Love is eternal.
“Would you prefer a regular cursive script, or shall we replicate your handwriting?”
There was a blink, the only outward sign of his surprise. “You can do that?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Then, by all means, please.”
“Very well, Mr…” She prompted. Was she fishing for Eric’s sake? Maybe. But she would never hear the end of it if she didn’t at least ask the name.
He smiled–only barely, but that was a contrast to his previously neutral expression. “Aeturnus…for now. We shall be hyphenating.”
The rest of the transaction ran smoothly. As soon as Mr. Aeturnus left, Eric all but bounced over to Emily’s station. “How did it go? What is he like?”
Emily rolled her eyes. “He’s normal, Eric. He’s just a guy, buying a ring for his partner.” Even as she spoke, there was a soft smile on her face. She hoped that Mr. Aeturnus’s partner liked the ring–there was a lot of heart that went into choosing it.
As if reading her thoughts, Eric kept on badgering her. “Was it a good ring? Please tell me he picked a good ring, I can’t stand it when rich people have no taste…”
“It will be once his customization is done.”
“Awesome~”
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Best dads||D.M/H.P
Summary: your husbands Hogwarts rivalry never went fully away and now they compete as dads
After you had the twins James and scorpius the competition between your husbands started up again
You were breastfeeding James as scorpius was asleep beside you as your husbands were quietly fighting
"I can so change a diaper faster then you." Draco says and Harry looks over shocked
"In your dreams Malfoy." Harry says and you sigh as Draco smirks
"I mean I see y/n in my dreams all the time so yes a Malfoy is in my dreams." Draco says and you chuckle at that it was cute but well your also a potter as you married them both
"I'm also a potter tho isn't that why I hyphened Malfoy and potter for my last name when we got married." You say and Draco sighs as he pretends to look annoyed when he wasn't really but he's in competition mode with Harry, so he fakes his old I hate Harry Potter and everything to do with him like in Hogwarts "Oh right Draco you both were fighting about changing diapers please do go on." You say and anything to be able to nap more, and hey the competitions are great tired mom you gets to sleep more
"Oh right thank you y/n, now potter come at me let's go see who is the better diaper changer loser." Draco says and Harry nods
"Ok winner gets y/ns affection for a week and the other doesn't." Harry says and you shake your head
"No winner gets the prize of changing more diapers then the other and a kiss on the cheek." You say and Harry shrugs
"Fine." Harry says not that pleased but pleased enough to not give up, like he would have anyways
"Okay and I'll change Scorpius, you can change James we have to change the diaper under a minute or else we lose and it has to be flawless." Draco says and Harry nods
"Okay deal." Harry says and Draco and Harry shake on it as you sigh this is going to be a long week
These rivalries you thought they would abandoned it when you got with them both but well no, they first always had little rivalries first it came with sex always towards you of course, but then they got over it now it's with the twins which hopefully they will get over it eventually, maybe? Well one day they will hopefully
You hope the twins won't have to deal with their fathers fighting about which one can get them to the Hogwarts train quicker then the other
But right now as babies it works perfectly so you can rest but as they get older you will stop them more
"Ah seems they both need a diaper change now." You say as you could smell scorpius from here and he was in a basket on the ground gosh it smells terrible
Draco and Harry take their twin they choose and smirked at each other
"May the best dad win."
#fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction#hp fanfic#harry potter#fanfic#draco malfoy#malfoy#draco lucius malfoy#dracomalfoy#malfoy family#potter family#poly harry potter#poly draco malfoy#poly draco#harry x reader#draco malfoy x reader#harry potter x y/n#harry potter x reader#harry potter x you#draco malfoy x y/n#draco x y/n#draco malfoy x you#draco x reader#draco x you#Harry x reader x Draco#draco x reader x harry
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Is Birdo the only member of her species?
"Yes!” you confidently proclaim. “You included an image of multiple Birdos right there in the post, silly!”
I know I did! I did it on purpose, because it is relevant to the subject matter! But it does not mean all that much, ultimately. Look. Here are five Luigis.
Luigi is not a species. So allow me to explain why I am reasonably confident in believing that the existence of multiple distinct Birdos has been retconned!
It all started with Wave 4 of the Mario Kart 8 Deluxe Booster Course Pass. When Birdo was finally added to the game, her alts were named strangely! With Yoshi and Shy Guy, we had, for example, Light-blue Yoshi, and Light-blue Shy Guy. Birdo, however, gets Birdo (Light Blue)!
This is how basically all the alts in Tour are named, just like our dear brother Luigi (Lederhosen). So did they lazily just port these alts over from Tour, without bothering to make the formatting consistent with what was already in 8 Deluxe? But wait! Yoshi and Shy Guy are named with their colors first in Tour, just like in 8 Deluxe! Were THOSE ones hastily ported into TOUR? What’s going on here!!!
Well, let’s look at the trends that already exist in these naming conventions!
-A character simply wearing a different outfit than usual has the name format of “Character (Descriptor)”. Example: Luigi (Lederhosen)
-A character who is in a different FORM than usual has the name format of “Form Character”. Example: Penguin Luigi
-A character who is a member of a species that has been seen in multiple colors has the name format of “Color Character”, not counting the default colors. Example: Light-blue Yoshi, Light-blue Shy Guy
One other thing of note is characters like the Koopa Freerunners and the Pit Crew Toads. These fit into both the first and third categories! For example, we have Blue Koopa (Freerunning), who is a Blue Koopa wearing a Freerunning hat, and Light-blue Toad (Pit Crew), who is a Light-blue Toad wearing a pit crew uniform.
With all this established, Birdo’s conventions fit into the first category! I am inclined to believe that, if these were meant to be distinct individuals, they would be named like the Yoshis and Shy Guys, yet they are named as the same individual in different outfits. Maybe she can change her color like a chameleon, and uses it to complement whatever bow she wants to wear at the time!
The real question is why in the world they would retcon Birdo as her own species... but it is not actually that weird, to me. As awesome as it is to have an entire species of glamorous transfem dinosaurs who all share the exact same fashion sense, maybe Nintendo decided that was where they draw the Weirdness Line in Mario’s world. Birdo’s current design is very much a design for a distinct character! It’s like how Donkey Kong Junior was used in contexts where many of him appeared for a while, until he himself was removed from memory. And don’t get me started on Toadsworth! They can and will alter anything from character intricacies to the existences of entire characters, is what I am saying here.
Also, as a little Grammar Tidbit, it is entirely intentional that “Birdo (Light Blue)” and “Light-blue Yoshi” coexist, and it is not inconsistent! “Light-blue” is a compound adjective, and as a result is hyphenated if it is written before the article it describes. I have learned this purely thanks to the funny dinosaur, and now so have you!
So do you agree with my findings? How does the concept of Birdo being the only one of her kind make you feel? And how did it get this way? Maybe she just invited herself out of the dream world and established herself! Maybe she is a mutant Yoshi, not in the realistic genetics way, but the cartoon toxic waste way. Maybe she just hatched from an egg that was there one day. Whatever the case! I think she is really great.
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Random RWBY Headcanons Part Maybe 21: ReNora Edition
I fuckin’ love these two their my secret otp and though I don’t know what part it is that can’t stop me
They get married a bit after all the chaos calms down.
Jaune feels a tingle run down his spine the very second they become engaged, he’s the first to know before they announce it.
“Fucking finally” —Weiss upon learning.
Weiss is all up in their business for wedding planning, she loves this so much and is trying to hard to pretend she doesn’t.
Their like a couple going through a divorce while they decide how to divide their friends into each others sides of the altar.
Jaune both walks Nora down and is the best man. He’s multitasking.
Two empty chairs on the front row, a small tribute to Pyrrha and Penny.
Wedding colors are green and pink, no one can find anything that matches in any way shape or form.
Winter catches the bouquet and that causes her four levels of internal panic and another eight of life reevaluation.
They fought over who got custody of Yang and Oscar.
Talking custody, kids just appeared one day. Ren has been thrown into so many objects and Nora got fuckin’ fried I refuse to believe either of them are capable of having children but even if they could they’d adopt anyway.
One or two kids just appear at a family gathering in Patch one day and everyone just accepts it. They learn their names; and immediately those kids are part of the Ozluminati family.
Blake didn’t know true joy until she slapped them both with a “so when you get married, if you take his last name do we all just have to default to Lie?”
Ren keeps Ren as it is and Nora hyphens to Valkyrie-Ren then calls it a day.
#rwby#rwby headcanon#renora#nora valkyrie#lie ren#weiss schnee#jaune arc#winter schnee#blake belladonna
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I have a bet going that even the most saccharine fluff can actually be done well. So, a prompt for you, if you’re willing:
Mulder and Scully’s kid is an elementary student of the week. Every day that week, kid has to do a Special Assignment; Our Family, Draw a picture of the family pet, whatever. Go! (?)
“Are you shitting me?” Mulder asks, staring at the list. “I’ve read Kitty Kelley biographies less invasive than this.”
Scully leans over, perusing. “You’re so dramatic, it’s a very sweet little program! Tomorrow is his favorite book.”
She frowns then. “Oh.”
“Oh,” Mulder repeats. “The Book That Eats People.”
Scully puts her face in her hands. “We’re the Addams Family,” she groans. “Jesus.”
Mulder pats her on the back. “Maybe he’ll pick Madeline,” he suggests, without much conviction.
***
William is at the table, tongue poked between his lips. “How do you spell ‘disavowed?” he asks.
His father scowls. “William, just say I’m a writer. You don’t need all the back story.”
“D-I-S-A-“ his mother begins.
“SCULLY.”
William beams, a gap-toothed smile. His father’s crinkled eyes. His mother’s blue irises. “Go on, Scully,” he says.
***
The cat is curled in a spiral on the Lazy Susan, her glorious tail a twitchy plume.
“Can I tell them why we named her Taily-Po?” William asks.
Scully frowns. “It’s a scary story, William,” she says. “Not everyone is -“
“Yes,” says Uncle Frohike, scooping up lentils with a wedge of paratha. “It’s classic Americana. That’s patriotism in Virginia.”
Scully frowns. “William. Just tell them we found her as a kitten behind a Vietnamese restaurant.”
“There’s a hyphen,” says Uncle Langley, helpfully.
***
William pokes through the cardboard box of pictures. “Can I tell them Aunt Melissa was murdered ?” he asks. “And that it was never solved? And what do I say about Aunt Samantha, Dad?”
Scully stares beseechingly at Taily-Po, who blinks greenly in reply.
***
“Can I bring both bullets?” William asks his parents. “I can’t pick just one of your gunshots!”
Mulder considers his apple crumble. “How about your mother’s bullet and my letter from the Jerry Springer show?”
William perks up. “Yeah?”
“NO,” Scully says, over a mug of tea. “Those are not appropriate for show and tell.”
William stabs at a potato.
“Well, you have your last birthday card from Skinner,” Mulder says. “Most kids don’t get cards from the director of the FBI.”
William rolls his eyes. “It’s just a CARD,” he groans. “It’s BORING. It’s the last day, it has to be GOOD.”
Mulder ponders for a moment. He looks at Scully, the love of his life. Her fine cheeks are drawn in as she blows on her tea, her mouth a damask rose. She has a nose like a Roman queen, hair like Hestia’s tender flame. Against every odd she birthed him a strong, healthy child. He would kill for her. He would die for her.
“William,” he says to his son, not meeting her apatite gaze. “Have you heard of a show called COPS?”
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i can’t decide because on one hand, she is annabeth chase. that’s who she is. she’s become legendary under that name. but on the other, she’s not super proud of the chase part of her, but she absolutely adores the jacksons. she loves and respects their family so much and we literally see her get emotional over sally’s motherly love for her (cotg). so i can also see her wanting to be a full jackson - to be “the jacksons” - so badly. like i feel like the strong independent woman part of her would encourage her to keep chase, but her heart, the part of her that lacked love and affection growing up, would be so healed by becoming a jackson, the name of her family who loves her. i don’t know! maybe she’ll hyphenate? thats what sally did i guess. i don’t knowww 😩
#annabeth chase#annabeth chase-jackson#annabeth jackson#i can see any of those ways#i wonder if we’ll ever know#percy jackson#percabeth#heroes of olympus#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo#chalice of the gods#poll#polls#tumblr polls
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You mentioned that Vlad!Clone-Dani needed a name (in your notes, I think). According to Wikipedia. "Vlad is a Romanian male given name. It is more commonly a nativized hypocorism of Vladislav and can also be used as a surname."
The feminine version of Vladislav is Vladislava. So maybe that? Jury's out on whether she'd like that name or whether she'd insist on being referred to as something else.
(We are discussing this post) You're the third person to suggest Vladislava! The other suggestions were: Vivian, Viorica, Valentina, Maddie, and Madison (shortened to Madi, so it's reminiscent of Dani).
I genuinely don't know which I like the most lol. The safest bet may be to give her a hyphenated name or a middle name, so then we get the best of both.
So I guess the question now is:
Vladislava Madison Masters?
Or Madison Vladislava Masters?
#danny phantom#asks#kinda thinking the latter tbh. i just really like 'Madi' as an option#and the person who suggested it was absolutely correct about it being on brand for Vlad to name her that lol
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Bridge Four: What Punctuation Mark They’d Be
Previously we considered what parts of speech the Kholin household would like best...for some reason. Next up: Bridge Four as Punctuation Marks!
1. Kaladin: Exclamation Point
We all know that Kaladin is a dramatic boy. When he arrives, he is an exclamation point embodied, usually glowing with Stormlight and there to save the day.
2. Sigzil: Colon
A colon indicates that further information will follow: perhaps a list, or a several-sentence description, or a series of questions. And as a Worldsinger, Sigzil is there to spread information and knowledge. Plus, when he found out about Kaladin’s powers, his first thought was to design experiments to get some good old data points. I can just imagine him writing, “Kaladin’s abilities are as follows:”
3. Rlain: Semicolon
Semicolons connect two independent clauses, much as Rlain, the Bridger of Minds, is able to connect disparate peoples and ideas. The semicolon is solid and steadfast, but does not end the thought like a period does. It brings different thoughts together.
4. Rock: Question Mark
I just remember the scene where we find out that Bridge Four goes to see Rock for advice, and he asks them questions to help them realize what they need/want to do. Rock is the type of person who can help people feel welcome, draw them in, help them open up. So I think a question mark suits him well!
5. Moash: Slash
The slash can indicate separation and difference, but it can also show options and alternatives: and/or, his/her, color/colour. And yes, Moash has some black and white thinking (or should I say “black/white”)--light-eyes vs. dark-eyes, guilty vs. innocent, and so on. But he also represents alternatives: What if justice does mean killing a king who is liable in your grandparents’ death? What if the Singers should be the rulers? What if Kaladin is wrong? So for many reasons, I think the slash suits him.
He also, like, keeps slashing people to death, but maybe that’s a cheap joke.
6. Renarin: En-Dash
The en-dash is a poorly understood and little utilized punctuation mark: it is used specifically in ranges of numbers (like 14–30). And Renarin too had a specific and little-understood power--seeing the future--whose usefulness was not accepted at first. And when I use the en-dash, I have to manually download it because I don’t actually know the keystroke for it, and people tend to need some time to get used to Renarin too, as when he had to work hard to join Bridge Four.
Look, I swear this makes perfect sense in my head!
7. Teft: Hyphen
The hyphen is a support punctuation mark; it doesn’t get used alone, but rather connects together a compound noun or adjective. And Teft, as the sergeant and also as Kaladin’s friend, has always been there in support. He backs Kaladin up, even going so far as to stay behind when Kaladin was somewhat forcibly retired from the army.
The hyphen can also indicate speech or thoughts being abruptly cut off, but perhaps we won’t talk about that.
8. Skar: Apostrophe
An apostrophe shows ownership and belonging: my mother’s necklace, the captain’s spear. And Skar really is all about his love for being Bridge Four. He was the first to rip off the Cobalt Guard Patch in favor of a Bridge Four patch. He was completely crushed when he couldn’t draw in Stormlight at first, because he was afraid of not being useful to Bridge Four. He still helped others learn to drawn in the Stormlight, though. This love for the group and sense of belonging means the apostrophe suits him well, I think.
9. Dabbid: Ellipses
Dabbid didn’t speak for a while, at first because of battle shock, and later because he didn’t want the others to know that he thought differently from most people. Now he does speak some, but carefully. And the ellipses can indicate not only silence, but also a pause before continuing.
10. Drehy: Period
Drehy is extremely dependable--he’s one of the first to back up Kaladin, one of the first to pick up fighting, one of the first to learn first aid. He goes with Skar on the mission to Kholinar, and helps rescue Elhokar’s son after we all (or at least me) thought that Sanderson had dared to kill off the one gay character.
And yes, I wanted to pick the gayest punctuation mark for Drehy, but that’s gotta be either the question mark or the ellipses (right?), and I had already used those.
11. Hobber: Comma
The comma lets you know that this isn’t the end; there is more (of the sentence) coming. And Hobber is a figure of hope: he’s so delighted that Kaladin rescues him, that he’s already smiling even though at that point it was likely that he would die. He loses his legs to a shardblade, but later is able to draw in Stormlight to heal himself. So I think “hope” is the emotion I’d associate with Hobber, and I’ve decided that the comma--the “there’s more; don’t worry”--is the punctuation mark for him.
12. Leyten: Brackets
Literally all I know about Leyten is that he is the armorer. And brackets are like strong, uh, breastplates that, uh, protect the words within?
I’m so sorry, Leyten. I got nothing.
13. Lyn: Em-Dash
The em-dash is very versatile; it can be used in place of a comma or a semicolon or parentheses. And Lyn is a versatile woman: scout, messenger, soldier, Windrunner. Plus, everyone likes her, in book, and I’m pretty sure the em-dash is everyone’s favorite punctuation mark.
14. Lopen: Interrobang
The interrobang is the combination of the question mark and the exclamation mark: ?!. You might say, “That’s not a proper punctuation mark!” but then, that’s the point! It’s Lopen. He likes to be improper, to joke around and try to shock people.
Plus, I think he’d find the word “interrobang” to be funny.
#cosmerelists#cosmere#stormlight archive#Bridge Four#Kaladin#classic rock#Moash#Teft#Skar#Sigzil#Dabbid#Drehy#Hobber#Letyen#Lopen#Renarin#Rlain#Lyn
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🤠🙌🤝🐓Post-Mission Fic Recs🐓🤝🙌🤠
Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕
Ao3 Authors: AncientAviators, Andrealyn, Aphroditedany, BeautifulCreature, BeccaAnne814, Bubbles_1801, Callsign_striker, Collieflower, Crueltether, Cryinginthebronco, Dalearden, DraconisWing24441, GreenB3ans, Greenstuff, Happytree, Hey_its_me88, Hockeyandfootballismyish, HopeaLumi, Hypnagogicpunisher, Iridescent, MadeItUp, Magdarko, MayWilder, Milestaller, Noona96n, Ok_thanks, Ravens_Words, SamHeartfilia, Tasteofoxidation, Thatsquirrelfromiceage, Theinsouciantknitter, UnicornFlowers, Vannral, Whoreothins, Winterbitch, Xo_em.
*Post-Mission==>From the moment they land on the carrier up to many years after The Mission.
sugar (i've got a taste for you) by tasteofoxidation {E}
“You’re a dog, Bradshaw.”
“Bradshaw hyphen Seresin, actually.”
Or Jake and Bradley are on their honeymoon and Bradley has a better use for his mouth than their old toxic banter.
Too Hot to Handle by callsign_striker {E}
Bradley isn't convinced about his latest posting to NAS Key West, Florida. But everything happens for a reason - even, it seems, when the air conditioner breaks.
The Tiniest Problem by BeautifulCreature {G}
Bradley has an allergic reaction to his and Jake's new puppy.
wreck my plans (that's my man) by Ravens_Words {T}
Fake dating turns into a fake engagement, which then snowballs into a fake (almost) wedding.
going back to the corner where i first saw you by iridescent {M}
Bradley’s just about resolved to finally call it a day when the power goes out. They’re plunged into immediate, opaque darkness.
There’s a lengthy pause. Bradley’s pulse slowly creeps upward as the seconds tick by, an anxious tension coiling in his gut. It truly is pitch-black; he can’t even see the outline of his hand a few inches from his face.
“Christ.” Jake’s voice cuts sharply through the stale air, breezy and amused. “And here I was assuming the millions in funding included routine generator maintenance.”
Feels Like Home by MayWilder
a window breaks down a long dark street {M}
“I’m gonna go inside,” Jake murmurs against his lips, despite how they’re flush against one another and he isn’t pulling away. “I am.” He bites at Bradley’s lower lip, prompting the other man to tighten his grip on his hips. “Remind me again why?” “Cause we’re taking it slow and proper,” Jake reminds him. He lets his hands fall down the slope of Bradley’s shoulders and squeezes his biceps. “Dates. Holding hands. Maybe even a date where we hold hands.” Bradley chuckles and ducks his face down into Jake’s neck. “Right. Romance.” *** alternatively titled: Four Times Jake Romances Bradley + 1 Time Bradley Romances Him Back
something to be sheltered {T}
“My wife has asked that you join us for dinner tomorrow night,” Beau says carefully. “Your wife, sir?” Jake’s brow furrows. “Why would she like to meet me?” “She thinks its important that my mentee sees a healthy work-life balance.” “I’m your mentee?” Jake teases, smirking lightly. “And you talk about me enough that your wife wants to meet me?” “You can continue to be a pain in my ass,” Beau sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “Or, you can take the offer of a free dinner with a beautiful and intellectually stimulating woman.” “Oh, I definitely want to see this side of Cyclone,” Jake grins. “Domesticated.” “You’re bordering on impertinence.” “Me? Never.” “Let’s go back to when you respected me and my position.” Jake appears to settle down, but only slightly. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. “I’d be honored to attend dinner with your family, Admiral. Just tell me a date and time.” *** or, Beau Simpson didn't mean to adopt a fully grown naval aviator, but, you know; shit happens.
all the love i didn't get to tell her {T}
Her birthday was always the worst. The anniversary of her death was manageable. It had been a day that Bradley was anticipating with dread, but it had been expected. Watching her finally close her eyes and take her last breath had come with an ugly mix of emotions. Pain, at never hearing her voice again. Relief, that she was no longer in pain. Selfish relief, that he was released from the burden of watching her deteriorate. Guilt, at the relief. And all together, it was Bradley’s grief. That terrible grief that had him clutching her lifeless hand, hours after it began to stiffen and Hospice hadn’t arrived, and - oh god, his mother was dead. Carole Bradshaw would never again make whole the lives of those around her. All of the horrible people in the world, and the beautiful shining light that was Carole Bradshaw, was out.
High Flight by GreenB3ans {T}
About post-mission life, focusing on the “found family” aspect of “Top Gun.”
hangster slice o' life by whoreothins
close shave {T}
He imagines grasping Bradley’s chin, tilting his head just so as the razor rasps down his neck, and - yep, he could kiss Mav right now. Jake looks up, waggling his eyebrows and holding up the razor. “You mentioned a shave, sweetheart?” he drawls.
Bradley is a bit unkempt for Mav’s wedding. Jake helps.
Chicken soup {G}
Well, let’s see,” Bradley says dryly, ticking the items off with his fingers as he goes, “you developed viral pneumonia from God knows where - probably one of our students - and had a fever of 104 degrees, which is the critical threshold for medical attention, you vomited all over our living room, and you were delirious, so I rushed you to the ER.”
turns out Rooster is a mother hen, after all.
hangster 'verse by milestaller {E}
like, what up, I got a big cock
“Wait. Why is your callsign Rooster, anyway?”
Phoenix snorts beer up her nose.
or, what happens when Hangman doesn't know how to quit when he's ahead.
imagine being loved by me
This is… it’s fucking nice, is what it is. It feels easy in a way that Jake never would have expected it to. It’s gotta be because they’re going back to their normal lives tomorrow, no pressure of having to see each other every day to make it awkward. A decent amount of mutual attraction helps, too.
The morning after, and beyond.
Favorite Poison by AncientAviators {M}
Reprieve (Can You Ever Forgive Me?)
“Exactly. If you wanna—” Maverick waves his hand, shaking his head— “I dunno, go start up a ranch somewhere, then do it. If you wanna go back to school, then go back to school, start a family, don’t start a family, get married or never settle down. Follow your dreams. Figure out if you even have any other dreams. Don’t…” He pauses, voice quieting, going soft and sincere, and Bradley’s chest aches a bit. “I don’t want you to ever limit yourself just because you feel like you owe it to your dad, Bradley.”
A brief moment of silence. He knows he probably shouldn't ask, he might not be able to handle the answer. “Is that why you stuck around?”
“Because of my dad, or because I felt like I owed it to yours?” Maverick asks, eyes coming back up, a small, sad smile on his lips. He holds Bradley’s gaze, the fire flickering on his face, the shadows dancing and disappearing before coming back in rapid succession.
Or: Post-Mission healing, Jake and Bradley have history, and Bradley's trying to figure out his life.
The Hand That Feeds
He kind-of wants to be, honestly. He really wants to be. He thinks he could spend the rest of his life with Bradley, doing just this. Coming home to each other, having dinner together, falling asleep in the same bed. Maybe it’s the few sips of wine he had or he’s just losing his mind, but he can almost imagine himself giving up flying for Bradley, if it meant more time with him.
They got lucky, being kept as a squadron. Jake needs to thank Iceman, Maverick, and Cyclone. He’ll have to send gift baskets.
what time is it where you are (i miss you more than anything) by cryinginthebronco {G}
Sipping on his coffee, Jake unlocks his phone and smiles to himself when he’s greeted by a stream of new messages. There are a few from his sisters and Javy, but he gets those out of the way with short replies. The thread he leaves for last is filled with short messages, photos, and a couple of videos, and Jake has to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling like an idiot. It takes him a couple of sweeps to get to the first unread message that makes warmth spread in his chest as he reads it.
or jake and bradley trying to navigate a long-distance relationship
You've Got Me Hypnotized by theinsouciantknitter {E}
Jake has a problem. A six foot one, hundred and eighty pound, absolutely fucking stacked problem. It’s got auburn curls, rugged scars, honey brown eyes. It’s the kind of problem that makes him want to slam his head into a wall and then maybe mope over a Jane Austen novel. The problem haunts both his dreams and his waking hours. The problem also hates him, which is just the icing on the cake because the problem is Bradley Bradshaw, and Jake is in love with him.
Slow Down by UnicornFlowers {G}
“So he summons all his charm and from the depths of his chest manages to gather the words,
“Are you getting tired of me?”
Those…those weren’t the words he gathered. So why did they come out?”
Or: Jake deserves endless love.
Shake it off by Happytree {E}
“This is the bit that’s going to piss you off,” Jake warned, “so think of tonight as an apology and a final hurrah okay Roo.”
“What the hell did Mav dare you?”
Jake took a deep breath as he looked him in the eyes, “No sex for two weeks.”
“That asshole!”
Your Voice Can Take Me There by greenstuff {E}
“I’m not that drunk,” Bradley protests.
Jake stops pushing him and falls in step at his side instead. Bradley immediately misses the warm pressure against his back.
“So you don’t want to go back to your place?” Jake asks in an undertone.
got me like nobody by magdarko {G}
The Daggers organize a reunion six months after the mission. So, of course, they play strip poker.
The Highs and Lows of Having a Naval Aviator as Your Omega by hockeyandfootballismyish {T}
Bradley wasn’t quite sure when he started to refer to Hangman- no Jake as his omega. It may have been sometime after the Mission when his omega saved his life and simultaneously gaining his second kill to cement his title as one of the best currently or maybe it was when they hooked up for the first time and Bradley couldn’t help but stare in absolute awe at the man riding his knot and taking his pleasure as he pleased.
A Life With Blondes by Aphroditedany {T}
Two years after the events of Top Gun : Maverick and an ugly accident involving Jake, Bradley and Maverick, the Dagger Squad members discover an interesting fact about Jake's personal life.
it simply is by hypnagogicpunisher {M}
It starts simply.
The other Daggers joke about changing his callsign to Pheidippides, ask him when he’s running his next marathon. They’ve seen him pushing through the workouts, running the extra mile, the deepest, ugliest parts of his soul hopes they’ve noticed physical change with that too.
And unsaid words sting in the back of his throat that Pheidippides died at the end of his run.
’til the storm breaks loose by vannral {E}
'”Do you want to stay?” Rooster asks, willing to meet him half-way since Jake can’t get a goddamn word out.
Jake lifts his chin, his jaw clenched so hard he might crack his teeth into ground up glass.'
In which Bradley’s going into heat, Jake checks up on him and they’re faced with just how much they mean to each other. (+snapshots of their life together afterwards.)
Use Your Words and Everything Will be Alright by HopeaLumi {E}
They've been dating for almost two years and Rooster still has trouble communicating and Hangman... is hanging in there.
young | numb | starved by crueltether {G}
“Where’s your head, Bradshaw?” Jake asks softly, letting the backs of his fingers trail a path up the valley of Bradley’s abs to the hollow of his chest and then back down. “Y’been quiet since we got here.”
what momma don't know by collieflower {M}
“You never told your Momma we got married.”
Bradley tensed under him before shooting straight up to his elbows. Jake jostled, ending up with his hands propped up on either side of Bradley, bare inches from his face.
“Shit,” Bradley hissed.
“Yeah, shit.”
-
When Bradley learned that Mav pulled his papers, he was angry. When he learned it was on his mother's request? He was furious.
In which the Bradshaw-Mavericks are too stubborn to have an essential conversation, and Bradley's been running so long he'd accidentally left his mother behind.
Where Most of Love is Found by thatsquirrelfromiceage {M}
“It won’t be your fault, okay?” Hangman continues. “None of it. But you have to go, now. There’s no point in both of us dying.”
There’s a gentleness to his tone that before today, Phoenix would have scarcely believed him capable of. Unforgivably, she feels the anger start to ebb away, despair crawling up through her veins to take its place. “The point,” she growls through tears, “is that you’re my team. You’re my team, Bagman. I am not leaving you behind.”
Or: a year after the suicide mission, and six months after the Daggers have reunited to form their own squadron, Natasha and Jake are caught in a gas explosion.
he loves me, i love him not by hey_its_me88 {M}
Exactly three days before their leave ends, before he gets shipped off to Japan and Bradley to Florida, Jake opens his door to find the mustached pilot standing on his steps with a bouquet of roses.
Jake shuts the door.
speak low if you speak love by andrealyn {T}
You'd think that after the Dagger mission, Hangman and Rooster would pull their heads out of their asses and realize that they're both being idiots about how they clearly want to get together. Unfortunately for everyone around them, their stubbornness reigns supreme.
It leaves their friends with no choice but to Much Ado the shit out of matchmaking them together.
Fire in the Blood and Smoke in the Air by MadeItUp {M}
Dirty and Sweet (Get it on)
As things wind down after the mission, Rooster struggles with a need for something a little dangerous. That something absolutely should not – cannot – be Jake Seresin. But a little friendly competition and a lot of alcohol can go a long way to changing a man's mind.
Hangman eyes Rooster’s empty beer, then his own. “How about that second shot?”
“You tryna put me off my game?”
“I don’t need you drunk to beat you, Rooster.”
“What do you need me drunk for?”
feels good to know one thing
Jake doesn’t have the best relationship with his family, so when he’s summoned home for a special occasion, he calls up the one person he can trust to stick with him – after all, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has never ever lost a wingman. But he’s about to find out that getting shot down in enemy territory to save Mav was a whole lot easier than surviving a long weekend chez Seresin.
“So it’s a big family thing?” Jake says carefully. “Everyone bringing their partners?”
“Well of course, Charlie’s promised to bring the kids and I’ve not even met Matty’s new girlfriend—”
“So that means I can bring someone?”
Silence on the line. His mom is no fool. She knows when she’s been played.
“Of course, Jakey,” she says. “You’re welcome to bring anyone you like.”
Will Get Fooled Again
Personal history isn’t enough to get in the way of professional opportunity, and when Lieutenant Commanders Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw are selected to develop a pioneering Strategy Development Program at TopGun, working with the best young aviators the fleet has to offer, each figures they’re up to the challenge both in the air and on the ground. After all, a little rivalry can heighten the senses and bring out the best results…
Or it can bring out something else altogether.
“I’m not hard to impress,” Jake says, laying the cue down on the table. “I just don’t like people kissing my ass.”
“Really?” Rooster says, and there’s a marginally lower register to his voice, a flicker of something crossing his expression that has excitement sparking in Jake’s gut.
Walking round to take his drink from where he’s left it, Jake faces the others, resting the ass in question on the table and taking a sip of his drink, before answering.
“Hero worship’s for people who don’t know their own worth.” He flashes a winning smile at his friends. “Some of us don’t need it.”
The Dagger Squad by BeccaAnne814 {M}
After the Dagger Squad proved they were the best of the best, the Navy decides to keep the team together. These hotheaded pilots love to tease and torment each other, so how much worse will it be when they’re all living under the same roof?
Sweet Tooth by xo_em
Tiramisu (Take Me Home) {T}
It’s always like this - going home. It takes so much out of him. But what is leave for, if not family?
What a Great Word, Milkshake {T}
Bradley curses Natasha under his breath. He’d let slip in recent conversation that he might be developing decidedly not-so-platonic feelings for the man currently sitting in his passenger seat. A mistake, apparently.
Birthday Cake {M}
It’s Jake’s birthday today and he hates it.
Toothache {T}
Bradley wakes with his arms full.
No Sweeter Fruit Than This (Apple Pie) {E}
There are a few peculiar things of note about Jake Seresin.
No More Wasting Time by DraconisWing24441 {E}
Having just completed a mission that required multiple miracles, Bradley thinks the most miraculous thing of all is that he’s not furious at Maverick anymore. Or Hangman. Now that his relationship with Maverick is on the mend after talking about their past, Bradley starts to realize some other things. Like the fact that Hangman isn't such a bad guy and he maybe actually really likes him, like, a lot. Jake, meanwhile, starts to realize that Bradley may not, in fact, hate him for being an ass, while also trying to hide the fact that he’s been in love with Rooster for years. Without the anger characterizing every interaction, Bradley and Jake are left with the conclusion that there's more there that they hadn’t realized until now. But, as Bradley and Jake's icy relationship unexpectedly begins to thaw into a tentative friendship, the friction that existed between them sparks something deeper than they ever expected. Letting go of the past and respective fears is harder than they thought, but when it comes down to it, the question remains: will they have the courage to leap off their perches and take the shot?
I took the stars from your eyes and then I made a map by dalearden {E}
Before Jake knows it, his jaw has dropped and the gears in his brain have stopped turning as he struggles to process what he’s seeing.
He’s seen Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw all dressed up before, a few times over through the course of their respective careers that kept forcing them together as though fate was playing a twisted little game with them, but somehow, this time it hits different.
bad idea, right? by ok_thanks {M}
From: ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!!! (AGAIN)
No greeting for me?
Don’t I get that Bradshaw hospitality?
Can You Feel My Heart? by bubbles_1801 {T}
I Can't Drown My Demons, They Know How To Swim
A few months after the mission marks the 5th anniversary of Jake’s first air-to-air kill. After a poorly timed comment from one Bradley Bradshaw, Jake spirals into a depression. Can his new found family rescue him from himself? More importantly, will he let them?
I'm Scared To Get Close, And I Hate Being Alone
After an unexpected voicemail from his father, Jake finds himself getting a migraine for the first time in years. The pain is almost too much to bare and he's still unsure of his standing within his newfound family. Cue Bradley being the best boyfriend and Ice and Mav being the worried parents that they are.
Set between the main story and epilogue of I Can't Drown My Demons, They Know How To Swim.
Misconceptions by SamHeartfilia {M}
Jake "Hangman" Seresin received an incomplete mating claim from one Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw a week after graduating from the Naval Academy. No one but his best friend know, and now that the uranium mission is over, things are looking up. His claim is completed and he's feeling like himself for the first time in years.
Of course, everything starts change when his secrets come out. Secrets he was only just coming to terms with himself.
newton's law of motion by noona96n {T}
law i inertia
Bradley's hospitalized immediately after The Mission, and Jake has a revelation™
law ii force & acceleration
Bradley recuperates at the Seresin's Ranch and has a revelation™
the shapes of love by winterbitch {T}
sink your teeth into me (keep me)
Rooster doesn't need to know what animal Hangman shifts into, but he sure wants to find out. It's just another piece of the man he's hopelessly in love with, and he wants to know everything, no matter how much his friends tease him. Through a series of events, he finally finds out, and maybe gets more than expected Or shifter au where rooster is a wolf, hangman is [redacted], there's a LOT of pining, and icemav are cute together (ice is a tiger, mav is a fennec). they get their happy end
I see forever in your eyes
Having gotten together (and engaged in the same day), Rooster and Hangman don't get any less annoying with their behaviour. Rooster would even argue that their friends are more annoyed with them now, but he's too deliriously happy to care. He has the love of his life by his side, his friends surrounding him, and he's getting married. Life is great (and it's about to get even better) Or shifter au with smitten puppy rooster, disgustingly in love hangster, some background icemav and ANOTHER proposal
#Post-Mission Recs List#hangster#sereshaw#hangaroo#bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈
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