#Reuban

[luciferjeremywhite]

#Good drinks #Food ideas #List of #Good food #Tastes good #Tasty #Ideas for #Dinner #Lunch #Sweets #Reuban #Oolong tea #Fried mushrooms #Best food #Food to try #Food list #Food #Meal to make #My favorite food #I like most #Trying #Great tasting food #Things to eat #What to cook

[forthegothicheroine]

30 Days of Horror, Day 22- best death scene

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1992)

"Ooh! Ahh! Ooh! Ahh! Ooh! Ah..."

#30 days of horror #buffy the vampire slayer 1992 #paul reuban's death scene #i was so happy to see him on wwdits referencing this!

[desert-fern]

"Today we don't fight for one life, we fight for all of them."

Dagger Avengers Assemble! Check out the rest of the moodboard collection here!

#dagger!avengers #the avengers #top gun Maverick #moodboards #black panther #black panther!Reuban #reuben payback fitch

[hangmansgbaby]

Spent some time searching for pics for G&L….

Enjoy the couple vibes I found

Jake & Emory

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Bob & Birdie

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Bradley & Attie

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Mickey & Nadia

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Nat & Fern

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Reuben & Jayde

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Javy & Nikki

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Best couples I’ve ever written! Okay bye🫠

Taglist: @mayhemmanaged @dakotakazansky @cherrycola27 @thedroneranger @desert-fern @sarahsmi13s @hisredheadedgoddess28 @roosters-girl @bobby-r2d2-floyd @startrekfangirl2233 @footprintsinthesxnd @angelbabyange @djs8891 @twsssmlmaa @daggersquadphantom @kmc1989 @roosterforme @beccaanne814 @callsign-magnolia

#cm gunpowder & lead #cm mm gunpowder & lead #mm gunpowder & lead #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun x reader #jake & emory seresin #bob & birdie floyd #attie blake & bradley bradshaw #mickey & nadia garcia #nat trace & fern spades #reuban fitch & jayde smith #javy machado & nikki james #persephone & the furies #hades & the spartans

[katiesharms]

i'm praying you don't see the signs (praying for you to be mine) - ch. 6

read on ao3!

a/n: second-to-last chapter! rooster's is tomorrow.

Payback sees it a few months after the mission.

Well, he sees it the minute Hangman lands after saving Maverick and Rooster's asses and promptly shoves his tongue down Phoenix’s throat. But he doesn’t understand it until they’re on their first deployment post-Mission.

They’re all on the same carrier, with him and Fanboy assigned to the same squadron as Phoenix (and now Bob), while Hangman and Coyote are on a different squadron, but the same carrier. Payback loves having so many of the aviators from the mission still around, and that’s not even counting Fritz, Omaha, and Halo back at Lemoore when they dock. But it’s three months into a seven-month deployment and Rueben is starting to feel restless. And annoyed, since Fanboy ditched him.

Mickey asked him to meet up on the top deck to watch the sunset, but it's nearing time, and his WSO is nowhere in sight. Payback hates being up here during deployment, the vastness of the ocean stretched across in all directions positively unnerving without the comfort of an F-18 curled around him. He’s ready to call it quits when he sees her. 

Phoenix is standing against the railing a few feet in front of him, arms crossed as she gazes out at the sea. Her face isn’t visible but he can tell from her wide stance and the tension in her shoulders that she’s on edge about something. He starts towards her to offer a friendly ear or a pick-me-up when Hangman suddenly swoops in.

“I knew I’d find you here,” he greets Phoenix and she turns to look at him briefly before looking back out to the sea. 

Payback knows he should leave, turn around and go back below deck, but something, probably curiosity, is keeping him in place. He finds the two of them so inscrutable, so confusing, that he’s itching a little for a glimpse in. Also, Fanboy would kill him if he didn’t stick around for at least a little while to eavesdrop.

“I’m always here at sunset,” Phoenix says, voice hard and unyielding.

“C’mere,” Hangman sighs and wraps an arm around her waist, resting his hand against the small of her back. As he pulls her towards him, turning their bodies so they can be chest to chest, he asks, “do you want to talk about it?”

To Payback’s surprise, Phoenix doesn’t resist the guidance from Hangman and instead leans into it, bringing her hands up to his shoulders and relaxing her body against his so that her forehead rests on his chest. Her answer is muffled by the material of his flight suit and Payback can’t make it out, despite straining his ears.

“Babe, it’s not that big of a deal.”

And that was the wrong thing to say because Phoenix lifts her head at that, mouth agape. 

“Not a big deal? It was an Admiral’s Mast, Jake.” 

Payback hadn't known she was called into an Admiral’s Mast. The last time their squadron did patrol, she flew out past their designated boundary. Not far enough that it was really a problem, but certainly further than was allowed. She stayed out there until control called her back, and she even looked sheepish about it. She later admitted it was because she saw s pod of dolphins swimming and hadn’t even realized she was out of the boundary. In Payback’s mind, she didn’t really do anything that bad, nothing worse than what other pilots do up there.

“You didn’t actually get in trouble, right? Admiral Shane just wants to flex his muscles. He can’t stand that the best pilot of this ship is a woman and relished the opportunity to knock you down a peg. Don’t let him.”

Payback has to agree with Hangman’s assessment. Shane is an absolute dickhead who believes the Navy should never have let women fly. Or black people, for that matter. Because of that, their squadron is his least favorite, and they’re held to a ridiculously higher standard than others.

“You’d be upset about getting told off.” 

Hangman nods in agreement but still says, “and I would let what he said roll off my back. C’mon, Trace. We both know when to take the higher-ups seriously and when to just let them get whatever it is out of their system.”

The use of ‘we’ sparks Payback’s curiosity. Like Hangman is so sure he and Phoenix will react the same way, will reach the same conclusions. Phoenix made it seem that way, too.

“You’re right,” Phoenix concedes and Payback’s jaw drops. She actually admitted someone else was right, and that person was Hangman. Maybe this deck is an alternate universe. “So you think I’m the best pilot on the ship, huh?” Her voice is teasing, but Hangman just smiles in response.

“Hey, I haven’t gone up yet today. Those rankings could change in an instant.”

She rolls her eyes. “When do you go up?”

“In a few hours, got stuck with the graveyard shift.”

Phoenix’s face, or at least the profile of it Payback can see, takes on a more serious expression. “Don’t forget-”

“Come back,” Hangman interrupts, a soft smile on his face. “Yeah, Nat, I know. I always do.”

She smiles up at him, something soft and private, and when she leans in to kiss him, Payback decides he’s seen enough. As he slinks back downstairs, he contemplates what he’ll tell Fanboy. A lot of that seemed too private, too intimate to be shared. Maybe he’ll just tell him that he finally gets it.

#top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #hannix #phoenix x hangman #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #hangman x phoenix #my writing #reuban payback fitch

[destage]

CAST ( IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE )   ,     SCRIBDE IN THE ROLE OF REUBAN ‘PAYBACK’ FITCH  ,     DESTAGE IN THE ROLE OF MICKEY ‘FANBOY’ GARCIA  .    SEND THIS MEME FOR A STARTER   ,     ​  ❛   YOU LOOK AWFUL,    WHAT HAPPENED?   ❜

there’s laughter saccharine as it falls from his lips,    a brightened shade offered out,    not sinking into the depths where others might have lay after a night like his.    he wears ruin like sunshine,    a slowly purpling splotch high on his left cheekbone and darkening by the moment,    branding his expression with evidence.    an exaggeration in the way he flops down into the open chair by the man’s side,    falling artlessly beside @scribde as if exhaustion has planted weights in his body and gravity works overtime to pull them down.    there’s a heaviness about the moment,    already regretting that he’ll need to wake up earlier to be presentable,    planning water by the side of the bed and pain - killers to bring the sunrise up.       ❛  ask the others when they get in.    their business...    i just got pulled down into the middle of it.   ❜

#<3 #iv. scribde ‚ reuban ‘payback’ fitch. #ii. in character ‚ mickey garcia.

[thetownwecallhome]

"I'll name you 'fingers'"

Lock found an egg in Easter Town and decided to take it home. He's been feeling a little down since bathtub officially broke down.

Not that Fingers can't help with that though:

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(( tribute art to our one and only Peewee Paul Reubans.

And yes, the comics are coming along fine. It's just taking awhile (as always.))

#potential future #the nightmare before christmas #nightmare before christmas #paul reubens #lock shock and barrel #halloween town

[smokecheeseeveryday]

Has anyone thought that maybe the Ratgrinders, didn't kill Lucy. Maybe they think The Bad Kids did it and that's why they're acting so shady. Maybe bc Jace or someone else is manipulating them into thinking that.

I feel like I'm getting the vibe that they don't know as much about what's going on as we think they do. The Devil's Honey could be something Jace is using to cover up his involvement.

My guesses:

Jace is also a descendant of Buccor, probably involved in some sort of Ankarna cult. (Has anyone ever seen what the sorcery class does if they're just fucking around all the time?)

He persuaded Lucy Frostblade to change domains to bring Ruvina's sister back.

Lucy didn't realize how corrupted Ankarna was and reacted poorly or tried to restore her and Jace preferred this version

He's been isolating the Ratgrinders from their families to make them more vulnerable (Reuban and Henry)

He is somehow responsible for Kipperlilly's independent wealth (part of Kalvaxus' hoard?)

He's tricked them into ingesting the devil's honey to alter their memories of events to more clearly implicate the bad kids and disguise his involvement.

He's been deliberately playing the groups off of each other to release Buccor and bring Ankarna back

I haven't figured out what his end goal with this could be,maybe since Ankarna was corrupted into the god of conquest he might be trying to take over the world?

I'm but it would explain him speaking with Kalina, aiding the Nightmare King to bring back her wife.

Sidenote I think Zara and her celestial lover are somehow involved. Do we know what divinity her lover serves in the celestial plane?

I also feel like Porter is involved, but I'm not certain that he's super deep in the conspiracy. I kind of feel like he might be in on bringing Ankarna back, but her uncorrupted form. Given what he said to Gorgug and Fig about rage I think his idea of it is much more in line with righteous fury (especially as a paladin)

#jace stardiamond #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high spoilers #the ratgrinders #the bad kids #kipperlilly copperkettle #ruben hopclap #henry hopclap #zara sool #porter cliffbreaker #gorgug thistlespring #figueroth faeth #ankarna fantasy high #cassandra fantasy high

[ohtobeleah]

Im crying, screaming, throwing up. Leah, you’re putting your whole ass pussy into these updates. I can’t wait for the next update.

Bro. The way I literally spent six hours writing this yesterday. Six! I couldn’t stop. I just had to get it out. Anyway, as always—here’s the Terms Of Endearment Masterlist

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Dot was a smart little girl. She knows when things aren't right. She knows when Bob pulls up in a driveway that isn't Jakes that something is wrong. With her little heart already broken enough from her traumatic pick up from daycare, but when she sees a woman standing out on the front veranda that isn't you, her bottom lip quivers. Where were you?

“Where's Mamma?” Dot asked as she came to from her nap in her booster seat, Bob felt his heart break inside his chest because how do you tell a two year old that their mother is in the hospital? 

“Mama’s gonna be back soon Dotty.” God Bob couldn't handle all this, he had no idea how you did it for so long without crying out for help. “Thanks for taking her on such short notice.” Bob is far too rattled for Chelsea Fitch to be comfortable with. “Jakes probably harassing the emergency department staff as we speak trying to get answers and Rooster was already there so–” 

“She's more than welcome for as long as needed.” Chelsea makes her way down the drive to where Bob is fishing Dot out of her booster seat. “She looks so upset–” Chelsea sighs. “Hi darling girl, it's okay baby come here.” With one swift motion, Bob was picking up the little girl everyone had gathered around to protect and handing her over to Reubans wife. Dot immediately snuggled into her shoulder, she's so tired and emotionally exhausted. There's only so much a two year old can take before they begin to shut down. “You know much about how she's doing?” 

“Nope, Jake fainted in the parking lot when he was on the phone with Rooster.” Bob relayed all that he knew as he unclipped the booster seats from the back of Penny's car to leave at the Finch household. “I didn't get a chance to ask much when I picked up the phone, just told Rooster we’d get there as soon as possible.”

“And by we you mean Amilia–” Bob just smiled, he caught the tone Chelsea used as she held Dot on her hip. Standing in the driveway as Chase clung to her leg. Bob Floyd loved the fact he wasn't the only one with a sibling he wasn't overly attached to. 

“Yes ma’am–” 

“Don't ma’am me Bob, I work for a living.” Bob couldn't keep his head from spinning on top of his shoulders if he tried. He couldn't keep up with the sharp wit and dry humour of the Australians he was suddenly in close vicinity to. 

“Sorry, sorry–force of habit.” Bob knew he should probably head over to Jakes and get some essentials sorted. It hadn't necessarily been a task bestowed upon him verbally, but Bob knew that he should, to do what he could within his means. “I'm gonna head off, I'll swing by Jakes and get some of Dot's things, stop by, then head over to the hospital.” 

“Can you tell my sister that for someone who's been in the states for less than three days on a soul searching quest or whatever bullshit she's on, she sure has a knack for finding trouble.” Chelsea chuckled as Bob just pressed his lips together in a thin line and nodded silently. “Come on bub’s let's get you two inside.” 

“Thanks again Chels–” Bob thanked Chelsea just one more time before he was heading off, leaving Odette Dolan in the Fitch’s capable hands while everything else seemed to fall through the cracks. 

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“You feeling alright?” Amilia asked as she drove Jake in silence to the hospital. There wasn’t any music playing through the speakers this time. Just pure silence filled the cab of her sister’s Sante Fe. 

“I’m sorry you got caught up in all this.” Jake swerved the question Amilia had asked as he turned to take in Amilias profile. Fuck she was real pretty. “It was incredibly unfair of me to ask you to get involved.” 

“Your niece is a real cutie.” Amilia, still focusing on the road ahead, smiled as she flicked on her indicator, turning into the Miramar Base Hospital. “I don’t think I would’ve been able to live with myself if I didn’t do something.” 

“Yeah—“ Jake sighed, letting his head fall back against the headrest. “It definitely feels like that.” 

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have your sister and her ex been separated?” Jake just looked at Amilia, who for a split second turned her head to look back at Jake. “I don’t mean to pry.” Jake took notice to the way Amilias voice sounded softer in her regret to ask. “And by all means man you don’t have to tell me shit—just tell me to shut up and my lips are sealed.” Jake couldn’t handle the way Amilia turned her head back to the road ahead, she was so genuinely concerned about what was going on to people she’d never met before. “I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry—it’s too personal.” 

“No, no you're good.” Jake cleared his throat, thinking about how to explain your circumstances. “Emotionally I’d say ever since the first time he laid his hands on her.” Jake remarked, balling his fist at the thought as he clenched his jaw. “But uh, she ran out on him a few months back, turned up on my doorstep beaten half to death with enough alcohol in her system that I would have believed her if she said she identified as a distillery.” Jake chuckled, it hurt to make peace with the fact this had been your life, your rock bottom. “I promised her if she stayed here then she’d be safe, that I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her yet here we are—“ Jake finally turned his head back to where Amilia sat in the driver's seat, looking for a park. “I don't know how to keep her safe.” 

Amilia didn’t respond straight away, the air was too heavy around her, she could feel the weight of Jake's world on her shoulders. No one deserved to feel that kind of guilt. It wasn’t his fault, what that Jaidyn guy had done wasn’t a reflection on Jake. He was only one person, how much could he honestly do? 

“The next dude that tries to kiss my fucking foreheads gonna cop a head-butt instead so we both end up hurt and confused.” Jake couldn’t help but to laugh softly as he looked at Amilia, this crazy, random woman he’d met that same morning felt like an extension of himself. Amilia had kissed him in the parking lot of his niece's day care not half an hour ago. Why had he not ended up copping a headbutt. He surely had a headache, but that was from smacking his head on the ground when he lost all control. 

“Can’t say that doesn’t sound like a good strategy—“ There’s a few moments of silence as Amilia gives up circling the full car park and just decides it’s probably best to drop Jake off at the emergency department. She hits the curb slightly and Jake cringes at the thought of the gutter rash her rims were gonna end up with. “Jesus—“ 

“Sorry.” It’s not hard to notice the embarrassment laced in Amilias tone as she puts the car in park. “I’m still getting used to the whole left side steering and right side roadway.” 

“How long have you been in the states for?” Jake asks, he’s reluctant to get out of the car because he knows the second he does he’s gonna lose his mind. Amilia Fisher seemed to keep Jake level headed. He needed that in all this, a guiding light. A lighthouse.

“Considering I’ve lost track of what day it is from the jet lag and copious amounts of caffeine I’ve been pumping I’d guest about three days, give or take a few hours.” 

“Three days and you're slashing people’s tyres!?” Jake genuinely laughs for the first time all day. He feels the butterflies in his stomach take flight when Amilia matches his energy and laughs with him, nodding. 

“I didn’t know what else to do!?” As the laughter drifted off into nothing, Amilia let herself settle into the back of her car seat. “You should probably get out now.” 

“I don’t think I can go in there.” Jake held back tears, he wasn’t ready to accept he’d let you down. “Can’t see her like that.” He wasn’t ready to face you. “I fucked up, I can’t—“ 

“Hey, listen.” Amilia cooed as Jake tried his best to hold himself together, he was falling apart at the seams. “Just breathe.” A gentle hand with manicured nails that make Jake's skin rise with goosebumps reaches out to cup his cheek. “She really needs you, but it’s okay to feel like you don’t have your shit together.” 

“You got anywhere to be?” Jake asked, it was his way of asking Amilia to stay. She just shook her head, she knew what he meant. 

“Been the longest fucking day ever and I could really use a beer, but I got absolutely nowhere else to be.” 

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Bradley hated hospitals. He’d never been one to associate hospitals with good memories. It’s where he’d gone with his mum when he’d found out he’d died in a training accident and It was where he said goodbye to his mum one last time before she left to be with her best friend again. 

Now, as he sat in the waiting room tapping his foot on the ground impatiently waiting for someone, anyone to give him an update on how you were—he couldn’t help his mind from wondering. What if you were about to join the ever growing list of people Bradley Bradshaw had lost in his life? 

“Bradshaw!” Jake bellowed out as he came barreling through the front doors of the emergency department, Amilia in toe. “Where is she?” Rooster stood to meet Jake in an embrace that put all others to shame. Brother in arms. Jake wraps his arms around Bradley as Bradley took him in tight. Both silently silencing their painful sobs in each other's embrace. “Where is she?” 

“In surgery I think?” Rooster explained. “They wouldn’t tell me much because I still haven’t handed back the paperwork they asked me to fill out on her behalf.” It’s when Jake steps back that Bradley sees Amilia standing there. She’s a little on the short side, and by a little he means a lot. Respectfully Jake and Bradley tower over her. It wouldn’t be hard to lose her in a crowd. Amilia Fisher was definitely someone you’d tie a helium balloon to just to keep an eye on her. 

“Who’s this?” Bradley asks, he thinks he knows. She looks a little familiar. Jake just steps aside, allowing Amilia to outstretch her hand to shake Bradley’s. “God You look like someone I know—“

“Uh, Chelsea Fitch is my sister, you both apparently work with my brother in law.” It all clicks in Rooster's mind when he hears the mention of Payback's wife. “Amilia, Amilia Fisher.” 

“You’re the one who took the video this morning?” Bradley smirks, he can see the look on Jake’s face clear as day. The guys hooked. 

“That’s me.” Amilia confirms, Jakes just crossing his arms across his chest as Rooster sends him an all knowing look. He’d fallen in love at first sight with you, what was so hard to believe about the same happened to Jake Seresin. 

“She slashed Jaidyn’s tires too, made sure he couldn’t leave before Bob and I got there.” Jake mentioned and Bradley just raised his eyebrows in shock. 

“No shit?” 

“Bob took Odette to Paybacks place, he called me while I was on my way over—said he wouldn’t be too far away? Cyclone called off training for the rest of the week and sent everyone home.” Jake mumbled as he yawned, stretching his back out as he did so. 

“Yeah he said something about not being able to have people flying multi million dollar fighter jets around while there’s an internal investigation going on.” Bradley sighed. He was exhausted. “Where’s Jaidyn now?” 

“On his way to the station, I called the cops—they took him off in cuffs at the daycare.” Amilia explained as she looked around. “This a Military Hospital or General Public?” Bradley just looked at Jake who shrugged his shoulders back at him. Both men decided they needed to take a seat. Sitting side by side as Bradley handed Jake the half filled in paperwork. 

“How bad is it?” Jake asked under his breath. Bradley just pressed his lips together, he knew Jake had taken notice of the blood that stained Bradley’s hands and uniform. He knew what the answer was already. He just needed to hear Rooster say it. 

“Medic said her jaw was broken before we even got here, he must have really laid into her because I could hardly recognise her.” It absolutely killed Bradley to relay this information, he could see from the expression on Jake’s face alone that it killed him to know. But they needed to share each other’s heartbreak to get through this. “She’s tough though, never stopped fighting back—“ 

“We let her down.” Jake stated as a matter of fact. He was pissed at Jaidyn for everything he’d done to you but more importantly he was pissed at himself for allowing him to get close enough to her you. 

“I know.” Braldey swallowed the lump in his throat as Jake filled in everything he knew about you from a lifetime of friendship. It didn’t seem like enough though as he sat there, looking around to see if anyone was coming to update them. “I know we did.” 

Amilia opted to shout the two naval aviators who looked far too out of place a packet of chips from the vending machine. She knew well enough that they weren’t hungry, but they needed something in their system. Handing over the packet of chips, one each as she looked down at Bradley and Jake, gesturing for them to take the bags of air. 

“My favourite is cheese and onion but I can’t speak for Lays, wouldn’t know what’s good or bad here so I thought I’d play it safe with the original.” 

Jake just took Amilia in for all she was worth, Bradley could practically see the heart eyes he was sending over as he grazed Amilias outstretched hand and took the packet of chips. 

“Thanks—“ Jake cooed as Amilia came to sit beside him. Bradley hummed to himself when she opened her own packet, offering Jake a few from her packet in the hopes he’d share his with her in return. 

He did. 

Bradley couldn't help but to smile, Jake deserved to fall in love. He deserved someone who was as willing, kind, and above all as annoying as he was. Amilia Fisher gave off that vibe.

He just wished you were here to witness it too. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

Admiral Beau Simpson had never felt more like a failure than he did in the moments he sat behind his desk recording on a blank disc the seven minute assault that had left you dangerously close to death. He had never seen such a violent act against a woman. But what else he saw amongst the beating was bravery—

“I need someone to contact the local authorities, this guy is an animal.” Cyclone explained as he tried to peel his eyes away from the monitor, but he couldn’t. He knew he owed it to you to sit there and watch what he’d let happen by not stepping in sooner. “Why are you still here?” 

“Sorry sir.” One of the administrators that Cyclone had called into his office babbled out as he ran to make sure that the request of the admiral would be conducted. Almost as soon as he had left, Pete Mitchell was stepping into his office, wearing a confused expression. 

Like this day couldn’t get any fucking worse for Beau Simpson. 

“Why have you suspended all training until further notice and sent my team home?” Maverick asked, leaning over Cyclone's desk. “What’s going on—“

“You need to get down to the Base Hospital, Lieutenant Bradshaw is there with Y/n.” Cyclone could barely stomach enough courage to say what he needed to say. He made himself sick. “Allocations were made, they were dismissed when they should have been properly adhered to.” He sighed in disapproval of his own actions. Leaning back in his chair as he looked at the man who was in all aspects a better man than he was in the moment. “Felix was taken to hospital about two hours ago and I’ve opened an internal investigation into the situation. Your team is grounded until further notice, Captain.” Pete frowned as he took in what Admiral Simpson had just told him. He had been wondering where Rooster was, where Hangman had gone off to and why Bob was suddenly missing in action. 

He paused for a moment, wondering if what his initial thought was truly what had been the case. 

“Her ex got to her did he?” Maverick pressed his lips together as Cyclone begrudgingly nodded in conformation. “I told you when I found out he first got reposted that something would happen if you didn’t keep an eagle eye on that son of a bitch, didn’t I?” 

It was true. When Jaidyn had first showed up in North Island, Jake had asked if Mav could possibly pull some strings. He tried to warn Admiral Simpson what would happen, but his predictions fell on deaf ears. Maverick couldn’t tell at the time if Cyclone just didn’t want to know, was too self centred to get involved or if he just didn’t care enough about his personnel to do anything about it. 

“The only reason he took up this posting, Sir, was to get at her—I told you that and what did you do?”

Cyclone just closed his eyes—He knew what he had done. Nothing. If anyone had failed you it was Beau Simpson. “You told me to fall back in line, told me that if Felix had a problem she could come to you, but when she did what did you do?” Maverick hissed—he swore with the pressure building on his teeth as he clenched them tight he was about to break at least four. “You sent her away.” 

“I was just following protocol—“ 

“When has following protocol ever worked in the case of domestic violence, Sir.” Maverick left it at that as he made his way over to the door. Speaking over his shoulder before Pete Mitchell went to explain to the remaining members of his Dagger crew what was going on. “It’s people like you who make the system so flawed it does more damage than good.” 

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The sun had well and truly gone down by the time Bradley and Jake saw a doctor heading anywhere towards their immediate vicinity. Amilia had fallen asleep beside where Jake sat, her head felt natural on his shoulder and he, in every sense of the word, hadn’t had the heart to move her. 

Bob had shown up an hour ago. He’d packed up a bunch of Odette stuff and dropped it off at Paybacks place before he made his way over. He’d filled him in on what he knew and told him as soon as he knew more he’d call. 

“Wonder how long it’s gonna take for someone to put us out of our misery.” Rooster mumbled, his eyelids were heavy and his feet felt numb from sitting in the hospital waiting room chair for what felt like an eternity. 

“Probably won’t be for a while still, god only knows we deserve to sit and stew in our own self pity.” Jake replied, he was just as tired as Rooster. Amilia snorted as she stirred on Jake’s shoulder. 

“You two sound fucking pathetic.” Amile Fisher had the energy of a feral princess. She was wholesome and you could definitely take her home to meet your mother if you wanted to. But she drank tequila and bourbon of any sort straight. She;d square up with a grown man without hesitation and have no problem putting someone in their place. Amilia was all about balance, and right now? Jake Seresin was all kinds of out of balance. 

“Thought you were asleep?” Jake turned his head to where Amila still had her head resting on Jake’s shoulder. 

“The sound of your insecurities woke me up.” She mumbled, looking up at Jake through tired and hooded eyes. “You aren’t responsible for this, neither is Rooster, so cut the self loathing crap out.” 

“Yes ma’am—“ Bob's ears pricked up at the sound of Jake sounding off like an aviator falling in line. He had a feeling what was coming next if Amilia was anything like her sister Chelsea. 

“Ew, don’t call me ma’am, I work for a living.” Yep, he called it. Jake felt his heart skip a beat as he leaned in to kiss Amilias forehead gently, wondering if she’d follow through with her promise to headbutt the next guy who did so—she didn’t, Jake was simply met with a warm hum. 

“Y/n Y/l/n?” There was a doctor calling your name as Braldey stood up in a frantic attempt to immediately find out more. 

“That’s us!” He said a little too loud. The doctor just made his way over to where Rooster stood. “We’re here for Fe—how is she?” The doctor standing before Bradley just looked at him blankly. He had nothing good to say.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, it was pretty touch and go for a little while but we managed to get her stable enough to hopefully see some real progress come through in the next couple of weeks.” 

“What’s the prognosis?” Jake asked, Amilia had since set up right, Jake wasn’t going to admit he missed her touch. So he pretended that he didn’t mind.

“We’ve had to wire her jaw shut but she should still be able to talk, she’ll be able to move her lips, just won’t be able to eat or drink so we’ll get her set up on a liquid drip the second she’s up.” The doctor explained and Jake wanted to vomit. 

“She suffered a pretty serious spleen rupture, most likely caused by the blunt force trauma sustained around the area so we did have to remove it entirely—she’ll have to take a course of antibiotics every few months to ward of certain bacteria, living without that particular organ puts her at higher risk for life-threatening infections but you can live without it.” Doctor Sullivan explained as the waiting room reminded silent “She’ll receive a booster vaccine for pneumococcus, and for meningococcus and haemophilus influenzae type B in two weeks.” 

“Holy shit—“ Amilia couldn’t believe what she was hearing, this was serious. 

“Can we see her?” Bradley asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“She’s being brought down from surgery now, we’ll get her set up in a room and we’ll send someone to grab you when she’s ready to be seen, however, usual visiting hours are between seven and seven, Although, judging by the seriousness of Miss Y/l/n’s injuries it’s safe for me to assume we’re dealing with some sort of abuse here?”  

“Sherlock Holmes everybody.” Jake scoffed. “Listen, all due respect, but she won’t be alone for a second while she’s here.” Jake wasn’t asking the doctor to grant them a special pass, he was telling him. Doctor Sullivan simply nodded. He knew there was no reason to fight Jake on this one. They were gonna do what they wanted to do and no one was going to get in the way of that. 

“I’ll have my chief sign off on an extenuating circumstances case order and liaise with whatever investigation is currently being conducted.” Doctor Sullivan nodded. “I’ll send someone to get you all shortly.” 

“Thanks Doc, really appreciate it.” Bradley thanked Doctor Sullivan as he shook his hand, sitting down to patiently wait for the moment he could see you again. His heart had never hurt this much before. He wanted to cry but he was sure that he had nothing left in the tank. “I’m gonna kill him.” 

“Get in line.” Jake added. He was seething, his anger threatening to consume every fibre of his being. “Fuckers gonna be breathing through a tube, if I had known what he did, I would have killed him.”

“Rhett’s coming.” Bob piped up from his own seat, Rooster didn’t know who he was talking about. “He can stay with Felix while you guys sort Jaidyn out and take care of Odette.” 

“Who’s Rhett?” Rooster asked with a confused look smeared across his face. Jake answered for Bob knowing he wasn’t all that keen on airing his shit out. 

“Bob's brother.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“Get your fucking hands off me!” Jaidyn spat as he was shoved into one of the holding cells at the North Island police station. “Are you fucking kidding me!” 

“Sir, calm down—you’re being detained for an incident that occurred this morning.” 

“You mean the innocent where I had the shit best out of me!?” Jaidyn shouted at the police officer who stood behind the other side of the bars. “I was beaten—“ 

“It was a provoked attack, we have video evidence to back the charges.” The officer explained before he turned on his heels, leaving Jaidyn to sit and stew in his own thoughts about how the fuck he was going to get the hell out of this. 

“Who took the video?” Jaidyn shouted down the hall at the police officer who had nearly rounded the corner.

“I’m not at liberty to discuss the identity of the woman who handed in that evidence.” Was all Jaidyn got in response before the officer had disappeared. Jaidyn knew exactly who he was talking about. 

“That fucking bitch.” Jaidyn remarked. It was the woman who stabbed his fucking tiers. He knew it. Amilia didn’t know it, but she had a target on her back as big as you did. As big as Jake and as big as Bradley. “That stupid fucking bitch—“ 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

Rhett Abbott hated flying. Which was incredibly ironic considering what his brother did for a living. He sat in the middle aisle of a plane he swore looked like it came straight out of the eighties and kicked himself for dropping everything he had going for himself because of one phone call. 

Rhett didn't even ride. He was so distracted by Bob's calls that he couldn't focus. He knew if he got on the back of that bull he’d come off in a split second. Unable to hold onto whatever shot at victory he had. Rhett used to look up at night and wonder about his place in the stars, but all he seemed to do these days was look down–and worry about his place on the dirt. He was going nowhere and he knew it. 

As he turned his phone on aeroplane mode and readjusted himself, Rhett wondered if San Diago would be an escape he needed. Perhaps Bob wasn't just reaching out for help, maybe he was inadvertently extending a hand to Rhett, to pull him from the vortex that was Wabang Wyoming.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

When one of the nurses on shift had come to get Bradley and Jake, it was Amilia who thought it would be a good idea for her and Bob to let them have a moment alone with you. 

“Hey Bob, I'm kinda tired, Do you wanna come grab a coffee with me?” She asked softly, Bradley knew exactly what she was doing, so did Bob, it went straight over Jakes head though–but he didn't care all that much if Amilia wanted to be here or not, all he cared about as soon as the nurse had come and told them they could finally see you was that he got to do just that. 

“Sure.” Bob nodded, he collected his things, pocketing his phone but only after checking in to see if rhett had messaged him. Still nothing. 

“We’ll uh, catch up with you guys later.” Amilia pressed her lips together before she and Bob took off in the direction of the entrance. Leaving Bradley and Jake to face the harsh reality of jaidyn’s handy work themselves. It was probably for the best this way. 

“Oh my god.” Bradley had seen what you looked like in the janitors closet, so his reaction was nowhere near as confronting as Jakes. “He did that to her?” Jake asked, it was a stupid question he already knew the answer to as he walked closer to your bedside. “Y/n–” Seeing you like this, so fragile and broken in a god damn hospital made Jake realise the only person he let down more than you was your daughter.

“She's gonna be out for a few hours still.” The nurse spoke up from her spot by the door. “Make yourselves as comfortable as you can though.” Soon enough it was just Jake and Bradley staring at you as you lay sleeping, high off your face on copious amounts of painkillers in a hospital bed. Battered and bruised. Beaten nearly to death.

“I can't imagine what would have been going through her mind when she was in there.” Jake spoke quietly as he stroked the pad of his thumb across your swollen cheek. “Probably thought that no one was coming.” It was a dig at himself. 

“Cyclone said that there's footage.” Bradley spoke as he sat down in the chair beside your bed, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “He didn't think to check for a camera like he had in her hanger, this could be what puts him behind bars.” 

“He’d wanna hope so–” Jake hissed. “Because if I ever see that fucker again ill put him in the ground.” 

“Dot cant see her mum like this Jake.” Bradley couldn't take his eyes of you as he spoke. He was too afraid that if he did you'd stop breathing. “Look at her, she's a mess–it'll do more damage than good, to the both of them.” 

“We’ll do shifts, she needs us to be as reliable as rain in Seattle.” Jake knew where this conversation was going, so he bit the bullet before Rooster even needed to plead his case. “I know how you feel, and I know my place in all this mess.” He explained, pushing your hair behind your ear. “You decide what you wanna do and I'll follow your lead.” 

“I'm not Odette's dad, Jake.” 

“You’re the closest thing she's got to one, so you decide, if you wanna be here i'll look after Dot, if you wanna look after Dot i'll be here, but she needs someone here with her all the time.” 

“I feel like I can't breathe.” Bradley held a hand to his chest as his eyes welled with tears, Jake moved around to the side of the bed Rooster sat beside and placed a firm hand on his shoulder from behind. “She's the love of my life man, they both are.” 

“I meant what I said when I said she deserves the world Bradshaw, and if I know anyone deserving of her, I'm looking at him.” Jake recited what he’d told Bradley in the very beginning. “So we’ll both sit here, formulate a schedule, and figure out where we go from here so when Y/n wakes up, she knows that Dots all taken care of.” 

“Its gonna break her fucking heart that she won’t be able to see her.'' Bradley knew how you would react. You'd done so much to protect her and now you wouldnt even hold your daughter. “She's gonna flip.” 

“I'd rather have her flip out on us and be safe and in the care of doctors and nurses who want to help then have her traumatise her own daughter, because right now she looks like Frankenstein's bride.” 

“Don't let her hear you say that.” Bradley chuckled to himself as Jake tapped his best friend's shoulder, knowing that they were both over exhausted and struggling to stay awake. 

“I'll just tell her you said it.” Jake teased before making his way over to the other vacant chair in the corner of the room. “While she's indisposed we should start moving her shit into your house so when she's discharged you can take her and Dot home where they belong.”

“You think she’d be alright with that?” Bradley asked as he kissed the palm of your hand, holding it between his hands as he brought it up to his cheek. “And since when have you been so okay with her moving in?” Jake didn't answer straight away as he unbuttoned his flight suit, tied the arms around his waist and sat with an exaggerated sigh. 

“Since you chose her above everything else.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

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[number-1-panstander]

tag yourself I’m Reuban

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[dagger-wren]

Pamper Night

Warnings- none (just a poorly written fluff)

Mainly Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

It all started on a typical weekday evening. You hummed as you stood in front of the mirror, wrapped in a soft towel and hair pulled back with a hairband. Your hands smoothed over your cheeks as you applied a pale green cream to your face.

Leant against the door frame, his flight suit unzipped Bradley watched you with his arms folded and lovesick expression on his face. He must have come home while you were the shower.

"Hey, Baby" you smiled, glancing in his direction before back at the mirror. "You just gonna stare or do you want some?" You teased gently after he didnt move from his spot.

"I always want some, honey" he said with a shiteating grin before he quickly moved forward and lifted a squealing you onto the counter.

You laughed as you steaded yourself on the counterside, holding his shoulders, even though he had a supportive hold on you. You kissed his cheek, careful not to cover him in the face mask.

"I meant some of the mask, you big dork" you smiled as he kissed your shoulder before pulling back with a frown.

"What even is it?" He looked from your face to the tub in your hand to your face again, before sniffing the tub. "Hm, smells nice. Can you eat it?"

"No" you laughed before grabbing a damp wash cloth beside you and wiping a grease smudge off his cheek. "It goes on your face, makes your skin healthy"

"Sorry, baby" He said softly, suddenly realising he was covered in sweat, grease and smelled like jet fuel. "I was working on the plane with Mav. Your here as flesh as daisy and I'm all... this" He gestured to himself.

Bradley moved to step away but you held onto him, locking your legs around him like a koala. "We can always shower again when the masks are done"

He raised an eyebrow at you "Oh yeah?" He smirked "alright, smother it on me, baby"

After a few moments of content silence, Bradley visibly started to relax under your fingertips smooting dolaps of product on his face. "Will it actually work? I mean you face is always beautiful, you don't need this"

"It feels nice to pamper yourself and treat your skin" you kissed a bare part of his cheek "also this face ain't cheap. It's masks like this that help"

He hummed at you "Whatever you say, honey. It does feel nice though" he smiled gently as you continued applying to his cheeks and forehead.

--------------------

The first one to find out from the squad was Natasha as she had come round for a relaxing evening of hair braiding, face masks, rom-com movies and wine. Being a woman surrounded by testosterone it was nice to relax, be feminine without being seen as 'girlie'

On the second night of what was turning into a weekly, 'pamper night'. Bradley dropped on the couch between you, handed you a tub of face mask and closed his eyes, leaning his head back on the couch. Natasha stared in shock as you carefully and delicately applied the cool, sweet smelling goo to his skin.

"It's good for your skin" He said to Natasha without opening his eyes to look at her. "You gotta pamper it sometimes"

The nights quickly become the three of you, relaxing with face masks, wine and movies.

After a long, stressful day and a scary moment in training, Natasha brought Bob along for an evening. The squad had started to hear about the evenings Natasha spent at yours. Sweet Bob had shown no hesitation in removing his glasses and having strawberry and lime scent lumpy cream applied to his soft cheeks.

Over time more and more joined when they could. All of them relaxing in your tiny living room, with wine and beer. Bowls of popcorn and candy dotted around the room as each had their faces smothered in varying colours of face masks.

The first night Jake arrived he was offerend that he had only just known. He happily brought his own supplies, a crate of beer in one hand and a bag of skin care in the other.

Mickey had been scolded when he tried to eat a tub as dip with chips.

Reuban and Javy made everyone swear on their lives, that no one outside of your living room would know that they melted under the soothing masks.

As nice and fun as these nights were, you still treasured the first time, you applied a face mask to Bradley's face.

You sat on the bathroom counter as he stood between your legs. His warm hands resting on your thighs as his warm breath fanned your cheeks while you gently smoothed the cucumber and kiwi mask on his face. Carefully avoiding his mustache and watching as your fingers seemed like magic, removing the lines of the day's stress from his face and his lip curling in a relaxed smile.

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[alegendoftomorrow]

Ice Skating

Summary: A fun outing after Christmas turns into a tease fest when one of the Dagger Squad may not be as good at everything as they pretend to be.

OC: Olivia Carter (Liv, Livy, Olive,). Photo Journalist assigned to the Dagger squad to do a piece on Naval Aviators in the modern world. Official character sheet coming soon!

Word Count:1,971

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my first entry into @sailor-aviator ‘s winter challenge. My prompt was ice skating, though I did also use this as a springboard for a possible series that I hope to start soon. Now, is this late... so very much so. Did life decide to send me into the new year with one finale kick…. Also yes. Is this also the first personal thing I’ve written for myself in a long time…also yes. But I had so much fun doing it and it feels good to get back to writing again. I hope you all have a phenomenal New Year and you find all the things you were looking for…. Enjoy some Christmas in February

“This was a terrible idea,” Jake’s voice calls from somewhere behind Liv. His tone lacking its usual confident swagger as she turns towards it to find him clutching the edge of the ice like it’s his lifeline. His feet slipping and wobbling as he attempts to walk rather than skate.

“I thought you said you had been skating before?” Liv called as she glided closer to him. Stopping sharply in front of him and meeting his pouting glare with an innocent smile.

“Yeah, when I was ten,” he said sharply. Ducking his head in something that resembled sheepishness. “I thought it was like riding a bike.”

Liv shouldn’t laugh. She really shouldn’t. Yet she can’t help the barely contained giggle that bursts past her lips that she tries to disguise as a cough. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s not funny. Just try to—”

“What’s not funny?” Bradley’s voice cuts through her words and the Christmas music still playing on the loud speakers around them. “Seriously Hangman, you’re still attached to the wall? You know there are five-year-old’s doing laps around you right?”

Jake rolls his eyes and mumbles something unintelligible, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose while Bradley leans down and kisses Liv’s cheek. His mustache scratching her warm skin in a way that still sets her heart racing like it did the very first time he kissed her there. His arm wrapping around her waist and tugging her closer to his side. Effortlessly using his strength to keep them both balanced and upright.

“Come on my love leave the poor man alone. Can’t you see he’s struggling enough?” Liv playfully smacks Bradley’s shoulder as he throws his head back and laughs. The California sun catching his blonde-brown curls and throwing that warm light back down onto Liv. Momentarily making her forget there are other people around her until Jake very loudly clears his throat.

“If you two are about to start making heart eyes at each other again I’m going to throw up.”

“Oh, whose making heart eyes?” A voice calls out. All three sets of eyes turn to find Mickey and Reuban skating towards them. Bundled up like everyone else around them against the “cold”. Matching knitted candy cane stripped scarves around their necks that were a gift from Reuban’s wife. They’d opened them yesterday when they’d gotten back and had yet to take them off. Somehow Mickey seemed more excited them Reuban had been. Proudly declaring “his shared wife” had made it for him. Reuban had found this far less amusing then the rest of the squad.

“No one is,” Bradley said quickly. Squeezing Liv closer he nodded towards Jake who was doing hi sbets to look like he didn’t need the wall to stay balanced. “We were just making fun of Jake here and his inability to skate.”

“You can’t skate?!” Mickey’s voice added to the shock in his wide eyes and dumbfounded expression.

“I can—”

“No way!” Reuban continued. “You mean there is something even the great Hangman himself can’t do.”

Jake sighed deeply and hung his head into his hand, groaning as the teasing continued. Liv wanted to feel bad but considering Jake was often the first to jump on someone else’s weakness she really didn’t feel too bad about it.

“Yeah, well not all of us grew up in the ice and snow,” he weakly shot back. Another round of laughter as Bradley argued that he too had grown up in California for some time, and Mickey put in that he’d grew up without snow too.

Liv just leaned into Bradley’s chest and looked at the group with an amused smile. The California heat was new to her. As was a Christmas and New Year without snow. Her parent’s farmhouse was likely half buried in snow and the pond she’d learned to skate on would have been frozen for months.

“Yeah, and didn’t Javy grow up in New Orleans?” Bradley added with a pretend thoughtful expression. “Yet I know that man can skate nearly as good as Livy here.” He jostled Liv out of her thoughts for a moment.

“Speaking if Javy, where is your wingman, Jake?” She asked.

“Oh, he hasn’t made it to the ice yet,” Mickey said. Pointing across the rink to the outdoor rental building where Javy was leaning against the counter with a wide grin as his hands animated the story, he was telling to the beautiful woman working the counter. “Yeah, he’s too busy flirting to come and save you.”

The woman laughed at something Javy said and Jake gave a long-suffering sigh, a look of betrayal crossing his face.

“Don’t make that face.” Liv smirked. “Like you haven’t done the same thing to him a thousand time.” She raised her eyebrow in an almost dare to have him disagree with her. He did not.

“Yeah, well how come Bob gets to sit this activity out?” He shot back instead.

They all looked over to the row of bleachers sparsely filed with mothers helping their kids tie up their skates, friends huddled around hot chocolate mugs laughing with whipped cream on their faces, and a few older people with cameras waving to their families on the ice. Right in the middle was Bob. His cheeks covered in a pink blush as he stuttered his way through an explanation of his booted ankle while he helped a woman’s young daughter stand up in her skates. The woman’s son was sitting on Bob’s other side continually shaking his head when his mom tried to offer him a pair of skates. Bob must have said he would watch him because the woman smiled and took Bob’s hand, nodding her thanks which made the blush on Bob’s cheeks worse. He nervously adjusted his glasses and pointed to the ice, saying something that made the little girl laugh.

Good for him, Liv thought as she turned her gaze back to Jake who was growing increasingly annoyed.

“Because he twisted his ankle playing volleyball with us all yesterday,” Nat said. Her sudden appearance causing them all to jump and Jake to scramble back into the wall.

“A little warning next time Tasha!”

“Sorry,” she said in a way that made it clear she wasn’t sorry at all. “What are we all doing hovering awkwardly over here?”

“Jake can’t skate,” Mickey supplied.

“We’re making fun of him,” Reuban added.

“I hate all of you,” Jake shot back.

“Even me?” Liv asked. Turning out of Bradley’s grip to face Jake fully with her best puppy dog eyes.

“Especially you Olive. This was your idea.” Jake pointed a finger at her and yet there was no venom in his words.

Liv gasped and gripped at her heart. Mock hurt flashing across her face as she fell backwards and suppressed a laugh when Bradley’s strong hands caught her. “I’m hurt Jake. You have wounded me and I don’t think I can recover from this.”

She peeked an eye open just in time to watch Jake roll his eyes and the other laugh.

“You’ll get over it,” he promised.

Before Liv could say anything back, a very breathless and unsteady Javy called out for them as he skated quickly towards them before nearly crashing into Mickey and Reuban. Both men exclaiming as they caught him and scrambled to catch their balance. Bradley pushing Liv back to standing and Nat skating a step forward with her hands out to help if needed.

“And where have you been?” Jake asked accusingly when Javy had been rightened back onto his own feet. Though Mickey and Reuban kept their hands floating beside him just in case.

“Whoa, whoa why the aggression?” Javy asked with only mild confusion. Liv recognized that mischievous glint in his eyes as meaning he was only half listening to whatever any of them said. He had come here with a plan. “I was only gone a few minutes.”

“It’s been half an hour and I could have used some backup,” Jake said.

Javy tilted his head and scanned his eyes over all their faces for a moment before just shrugging and plowing on to what he’d come here to say. “Okay so I was talking to Claire and—”

“Who’s Claire?” Natasha asked.

“Unimportant,” Javy continued. “Anyways—”

“She’s the woman renting out skates,” Liv whispered to Natasha who leaned over so she could see the woman in question and then nodded.

“She’s cute.”

“I know.”

“—So, she says her friend Amelia is the best there is,” Javy finished with a flourish.

“Wait. Who’s Amelia?” Liv asked. Clearly having missed something while talking to Natasha.

Javy fixed both of them with an exasperated look. “Do either of you ever pay attention when I talk?”

“As a general rule of thumb, no,” Natasha teased.

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t listen to any of you,” Liv added.

“Hey!” Bradley turned to face her with a pout. His honey brown eyes locking onto hers as he stuck his bottom lip out.

“That doesn’t include you, my love. I always listen to you,” Liv added quickly. Cupping his cheek and patting it softly with her fingers.

A chorus of groans and gagging noises followed the action.

“Alright back on topic. Amelia is the red head over there that’s offering lessons. She’s also single,” Javy added with a smirk.

More groans and eye rolls followed as they all watched Jake’s interest immediately shift to the woman a few feet away from them. She was tall and had a white hat pulled down over her ears, her long red hair only barley contained in a thick braid down her back. Smaller red curls poked out around her face and her ice blue eyes were filled with light as she clapped for a pair of siblings who had just finished skating the length of the rink without falling.

“Don’t worry I already talked her up for you.” Javy nudged Jake in the ribs and the other man’s confident smile once again wavered. His eyes snapping to Javy.

“What did you tell her?”

“Only the good things don’t worry. Come on, consider it my very late Christmas present to you.” Javy didn’t give Jake a chance to protest as he wrapped his arm around his and dragged him over towards the woman. Jake attempting to still look as tall and in control of the situation as he still white-knuckle gripped the wall.

“Oh, this I have to see,” Natasha said as she too moved to follow after them.

“I’ll race you there,” Mickey dared. Tucking the edges of his scarf back into his jacket so he was ready.

“Twenty bucks says I beat all of you,” Reuban chimed in. Living up to his callsign as Bradley and Liv shared a look before declaring their intention to race too.

“Let’s maybe not race towards the group of beginners though,” Liv said. Pointing instead to the bleachers on the other side of the rink where Bob was still conversing with the young boy beside him.

The pilots and Liv all lined up against the wall and waited for an opening while Natasha cupped her hands to her mouth and called out.

“Bob! Call it when we get there.”

Bob looked up and squinted at them before shaking his head with a sigh and flashing a thumbs up. Liv was pretty sure he mumbled something about pilots and there need for speed but her lip-reading skills weren’t the best.

“Go!” She called.

More laughter mixed with the sound of skates cutting into ice as the last bars of Jingle Bells played on the loud speakers. Just for this moment at least, they were safe and happy, and really that was all any of them had wanted for Christmas anyway.

#top gun maverick #top gun fic #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #natasha trace #natasha phoenix trace #payback #mickey fanboy garcia #bob floyd #javy coyote machado #Liz’s Christmas Challenge #dagger squad #writing challenge #ice skating

[viohles]

Daisy was a little awkward with Reuban, the sim @yin-shimo made for me, but immediately after….

#sims spice #sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 screenshots #ts4 screenshots

[hangmansgbaby]

Everybody Wants You | 1

Everybody Wants You Masterlist

The girl tripped on the uneven sidewalk leading up to the house. The truck that pulled up to the curb scared her with its loud music causing her bags to go soaring across the yard. 

“Dammit.” 

“Are you okay? I saw you trip.” The young man climbed out of his truck.

“Awesome, someone always has to witness my less than graceful moments.” She laughs under her breath, kneeling to pick up the random items.

“Here, let me get these for you.” 

“Thanks.” She replied as the bags were filled once again and in her arms. 

“You lost or something?” The man asked, eyeing the girl.

“Do I look lost?” 

“Well considering you’re walking towards the mens baseball house…”

“So because I’m a girl I can’t work with the baseball boys?”

“Oh I didn’t mean…”

“I’m just fooling with ya.” She laughs. “I’m Locklyn, one of the team managers.”

“Bradley Bradshaw, freshman.”

“What position do you play, Bradshaw?” Locklyn questions.

“Pitcher, ma’am.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” She laughs, walking towards the house. When she doesn’t hear footsteps behind her she turns to spot Bradley still standing at the curb. “Well come on Bradshaw, get your things.” Bradley stumbles over to his Bronco pulling out a duffle bag and a crate of what Locklyn can only assume are records.

Walking into the house, Locklyn and Bradley first notice the leaking hose hanging down the stairs from the second floor.

“Fucking hell!” Locklyn groans as she walks into the kitchen, putting away different food products. Bradley sets his things by the stairs and moves to help her put items away when the ceiling creaks. “Boys!” She shouts and immediately Bradley can hear the footsteps tumbling down the stairs.

Bradley meets them at the stairs only for them to immediately start ordering him.

“Hey! Could you turn the hose off!”

“The audacity to leave it running.” The second rolls his eyes.

Bradley jogs through the kitchen to the back door and turns the water off. 

“Old ass house man. Damn thing wasn’t even half full.”

Locklyn places the last items in the fridge and turns towards the two men walking into the kitchen, glaring with her arms crossed.

“Hey Locksy.” They smile, walking past her.

“Do I wanna know?” She questions.

“Know what?”

“Lord help me.” She groans, stepping out of the way for one of them to get into the fridge. Bradley returns and both men look over.

“Who is this?”

“Bradley Bradshaw.” Bradley holds his hand out to shake theirs. The taller one takes his hand.

“Infielder?”

“Pitcher.” The man shaking Bradley’s hand, lets out a disgusted noise as he wipes his hand on his shirt and pulls two beers from the fridge.

“Another pitcher? Man they're coming out the ass these days.” The second man questions.

Before Bradley could say anything, Locklyn interjects. “It doesn’t matter, the team is lucky to have him, Fitch.”

“Just saying!” Reuban defends. “Pitchers are fucking weird.”

“Alright, since you two have no manners.” Locklyn sighs. “Reuban Fitch, our star batter. He hates pitchers for some inexplicable reason. Javy Machado, co-captain.”

“That's your shit?” Javy questions.

“How about you pick it up?”

“Oh yea.” Bradley squeezes his way between Javy and the counter and Locklyn pushes Reuban out of the way.

“Come on, I’ll show you around.” She leads Bradley up the stairs where two more players are on the landing.

“No one thinks about how much water weighs. Like this is 62 pounds per cubic foot.” One of the men explains to the second. “I tried to warn them, and you know Locks ain’t gonna be happy.”

“But wouldn’t that be amazing if it fell through the ceiling right now?” The boys laugh but Locklyn interrupts them.

“No it would not.” She says, walking over to Javy and Reuban’s room. “What the fuck is that?”

“Uhm… hey darling.” The blonde player smiles, trying to block her view.

“Jacob Grant Seresin.”

“It’s Reuban’s, I swear. I told him it was a bad idea.” Jake defends before catching a glimpse of Bradley behind her. “New teammate?” He questions, pointing with his golf club.

“Bradley.”

“Jake.” Jake shakes Bradley’s extended hand.

“I’m Mickey.” He smiles, shaking Bradley’s hand as well. “Good to meet you man.”

“You meet the geniuses behind this babe’s frustrations?” Jake asks, wrapping an arm around Locklyn’s waist to pull her into his chest. “Machado and Fitch?”

“Yea, one hates pitchers according to Locklyn. Even teammates?” Bradley questions.

“Ahhh Fitch. He got drafted for pro ball fresh outta high school.” Jake explains.

“Decided college ball was more important.” Mickey adds.

“What’s this I hear about the house falling down?”

“Any second now.” Jake mutters, pushing away from Locklyn and stepping up to his putting mat stretched across the landing.

“Seresin!” 

“Nat, she’s the other manager.” Locklyn chuckles to Bradley. “She’s also the team’s secret weapon but no one knows so-” Locklyn puts a finger to her lips, telling Bradley to keep it hushed.

Bradley steps over the putting mat to greet Nat.

“Hey, you're one of the new pitchers right?” Nat questions, shaking Bradley’s hand.

“Yea, good to meet ya.” Bradley smiles. “Hey I’m rooming with, uh, Floyd I think?”

“Oh Baby on Board? Yea, follow the phone cord man.” Jake laughs.

“If you don’t knock it off with that fucking nickname.” Locklyn slaps the back of Jake’s head. “Room is down here. Bob’s got a girlfriend back home so he usually has the phone.” Locklyn knocks on the door before pushing it open. “Hey Bobby, this is Bradley Bradshaw, your roommate.”

“Hey man.” Bradley nods, setting his things on the second bed.

“Hey, good to meet ya.” Bob greets before returning to his phone call.

“He’s usually always in here. I think it’s sweet.” Locklyn tells him as they walk back to the landing.

“Ladies!” Javy shouts, jogging up the stairs. “And our resident foxy mamas.” He corrects winking to Locklyn and Nat who rest on the banister. 

“Shut your mouth, Machado.” Nat groans.

“Anyways! Happy hour has arrived, which means two hours of drinking before the team meeting. Let’s go!”

“I think I’m just gonna hang back.”

“Bullshit!” Nat says, dragging Bradley down the stairs. Jake follows behind with Locklyn right behind him.

Jake, golf club in one hand, pulling out an impressive German accent says, “Onward, upward, and inward! Ja?”

“Jacob!”

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[mooncherrv]

Building Legos w/ Dagger Squad

Character(s): Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw", Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Reuban "Payback" Fitch, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Logan "Yale" Lee, Brigham "Harvard" Lennox x Reader

Summary: Just being all fluffy and building legos with your fav pilots

Author's Note: Including all the pilots because i think they all deserve love and not just the main ones also i need more halo content and if nobody is gonna give it to me imma do it myself

Masterlist

Hangman

Hangman gets you two a few of the botanicals sets. He originally was gonna make them all in his free time to gift to you but you walked in on him making the succulent set and just sat down and started to help him. Eventually it just became a weekend activity for the two of you to do while a movie played in the background. Eventually when you accumulate too many built sets you end up giving them to his nieces and nephews.

Rooster

Rooster loves legos. It's not something he talks about a lot but he really enjoys building the NASA sets with you and talking about all the facts he knows about space. One day while building a spaceship set with him you asked about it and he explained how when he was little him and his dad would build spaceships out of the stray legos he had and for a bit he wanted to be an astronaut.

Phoenix

Pheonix also gets you some of the botanical sets. She loves to give you little lego flowers from time to time. When you build them she mostly just watches you while you build each set. Between the two of you there is quite the collection of stray lego roses scattered across the apartment.

Bob

Bob had a decent lego collection as a kid already so into adult hood he just kept building them. His favorite to build with you are the architecture ones. He's a man that has a lot of knowledge about random things so as you build them he explains historical events or facts about whatever it is you are building. When you two built the New York said he kept mentioning places in the city he had visited and how he couldn't wait till the two of you traveled there together so he could show you all the things he liked in the city.

Fanboy

Y'all are building the Star Wars sets. No question about it. He definitely gets the expensive Millennium Falcon set and tries to hide if from you but one night at around 3am you woke up to go to the bathroom and saw him missing. He was sitting in the living room with a lamp on building the set. He tried to hide it but instead of saying anything you just sat down and began helping him. When you two finished building the set all you did was look at him and say "Can't believe you hid this from me." before walking back to bed.

Payback

Payback doesn't actually build legos. He'd much rather sit back with a cup of coffee or tea and just silently observe you. He'll gladly help you when you are confused or lost from the instructions of the larger sets but other than that he simply enjoys sitting in silence with you and observing you build each set. He likes to see the smile on your face once you finish each set.

Coyote

Coyote doesn't buy his own legos but sometimes Fanboy gives him a few sets so he likes to build them with you when he's got the free time. He honestly doesn't even really look at the sets when Fanboy gives them to him he just shows up and is like "Hey let's build this." and tosses it onto the table. He just likes to spend quality time with you and enjoys that there is a physical product to put on display to show the time you spent together.

Halo

Halo enjoys the art sets. She never really built any legos as a kid so you are the main reason she started building sets. She'll make you each a cup of tea and sit down at the table with you to build each set while singing along to whatever has been on your playlists recently. If it's a set that allows her to she will gladly hang them on the walls around your houese.

Fritz

Much like Payback, Fritz doesn't really build the sets and simply observes you building them. He does occasionally help you build some like the Batman set you got he helped build since he really enjoys Batman. Most of the time he'll have a movie on in the background while he is watching you build each set.

Omaha

Omaha is another big fan of Star Wars and him and Fanboy definitely send each other photos of all their lego sets. He only got into legos when he met Fanboy so he has always built them with someone and never alone. He actually doesn't like building alone because he is so used to having someone with him. Even if he is super excited about a set, if you are busy, he will wait specifically till you have free time to even open the box and look inside. He loves to be wrapped up in a blanket with you and sitting on the living room floor together building the different sets.

Yale

Yale likes the Harry Potter sets. He has a lot of memories associated with the movies from when he was a bit younger so those sets always stood out to him. He doesn't have many sets but one time you got him the Hogwarts castle set and he insisted you two build it together while watching the movies. Since then, he always builds the sets he gets with you while watching Harry Potter.

Harvard

Harvard LOVES to help you build the superhero sets. Similar to Fanboy, he probably bought one of the super expensive sets to build but rather than hiding it he proudly walked up to you with the biggest smile on his face asking if you wanted to build it with him over the weekend. He has an entire shelf to display all the sets he has and he puts all the ones the two of you built together in the middle to proudly show them off.

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[shaunlovesyou]

Flirting ~ Reuben ‘Payback’ Fitch

Reuban Fitch x Reader

Summary; Mickey’s friend is kinda cute.

Word Count; 0.9k

Warnings; None

Your heels make a soft clicking noise as you walk into the dimly lit bar right beside the coast. A sign displaying the words Hard Deck hangs above the doorway. Anyone that could see you right now would describe you as lost, and they’d be completely correct. It isn’t your clothes that would make people assume so, you’re dressed similarly to the other women filling the bar, a black dress that’s not too formal and not too informal and a nice pair of shoes, it’s the very confused look on your face that would make people stop to help you as your eyes scan across the room rapidly, searching for someone.

“Y/N!” you hear as you’re engulfed in a hug.

“Mickey!” you laugh joyously, recognising the voice behind the arms wrapped around you.

You have known Mickey Garcia nearly your entire life, your parents became friends when yous were so young you couldn’t even talk and you’ve been inseparable ever since. Growing up with Mickey by your side seemed to make everything much easier, hes always been like your brother, protecting you when you didn’t quite need it and always being suspicious of any date you’ve been on.

“I’ve missed you!” you both exclaim at the same time. As you laugh you notice a figure behind Mickey. Hes tall and has dark skin, you can see his defined muscles through his aviation uniform.

“Are you going to introduce me to your friend Garcia?” you question playfully.

“Oh, yes,” Mickey starts, composing himself, as if he felt slightly embarrassed that his acquaintance had witnessed the display of affection. “this is Payback, I’m his WSO.”

“Reuben Fitch.” Payback confirms, his hand reaching out to yours.

“Quite formal.” you joke while shaking his hand.

“Maybe it was an excuse to hold your hand.” he states, a coy smile present on his handsome face and his large hand still holding yours.

“Ew. Gross man.” Mickey grimaces, standing in between the two of you as an attempt to break your hand holding. “Shes like my sister, don’t you dare try anything.”

“Intimidating.” you roll your eyes and pat Mickey on the shoulder. “I’m getting a drink.”

“I’ll be by the pool table.” he informs you. “And he’ll be too.” he adds, grabbing Reuben’s shoulder and directing him towards the back of the bar. 

As they both walk off Reuben turns around and blows you a kiss, you reach your hand up quickly and grab at the air, bringing your closed fist back to your chest with a big smile on your face. You turn your back to head to the bar and hear Mickey scolding Reuben, obviously he had seen your interaction.

When you make it to the bar a dark blonde haired man isn’t far and takes notice of you. His aviators slide down as he inspects you further. Just as you’re about to pay for your drink a hand appears from behind you with a pristine 10 dollar bill in its palm.

“I’m paying.” he states to the bartender. 

You don’t stop him after all it’s a free drink and he is kinda cute.

“So do I get the name of the handsome stranger that paid for my drink?” you ask, looking up to meet his gaze.

“Lt. Jake Seresin.” he announces with authority and importance in  his voice, you can tell hes cocky already.

“Ooh navy, what’s it like out at sea?” you question, playing dumb to see if you can get even more drinks out of the poor man in front of you.

“I’m a naval aviator, so I’m up in the sky most of the time.” he replies, you know exactly what do say to keep him going.

“Wow,” you feign wonder. “that must me so scary, I could never imagine doing something so dangerous!” Lie. All of Mickey’s stories have almost desensitised you completely from flying.

“Well, it’s hard work but it has to be done.” he brags, his chest puffed out.

 Maybe you were boosting his already big ego a bit too much. Before he can say anymore hes interrupted.

“Hangman.” you hear Reuben say from behind you, confusion evident in his voice.

“Payback.” he returns. “What do you need, you’re distracting me from the gorgeous woman in front of me.”

“I didn’t know your standards were that low.” Reuben directs his comment at you, putting an emphasis on ‘that’.

“You know each other?” Hangman questions, his head darting back and forth between the two of you.

“Barely.” you reply, staring into Reuben’s eyes. “I must get going, thanks for the drink!” you let out while dragging Reuben’s arm towards the pool table.

“I could’ve gotten at least two more drinks out of him.” you whine into Reuben’s ear, having to get close so he can hear you over the loud chatter all around yous.

“Not from Hangman, trust me.” he responds, his face so close to yours you can smell his minty breath. “Besides, I am also able to buy drinks.”

You hum in content. “He wasn’t my type anyway.”

“And what exactly is your type?”

“You.” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his before you pull back abruptly, walking towards Mickey while letting out a laugh, leaving Reuben in a euphoric, wanting state of mind.

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