#i don't want to say it's because i'm close to a navy base here but... its because there is a navy base

[spidybaby]

Gold digger

Summary: A lost item at the airport and a miscommunication can be the end of your relationship.

Warning: cursing.

Part two

A/N: This is pure exaggeration. Please don't believe this is based on any real action. ❤️

Stress

Was a short-term for Kylian current status.

He lost his toiletry bag at the plane, even tho you fly private, he managed to lose his personal things.

"Kylian, can you please calm down. Everything is going to be okay. We have already changed the house locks, and we froze you credit cards, and they're looking for it." You say massaging his shoulders.

"I can't help but worry, that's my whole identity. I have nothing now."

He was worried because his father suffered from identity theft.

"You have something."

"What?"

"You have me," you hug him from behind. "I know it's not too much, but I'll make sure all your things return to you Kylian. Even if I have to search the plane myself."

He smiles at your reflection on the mirror.

"You're more than enough."

After a small talk, you both were getting ready for his birthday dinner, planning it, and having everything ready from where you were vacationing was hard, but you managed to do it.

When the family started to arrived, you greet everyone and made sure they were all conformable.

"Honey, can I use your bathroom, the two down here are busy."

Wilfrid asked you.

"Yes, use any of the upstairs bathrooms. You don't have to ask, please do."

Wilfrid went upstairs to his sons bathroom, he sees Ethan getting out of your room. "Gotcha," he jokes.

"Jeez, the bathroom is still busy downstairs?"

"Yes, it is. Why do you think I'm here?"

"I'll be with everyone, be careful with the hand washing, y/n got her makeup very close to there and we don't want to ruin anything."

"I'll be careful, go have fun."

Wilfrid did what Ethan told him. He was careful with your makeup.

"Oh, merde," he couldn't find a towel to dry his hands and didn't want to shake them scared to ruin something.

After looking around a little, he noticed the navy blue hand towel on top of a travel bag. Probably Kylians.

"Oh, Ethan, always so messy."

He picked the towel and dried his hands. He was about to leave when he noticed what was inside of the travel bag.

Kylian lost toiletry bag.

He grabbed it, checking it inside. Everything was there, his wallet, his keys, his documents. He was relieved that everything was there.

He was about to turn around and go find everyone to share the news, but he notice other thing.

The travel bag wasn't his son's.

It has some of your personal belongings.

"What?" He's confused about why you have it.

To be honest, he wasn't your biggest fan. He always got that feeling about you that didn't quite convince him about you.

Kylian, of course, always told him off.

But this time, he had proof.

He exists the room as fast as possible, looking for Kylian.

"Arrête, Kylian." He called when he saw him doing shots with Tchaga. "Come with me."

He was confused but did what his father told him. Wilfrid dragged him to his room.

"What is going on with you?"

"Shut up, did you find your things?"

Kylian rolled his eyes. He got asked the same question several times.

"Non."

"What if I told you that it has been on your home all this time?"

"Quoi?" He asked confused

Wilfrid walked back inside the bathroom to grab the big bag, throwing it onto the bed.

"Look inside." His father ordered him.

He does as he's told.

Opening the bag that was originally his, but after a few vacations with you, you made it your own.

When he opens the bag, the first thing he sees is his lost bag.

"You find it." He says excited. "Merde, thank you so much." He was happy. All his things are secured with him.

He's about to hug his father but notices his cold expression.

"I found it, but I found it here."

Kylians frowns.

"That's impossible."

"Is it?"

"Dad, c'mon, what are you implying?"

Wilfrid thinks his words before saying them. "She had the bag Kylian."

But he knew she didn't. He was sure his girlfriend, the one who saw him cry in distress because of the lost of the bag.

"Non."

"Kylian, why would I lied?"

"Non, there has to be another explanation."

"Oh really, then tell me what it is?"

"Don't move."

He's furious. He walks fast looking for you.

"Y/n," he called your name, noticing you and his mother were talking. "Can I borrow you for a second."

"Sure, bébé. I'll be right back."

When you started walking upstairs, he grabbed your arm and hurried your steps.

"Ouch, Ky." You tried to let go, but he wouldn't.

Once he enters the shared room, you see his father.

"Ky, let go, please. You're hurting me."

His father is looking at you with an angry expression.

"What's wrong?" You ask, arm still on his hand. "Kylian, let me go. Please."

He let go of you. He was angry, you know by looking at his face.

"I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me." He says elevating the tone. "Where is my bag?"

"What?" You were confused. "Why would I know?"

"Don't." Wilfrid says. "You sure you don't know?"

"Why would I know?" You repeat. "Kylian, what the fuck?"

He walked to the bed, where the bag you used for your things during this vacation was laying. He opens it and pulls his bag.

"Want to explain yourself?" You look at Wilfrid and then back at Kylian.

You stayed quiet, the tension was thick.

"You believe I did this?"

Kylian is not looking at you anymore. He's looking at the window.

"Kylian," you call higher this time. "You believe I did this?"

He shakes his head. "No, I know there has to be an explanation for this."

"I don't understand." You wanted to cry. "Why would I do this?"

"I'll tell you why?" Wilfrid says. "Take this as you want, but you're a broken college student. You're full of debts. Don't think we don't know that." He says harshly. "So you did it as a way of pretending someone else did it. You know all his card codes it was easy money and bye debts."

You can feel your heart breaking. You didn't know his father had that image of you. Wonder if his whole family thinks the same.

"Kylian." You say out of breath. "You think that too?"

"No, of course no." He's trying to get to you, but you're backing away. "Dad, I don't think. No. Maybe you forgot you put it there."

You shake your head. "I didn't take it. Believe me."

"Then why was it there?" The harsh tone didn't cease.

"I don't know." You start to cry. "I didn't take it, Kylian, please."

"I think," he says before kylian could talk. "You need to pack your stuff and leave. I don't trust you around my son, and I'm not going to allow you to be here seeing what you did. I'm not going to allow a gold digger to be with my son."

You feel humiliated. The man you love is hearing how his father insults you and won't bat an eye.

"Kylian." You tried one more time.

"Kylian, go outside, go back to the party."

The way he obeys his father is incredible for you. He didn't even look at you. His head is hung down.

Once he left you two alone, Wilfrid walked up to you. "Pack your stuff, and don't try anything, I'll call you a cab." You nodded, scared.

He left the room, going downstairs, he sees Kylian chugging a whole glass of liquor. He can't imagine how he's feeling.

"Hey, dad." Ethan called his father attention. "Come here."

Ethan takes his father a little far from where his brother and friends are.

"Guess what I did." He's smiling like crazy.

"I don't know, tell me."

"Well, I spent the whole day at the airport, I found Kylian bag, I know he's down because of that, y/n told me how he's all sad. So I went there and they found it with the covers of the seats at the laundry station."

Wilfrid feels his blood turn cold.

"I left it in one of his bags and covered it with the towel, I'm telling y/n so she can surprise him. Have you seen her?"

The smile on Ethan face is making him feel worse, his eyes turning to Kylian, sitting at the couch trying not to break down. All because of him.

"Merde," he turns around, looking for you.

When he opens the door, he finds uncontrollably crying, packing all your stuff.

"Y/n," he says, getting closer.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick, I'm only taking my own stuff, that I bought with my own money."

He saw how you pack, not knowing how to fix the mess he created.

"Y/n." Ethan calls. "Y/n? What are you doing?" He's now worried. "Dad?"

"Ethan, please go downstairs." You say not wanting him to see you like that. "Please, it's okay, I'm fine. Just go."

"But."

"Go, I'm fine, E."

Wilfrid feels like throwing up, even when he had treated you like crap and accused you of something so terrible, you treated Ethan with such love.

Etha runs downstairs, looking for his brother.

"Kylian, come, please. I don't know what's going on, she's crying, she's packing."

All his friends turned to him, getting worried about the angst scene the little Mbappé is on."

"Kylian, move your fucking ass."

"Don't bother Ethan, just forget about it. Go eat something and ignore everything."

Everyone is looking at Kylian with amused expressions.

"Kylian, is this about the fucking bag? Because if it is, I already told dad that I found it, it's on your dior travel bag. Now can you please come."

His eyes snapped back at his brother. "You did what?"

"I found the fucking pouch, now come upstairs quickly."

Kylian pushes his friends in order to run upstairs. Finding his father outside of the door.

"What the fuck did you do? You told me she had it." He screams. His whole family and friends are now aware of the situation. "What the fuck?"

He enters the room, finding you closing your big suitcase. "Amour, please hear me out."

"Why?" You say angrily. "So you can let your father call me a gold digger again? For you to let me get humiliated by him?"

"What?"

You both turned to Ethan and Fayza, they're standing outside of the closet.

"Dad called you what?" Ethan asks.

"Ethan, please don't get involved into this."

"No! What the fuck is wrong with you, dad?"

"Ethan," you call him. "Please, don't do this."

Fayza and Wilfrid are arguing. She's trying to understand the situation.

"You," E, says, pressing his finger hard into his brothers chest. "Let's him call her a Gold Digger?"

"He said she took the fucking bag" he justified.

"Oh and you fucking believe that?" He laughs "Kylian, your girlfriend have had your whole bank account information for years, she had been taking care of important and expensive jewelry. And you believed that shit?"

You wanted to cry again, Ethan was right. You have been helping your boyfriend with his finances for a long time now, all because you were studying a financial career.

"Y/n, darling, grab your stuff, we're leaving." Fayza says angrily. "And you, she turns to Kylian. "You disappoint me so much, how could you?"

"Fayza, it's okay, I already called a friend." You don't want his family to have a fight because of you.

"Nonsense, you're coming with me. Ethan, help her with her things." Ethan runs to you. "You don't deserve this, I'm sorry."

You let Ethan take your suitcase downstairs.

"Y/n, please amour."

"No!" You push him away. "I've never done anything for you to doubt about me. I was the one who offered you to pay for the things at the hotel, I've been the one who takes care of your wallet and watches during games or parties." You pause, taking air, you wanted to let out everything. "I rejected your help when you offered to pay for my loans, I said no. You want to know why?" You turn to Wilfrid.

At this point, both Kylian and you are crying.

"Because I'm not here for the money, I earn my own, and yes, I'm a broken college student, but I know how to work hard for what I want."

He only look at his shoes.

"Please don't go, I need you."

"No, Kylian." You laugh. "You don't need me. Why would you need someone like me? To feel more important?"

"No, amour."

"Don't call me like that." You scream at him. "I don't want to see you again, I'm done."

"Please," he begged. "What am I going to do without you?"

"I don't know, Kylian." You shake your head. "But if you ever need a gold digger, call me up. Apparently, your father thinks I'm one."

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[railingsofsorrow]

open the door

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: spencer visits you after three days of radio silence. and he will stand by your door until you open it.

pairing: s.reid x reader

w.c: 1.4K

warnings/content: descriptions of a depressive episode (people have different experiences, this is based on mine); poor writing probably; angst, fluff.

navi

masterpost

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“Open the door.”

Spencer is not one to be incisive. He's certain about his opinions and makes them known at the right time. He's not rude or forceful, unless someone touched a sore spot of his then he'll make sure to let them know a piece of his mind.

He's not being rude by showing up at your apartment past seven in the evening. He's not forceful because he's knocking non-stop at your door. Spencer knows you're home, he knows you probably can't get up from wherever you are because maybe you don't have the strength to do it.

He swallows up the guilt and knocks one more time, grimacing. Last time someone did that to him he left them hanging. Three days later there were at least two casseroles filled with spoiled food.

And then, in the hostile silence he's been presented with, comes through your muffled and faint voice, “I don't want to talk to anybody.”

Spencer leans his forehead away from your apartment door, where it had been resting for the past ten minutes or so. Twenty, perhaps. He would stay five hours, days even, if it meant you'd speak to him.

His hands press against the wood if they would make it vanish. “It's not anybody. It's me.” Spencer says softly, begging. “It's just me. Please, open the door.”

“Go home.”

He can't.

“I'm sorry. I have to see you.”

Nothing.

He thought you had given up on him and decided to just let him talk to the door. Until he hears the sound of key dangling and his heart leaped inside his chest.

“What are you doing here?”

Your voice is hoarse. It wasn't hard to hear because it was being muffled by the door, but it sounded rough as if you hadn't drunk water in a couple of hours. Spencer wants to ask if you have eaten or drank anything today. He felt like he knew the answers by the dark bags under your eyes and your pale features.

“I came to see you.”

“Did Penelope put you up to this?” You ask, munching on your lower lip. “Tell her to stop texting and calling, I replied once.”

“That was three days ago.” Spencer says, brows furrowing.

You let out a scoff, “Wasn't aware you needed daily reports. I'll be sure to keep that in mind.”

He put his foot between the door and the wall, stopping you from closing it on his face. “Please,” Spencer pleads, helplessly. Your hold on the handle weakened. “I just— I just need to see you.”

But it's way more than that. Spencer is the kind of person who is there for all of his friends and he wants to help them in any way that he can. He understood space and he gave it to you when you needed it. But, deep down, you craved human contact, you needed someone else. Being alone could be suffocating even though most of the times in your hard days felt like you could face the worst on your own.

You can.

You just didn't want to.

To admit that to yourself is another thing entirely. The numbness spoke louder than your own voice, sometimes.

He's seeing you, through the small space you spared him at your apartment door. But he needs to be there. For ten minutes. Five. Just to make sure.

Shame creeps up on you as he stands inside your place. Spencer is a contrast against the mess in your living room. Ripped newspapers scattered around your floor, broken glass in a corner, the duvet thrown over the arm of the couch and a pillow on the coffee table.

This is how you are on the inside, crumbling down, broken. He says something but you are too busy staring at the teardrops at your window. It's raining.

“What?” You turn to him, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You notice he is still in the same place since he came in, near the door as if waiting for you to kick him out any time. “Spencer, sit down.” You sigh, mentioning the loveseat as you let your body sink on the sofa for the third time that day. You hadn't really left it for any other reason beside going to the bathroom against your will and drinking water. Although you can't remember the last time you had the latter.

“Have you eaten something?” He inquires, placing his work bag on the floor as he sat down, eyes traveling across your fragile frame. He just wants to hold you. Make it all go away. “I could order something or I could—”

“You don't have to babysit me.

His shoulders slump. “That's not what I'm doing.” He gets now how his team felt whenever they tried to visit him while he was in a tough moment.

You're curled up to your pillow, face buried on the soft fabric. Fluttering one eye open, you caught his gaze on you. He approaches you slowly; you are a caged animal and he wants to let you free, if only you'd let him get close enough.

“If I'm making you feel uncomfortable,” he begins, fidgeting nervously. “I can go.” His hesitation causes you to squirm in your laid position.

“No.” You mumble, clearing your throat and then grunting because it hurts. “It's— you’re fine, Spencer. I just can't—”

“I know.” He cuts you off upon noticing your struggling.

I just can't be myself right now.

He feels an apology slipping out by your furrowed forehead and pursed lips. “I want to be here. For you. Is that okay?”

You nod because that's all you can do. And your fingers find his in a timid touch.

“Yeah.”

His eyes smile before his mouth does and you feel a glimpse of joy stirring up your cold body. This is nice. You think.

“Okay. I have something in mind.” He backs up slightly. “Am I allowed in your kitchen?” He asked as if he hadn't been in your place countless times before.

You press your chin against the pillow, blinking up at your coworker — genius presented with an IQ of 184, a decent shooting aim, child prodigy and an expert on many areas, academic or not.

Except in the kitchen aspect. Spencer is not gifted in that.

“Spencer,” you attempt the gentlest tone you could muster. “you can't cook.”

He regards you with an offended look, lips jutting out in a pout. “I can cook.” You raise an eyebrow in disbelief and he rolls his eyes. “Two dishes. I can. I promise I won't burn your place down.”

“Please don't,” you muse, laying down again even though you would be getting up any time now to keep a watchful eye on him as he... cooked. “I don't have anywhere else to go.”

Spencer's head tilts to the side, his considering your statement carefully or something else entirely. One of his hands move forward to graze it across your cheek, he expects any indication that you don't want to be touched but you only shut your eyes and wait.

“You're always welcome at my place.” I'm here, he thinks to himself, hoping you are hearing his thoughts. I'm always here for you please don't forget it. I care so much.

A faint hum of satisfaction leave your lips as he travels his thumb across your cheek.

“In this case, yes, you're allowed in my kitchen.”

His grin is almost contagious. Almost. “Great. Don't get up until I gather the glass. I don't want you to hurt yourself.” With a kiss on your forehead, he scrambles up with difficulty as his knees complain. He walks to your kitchen mumbling something loudly about his day so you could hear it.

You stare at your messy living room, the reflection of the broken cup staring back at you in the dim lighting.

As Spencer collects the glass pieces with a broom, you stand up to pick up your stuff and some dirty clothing that needs to be washed. You can't remember how long you were wearing that same jumper and sweater pants, so your next step would be to take a shower.

When you step into your bedroom, a pair of clothes is waiting for you at your bed. You smile after so long without doing it.

Maybe it's not awful to have someone be there for you, if it meant it was him.

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[special-agent-sass]

Elevator Passions

Warnings

Smut

Y/N sauntered into the bullpen, leather jacket squeaking as she walked. She headed straight for her desk, not making eye contact with anyone. The rest of the team watched her warily. Ever since her blow up with Gibbs last week, she'd been quiet and closed off.

Tony sidled up next to her desk. "So, Y/N/N, you coming out with us tonight?" He gave her his most charming smile.

She didn't even glance at him. "Not really in the mood, DiNozzo."

McGee piped up from his desk. "Come on, Y/N. It'll be fun!"

"Yeah, we haven't seen you outside of work in weeks," Tony wheedled.

Y/N finally looked up, pinning them both with an icy stare. "I said no. Now drop it."

Tony and McGee exchanged a look but didn't press the issue. Ever since Y/N had joined the team a little over a year ago, she'd been like a little sister to them. Former Marine, tough as nails, and beautiful to boot. But lately, something had changed.

Gibbs strolled in then, coffee in hand. "Gear up. Dead petty officer in Anacostia."

The team scrambled to collect their things. As they headed to the elevator, Gibbs grabbed Y/N's arm.

"You good for this?" His steely blue eyes searched hers.

Y/N yanked her arm away. "I'm fine."

Gibbs studied her a moment longer before giving a curt nod. They joined the others in the elevator, tension thick between them.

At the crime scene, Y/N immediately got to work photographing evidence while McGee bagged and tagged. Tony interviewed witnesses while Gibbs examined the body.

"Single gunshot wound to the back," Ducky pronounced. "No exit wound, so the bullet likely fragmented inside the body. I'll know more once I get him home."

Gibbs grunted in acknowledgment. He glanced over at Y/N, crouched low as she took photos. The sight of her ripped jeans stretched tight over her curves made his mouth go dry. Shaking himself, he turned back to Ducky. "Time of death?"

"Based on liver temp, I'd say between midnight and 2am."

Gibbs nodded, then went to check on his agents' progress. McGee had finished collecting evidence, Tony was wrapping up his interviews, and Y/N was scribbling notes about the scene.

Back at the navy yard, the team dug into the victim's background. Petty Officer James Rourke, 25, was a communications technician stationed out of Norfolk. No wife or kids, parents both deceased.

"Looks like Rourke had a bit of a gambling problem," McGee announced. "Some large cash withdrawals over the past few months that far exceed his salary."

"Owed money to the wrong people, maybe?" Tony speculated.

Gibbs turned to Y/N. "Bring up his financials, see if you can trace where the money was going."

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger. "You don't need to tell me how to do my job."

"When you're acting like a probationary agent, then yeah, I do," Gibbs shot back.

Y/N shot to her feet. "Just because I won't kiss your ass like Tony doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing."

"Hey!" Tony protested.

"You make one more outburst like that, you'll be riding a desk till you retire," Gibbs threatened. "You got that?"

Y/N stepped close until they were nearly nose to nose. Gibbs could feel her breath on his face, see the fire in her eyes.

"I could ride you instead" she taunted. "Clearly that's what you'd prefer."

Tony's jaw dropped. McGee's eyes bugged out. The bullpen went deadly silent.

Gibbs clenched his jaw, hands fisting at his sides. "With me. Now." He stormed off towards the elevator.

Y/N followed, chin held high. The doors slid shut behind them. Gibbs flipped the emergency stop switch, halting the car between floors.

He turned to Y/N, eyes blazing. "You ever speak to me like that again—"

"You'll what?" Y/N cut him off. "Spank me?" She stepped closer, breasts brushing his chest. "We both know you've wanted to bend me over your desk since I got here."

Gibbs swallowed hard. "It's against protocol." But even as he said it, his hands grasped her hips, pulling her against him.

"Screw protocol," Y/N hissed before crushing her lips to his.

Gibbs groaned into the kiss, backing her against the elevator wall. Their mouths clashed hungrily as his hands slid under her shirt, finding smooth, warm skin. Y/N nipped his bottom lip as she frantically unbuckled his belt.

Breaking the kiss, Gibbs rasped into her ear, "We shouldn't..." But his protest died as she wrapped her fingers around him. He shuddered, head falling back.

"I need this, Jethro," Y/N pleaded breathlessly. "Make me forget everything else."

Surrendering, Gibbs hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. Their clothes disappeared in a frenzy of tearing fabric and grasping hands. Then he was inside her, swallowing her cries with his mouth as he took her hard against the elevator wall.

After, collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap on the floor, Gibbs pressed a kiss to her hair. "I've wanted this...wanted you...for a long time," he admitted gruffly.

Y/N nuzzled his cheek. "Me too. Rules be damned."

Gibbs smiled and pulled her close. Protocol could wait. Right now, he had everything he needed.

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[callsign-dexter]

Behind Closed Doors (18+)

Request: Hey sweetie 🥰 would you do an imagine for me where you're Phoenix's best friend and share an apartment with her (you're not a pilot) but have a secret relationship with Bradley which she doesn't know. One time you think you're alone at home when he is over so you have some fun, but when you both leave your room nearly naked you find her sitting there. You try to explain but she just glares at you both, but after a while she gives in and explains how happy she is for you?

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Simpson!Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, swearing

First Installment- Behind Closed Doors

Second Installment- Out in the Open

Masterlist

You are a high school teacher at Miramar High School on base. You had already lived in California for some years now and were loving it but you needed a roommate, rent on a teacher's salary was hard. You debated on whether or not to get a roommate but didn't want to end up with someone strange or serial killer. You had almost given up when Natasha came to Top Gun looking for a place to stay she called you up, and you immediately said yes.

Natasha took you to the hard deck when you finally had the night off from grading papers and essays, that's when you met the handsome stranger with a mustache and a Hawaiian shirt. She said that she wanted you to meet her friends and fellow coworkers and you were all for it. You both walked into The Hard Deck on a Friday night and the first thing you see where a sea of khaki uniforms, flight suits, and civilian clothing. You weren't a stranger to The Hard Deck, not in the least bit, you had come here a lot with other teachers and friends. You were no stranger to the Navy, not the least bit either, your father being none other than Vice Admiral Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson. You had really thought about going into the Navy but decided against it since the love of teaching and helping kids won over. She dragged you over to her group of friends to say hello. They introduced themselves and you did to them but your gaze lingered on Bradley Bradshaw.

"Hey guys! This is my friend and roommate Y/N!" Natasha said over the loudness of the music and you gave them a wave.

"Hi, I'm Bob. Natasha has told us a lot about you." Bob spoke up first and you turned to look at her.

"All good things I hope." You answered but looked at her and you both smiled and she turned her head.

"Very good things. I'm Bradley." Bradley spoke up and you turned your head to meet his gaze and you could've sworn you fell in love right then and there. You both locked eyes and the rest was history. Your attention was torn away from him when another voice came through.

"I'm Jake. You can call me anytime. You’ll be remembering it when I have you screaming it later tonight. " Jake said with a smirk and you just rolled your eyes.

"I won't be calling you at all or screaming your name because I don't do cocky aviators. Just be glad Penny didn’t hear that." You told him and everyone's jaw dropped there weren't very many people that could take Jake down a peg but they found one person. Jake was silent but still had that stupid smirk on his face.

"Oh, I like her." Jake said then another voice came through.

"I like you. You got Jake to shut up for once. I'm Javy." Javy said and you smiled and said hi back. Finally the last one spoke up.

"My name is Mickey. Sorry for Jake's behavior now and in advance." Mickey said and you laughed.

"No worries. I know how to deal with over confident cocky jocks." You said and Bradley spoke up.

"Oh? What do you do?" He asked curiously and you smiled at him.

"I'm a high school teacher on base. I deal with a lot of teenage testosterone every day." You told him and somehow moved closer to him Natasha saw this and shook her head and moved to stand between you and him.

"I don't think so. You're not taking my best friend." She said and grabbed your arm dragging you away from him "You don't have a drink. We need to get you a drink." She said and dragged you to the bar. Penny came over and met you. You told her your order and Natasha ordered hers and everyone else's. While you wanted you and Bradley stole glances at each other. That's how it went on for the rest of the night. Natasha tried to keep you away from Bradley but every now and then you would make your way over to him and both of you would flirt. It was funny when Natasha noticed you weren't there and would find you and grab you and drag you away, you would smile at Bradley and wave.

By the time everyone was ready to go come most of everyone was drunk. Except you, Bob, and Bradley. Bob assured you that he would get everyone else home safely and you nodded and you told him you would take care of Natasha. Bob started to round up everyone else while you rounded up Natasha that's when Bradley came up to you.

"You need any help?" He asked you and you shook your head but spoke up before he could say anything.

"You can walk us to the car though." You said and he smiled. You would come back later and close out your tab. True to your word he walked you to your car while you put Natasha in the passenger side. She was mumbling incoherent words but you just shook your head and shut the door after making sure she was buckled in and went to the driver's side where Bradley stood. You leaned up against the door and he took your hands and held them.

"So is there a chance I'm going to see you again?" He asked you and you nodded.

"There is a very good chance." You smiled "Give me your phone." You said and he dropped your hands while he dug his phone out and you did the same you both exchanged phones and put your numbers in. He saw your lock screen and wall paper.

"Wait.... that's Cyclone on there. Why would he be on there?" He asked curiously but not mad. It was true your dad was on there it was taken when you had graduated college.

"Because he would be my dad." You said in a matter-in-fact tone. "Don't tell the others. Only you and Natasha know." You said.

"Your secret is safe with me." He said and handed your locked phone back to you and you did the same. You smiled and he opened the door to your Jeep Wrangler. You got in and rolled down the window once you turned the key.

"Have a nice night Bradley." You said with a soft smile and he smiled back.

"You too, Y/N Simpson." He said and you laughed softly and backed and headed back to the apartment. Natasha was knocked out.

You arrived back and woke her up and helped her inside. You made sure the window was closed and the car locked. You helped her to her bedroom where she fell on the bed and went to sleep, you just shook your head and removed her shoes and socks. As you were getting ready for bed your phone buzzed with a notification.

Bradley Bradshaw: I'm really glad to have met you tonight. Any chance I can take you on a proper date?

You: Absolutely. Tomorrow night?

Bradley Bradshaw: Really? Tomorrow night is perfect. Favorite choice of food?

You: I'm not picky but love Thai.

Bradley Bradshaw: It's a date. I'll pick you at 7. I'm looking forward to it. Have a good night.

You: Sounds perfect. I'm looking forward to it too. You have a goodnight too.

You smiled and plugged your phone in and laid down. Looking forward to tomorrow night.

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Saturday morning rolled around and you were the first one up. You started making coffee and breakfast when Natasha rolled into the kitchen looking hung over.

"Good morning sunshine." You said in a normal voice but she winced and you chuckled and smirked.

"Oh my gosh. I shouldn't have let Mickey talk me into tequila shots." She said and sat down at the counter and put her head down. You felt bad for you really did.

"Yea I noticed." She looked up when something warm hit her hand.

"Thank you so much." She said and took sip and practically moaned.

"Hey listen. I have a date tonight at 7 tonight. I won't be home until late." You said and that perked her up.

"Oh? With who?" She asked and you smirked.

"Someone I met at the bar last night. We really hit off." You said and she started to try and guess who it was but you denied her each time. She dropped it when you placed pancakes, eggs, and bacon in front of her. "Eat up. It'll help with your hangover." You said and started to clean up.

Once you cleaned up you walked past her and pushed her a little bit and got ready for the day. You got dressed and started cleaning the house. Natasha was currently in her room curing a hangover which you didn't mind honestly. You told her that you were meeting your dad for lunch and she gave a thumbs up and you laughed and headed out to meet him.

You met him at a little cafe. It was a tradition you had every Saturday afternoon. You walked in and he got up and hugged you when you met him.

"Hi, daddy." You said to him.

"Hey, sweetheart." He replied and let you go as you both sat down. It was silent for a moment. The waiter came and took your order and they left. Then came back with your drinks.

"I have a date tonight." You told him and he looked at you from putting sugar in his coffee and you did the same.

"With who?" He asked taking a sip, you were hesitant but loved your dad.

"You know him. He's an aviator. Bradley Bradshaw." You said and he stopped drinking.

"Sweetheart-" He started but you stopped him.

"No Dad. I really like him and we're going on a date tonight. You will also not give him a hard time at work understand?" You said making it clear. Right now you sounded just like your father and he was proud of that, then again you dealt with testosterone filled teenage boys.

"I understand." He said just as your food arrived. You all ate and talked and once you were done he paid and you both left. He walked you to your car and hugged you and kissed your head. "Drive safe sweetheart. I love you" You smiled and let go of him.

"Of course Dad. I love you too." You both got in your cars and took off. You ran a couple of errands and stopped by work to grab something and then went home. When you got there Natasha was up and sitting on the couch watching TV with popcorn.

"How was your lunch with your father?" She asked and you smiled while putting away your stuff and kicking off your shoes. You walked to her and joined her on the couch and she passed you the popcorn bowl.

"It was good. Told him I had a date. He didn't get much say in it." You said taking a handful of popcorn. She laughed you were probably the only person to make Cyclone go silent. He would do anything for you. The rest of the day and leading up to 7 PM you sat on the couch with Natasha watching movies and gossiping.

When it hit 5:50 PM you started to get ready for your date with Bradley. You walked to your closest and stood there looking at it then an outfit you absolutely adored made its appearance. You grabbed it and other things and headed to the bathroom conjoined to your room. You took a shower and then applied light makeup and put on the outfit. Your outfit was a pair of jeans with a cute flowing blue short-sleeve shirt. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled you were ready. Your hair was naturally wavy so you didn't have to do anything to it.

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7 PM came around and Natasha had other plans so it all worked out. Bradley came to the apartment door and knocked, you opened the door and he had flowers in his hands and that made you smiled.

"You're so beautiful." Bradley said and you blushed.

"Thank you." You replied.

"These are for you. I hope you like them." He said and gave you the flowers.

"They're beautiful. I love them. I'm just going to put them in a vase." You said and did just that and welcomed him in. You had your back to him when he started to speak.

"I found this awesome Thai place just right outside of the base. You're going to love it." He finished as you turned around and smiled.

"I've heard some good things about it. I've always wanted to go there but never have the time." You told him and he smiled.

"Well I'm glad I'm the first one that will be taking you." He said "You ready to go?" He asked and you nodded.

"Absolutely." You said and the both of you headed out the door and to his Bronco. You got there and he opened the door for you like a true gentleman. He shut the door and got into the driver's side and started it up and started to drive toward the restaurant.

You arrived at the restaurant and he killed the engine and got out and was at your door before you could get your hand on the handle. He held out his hand and you took it letting him guide you out and into the restaurant. You were taken back to your seats and sat down.

"So how do you know Natasha?" He asked you and you smiled.

"I met her when she first came to Top Gun. We hit it off pretty well. I was going to school and helping Penny out. She moved on but we stayed in contact." You said and never nodded. "I hope my dad isn't giving you any problems." You said to him as the waiter came over and took your drink orders.

"No, he's not." He laughed slightly. The waiter came back with your drinks and you were ready to order which you both did. "Does Nat know you're on a date with me?" He asked you and you shook your head.

"No, she does not but my dad does. Don't worry he's ok with it." You said when you saw his panicked face. "What do you say we keep this to ourselves and see how long it takes people to figure out?" You asked him with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Let's do it. Nat is going to flip her lid." He said and your food arrived. You ate and talked making easy conversation.

The night ended too fast in your opinion because the next thing you knew you were back at your apartment. He gave you a goodnight kiss on the cheek and you both said that you would like to do it again.

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This is how it went on for 7 months but each time it got more intimate and staying over at his apartment started, you couldn't stay at your apartment because of Natasha. You both would be sneaking around behind Natasha's back but everyone else knew. Everyone else knew because they figured it out especially when you came to give your dad something during your lunch break and waved at Bradley, who smiled and waved back. Nobody else knew you were a Simpson either but they found out that day.

You had just walked into the building where your dad worked. You saw the group of pilots, besides Natasha. They saw you walk in and then Bradley locked eyes with you, you smiled and waved which he returned. You walked off towards the offices and everyone turned to Bradley.

"What was that?" Jake spoke up just as surprised as everyone else.

"You're going to have to be more specific Jake. She waved and I waved back." Bradley said while looking back down at the work that laid in front of him.

"Oh no. That wasn't just a wave to say that was a wave like you've been together and been sleeping around." Javy spoke up and Bradley stayed quiet not wanting to give anything away.

"Wait....... are you dating her?" Javy asked but Bradley stayed quiet.

"You are!" Jake practically screamed

"Keep your voice down." Bradley said finally looking over at the pilots. He didn't get to speak much more because Cyclone came walking in with his always neutral look and you on his left side. Everyone shoots up and at attention.

"At ease." He said and everyone relaxed and sat down. "This is my daughter, Y/N. I'm dropping her off here right now before she has to go back to work and because I need to get to a meeting. Be nice to her." He said and turned to you.

"If I don't see you again after I get out of this meeting, be safe driving back and I love you." He said and kissed you on the cheek everyone was surprised.

"I will. I love you too." You said as you pulled away from kissing his cheek. He turned and walked off. Everyone was looking at you. After making sure he was truly gone you tackled Bradley in a hug and kissed him hard. Everyone was shocked.

"Oh stop your staring. We're fine with it as along as Nat doesn't know. She'll flip her lid." You told them and they all nodded. You sat on Bradley's lap and you all talked about anything and everything until you looked down at your watch. "Oh shit! I got to go!" You said and scrambled off of Bradley "I'll text you." You told him and you were out the door. As you were hurrying Natasha popped up but you didn't have time to stop and chat. "Hey, Nat. Bye, Nat. I'm late." You said and she waved as you sped down the hallway. She just laughed.

Back in the room, everyone was shocked. Jake quickly got over it and a sly smirk came on his face. "You sly dog. You're fucking her aren't you?" He said and Bradley couldn't help but smile. "I can't believe you're hooking up with the Vice Admiral's daughter." He continued "Does he know?" He asked and Bradley nodded his head.

"She told him that we were going on a date. She said that he was good with it." Bradley said looking up at him just as soon as Natasha walked in having not heard any of the conversation and it was dropped but they gave Bradley a knowing look.

Every now and then Bradley would come up to meet you in your classroom just to see you or have lunch with you. On many occasions, he was still there when students started to roll in. Many of the female students stood there gawking at the handsome male aviator, who was either in his flight suit or khaki uniform.

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Natasha did find out a week after that. It had just become your and Bradley’s 8-month anniversary of dating. You had thought she was going to be gone for most of the morning staying at the base for something she had to do that night, even though it was a Saturday night and Sunday morning. You thought you were clear and you were for the night but not the morning when she came back earlier than what was planned.

You and Bradley had just come back from dinner and sat down on the couch and turned on a random movie. You both weren't paying attention to it too busy with each other. It started with you wanting to watch the movie but then Bradley started by kissing your neck and then he was slowly turning you so that you were facing him. The kissing was slow and passionate. You could feel his one hand that wasn't holding your neck start to creep up your thigh.

"Wait wait." You said and he pulled back with a confused look on his face.

"Is something wrong?" He asked sounding hurt.

"No nothing is wrong everything is perfect. But if we're going to have hot passionate sex I want it to be in the bedroom and not on the couch." You said and watched his face relax.

"You got it, darlin." He said while effortlessly picking you up which made you let out a squeal and clung to him. He started to kiss you again and you kissed back. You could feel how hard he was getting and it only turned you on more. He stumbled his way to your room all of a sudden you felt the mattress on your back and he climbed on top of you kissing you and touching you. It was all too much but it was perfect.

"You're perfect darling." He said as he slowly took your shirt off followed by your bra. He attached to your left nipple and started sucking and gently biting it, which had you moaning and grabbing his head. Your fingers raked his scalp. He moaned and that sent vibrations through your body. He pulled off your left nipple and gave the right one the same attention.

"Bradley." You moaned his name. You could feel him smirking he suddenly pulled off and kissed down your sternum to the start of your jeans and then he started to unbutton the buttons looking up at you.

"You're amazing. You deserve everything." He said while looking up at you as he took off your jeans and underwear and you lifted up helping him.

"You're amazing too. You should be shown appreciation too." You said starting to get up but he wouldn't let you. He quickly shed his clothing and climbed on top of you. He kissed you and you kissed back then he attacked your neck which had you a moaning mess. He quickly made his way down your sternum and to where you needed him the most.

"Later but now it's all about you." He said and you could feel his breath hit your vagina. He licked a broad stripe up and you let out a photographic moan and you felt him smirk. You were wet already but this just made you wetter. He kept going and then he was suckinf on your clit which had that familiar rubber band feeling coming to you. Occasionally he would tease your opening with your tongue. What made that rubber band snap was when he gently bit your clit and your vision turned white and stars could be seen.

After a few minutes, you came down from your high and he was crawling up and kissing you letting you taste yourself. You only broke apart when you needed air. "You're amazing." You told him and he smikred.

"You are too." He replied as he moved one hand down to his now leaking pre-cum cock giving it a pump and lining up with your entrance and pushing in. You threw your head back and your hands when to his back and raked your nails down his back leaving marks, he hissed out but in pleasure. "You're always so tight. It's like you were made for me." He said through the pleasurable pain.

"Oh fuck." You moaned out "More." You said almost demanding.

"Yes, ma'am." He said loving that you were making orders. He started to thrust into you and he hit you in all the right places. He brought one hand to catch both of your wrists in his large hands and brought them up above your head. He started to attack your neck with hot passionate kisses. He used his other hand to attack your sensitive clit which had you spreading your legs further. By doing that he started thrusting deeper and hit your g-spot. You were quickly coming to your second orgasm. "I'm close darling." He said and you knew it was true by his thrusts getting sloppily.

"Cum in me." You said and he nodded. He started to pick up his speed in thrusting and on your clit until you both hit your peak. His hips stilled as his cum painted your walls rope and rope and you came on his cock.

You both came down and he gently pulled out and laid next to you and you laid your head on his chest. The room smelt of sex and all that could be heard was both of you heavy breathing. "I'm so glad to be with you. I love you." You said and he dropped a kiss on your forehead.

"Me too darling. I love you too." He replied and both of you fell asleep.

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It was the next morning and neither of you had to work since it was a Sunday. So you decided to pay Bradley a favor and show him the attention he deserved. You woke up before him and slowly kept down until you were at his flaccid cock. You slowly wrapped your hand around him and started to pump him until he was semi-hard, he started to moan but he was sleeping still. He took him in your mouth and started bobbing up and down and dipping your tongue into his slit. He started to thrust into your mouth and you hallowed your cheeks to take him further. It was a good thing that your gag reflex was almost nonexistent.

Bradley slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you. You had your eyes closed but sensed he was watching you and opened them and looked at him through your lashes. He put one hand on your head but didn't press down. He was close. He was moaning and almost panting. "Yes, Darling. I'm close." He said After a few minutes, you came up for air, but immediately went back and swirled your tongue around his tip, and that is what sent him over the edge. He came into your mouth, and you could taste his salty cum and swallowed it all. You pulled off of him when he was down and wiped the excess into your mouth. "What was that for?" He asked you.

"Well, you took such good care of me last night that I decided to repay you the favor." You said and he pulled you up to him and kissed him. He could taste himself. You pulled away for air.

"Get dressed, I'll make breakfast." He said and helped you get up. You slipped on your underwear after you found it, and on his oversized shirt, you forfeited the bra. He got up and pulled on his boxers. As he followed you out into the hallway you stopped short, because right in front of you in the kitchen was none other than your roommate, Natasha Trace. You stood there like a deer caught in headlights.

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"Natasha. I thought you weren't supposed to be back until later this morning." You said and grabbed a pair of sweatpants that just so happened to be in the hamper. Bradley had gone back to the room and grabbed his pants. You were wearing his shirt so he forgot about it, it's not like she hasn't seen him thought a shirt.

"I got done early." She said slowly back "What is Bradley doing here? Why are you wearing his shirt?" She asked she had a feeling what the answer was going to be.

"I think you should sit down." Bradley said from behind you and you both walked into the kitchen and you both sat down on the barstool and she sat down at the table.

"Ok. I'm sitting." She said glaring at the two of you.

"I'm just gonna come out and say it." You said, "Bradley and I have been dating for 8 months." You finished and waited for her to blow up but she was just glaring at the two of you.

"Do the others know?" Natasha asked and you nodded.

"They found out last week when I went to drop something off to dad." You said.

"Why was I the last to know?" She asked still glaring.

"I know you wanted me to stay away from him but he's been so sweet to me. I know you were just trying to protect but Nat, I love him." You said she was still glaring but nodded and then turned her attention to Bradley.

"If you dare hurt her or break her heart. I'll be coming after you. I know where you sleep, and work, and you know how I am in the air. Not to mention I know her father." She said to him and he nodded.

"I'm not planning on doing any of those things. I love her too much." Bradley said looking at you dreamily and you looked back at him with the same look. Natasha saw this and finally stopped glaring.

"I am really happy for you guys. Still upset that I was the last to know, but that can be settled with you two buying me a drink at The Hard Deck." She said and you both looked at her and nodded.

"Deal." You and Bradley said at the same time.

"I'm gonna start making breakfast. Nat why don't you go and change?" Bradley said and she nodded and got up and headed off down the hallway. As she was walking she called over her shoulder.

"You better not have fucked anywhere in the kitchen or on the couch!"

You both laughed and shook your heads. You haven't yet but time will tell.

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The new member | Part 2

Pair: Miles Quaritch (baby blue boii) x Human reader

tw: Recom squad, fluff, save pandora team, Spider being a baby, teasing, This changes according to the chapter.

POV: Y/N is sent from Earth to Pandora to be part of a particular group of people…

p.s. This story is created after the ship altercation. Neteyam never dies, the sullys are able to run away, but spider decides to go with his "father" to the base. All recoms are still alive.

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

NOTE: Ahhh I feel that something is missing in this chapter, but I like it anyway. By the way, thanks for the comments and likes, I didn't think you would like it. From now on I warn you that I'm not very expert in this Navi culture, but I've done my best. And sorry for the spelling. English is not my mother tongue. Enjoy the reading!!

You were so tired that as soon as you entered your new room you fell into bed. You didn't even take off your clothes, you just lay down to rest. It wasn't long before you heard knocking at the door. Tock ,tock, tock " Señorita Y/N, are you there?" you hear a man's voice, you opened your eyes slowly as you got up and went to the door. "H-hello, is something wrong?" you say as you look at the man, if your memory does not fail you it is soldier Lyle. " Dinner is ready, we are all in the dining area" lyle speaks to you with a goofy grin. " I'm going to change my clothes, and I'm on my way" you say giving him a smile. "Perfect, when you walk out the door you go right, keep walking and then left. There are signs there to help you" Lyle says as he walks towards the exit. "Thank you!" you close the door, to change into the new uniform that was in the closet in your room.

You had to admit that the model wasn't ugly, but you didn't like the color. It was navy blue and it was a jumpsuit. And an ugly label that said your name. "Well, they could have put more effort into the clothes" you think as you walk out of your room into the hallway. It wasn't hard to get to the dining area, as you approached you could hear the crowd. You entered through the front door, there were so many people that you were surprised. You were analyzing the situation, how it all worked. In the distance a Miles had already found you. He saw how you looked lost, and fearful. He was at the table with his team. He got up and walked over to you.

As soon as he got up, you could see him. By your calculations, his height was 9.0 feet. You could see he was in a great mood, his tail wagging as his body swayed. "Y/N, I thought you wouldn't make it" Quaritch said as he inhaled oxygen from his mask. "Sorry, I wanted to make myself more comfortable" he says and you lower your gaze. His presence was intimidating. "I can see that, you're lucky… not everyone looks so good in uniform" he says as he looks you up and down. "Thank you" you lift your face and give him a big smile. You had to stop doing that, because you were killing him and you've only been on base for a couple of hours.

"Well, there are the platters over there… And over there you can have all the food you want. Our table is right over there" Quaritch points to the location of his table. He gives you a small smile and walks away towards the table. You can see how the whole team is watching as you two were talking. You shift your gaze and walk over to grab the food. After choosing a few things, which for your taste were not very appetizing. You walk towards the table where Quaritch was. When you arrived, all eyes turned to you. You knew that you were not very well received by some members of the squadron. And this made you more nervous. "Hey, sit down here," says mansk, pointing next to him. You sit down, and start playing with your food.

Right in front of you was Quaritch, to the right of him was lyle, to the left was z-dog. "If you don't try it, you don't know if you're not going to like it," says lyle with a chuckle. You were deciding what you were going to put in your mouth, everything looked gross. "Mmm, nothing really catches my eye," you say. "Sorry, the spoiled little girl wants something prepared on the spot," sneers z-dog, followed by a few other members. You shift your gaze. You didn't want to look for trouble, everyone at this table was twice your size. "Hey, let her get comfortable here," says Quaritch. " Well then let her get acclimated quickly, because if she doesn't she won't survive a month here" says z-dog, it was already clear that this woman didn't like you. "Don't worry princess, Lyle Wainfleet is at your feet" says Lyle bowing, Miles gives her a tap on the shoulder. Everyone laughs, at least there were members of the group who didn't dislike you.

When dinner was over, everyone walked to the rooms. Lyle was next to you, explaining everything and asking you questions about what you were doing here. And you guys joke about everything. Quaritch is right next to Lyle, listening to everything, not talking but listening to everything. The rest of the group is up ahead. Miles had noticed Lyle's sudden fascination with you, usually Lyle wasn't this attentive, if it wasn't something that caught his attention. But don't blame him, you were adorable. "Don't worry buttercup, we'll keep you safe on missions," says lyle. " Missions?" you ask, no one told you they did missions. "Yes, the camp missions. We check to make sure everything is running smoothly, we take care of security." Quaritch says. "Keep the blue monkeys under control," says Lopez shouting a little from the front. "That word is offensive, you have to learn to respect life on this planet. I remind you that we are the parasites here. Besides… If we are talking about blue monkeys, you already belong to the clan." You say annoyed, as you step forward and walk towards your room. Everyone is silent, looking at each other.

"And this one who she thinks she is" says z-dog." ya, let her go…." Quaritch says. "Everyone get some rest tomorrow, we have a long day ahead of us," he says as he watches all his companions go to their respective rooms. Miles takes advantage and knocks on your door, you open it in annoyance. I could see the annoyance on your face. "Hey, I'm sorry… we didn't mean to" Miles was trying to apologize, he could be a jerk sometimes, but he was a gentleman. "I know…" you shift your gaze. "Well…I'll let you get some rest see you in the morning."

It was morning, you didn't go to breakfast or even leave your room when everyone was getting ready. You knew you had to meet the squadron at 10 am. You had received a message from your boss. You got up and got ready. You came out of your room and saw a boy. He wasn't much younger than you. He was sitting on the couch, trying to read something. "Hi!!!" you greet, and the boy is a little startled, and gets up from the couch. You could tell he was wearing navi clothes. The boy greets you. "Hi… you're the new girl?" says spider. "Yes, I'm Y/N nice to meet you" you say as he moves closer to you. "I'm Spider. "Spider?" you laugh a little, he laughs too. " Yeah, that's what they named me when I was a baby. Although Quaritch says my real name is ' Miles socorro Quaritch."

"So you know him!!!" you say, it seemed strange to you that the boy knew the colonel. "Yeah, he's my dad." Dad?how is that possible?, spider could see your worried face and state of shock. "Well he's not my original father…but he has the memories of him."

"Oh, I get it…the whole recoms thing" You kind of get the situation. "Hey, I need to go to the exit area…I'm supposed to meet the team and I really have no idea where it is" you ask the guy. Spider agrees and accompanies you. You told him everything, why you were there and what you were going to do. He also told you how he got there. "So you're older than me by only 5 years, that's impressive" says spider, while you enter the area where everyone was. "Yesssssss" you were laughing, with him. "Well, I see you two have met" says Quaritch coming up to you. "Yeah, Y/N is funny" Spider and you and he laugh.

"Well-well, we have to go" says Miles, the whole squad was already going prepared. They had weapons and were very well protected. And you, well, you just had your notebook. "Come here little one." Miles approaches with a bulletproof vest, before you complain Miles speaks. "Put your arms up" Quaritch asks, you do as he commands. He put the vest over your arm, lowered it over your torso and began to adjust it. "You have to wear one of these, it's dangerous out there" you were looking him in the eye, he was right in front of you, kneeling on one leg. He looked so good, you had to play it cautiously. "You're ready now, let's go!!!" Quaritch stood up, and put his hand on your back dragging you with him. You watch as spider accompanies him, the boy is next to you. They boarded the helicopter. Quaritch was on your right side and on the left was spider. The boy was talking to you.

Quaritch couldn't deny that the scene was adorable. He hadn't seen spider so excited and happy since he was at the base. And seeing that he was joking around, and having fun made things easier. After all it wasn't so bad that you were here with them. The trip was quick, and you got off in an area where there was a lot of logging. Miles helped you down, taking you by the waist. Wow, you could see he made no effort to move you. "All right, nice and straight," he set you down, and shifted his gaze quickly. Lyle noticed this and chuckled to himself. You walked a little deeper into the jungle, you couldn't believe what you were seeing. They had destroyed so much vegetation, it was almost a graveyard.

The squad was analyzing the area, while you and spider were looking at the ravages of excavation and mineral extraction. Spider was standing next to you, and he could see your expression change. You were sad. You looked at him for a moment, and he gave you a comforting smile. You pulled out your notebook and began to write your first report.

Quaritch came over to you, you were sitting on a log writing down everything you saw. I knew it all had to be negative, it's not like he did all this. But it was his people. "And how's that going?" he asks, you looked up and I could see how serious he was. You shifted your gaze and kept writing. Spider was looking at what you were writing. "And what does it say here?" the boy asks you. "Can't you read?" you ask him. "Just a little bit, but I'm not very good" he says while dragging the back of his head. "Don't worry, if you want I can teach you?" you tell the boy, he nods his head. You continue writing. Miles was right next to you, he was standing vigil. Until one of the team members calls out to him. "Stay here, ok… no more exploring alone," Quaritch says as he walks away.

When miles was far enough away spider approached you. "You want to see something?" you look up. "What is it?" you smile, as you follow spider through the jungle. As you were going in more and more you could see how beautiful everything was. Spider is running, and he climbed up to a pretty high branch. "Come, give me your hand" he is inviting you. "I'm not very flexible," you complain. "Come on…you'll be fine" you take his hand and climb up. "You see!!!" spider drags you along with him. The two of you are having a great time. The wildlife was so beautiful, you couldn't understand how they could destroy all this and not feel guilt.

"I would have liked you to meet my friends, they would have liked you" spider says, as he sits on the edge of a branch, which was quite high off the ground. You sit next to him. "Do you know original navi?" you ask him. "Yes, and they are much cooler" you laugh at his comment. Quaritch was walking back to where he had left you and saw nothing. He startled. He ran to the trunk, and saw that there was only your notebook. "Lyle, mansk scour the area!!!" Quaritch could see some footprints on the ground.

You and spider were talking about whatever, he was fun to be with. You were so interested in the conversation, you didn't notice an angry Quaritch. Who was watching you from below. "GET OFF THAT BRANCH!!!!" Hearing Quaritch's shout, you were scared by the scream and slipped off the branch. Spider tries to hold you up, but your vest slips from your hands and you fall from the tree. Miles runs to get closer and try to catch you. It was about a 15-foot drop. You were screaming, but just before you fell… Miles was able to hold you, but it wasn't enough, because he went to the ground with you causing you to hit your foot. "Ahhhhh it hurts, it hurts so bad!!!" you screamed, you had gotten a pretty nasty cut on your knee. Miles was holding you in his arms. "Hey, take it easy…breathe. That's just a bump" he says, he's trying to reassure you. Spider comes running down. " I'm sorry, I just wanted to …." Spider felt bad, he just wanted me to show you more of the jungle. "spider….shut up" Miles looks at him annoyed.

"Ohh wow…that looks ugly" Lyle had found them and was getting closer. "Yeah, maybe she dislocated her ankle. We need to get her to the base. Lyle, get everyone and tell him we're coming back" Quaritch orders the soldier, who runs off to tell his buddies. Miles starts to walk straight to the helicopter, spider follows him somewhat saddened. When you arrive, Quaritch doesn't let go of you and sits with you on his lap, it's not like he makes you uncomfortable. But you could see the looks on the squadron's faces as they arrive and watch the scene. "shhhh it hurts so much" you squeak a little. "can you move your ankle?" you try to, but nothing. "It's dislocated, don't worry we'll fix it" miles gives you a smile. You were in pain, but you couldn't help blushing. You were so close to him, his hands were holding your legs and the other was hugging your whole body. You looked away to distract yourself, but you saw how lyle was looking at you. He laughed and gave you a wink. "what a sucker" you say to yourself.

When you got to the base, Miles dropped you off at the nurse's office. Spider stayed with you, you could see how sorry he was. "It wasn't your fault, plus this is nothing" you say, poor boy. He wanted to be swallowed up by the earth. After a couple of hours, spider helped you to your room, there was no one in the common area. "You're going to be okay?" Spider asks. "Yeah, take it easy…go and get some rest" you give him a squeeze and he leaves you alone in the room. You had to admit, you were hurting all over. Even though Miles had helped you, the fall was horrible for you. "May I come in?" you heard a voice. "Yes go ahead" you couldn't get out of bed, your right foot was bandaged. Miles came in, he had some things in his hand. "I brought you dinner, and I came to check on that foot" he came over and put everything on your bedside table. "Thank you so much!!!" you say, he was already kneeling in front of you. He signaled you to sit on the edge of the bed. He was taking your foot, to put a kind of cold pack on your ankle." Really, thank you very much" Quaritch looked at you, even though he was on his knees he was right at your level. "You don't have to thank me." You had on a large shirt and shorts, miles was stroking your legs with his hand, trying to massage the area. "This is going to get better," his voice was low. His hand was quality and soft. You laughed a little, because his rubbing on your skin tickled. You could see a small smile creep across his face.

"you're beautiful" you put your hand to your mouth. You just had just been thinking out loud. Quaritch noticed how red you were getting and he poked the tip of your nose with his hand. "Thank you…you're the first person to say that to me" miles couldn't stop laughing. " no, I'm not sorry…I didn't mean that….Wait, yes you are beautiful…but" miles stands up a little, and gives you a kiss on your forehead. "rest up honey, see you tomorrow, yes?" he says, you swear you saw a strange gleam in his eyes. Miles got up and left your room.

There you had been left in a state of shock, and with your heart racing in millions.

p.s I swear I wanted to make this part quite long, but I have a lot of work to deliver tomorrow. But the next part is going to be longer and better …. So yeah, there's going to be more parts * wink, wink*.

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[navybrat817]

Oh, Navy. You and Bucky have been bad. Really bad. Like, Steve caught you both mutually masturbating to the video you three filmed last month.

You know the one where they double penetrated that pretty kitty of yours until you were gaping and both of their seed leaked from between the seams to dribble down into Bucky's short hairs as Steve continued to pump his load from behind you, emptying his balls.

The one that when you finally came around them and they released their hold on you, you found yourself staring at all the filth that had pooled around Bucky's cock, slipping down to his crack.

The one that suddenly had you batting your pretty little doe eyes at Steve and him cocking his head, asking "What's the matter, sweetheart? Did you want permission to clean Buck up? You have it."

And you shook your head, your fingers moving to the apex of your thighs, playing with the mess there. "No, daddy. I want to see you clean Bucky up."

The thing is, Steve doesn't do that. You clean them up. He and Bucky clean you up. But Steve never cleans Bucky - that's a submissive move. But those damn eyes of yours and the way you toyed with your clit had him stroking his cock again. He'd never kneel in front of Bucky so he made sure the brunette stayed laying down as he dropped toward him.

"Hold your legs apart, Buck. Our girl wants a show."

And boy, what a show he gave! He sucked that cock until it was shiny and hard as steel, ignoring the hard member to seek out all cum that had slipped to his hole. Steve ate that hole hard. Grunting and knawing at the tender flesh until Bucky was thrusting his hips and you joined in to suck him off as Steve ate him out.

Well, Steve wanted that video buried. He's a dom and Bucky had promised to trash it, but here you both were, getting off to it - without Steve.

Big no.

You're in sooo much trouble. But something tells me you'll enjoy your punishment

I'm DEAD. Please. How can this be my life?!

But, oh, Steve wouldn't be happy. Not only did you disobey him by not deleting the video, but you're getting off without him? It's like you're ASKING to be punished.

He knows what to do.

While he may use something soft to tie you down and give you a false sense of security, vibranium cuffs are very useful when he wants to restrain Bucky. Because you wanted to get off so badly (and he KNOWS you're the one who convinced Bucky NOT to delete the video), he'll make sure you do just that. Over and over and over.

With tears streaming down your cheeks as you clench around the vibrator inside you, Bucky watches in agony, even while thrusting up into Steve's hand. He knows you'd rather get off with his or Steve's cock inside you. And with as hard as he is, Steve hasn't let him come at all. Each time he gets close, the blonde grips the base of his cock to stop him.

"You get off when I say so, you understand me, Buck?"

Bucky whines when Steve turns the vibrator up, your cry making him twitch with need. "Stevie, please. Fuck, please."

"I told you to get rid of it. Fucking brats never listen, do you?"

"But she looked so beautiful. So did you," he's panting as Steve's thumb brushes over the tip. "Don't you, fuck, get it? You were still in charge. I came only when YOU said so."

"Steve, daddy, sir," you moan, lifting your head. "He's right."

"Our Captain," Bucky sighs.

"Our daddy," you add.

Steve has to agree it was hot catching you building yourselves up from the mere sight and sounds of the three of you. The whimpers Bucky let out when he had his tongue deep in his tight hole, along with the muffled moans of yours as you swallowed him down, had the Captain aching with the need. He adores and loves you two, even when you disobey him.

He'll remind you of that once the night is over.

"You still tried to get off without me. So you two better sit tight. It's gonna be a long night."

Maybe if you both prove you're sorry, he'll clean both of you up.

*****

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[disruptivevoib]

mx voib how on earth do you go about designing your hmsw variants, i'm so jealous

Oh I feel fancy now!

Anyhow, I don't have any distinct go-to process but generally having a good idea for the au or the concept I want to design them based on and stemming from there.

Many of my more baseline Aus are close to my canonical designs. With the re-designs of Eleutheromania having a half/half Heart to match the Mind design and make him more distinct.

Then there are the more abstract things like the "Death Thirds" Which is an au I've not really spoken on, and I don't recall if I've posted them here. Though I know I have on Twitter. (I recall CJ liking the Soul design)

Those are meant to be more ethereal, uncanny and inhuman designs. They are VERY self indulgent and more an experiment than anything. Though I knew I wanted to use the Mind design off the album cover for CCCC as baseline inspo for Mind. Soul happened kind of accidentally tbh. I was doodling and he came about.

Theres a set I'm drawing right now which have been far more in-depth. But thats because they stem from an existing media. But that's all I'll say on that one!

As for the smaller guys... I wanted to draw an HMS which was closer to 'canon' in some ways or just different from my typical used for the Song Pieces! They actually well exemplify some thematics in terms of square mind, circle heart, triangle (with rounded edges) soul. Which is a motif I've had since even my VERRRRY very very first concept ideas for my HMS designs!! Shape language is very important to me, and its something I highly suggest learning about or messing with.

I also like to take their canonical clothing; Mind's leather jacket or black vest, Heart's hoodie, Soul's jacket and apply or manipulate it to fit a design. The stripes in my Soul jacket I believe aren't how the real jacket CJ owns is but more so ripped from Kai @/calamarispiderart ?

But yeah! Overall. Themes, motifs, things like that are key in my designs.

Pluto is also a good show of that. I wanted to make sure he looked as faded and washed out as he felt. So his hair is white and his colors, even his Heart and Mind's colors are desaturated and a little off. Lacuna Mind leans into navy and teal while Lacuna Heart is nearly pink!

The Swap designs are also a good example. Viscera is a Whole with nothing in him, and while now I see Soul as more exemplifying that- Whole needs to exist in this au more physically. So— Viscera takes that place. He's a husk and a shell. The half mask with an empty void on the otherside showcases just as much. And for as uncanny and blank as he seems, he is soft. His face is always very soft and maybe a little bit sad. Ennui, Swap!Mind maintains the half/half motif of my Mind designs if only to keep him recognizable. But, his source is a jagged and sharp edged heart and the strings run in a simplistic but sharp form of a heartbeat. Electricity forced to be another way. His features are also softer still from the typical Mind design! Even in what he wears! Judge I have fewer notes on other than his blindfold is not present and in its place is his brain source, obscuring both his eyes if he technically has them at all. Astray, Soul, is faceless. For what is Soul supposed to even be without the mask? Especially when he doesn't know much of anything at all.

Sooo yeah! Just. A big ramble that boils down to the answer of... I try most often to make sure the designs convey the personality or story of the character in some way. Themes and motifs or ideas from or for the au also play that same part.

Course I cannot tell you why the au where they are in eternal snow, Mind has white hair. That is far more a "felt like it" moment than anything else.

Sorry if this is too broad or non specific. I can probably go more into depth on particular designs but yeah! And sometimes a design is one and done. Other times they need many thumbnails or concepts to cycle through. My own designs for the canon HMS have changed a lot in little ways since I began drawing em!

#voidthoughts #hope that helps. #I'd get images and write or draw on them but my tablet did die yesterday so im in the awkward stage of #can i fix it or do i have to buy a new one #asks #thank u tho anon!! #i love character design very very much i could talk about it forever.

[averagejoesolomon]

Gang, I could not be more delighted to share this chapter with you. I know I always tell you to buckle in, but for this one, you ought to buckle in. I'm so serious. You don't have any idea what you're in for. And if you're new here and want to get in on this madness, you can read Full Circle from the beginning on Ao3. Enjoy!

Chapter Five

The most prominent religion in Russia is Orthodox Christianity, but the national church is the Bolshoi Theatre, where crowds worship week after week, night after night, among gods by the name of Ramanov, Stalin, and Gorbachev. Built less than a mile away from the heart of Moscow's governing epicenter, the Bolshoi weaves ballet into the political pulse of the country. It announces a national pride on stages across the world. It is an institution. It is a sacred arthouse. It is the venue of choice for Russian chairmen and it is the top item on the visitation itinerary for any and all foreign dignitaries.

It's also a spy's worst nightmare, crawling with the sort of people Matt's made a career out of avoiding.

He can think of at least two-dozen different ways to spend this evening that don't include revealing his face to the better part of the Soviet parliament. A single misstep—one unlucky run-in, introduction, or incident—could spell serious trouble for Matt someday down the line. When he brought this concern to Rachel, she had suggested he wear a disguise.

"I can't do my job wearing a disguise," he had told her, and when she inquired as to why, he had said, "Disguises, by design, draw the eye. If you want me to be your guy in the crowd, you can't paint a three-inch scar on my face or put me in some God-awful gaudy wig."

This must have been a convincing enough argument, because she didn't have a counterpoint to match it. Instead, she calmly pointed out that he could either show his face anonymously at the ballet, or he could wait until the Soviets found it next to his name, age, place of birth, and designated passport number. The choice, she had said, would be up to him.

So now he stands at the base of the Bolshoi foyer, an exposed American nerve in a hostile crowd. "All good, Ace?"

It had been Rachel's idea to travel separately, all four of them staggering their arrivals across the past six hours. Grace has been onsite for ages, posing as a photographer for a famous Russian newspaper that took a bribe from Langley five weeks back. Abe followed close behind, masterfully playing the role of low-ranking British royalty and receiving all of the VIP tours and introductions that come with his faux dukedom. He'll join Matt and Rachel for the performance later on, watching from the elite visiting dignitaries box while the two of them slum it in twelfth-row center.

Matt, for his part, has already slipped in through the maintenance corridors under the guise of a furnace inspection that's been scheduled for seven months. He's shed himself free of the branded navy coveralls to reveal the perfectly tailored Versace below. As he fusses with his ivory cufflinks, he wonders how Rachel managed to pin down his exact measurements, but knows a fella shouldn’t ask questions he doesn’t want answers to. "Patience, Nebraska," she says, voice crackling in his ear. “Good things come to those who wait."

Last, but certainly not least to arrive is Rachel, who carries enough natural poise to breeze through the Bolshoi's front doors without a second glance from anyone in sight. From his place at the bottom of the Bolshoi's elegant double staircase, Matt spots her through the crowds above, clocking the familiarity in her movements before anything else—the stubborn set of her shoulders, a graceful glide of her hand along the banister, confident steps as she begins her descent in his direction.

And by God, she is a sight to see.

Her dress is the classy sort of affair that suits her perfectly, a solid black number sewn from silk and cut into a simple silhouette. The neckline settles along her collarbone and swoops from shoulder to shoulder, paired with soft loops of fabric that drape listlessly along either arm. This weighty, sophisticated feel curves down to her hips, where the dress drops off into an inky sheath that pools at her feet, as though she's been poured straight over the steps. She lifts her hem with a gloved hand, the motion effortless and practiced, and she never looks more like herself than when there's a string of pearls around her neck. With each step, Matt notices her anew, taking in the sheen of the silk, the red of her lips, the soft, subtle bounce of a relaxed updo pinned in place by Swarovski crystals.

Just when he thinks the sight can't get any better, she looks up at him and smiles. "There you are, darling."

Her Russian is technically perfect, the same way her shots always land dead center, and her punches always strike in exactly the right spot. "Are you ready, my love?" he responds, his own contrasting Russian forged in the streets of Leningrad. "I was beginning to grow worried."

He meets her at the final stair and passes along a sleek glass of bubbling Champagne to match his own. Neither of them will drink tonight, but the glass had given Matt a reason to look busy while he waited for her arrival. Somehow, she makes it look like the perfect golden accessory to her ensemble and, after a demure sip that doesn’t make it past her lips, he holds out an arm to her. When her sleek glove slips through his elbow, he can’t hide the warm, tingling shiver that buzzes straight down his spine.

"You will never truly understand the woes of the women's restroom," she replies, and he senses some truth in this predetermined conversation point, despite it being scripted to subdue wandering ears. "Do you have the tickets?"

With his free hand, Matt reaches into his inner pocket and produces two strips of cardstock placed by Rachel before leaving the safe house. This sparks a subtle satisfaction in her, as she mentally checks another box in her fifty-point plan for the evening. Change into her dress, check. Meet on the lower level, check. Pretend to be married, and dating, and in love—check, check, check.

Etiquette dictates that he lead them inside, for the sake of chivalry. Handily, the mission brief also dictates that he lead them inside, for the sake of discretion. Guided by the two complimentary motives, Matt greets the usher with a perfectly neutral hello, and the usher tears their stubs with a hospitable smile. They both receive a program and make their way into the low hum of chatter inside the theatre doors.

Matt has only seen the inside of the Bolshoi once before, when the agency first sent him overseas to train and take in the culture. It's just as striking as he remembers, six balconies carved from intricate gold and dressed in heavy, burgundy velvet. In those early days, a more senior agent had suggested that this place was designed to highlight its visitors just as much as its on-stage talent, because if one could afford an extravagant evening at a Bolshoi performance, then they were certainly the type of person worth noticing. This is especially apparent with the presidents’ box, which takes up two full stories at the center of the balconies and is accented by all the usual curtains and trimmings one might expect to adorn the stage.

Matt and Rachel’s seats are less auspicious, which is entirely by design. The carpet sinks beneath their shoes as he guides her toward a stout velvet seat tucked beneath the first balcony. They offset one another, Rachel’s sharp vigilance balanced by Matt’s casual covertness. As they walk, Matt spots Abe three stories up, chatting to a gentleman with a round gut and a distinguished mustache. Grace is out of sight and, if all goes according to plan, she will be all night. The ambassador to Turkey is ten yards away, the Minister of Justice is sharing a drink with the Minister of Transport, and Matt’s fairly certain that the young lady seated two tiers above them is a descendant of the long dethroned royal family—at least, she’s surrounded by enough armed goons to make people think she is.

If they get out of here without incident, it’ll be a miracle. "After you," he says, gesturing toward their seats. He wraps a possessive hand around to the small of her back, intending to let his lady lead the way like his pops taught him, but something in his brain snaps when he feels her bare skin at his fingertips, a warm and golden flood now washing every thought downstream.

So caught up in surveilling the crowd, he’s neglected to notice one key element about his partner—she seems to be missing half her dress.

The modest neckline sweeps into a wholly immodest back, a deep black V dipping low along alabaster skin. The silk hugs the outer edges of her rib cage, narrowing until meets at a single point that cradles the base of her spine in a gentle, swooping ripple. She's surprisingly soft for someone so fit, carved from demure muscle perfectly suited to the deception of spycraft. The smooth slope of her traps. The rounded angles of her shoulder blades. Matt's eyes trail along her exposed vertebrae, connecting the dots down, down, down her back until he's thinking the sort of thoughts that would have his mama clutching at her pearls. It ain't hard to imagine—except, no, he ain’t going to imagine. It ain’t right. It ain’t gentlemanly, to picture his fingertips brushing down her backbone. To hope she’d melt beneath his touch. To crave the feel of his hand at her back, reeling her in close, holding her right up against his—

"Darling?"

And it just ain’t fair, the way she puts on that alluring tone. The way she glances over her shoulder with a pout that sends his pulse plummeting. The way her dark eyes flicker over her dark dress and the way he could tear that damn thing off her, here and now—

God almighty, he has got to get a grip.

"Uh-huh." He feels his cheeks flushing, not with the sight of her, but with the images running through his own head. He blinks them away, silently scolds himself, and clears his throat with the hope that this one action will clear everything else, too. "Coming."

When they sit, Rachel makes a show of reading the program, expertly delving into the sort of bored small talk that belongs to socialites who have spent their entire lives in gorgeous theaters. But beneath the surface, she’s taking stock of every last detail around them and Matt knows he ought to join her. He knows he ought to note the exits, count the security officers, spot every diplomat that might be spotting him. Except the part of Matt that’s trained to notice everything can’t stop noticing her, all of his good sense getting tangled up in the sight, the smell, the presence of Rachel, Rachel, Rachel.

Three cameras cover his closest exit. Rachel’s lips form thrilling new shapes around her Russian. There’s a plainclothes guard sitting two rows ahead. Rachel has a birthmark below her chin. The director of ballet walks in the east entrance. Rachel’s breath hitches on the rise and fall of her chest.

The house lights dim, and Matt uses his Champagne to wash down all the want.

He takes on his own private mission of reigning in his rampant thoughts, but she doesn’t make it easy on him. She smells like wildflower fields and Nebraskan sunlight. She looks the way rock and roll feels on US-20, when all the windows are rolled down. She sounds like a good idea he can’t quite shake. And that dress, that dress. It turns his insides into a mid-April storm, and he’s not sure how he's supposed to sit beside her for the rest of the night, especially not when his brain insists on identifying and cataloging every latch he'd need to unhook in order to unwrap the rest of her.

The orchestra hums to life and the glow of the stage fades into the crowd. The low, blue light seems to catch Rachel in all the right places. The curve of her nose. The pout of her lip. The sharp edge of her jaw, the tender lines in her neck, the elegant curve of her collar bone. The Bolshoi is known internationally for its magnificent mastery of the ballet. It is, in the eyes of many, the most beautiful expression of the most beautiful art form in the world. And yet, as music fills the hall and dancers fill the stage, Matt just can't bring himself to look away from Rachel.

One day, he’s going to kiss her right there, and there, and there.

He will never kiss Rachel Cameron.

One day, he’s going to hold her close, and closer, and closest.

He will never hold Rachel Cameron.

Matt sits through five full movements of Tchaikovsky’s finest, wrestling with back-and-forth thoughts, before Rachel reaches through the darkness and effortlessly laces her fingers in between his. Her hand is cold. Her hands are always cold. It’s one of those things he already knows about her, and the familiarity is enough to send a pang of longing straight up his arm, filling all the empty spaces in his chest until he’s about ready to burst. She’s playing a dangerous game, dancing on the edge of something Matt’s barely managed to restrain. He remembers with a start that she’s wearing a wedding ring—a diamond-studded gold band made to look old and worn, courtesy of Langley’s top jeweler—and he reckons this might be it. This might be the final crack in a dam that’s already on its way out.

That is until Rachel leans in close, her words a whisper rolling over his shoulder, and he realizes that this, actually, is the thing that ends him.

Her breath raises goosebumps along his neck, his shoulders, his back. It’s all twisted up in the raspberries and walnuts they shared in the afternoon, a sweet and earthy scent in equal measure. There’s nothing between them now, except the single inch of her mouth from his ear as she leans in with all the casual belonging of his supposed wife, and he gets so caught up in the feel of her that it takes too long to realize she’s back to speaking English. “Fifth balcony,” she whispers. “Ten o’clock. What do you make of her?”

On instinct, his eyes flick up to her target. He spots it too, a young woman rapt with the dancers below, leaning along the railing just to get a better look. To the untrained eye, she looks like anyone else in the crowd, but as someone who spends plenty of time trying to blend in, Matt notices all of the ways she stands out. Her hair is tied in a low, unglamorous ponytail. Her dress isn’t couture, like so many others here. She wears modest jewelry made from mixed metals—a cardinal sin among polite society. And he’s seen that bag before, in a shop window somewhere in Manhattan.

His attention falls back to Rachel with every intention of crafting an intelligent response, but he gets caught on her eyes before he can get anything out. The way they wait for him. The way they dance between each of his. The way they drop to his lips. The way he can’t help but drop his own gaze to match.

He will never kiss Rachel Cameron.

“The bag,” he mutters instead, and he can’t tell if he’s still looking at her lips or not. He thinks he might be. He probably is. Is he speaking in Russian or in English? “I think its…”

He’s never noticed the low point of her cupid’s bow. The downward draw in each corner of her mouth. The way her cheeks divot ever so subtly, as though she was supposed to have dimples but never found the time for them. Red lips curve around the unsaid end of his sentence. “American made,” she confirms.

The flood is back, biblical and mighty, and his insides warm with the rushing current. Every nerve in his body seems to have found a way to his front, and the shift in weight sends him forward, forward, forward, heavy in her direction. She’s looking up at him—not the stage, not the ballet, but him—with eager eyes, chin raised high, just as it always is.

Except the orchestra trills to a stop. Applause surrounds them. The house lights come up.

Intermission.

The lights break through whatever feelings were fostered under cover of shadow, and the only thing remaining are Matt and Rachel, far too close to something neither one of them can explain. “I should—” he starts at the same time she says, “You need to—”

He waits for her. She waits for him. Finally, when the space between them grows too tight, she reaches through it, hands landing on his bow tie. She straightens each end, then brushes lint from his shoulder. “That’s your cue,” she tries again. “Don’t lose your head.”

It is entirely too late for that, but he swallows this thought down, and opts for a simple, “Yes ma’am.”

It takes more effort than it should to stand from his seat. Somehow, she now sits at the gravitational center of the room, and he has to strain against the pull, one step at a time. Eventually, he manages to join the dozens of other attendees who rush toward the bathrooms and the bars, and the further he walks, the weaker her pull.

When he finally makes it to the lobby, his head clears just enough to wonder what in the Hell just happened.

The events come to him like a mission outline, as though he’s about to debrief with a superior and desperately needs the notes for reference. It’s the only way he can wrap his head around the moment, working through it one step at a time. Except no matter how many times he runs through it, he comes back to the same two steps.

He leaned in.

Then she leaned in.

And he reckons he can understand the first part easily enough, but it’s the second part he keeps getting stuck on, because there’s not a room on this Earth they’ve shared without a fight. On the relational spectrum of people likely to kiss and people likely to brawl they’ve always leaned more toward the latter, and now seems like a Hell of a time to make a leap in the other direction. This is the same woman who tore him apart in Baltimore. The same woman who told him to get lost for two years straight. The same woman who, when they first met, took one glance at him and vowed to make his life harder than it had ever been before.

A lady like that doesn’t lean in. She fights, and yells, and holds grudges. She tells him where to be, when to be there, and what to wear. She gives orders. She makes plans. Rachel Cameron does not lean in—and she certainly doesn’t do so on a whim, in the middle of a mission.

And it occurs to him that this is just another check mark on Rachel’s list. Another scripted moment in her perfect strategy. Of course it is. A wife kisses her husband before he leaves. It’s a cover. It’s a legend. She’s always been one step ahead of him with this sort of thing.

At least, that’s what Matt tells himself as he meanders through the crowds, and it helps his racing heart slow to his resting rate. Mind clearing, he brings his mission objective into focus and works his way toward the fifth balcony using one of the paths Rachel mapped out for him weeks ago. He stops in bathrooms, refreshes his Champagne, and swipes a bite-sized chocolate desert from a passing cart, partly because it’s his best bet at cover, and partly because he’s a sucker for a chocolate mousse. One staircase at a time, he climbs that magnificent Bolshoi Theatre and works his way onto a balcony that isn’t his.

In Rachel’s grand Moscow plan, Matt has six pre-approved options for approaching a potential target. Since the first requires their target to be a man and the second requires there to be a gun pointed at his head, Matt settles for option number three—the confused tourist gambit or, as he prefers to call it, the National Lampoon. “Excuse me, miss?” he says, in the best lost American voice he can muster. “Do you know the way to the—?”

She turns, and any commitment Matt had to his cover immediately shrivels when he realizes he knows the young lady perched in the fifth balcony. He used to have dreams about her. Spent the better part of a year trying to remember every detail about her, from the red hair, to the ring on her finger, to the way she threw a baseball in the basement of Wrigley field. He last saw her skipping down a stoop in Georgetown and if she’s here now, he knows in his gut that something has gone horribly, staggeringly wrong.

“You?” he says, abandoning all pretense as he bolts toward her. “What are you doing here?”

The redhead moves quick, snatching her leather messenger bag and pulling it in close as she scans the balcony for an escape route. Every instinct Matt’s got tells him that she can’t leave with that bag, so he makes himself big and impassable, barely hooking the leather strap as she tries to slip past him. “Let go of me,” she hisses. “What are you doing? Let go.”

“Drop the bag.”

“We’re on the same side.”

“Drop. The. Bag.”

She’s slippery, in that same way Joe can be slippery when he wants to be, and Matt wonders if everyone in the Circle of Cavan learns to run before they fight. She wriggles against his grip, bright eyes wide with panic, but Matt pins her down easy. He’s got plenty of experience keeping runners in one place. “What are you doing here?” he asks again. “Who’s your buyer? What are you—?”

“On the ground!”

When a third voice interrupts, Matt mistakes the accent for Abe and says a quick prayer of thanks for the backup. This relief is quickly doused when he looks up to find a tall, slender stranger holding a gun to the girl’s head. “Whoa, hey,” he says, holding out his free hand. “Easy with that thing.”

“Get on the ground,” says the stranger, and Matt realizes that the gun is actually being pointed at him. “Now.”

Thirty seconds too late, Matt suddenly understands that he hasn’t intercepted a trade. He’s walked right into the middle of it. What’s more, he’s gone and done the exact thing Joe’s always warning him about—he’s backed himself into a corner, stuck between the buyer and the seller with no good way out. “I’ve got company,” Matt tells the team in his ear. “What’s my way out?”

Grace’s voice is absolute, ready with an instant reply. “Through,” she tells him. “There’s a stairwell to the right, but you’ll have to get off that balcony first.”

“I’m coming up,” says Rachel.

Matt shakes his head, even though she can’t see him. “No time.”

“I’m coming up,” says Abe.

“Better make it quick.”

“I won’t tell you again,” the stranger says, adjusting his grip on the gun. “Get on the ground.”

He holds his pistol like law enforcement, all rigid shouldered and stiff stanced. The sight makes Matt sick to his stomach. “You don’t want to do this,” Matt tells him. “You’re putting real lives at risk, doing this.”

The stranger huffs, like he knows everything and Matt knows nothing at all. “That’s rich, coming from you,” he says. “Give up the passports and no one gets hurt.”

“A lot of people get hurt,” Matt argues still pulling at the bag. “Let’s figure something out. Let’s—”

“We are well beyond figuring something out,” says the stranger. “That ship has sailed, and you’re going to jail for a long time.”

“I’m—” Matt’s already started rolling into his next argument before this sentence has time to land. When it does, it stops him in his tracks. “Hold on, I’m what? What are you—?”

In this profession, there are plenty of people Matt never wants to cross. He spend his days with spies, con men, assassins, and rogues, all of whom know how to make his life miserable in horrible and exhausting ways. Right then, Matt adds another name to the list as he watches Abe Baxter sneak up behind the stranger, grab hold of his weakest joints, and bend them in ways that bring the man straight to his knees.

And when Abe looks down at the man’s face, it’s clear that he isn’t truly a stranger after all. “Townsend,” he groans. “You absolute twit.”

Over comms, Grace says, “What the bloody hell is he doing here?”

“I fully intend to find out,” Abe answers. With a glance up at Matt, he gives a nod. “You got the passports? Good on you.”

Matt doesn’t have the passports, so much as he still wrestling for them, but when he goes to point this out, he realizes that his sparring partner is nowhere to be found. In the time it took for Matt to talk his assailant into Abe’s hold, the mysterious redhead has completely vanished. In her place, the strap of the messenger bag is looped around a small golden gargoyle, and Matt’s been wrestling with a ghost.

“Get up, Townsend,” Abe says, and even though the not-so-stranger Townsend has an extra foot of height on Abe, there’s no questions about who’s in charge. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

Matt unloops the strap and digs inside the messenger bag. Sure enough, he finds a pile of little leather covers. He looks over his shoulder, toward the audience below. Toward Rachel, who knows better than to meet his gaze, but does it anyway. He nods, and so does she.

For a single moment, Matt lets himself fall into his own relief. Mission accomplished. Lives are saved. He won’t have to worry about agents arriving at the ranch, or an assassin knocking on the door of the M street apartment. At least, not for now.

But there’s something scratching at his instincts, like he’s being watched, and not just by Rachel. There are eyes everywhere in Moscow, and there are eyes on him now. When Matt scans the crowd below, he spots a gentleman looking back at him. Wide face. Bushy eyebrows. Armed. Matt's short-lived relief fades in a flash as he remembers where he is, and remembers how deadly it can be to be spotted in a place like this.

The house lights flash once, twice, three times, and Matt steps back from the edge of the balcony. Intermission, he thinks, is over.

#Full Circle #I TOLD YOU #I TOLD YOU YOUD LOVE IT #thanks for trusting me with these kids #its a long ride but we are in payoff central

[hangmansgbaby]

Meet the Family | 3

Summary: The day comes for y/n to bury her brother, Jake. With her mother showing up sporadically because of the funeral, y/n faces to reality of everything around her and slowly opens her eyes to what's really going on.

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x reader, Jake Seresin x TwinSister!Reader

Warnings: funeral, mentions of panic attacks,, brief psycho mom, honestly this will probably be rewritten at least 3 times after publication

Note: this takes place in a universe where Goose got nothing more than a serious concussion from the accident.

Word count: 3.2k

Masterlist

"Where are my grandbabies?"

"What are you doing here, Adeline? How'd you figure out where we live?" Bradley questions, blocking the doorway.

"The officer who picked me up from the airport brought me here. I'm staying with my grandchildren for the rest if the week."

"No, you're not. They don't even know who you are." Bradley tells her.

"And who's fault is that? Probably my good for nothing daughter's. Probably why my son is-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. You can wait out here, I'll call you a cab to take you to the furthest hotel from this house." Bradley tells her through clenched teeth.

"I want to see my daughter." Adeline demands.

"She doesn't want to see you." Bradley shuts the door immediately calling a cab.

"Who was that?" Y/n asks.

"Wrong house." Bradley answers, not turning towards her. "They were intended to go a few doors over."

"Okay." Y/n sighs, grabbing her jacket from by the door.

"Where you off to?" Bradley questions.

"Just gonna go grab a few things for uh... dinner tonight." She zips up her jacket, leaning over the kitchen counter, where Bradley is. He kisses her, turning to face her.

"I can see your khakis. You're going to base."

"No I'm not."

"Baby, you're working yourself to the brink, you need to take a break, actually grieve." Bradley moves around the counter, holding y/n's arm so she can't walk away.

"I'm fine, Bradley." Y/n pulls away from him, opening the door.

"Y/n..."

"Mom?" Bradley glances around her to see Adeline still by their door.

"Oh baby!" Adeline tries to throw herself at y/n but y/n has her hands out to stop her.

"What are you doing here? How did you even find me?"

"I'm here for Jacob's funeral. And to see you, and my grandbabies." Y/n just laughs at her comment. "I don't see what's so funny."

"You seriously think that after how you treated me my whole life that I'd let you anywhere near my children?" Y/n questions.

"Because I'm your mother." Adeline answers.

Y/n goes to retaliate but is interrupted by Nick running into the room from the hallway. "Mommy! Daddy!"

Y/n snaps around. She recognizes his tone. His worried tone.

"What is it buddy?" Bradley asks.

"It's Jace!" Nick says loudly. Y/n takes off sprinting to the playroom, Bradley pulling Nick out of her path before following behind, Nick hot on his heels.

Y/n drops to the ground at Jace who laid on his back, crying while taking shallow breaths. "Jace! Come on baby!" She pulls the boy up to sit. You gotta take deep breaths.

"What happened Nick?" Bradley asks his oldest as Carrie runs over to him, crying.

"We were playing and he fell backwards and started making that noise. Mommy said that noise not good when Alex did it." Nick explains. Alex was Nick's friend, another navy kid that y/n occasionally babysat over the last six months.

Y/n loudly lets out a sigh of relief when Jace finally calms down.

"You did a good job getting us buddy." Bradley looks at his son proudly, glad he actually listens to them unlike Bradley at that age.

"You okay, sweetie?" Y/n asks after Jace takes a couple deep breaths. The boy just nods, wrapping his arms around his mothers neck, holding on tight. "It's okay love." She sighs, running a hand over his back as she stands, lifting him into her arms.

"Oh look at you cuties." Y/n turns quickly holding Jace protectively. Bradley pulls Carrie and Nick close, lifting them as he stands, walking away from Adeline.

"Get out." Bradley warns.

"Oh come on! I traveled all this way, let them give grammie some love."

"Get out of my house before I call the authorities. I don't think you want to get arrested for trespassing right before the funeral." Y/n stands in front of Bradley, holding tightly to Jace.

"Fine, but they're going to have to get to know me soon enough. Especially if you want the ranch to stay in the family." Adeline turns, leaving Y/n and Bradley alone with the kids.

"Is he okay?" Bradley questions.

"Just got the wind knocked out of him." Y/n sighs. "How did she even find us? I didn't even tell her I had kids." Y/n questions, softly rocking Jace who was still worked up.

"You dont think Jake would've said anything do you?"

"No. No, it was his idea to not tell her in the first place." Y/n sighs. "We shouldn't bring them tomorrow." Y/n decides.

"We got no one to watch them, baby. Trust me, if there was someone who could watch them, I'd agree." Bradley sets Nick and Carrie down, they immediately return to playing. He walks over to y/n and guides her out of the playroom, half asleep Jace still rested in her arms.

"I dont want her anywhere near them, Bradley. She'll just do exactly what she did to me." Y/n eyes start welling with tears at the thought of what her mother was capable of.

"She won't go anywhere near them." He sits beside her on the couch. "We have the advantage here, we know every single person who will be there and they know that your mother is not allowed near these kids. Everything is going to be okay."

Y/n simply nods, watching her youngest son sleep in her arms. She sighs, knowing that what Bradley said was true. Their friends and family were very protective of their kids so she knew no one would ever get their hands on them.

"You ready?" Bradley stand in the doorway of their bedroom. His dress blues freshly pressed and neat.

Y/n stands on the opposite side of the room, her own dress blues on. She runs her hands over the fabric, feeling constrained by the semi fitted uniform. "Yea, kids ready?"

"Downstairs waiting for you with Mom and Dad." Bradley makes his way over to her, his hands rest on her arms to stop their movements. "You sure you're okay?"

"As okay as someone who's about to bury their brother." She musters a small smile before turning around. "Lets get this over with, please." Bradley nods, taking her hand and leading her through the house. Downstairs, Goose and Carole wait with Jace and Carrie in their arms, Nick close by until he spots his parents.

"Mommy, look! Daddy helped me do my tie!" Nick runs over excited as they come down the stairs.

"It looks so good baby!" She smiles picking up the boy. "Lets get you and your brother and sister in the car okay?"

Its a 45 minute drive to the cemetery and a 5 minute walk to the grave site. Bradley makes sure y/n and the kids are settled before walking back to the main road to meet Coyote, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, and Maverick, the six who would carry Jake's coffin to its final resting place.

Nick, Jace, and Carrie sat next to each other in a few of the chairs at out, Carole sat next to the twins, keeping an eye on them as y/n is greeted by those who came to show their respects.

"Hey y/n/n." Y/n turns to see Lottie, Cass, and Tyler walking up to her.

"Hey guys." She softly smiles giving Lottie and Cass a hug, shaking hands with Tyler. "How are you holding up?" She asks Lottie.

"I'm okay." She smiles softly. "I'm more worried about you. Bradley said you've been avoiding it."

"I'm okay, Lottie. Just ready for it to be over." Y/n sighs.

"Its never gonna truly be over, y/n. You're always gonna miss him." Y/n softly smiles at Cass.

"Oh my baby." Y/n rolls her eyes at the hysterics she hears, turning around to spot her overly hysterical mother making her way up to the gravesite.

"Here we go." She mutters, walking up to the woman.

"Oh my—"

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to go sit over here." Phoenix steps in, keeping y/n from having to deal with her mother.

"I'm family." Adeline retaliates. "We're burying MY son!" They hysterics continue.

"I'm sorry ma'am but only those okayed by the next of kin can sit with the family and unfortunately you are not."

"This was that bitches doing wasn't it? That ungrateful little minx is trying to cut me out of their lives, keep me away from my grand babies."

"Ma'am that is a commanding officer you are insulting." Goose steps forward. "If you cannot show the necessary respect, I will have to have you escorted away from here."

"Wow she's really got everyone playing along with her little game." Adeline scoffs. "That uniform is probably fake."

"Thats it." Y/n scoffs, joining Phoenix and Goose before Adeline. "Ms. Seresin, I am Lieutenant Commander Seresin-Bradshaw. This is Lieutenant Commander Trace and Vice Admiral Bradshaw, my father-in-law. You are no longer welcome here."

"Lieutenants, please escort Ms. Seresin to the main road and make sure she gets in a cab. Escort her to the airport and ensure she returns to Texas, today." Goose directs the two boys who nod and immediately guide her away as she screams.

"No! Thats my son!"

"Not anymore." Y/n says, turning back towards the gravesite, moving to sit next to her kids.

Its not even 5 minutes later that she can see her husband and friends slowly walking up, Jake's casket in the middle of all of them. She tries to hold back her tears, to stay strong for her kids but the reality of the moment sets in. Her brother was in the box with an American flag draped over it. Her husband was about to hand that flag, folded, to her. Coyote was about to hammer Jake's wings into the casket. She was about to permanently say goodbye.

She stared blankly at the box as they lifted the flag, Fanboy and Payback received the honor of folding it. Fanboy takes the perfectly folded flag and hands it to Bradley with a salute. Bradley turns and makes his way to y/n. She stands when he enters her line of sight. He gently places the flag in her hands, a small comforting smile on his face as he nods to his wife. He steps over the Nick and kneels before his eldest. He pulls a copy of Jake's dog tags, handing them over. Nick says thank you, taking the chain from his father, but he doesn't hold on to them. Nick stands on his chair and turns around to where Lottie stands.

"Here Aunt Lottie." He holds out the chain hanging from his small hands. "Uncle Jake want you to have them." Everyone's hearts melt at his comment.

Lottie's eyes well with tears as she takes the chain from her nephew. She pulls the little boy up to her arms hugging him tightly.

Bradley stands, walking over to the other side of y/n, his hand resting on her shoulder as she sits. Maverick says a few words before Coyote steps up, pounding the wings in.

Everyone gathers at the Hard Deck afterwards. Carole and Goose volunteer to take the kids, insisting that y/n needs the weekend to reset from everything. Before anyone leaves, they all stop and offer their condolences to y/n and Bradley. They knew anyone who had ever worked with Jake may want to attend but no one expected this much people to show up.

Y/n must have said thank you a hundred times before she started feeling overwhelmed. More people walking up right after the other. Keeping a straight face, she tries to push the feeling down as more of Jake's previous coworkers come up to her. She offers a small smile to anyone who came up to her but soon it because difficult to muster the smile, which slowly turned to difficulty breathing. Bradley must have sensed her distress (or probably saw the growing shake in her hands) because it wasn't long that he was leading her away from the crowd of people and into Penny's quiet office.

"Baby? You okay?" Everything broke in that instant. One second its shallow breaths, the next its full blown hyperventilation. "Okay, deep breaths babe, come on." Bradley runs a gentle hand up and down her back as she sobs, sitting on the small couch.

"Hey is everything alrigh—" Pete pauses in the doorway of the office as soon as he sees the state of y/n. "What happened?"

"I don't know. I think she got overwhelmed with everybody out there and the minute I got her back here she just broke down." Bradley explains.

"Alright, Bradley go get her some water from the bar. Y/n, look at me. You need to slow your breathing. You gotta ground yourself." Pete instructs, pulling a chair up to sit next to her. "Can you tell me 5 things you can see?"

She mumbles her answer but Pete can see her eyes move around.

"Okay, how about 4 things you can touch?"

She continues mumbling but is still clearer than before, her breathing slows.

"3 things you can hear." Bradley comes back into the room, glass of water in hand.

"You, the—the music, everyone o-o-out there." She stutters.

"2 things you smell."

"Bradley's cologne. Alcohol." She answers clearly, breathing completely back to normal.

"1 thing you taste." Mav finishes.

"My tears." She laughs, licking her lips.

"Here you go." Bradley hands her the water and she immediately drinks it, downing half the glass in seconds.

"Thanks." She mutters, pulling the glass from her lips.

"What happened out there kid? That was a pretty bad panic attack." Maverick questions.

"I just... all those people coming up. Saying the same thing, over and over. I'm so sick of everyone feeling bad for me. I get it, I lost a brother. But I'm not the only one here that lost someone important in their life! Lottie lost the love of her life! Bradley, Phoenix, Bob, Coyote, all of them. They lost a wingman. Hell! Yes, my mother lost her favorite child. Yet everyone wants to tell my that they're sorry, why? Cause I'm the one who got handed that stupid flag?" She says exasperated. "I just want it all to stop."

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't know you felt like that." Bradley's gaze never leaves the ground, only moving when y/n's hand rests on his cheek, guiding him to look her in the eyes.

"Do not start blaming yourself for this. I did it to myself. You couldn't have possibly know with how often I locked myself away."

"I knew you were hurting but I had no idea-"

"I didn't want you to know darling. You had enough going on with your nightmares and own panics." Y/n sighs. "I'll be fine but can we just go home please?"

"Of course." Bradley helps her up from the couch, nodding to Maverick as they go to leave.

"Be careful getting home, you two. Get some rest." Mav pats Bradley's shoulder, holding the door open for them to leave.

That night y/n and Bradley held each other a little tighter. When Bradley woke up suddenly from a nightmare he didn't push y/n off to deal with it on his own. When y/n cried over the loss of her brother again, it wasn't alone in the shower or locked away in her office but in the comfort of their bed, Bradley's arms around her as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

It got easier for them, years later. Y/n had gotten into the habit of calling out to her brother while in the air. "Talk to me Jake" was a common phrase muttered silently to herself as she'd soar through the air. She always glance down at the photo pinned to the empty space of her jet. It was one of her favorites. Jake and y/n were holding the twins. Everyone has joked about how similar the twins looked like their mother and uncle so a mandatory photo of Jace and Carrie in Jake and y/n's stetsons was a must. The hats clearly to big for the kids but y/n could remember their giggles as Jake held Jace and y/n had Carrie tucked into her side.

Each of the kids got something of their uncle's.

Nicholas Bradley had chosen Jake's helmet, which sat on his bedroom shelf until he left for the Academy 16 years later. Only then was it moved into the living room, right next to the folded flag on the bookshelf. 6 years later when Nick finally got his helmet with his callsign written across the front, there was a small half-finished hangman from the dumb game he played in school placed on the left side of the helmet, in honor of his uncle.

Jacob Dean of course got his namesake's Stetson, which would remain on the wall until he was at least 16, when he would start wearing it everywhere. Jace got had gotten into rodeos that year and considered his uncle's hat good luck anytime he went to compete. When Jace turned 18, he decided to go to the University of Texas, Austin, majoring in business. Upon his graduation, he moved onto the Seresin family ranch and built it into something bigger than it ever was. Adeline, despite her distaste for her daughter, had left the ranch to y/n on her deathbed the tear Jace left for college. Y/n hired a few ranch hands to look after it until her son was ready to take over, only then he would decide who stayed on.

Carole Marie chose something simple of his, the brown leather bomber jacket that he always wore. Once she had finally gown into it, it fitting just slightly big, she wore it everywhere. She even took it to college with her. But her favorite use for it was when she did a lesson for memorial day at the end of every year after she started teaching. She would bring that jacket, her grandfather's dog tags, and her great uncle's helmet to class and tell her students about her family. She'd even manage to convince her older brother to come in if he was ever in town to help her. And on Veteran's day she'd always use those big puppy dog eyes to convince her father to pay her class a visit. A trick she most definitely learned from her mother.

As years went on and their kids grew up, y/n and Bradley slowly made it to a point in their lives where they were no longer affected by their grief and trauma. They happily watched their children graduate, go off to college, graduate again, begin their careers, and get married. They even got to see the birth of their own grandchildren, even witnessing a few great grandchildren. Although they had lost so many due to the nature of their job, they still managed to find the joys in life, all of which had to do with their 3 beautiful children.

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #miles teller #rooster #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x reader #glen powell #gbaby meet the family #hangmansgbaby

[callsign-joyride]

30/90 | J.H.S

Summary: Since you were 16, you completely loathed your birthday. After some tension in the air, you let it slip to Bob and Phoenix that it was your 30th birthday. Bob who, after some drinks and slight intimidation, let it slip to Hangman.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!afab!reader (callsign: Dice)

Content warnings: Slight age gap (reader is 30, Jake is 33-34), SMUT (minors DNI), unprotected p in v, reader is on birth control

A/N: You don't want to know how long I've had this in my drafts.

"Okay, what the hell was that about? You could've gotten us killed if that wasn't a training exercise!" Phoenix yelled.

"It won't happen again."

"You know Mav is gonna be up your ass about telling that to our families, right?"

"There's nothing to tell, Phoenix! We're all fine!"

"Dice, take a breather," Bob said.

"Yeah, whatever," you said. You put your stuff down and tied the sleeves of your flight suit around your waist before walking out of the hangar.

You walked around base for a few minutes before heading to your room. You used the time to yourself to put your laundry away and change out of your flight suit. You knew that that was your last exercise of the day, so you slipped into a Navy shirt and running shorts. There was a knock on your door right as you finished getting dressed.

Phoenix and Bob stood outside of your door, so you let them in, grabbing a book to prop the door open.

"We're not gonna yell at you. I just want to know what happened out there today because you were completely fine yesterday and I'm a little worried," Phoenix explained. You sat on your bed and sighed.

"It's my birthday."

"Um, happy birthday? I don't see what that has to do with anything."

"I'm turning 30. The two of you are the only ones who know and I'd kind of like to keep it that way because I don't want to be treated like a baby."

"We won't tell anyone. I think everyone's going out for drinks tonight. You want to come with us? You can ride with me and Bob."

"No, I think I'll stay here. Maybe watch a couple movies and do some reading."

"Okay. Well, let us know if you change your mind."

"I will. Thanks, Phoenix."

"You're welcome."

Hours passed and all you did was watch Netflix on your laptop. As you checked your emails, Phoenix texted you saying that she was about to leave with Bob to go to The Hard Deck. You told her to have fun before going back to your computer.

It was almost one when you realized that your water bottle was empty. Just your luck that it was also past lights out, so you had to sneak out of your room and into the kitchen quietly.

The door to Hangman's room opened right as you walked by it, and he started to follow you to your room.

"Dice! Dice, wait up!" He kept on whisper-yelling. He eventually caught up to you and gently pushed you against the wall that was right next to your door.

"What's this about?" You asked.

"Little birdie told me it was your birthday."

"Bob? I'm gonna kill him."

"No, it's okay. I kinda hounded him about it, anyways."

"Why? I don't see why it matters to you. Hell, we're never in the air together."

"Listen, Dice. We might not be in the air together but that doesn't mean that I'm not allowed to care about you. You could've died up there, and we would've all been left to clean up the mess. I don't know what I would've done."

"What's that supposed to mean? You barely know me."

You glanced down and noticed that his hands were on your hips. You didn't expect your heart to start thumping at the feeling of how close the two of you were.

"We can continue this conversation right here or we can go to your room. Up to you," Jake whispered in your ear. It clicked. You grabbed his hand and pulled him into your room before quietly shutting the door.

You barely had a moment to think as Jake lightly pushed you up against the door and started kissing you. Your arms instinctively went around his neck as his hands roamed your body. He tapped the back of your thigh a few times, a motion signalling for you to jump.

He walked around the room with you in his arms before pushing you against the wall by your desk. You let out a soft moan as you started to feel him grind into you while kissing your neck. He finally laid you on the bed when you tugged at his shirt a few times.

Clothes were being lazily thrown around the room as the eagerness took over.

"Okay, you gotta be quiet. Are you on birth control or...?"

"It's fine."

Jake nodded his head before slowly kissing you. You groaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist as you felt him ease into you. After giving you a minute to adjust to his size, he started to pick up the pace.

"I'm so close. Fuck," Jake whispered into your ear. He reached down and rubbed your clit in tight circles. Your walls tightened around him and you had to bite your lip to suppress a moan as both of you came at the same time.

It took a few minutes for you to catch your breath, and it wasn't long before Hangman got up and started to look for his clothes. You stretched before putting your pajamas on, and he waited until you were done getting dressed to sneak back out of the room.

"This was nice," he said.

"Don't make it awkward, Bagman."

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[cherrycola27]

SIREN'S SONG

Chapter 3: Breakfast

Pairing: Rooster x OC Captain Harper Ann "Siren" Mitchell

Warnings: Mentions of Ejection, injuries, cursing, drinking, self esteem issues, body insecurities. Jake "Hangman" Sersin... yes Hangman gets his own warning because he is fucking Hangman. Allusion to smut. 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: this chapter is inspired by the Dove Cameron song Breakfast... let's just say Hangman gets a taste of his own medicine

Once Harper returned from her parents house after getting a knowing look from Penny, she and Rooster spent the rest of the weekend together, naked, on multiple surfaces of her house making up for lost time.

When Sunday night rolled around, Harper and Rooster found themselves tangled up in sheets cuddling. Harper huffed and looked up at the ceiling. "You know we can't show up to training tomorrow together right" She grumbled against her boyfriends chest "We don't want people especially Mav getting any ideas."

"I know, I know." Bradley replied. "I was planning on heading out of here around 0400 to sneak back on base and get ready" he told her. "That's probably a good idea. Just make sure you a sharp in the morning Bradshaw because I am going to be kicking your ass in the air during a dogfight by 0800." Harper teased. "Is that so Captain Mitchell?" Rooster murmured as he began to place chaste kisses against his girls neck. "Shall we make a bet out of it? I shoot you down first and I get to have my way with you in bed." He wagered. "And what do I get when I when?" Harper prodded pulling back from him "Obviously you get to have your way with all of this" Rooster gestured to himself "So either way it ends with you getting laid is what I'm hearing." Harper laughed thumping him on the chest. "Jesus B what am I going to do with you." She giggled "Love me forever and always." Bradley whispered into her hair while placing a kiss on her forehead. "I think I can do that. Let's get some rest. Goodnight BB love you." Harper sighed as she snuggled close to her pilot. "Love you too Harps." Bradley replied as both pilots closed their eyes to rest up before the long day tomorrow.

True to his word and his Callsign, Rooster was kissing a sleepy Siren goodbye and heading out her... their(?)... door at 0400 to head to base. By 0700 he and the rest of the Dagger Squad were settled in their seats in a makeshift classroom in an aircraft hanger. Rooster looked around remembering the first time they had all gathered here a few years ago. They had all remained close friends. Rooster looked over and saw Hangman sitting up at the front of the class, toothpick in his mouth, cocky smirk on his face while he told Coyote and Fanboy about his exploits over the weekend. "Bradshaw as I live and breath" Hangman crowed. "Didn't see you on base this weekend what have you been up to?" Jake continued. "Hangman." Rooster nodded back "You look good"

"I am good Rooster, in fact I am too good to be true... you'd think you'd have something more to say to the guy who saved your life" Hangman teased. "Somethings never change" Rooster thought to himself. Hangman would never let Rooster or Maverick live down the fact that he had saved them. Even though Rooster and Jake had become pretty good friends, he still knew how to push Bradley's buttons.

Before he could jab back Rooster and the others heard the familiar call of "ADMIRAL ON DECK" only this time the Admiral entering was none other than Admiral Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. The Dagger Squad stood up at attention. "At ease everyone have a seat." Maverick announced to the group with a laugh. "It's good to see everyone again" Mav spoke to the pilots in front of him. "Good to see you again too Pops although wish would could skip all of the theatrics every time you entered a room!" Hangman jabbed at the senior aviator. "You know I could skip the formalities too Bagman, but Navy's rules not mine" Maverick jabbed back causing Phoenix and Bob to snort out a laugh.

"Now I know that since you have been called back you are expecting me to be you instructor..." Pete began not waiting for anyone else to try and get their two cents in. "While I will be serving as a co-instructor for this mission, you will have a new main instructor and I am hoping you will give them the same amount of, if not more respect than you gave me the first time around." Maverick continued shaking his head

Harper quietly entered the rear of the room as her father began his introduction.

"Your instructor for this detachment comes from a long line of Naval Aviators. She has flown and successfully completed several dangerous covert missions during her time in the Navy." Maverick began.

"Did he just say HER? Hangman and Coyote whispered exchanging questioning glances at each other"

"She graduated First in Her Class from the Top Gun program and is considered one of the best pilots the programs has ever produced." Maverick spoke a bit louder to regain the attention of the two pilots infront of him. Rooster couldn't help but grin smuggly to himself has he watch Hangman squirm in his seat.

"She is the only Active Duty Naval Aviator with five confirmed kills, making her and Ace. She is also the only Aviator in the past 40+ years with the title of Ace... the other being myself" Maverick added. She has been called 'The Queen of the Skies,' her exploits are legendary, and I am certain that her skill set will be exactly what you will need to successfully completed this mission." As he finished his introduction Harper walked up the aisle past the waiting stares of the other Aviators and she took her place at the podium next to her father.

"Aviators please allow me to introduce Captain Harper Ann Mitchell... Callsign: Siren" Maverick completed his speech and extended his hands toward her.

"Good Morning everyone." Harper greeted the team before her. "Good Morning Captain" most of the team replied. "I am very excited to work with you all and help you prepare for this detachment. I have heard so much about how fantastic this team is from Admiral Mitchell and I cannot wait to see for myself" before Siren could continue Hangman's hand went up in the air.

"Yes Lieutenant Comander Sersin, is there something I can do for you?" Siren asked him raising an eyebrow.

"Yes Ma'am sweet cheeks... your lastname... Mitchell... any relation to Pops over there?" Hangman said jerkiing his chin towards Maverick who had stepped to the wall of hanger.

Siren let out a long breath and stepped up to the table where Jake and Coyote were seated. She leaned down invading his space.

"First off Bagman..." Siren began with a matter of fact tone clicking her tongue. "It's Captain or Siren... not 'sweet cheeks' and second... why yes there is a relation. The Admiral over there is my father, my dad, my old man, mi padre..." Siren finished and backed up leaving Hangman with his jaw hanging open so far his signature toothpick hit the table. "Doth thou comprehend?" Siren asked sharply to the blonde man.

"Since when does Maverick have a kid?" Fanboy piped up while Jake was still too stunned to speak. "Since about 29 years ago." Siren replied calmly.

"God what kind of fresh hell is this?! We survived one detachment with Maverick only to be called back to learn from his SPAWN?!" Hangman loudly exclaimed. Harper shot a look over to a father as if to tell him to stay put... she had seen him begin to move forward once Hangman had started heckling her.

"Bradshaw..." Jake called over his shoulder.... "You know about this.... about her?" Hangman waved vaugly in Harper's direction. "Yeah Sersin... I knew Mav had a kid... hell, we group up together she's my best friend. We graduated Top Gun together. She kicked my ass for first place. She might even be a bigger pain in the ass than Maverick." Rooster replied back causing Hangman's brain to short circut even more. "How come you never told us Maverick has a kid, let alone a daughter in the Navy?" Payback question looking over at Rooster. "It never came up I guess... plus is really wasn't my business to tell." Rooster shrugged his shoulders and settled back into his seat. Everyone seemed satisfied with his response except for Jake Sersin. "So you mean to tell me, Maverick over there has kept you secret from us for these past few years. And you are apparently just as good as he is? How come you weren't on the last detachment with us?" Jake pried. "I was on a different mission." Siren replied quickly. That was a half truth. During the last detachment the Dagger Squad went on.... the one where she almost lost both her dad and Rooster, Siren wasn't cleared to fly yet after her accident.

"Now if there isn't anything else you want to know, I would like to get started." Siren stated trying to get the group back on track. "Yeah one more thing Siren," Hangman began. "If you grew up with Rooster as a best friend and Maverick as a dad, what's your flying style. Dangerous like the old man or slow and calculated like the chicken?" Jake question her raising his brow. "Well if you must know Hangman, not only did I have Mav for a dad, and Roos as a best friend, Iceman was also my Godfather. I have 3 great influences on my flying and I'd like to think of my flying as taking the best parts of each of their tactics and making them my own." Siren finished and turned on her heels back to the podium not giving Jake a chance to respond. Rooster laughed under his breath at the fact that his girl had Hangman thrown off his game.

Siren had just made her way back up to the podium and was about to begin briefing the other pilots on the mission parameters when Lt. Sersin spoke up once again.

"Well that explains it then." He called smugly. "Explains what Lieutenant?" Siren asked her back still facing the crew. "Why you are where you are in your career." The cocky man continued. "No wonder you have so much 'expertise' for this mission, I bet Iceman and your Daddy probably greased some wheels to get you on those missions, and probably made some deals so you could graduate first at Top Gun... hell Daddy Mav is probably the reason you are up there teaching us today! Unlike you Siren, the rest of us had to earn our spots... we didn't get this far just because of our name... now tell me Captain... did Daddy pull your papers to the Academy too, or were you the kid he actually loved?" Hangman finished slinking back into his seat, toothpick between his teeth and a shit eating grin on his face.

Rooster blood was boiling... how dare Bagman talk to his girl like that. Harper had earned everything she had. She worked twice as hard as any of the other pilots at Top Gun. She was an Ace for God's sake. Rooster wanted to get up and punch the stupid grin off Jake's face but he knew he couldn't. If the squad was ever going to respect Siren, he had to let her handle this on her own. Bradley looked over to Maverick who gave him a knowing nod and mouthed "Just wait" to him.

Siren paused and rolled her shoulders back standing up to her full height, which wasn't much as she was only five feet and five inches tall, but she had never been one to back down from a challenge especially from an egotistical jerk face who needed to be knocked down a few pegs.

"Listen here Dickhead." Siren huffed slamming her hands down on the table infront of Jake to get his full attention. "I will have you know, I never used my name or my family to get where I am in my career. I had to work twice, hell three times as hard as any other big egoed, jackass pilot such as yourself to prove that I wasn't just Maverick's daughter or Iceman's goddaughter. I worked my ass of to finish at the top of my Top Gun class and I flew those missions to earn my 5 kills and my Ace status. Remind me again Lt. Sersin how may kills do you have... one or wait... two... and I guess you want me to Thank You for that second kill considering it saved my dad and best friend. Well thank you I truly appreciate it, but if you think your cocky grin, this stupid fucking toothpick in your mouth or your big ego which is definitely over compensation for something else is going to bully me into backing down you have another thing coming. I am the Queen of the fucking Sky and I eat boys like you for breakfast Dickhead." Siren finished gritting her teeth and pushing off the table away from Hangman. He and the rest of the class were silent. Eyes wide in disbelief.

"Now, if anyone else as anything to add I suggest you keep it to yourself." Siren stated to the Dagger Squad. "Now seeing that it looks like I'm going to have to put a few of you in your place, we are going to head straight for the sky. Aviators go suit up, wheels up for dogfights in 30 minutes. You all know your team and wingman assignments Alpha group, you're up first... Bravo group you can wait in the briefing room and listen and learn on coms. Dismissed" Siren finished and the pilots filed out of the room quietly.

Maverick walked over to his daughter and put a hand on her shoulder as she let out a frustrated sigh. "Give it time kid, Hangman will come around...shoot him down a few times and it will bring his ego in check." Siren took in the advice her father gave her. "Harper... you earned you place here. You are earned every achievement you have ever had in the Navy. Sure I recommend you for the teaching position at Top Gun, but your record is what got you here... not your name." Maverick smiled reassuring his daughter. "I know dad." Siren said giving him a hug. "It just sucks that I have to prove myself to idiots like Hangman."

"I know kid... I have to say though, I'm excited to hear you kick his ass." Maverick laughed giving Siren a kiss on the head. "Alright I'm heading to the briefing room... you get out there and give them hell Honey." Pete encouraged her before walking away.

Siren made her way to the tarmac. Her dark teal helmet with her call sign etched in white tucked under her arm. Hangman, Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob where already in the sky. Siren climbed into the cockpit of her plane, secured herself and her helmet and took a deep breath. She lowered her canopy and when range gave her the signal she took to the skies.

"Good morning once again Aviators... this is your Captain speaking. Now I was told last time you had a dogfighting class the bet was 200 push-ups everytime you got shot down... seeing as we are going 3 one 1 today what do you say we up the score and make it 300?" Siren asked. "Sounds good too me... can't wait to watch you do them later Siren" Hangman called back with a laugh.

Perfect Siren thought to herself... he had already fallen into the first part of her trap.

"Alright does anyone have eyes on her?" Rooster asked through coms. "Negative Rooster and there is nothing on radar" Bob called back. So she is either on our nose, under us or..." before Phoenix could finish her statement tones rang in her ears signaling that she and Bob had been hit. "Or I was right above you" Siren called finishing the other pilot's sentence.

"What the fuck... where did she even come from?" Hangman questioned breaking to the the left. "I was there the whole time Sersin... and haven't you learned not to leave your wingman yet? Jesus sorry Rooster but thanks to Bagman, you're dead." Siren gave an apologetic wave to her boyfriend as he went in for a landing.

"Now it's just you and me Siren... you ready for this?" Hangman taunted her. "You should be asking yourself the same question Hangman." Siren taunted back. Jake searched the sky looking for Sirens F-18. Little did he know she was right under him just out of sight matching pace with him as to not give herself away.

"Hey Hangman... you familiar with the Greek mythology about Sirens?" Harper asked him

"Aren't they like mermaids or some shit?" Hangman replied still focused on finding her.

"You're close but not quiet. Sirens were rumored to be beautiful creatures with hypnotic voices. The sat on rocks and lured sailors towards them. Little did the sailors know, they were being trapped. They were enticed by their beauty and song and didn't realize they were in trouble until it was too late. They call me Siren because by the time you realize I've lured you into a trap... its too late for you to escape... just like right .... now!" Siren finished her speech and hit her breaks hard and pulled her plane up behind Jake's. "Jesus how long have you been down there?" Hangman questioned. He and never been so throw off his game. "Long enough to know you aren't getting out of this trap." Siren replied back calmly

Hangman did everything he could to try and shake the woman from his tail, but much like her callsign and the story she told him, Siren had him trapped and it was too late for him to escape.

"Mother fucking shit!" He cursed when the tones came through indicating Siren had missle lock on him and he had been take out.

Siren laughed and peeled away. "See you on the ground dick head."

The California sun beat down on Hangman as he worked on his push-ups on the tarmac while Hondo counted them. Rooster walked by about to head out having completed his while Harper was still toying with Jake in the air. He stopped in front of the angry pilot. "Not a fucking word Bradshaw." Hangman seethed through his teeth looking at the mustached man. "Well... whenever you finish up here, we are getting drinks at the Hard Deck. Siren's said she has the first 2 rounds considering she kicked our asses today and wants to make it up to us if you want to come." Rooster told him as he strolled away.

Hangman finished his push-ups, showered and grabbed his clothes from his locked. He angrily shoved his helmet and flight suit in and slammed the door. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. "She's good." He thought " I will give her that." Jake grabbed his keys and huffed out a breath. If he was going to go on this mission, he would have to play nice he thought as he drove to the Hard Deck but not too nice.

As he was about to walk though the doors he ran into Rooster who was coming around from the side of the building and not paying attention to where he was going. "Sorry man." Rooster slurred patting Jake on the shoulder. "Um, you got a little something there." Jake gestured to the side of his mouth to indicate to Rooster he had what looked like red lipstick smeared on the corner of his. "Oh shit thanks man, can't be going in there with this on my face.", Rooster replied wiping his face. Jake sighed as he follow his friend inside and made his way back towards their usual pool table for a game.

A few minutes later Siren joined them all with beers in hand for the squad. She handed one to Hangman giving him a big smile. "No hard feelings? She questioned. "No... we are all good in my book." Jake replied taking a long drink of his beer. "Good I'm glad... all good in mine too!" Siren gave him another wide grin.

Jake studied her face for a moment and that's when his eyes went to her lips... her red lips... that looked suspiciously like the same shade that had been on Roosters face minutes earlier.

He watch as she went over the the rest of the team and placed a hand on Bradshaws shoulder. He gave her hip a squeeze. Everyone else was too busy watching Coyote and Payback locked in a game of pool to notice the exchange and even if they had, they would have assumed it was a friendly one between childhood best friends.

But Hangman was watching. And having seen what he had seen he knew it was something much, much more than friendly... oh this was going to be good.

Listen I was going to wait and post this chapter tomorrow... but I couldn't just sit on it for a day. I probably will not update tomorrow because I have a long day at work and I am taking my niece to see a musical after. But I was hoping you guys could live me some song inspo in the comments for future chapters. I already have a chapter planned for "Danger Zone" "Take My Breath Away" and "I Ain't Worried" because how could I not use the soundtrack songs... but I am open for more suggestions!

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[laevanders]

My headcanonny backstory for José 'Zé' Carioca, as a Brazilian that has in fact NOT read the comics so this is just bullshit I came up with based purely in vibes

For me the maternal side of his family is from Bahia, his Grandma migrated to RJ when his mom was young. (Though he never went to Bahia before meeting Donald)

His father is from Rio, from all way back, and is the one with the surname Carioca

He has a older sister, but she's like way older, probably +10 years difference

His granny(mom's side) is actually a ""witch"", or something like that. But just basic nature stuff. (If José knows any magic is debatable since he only shows in the first movie)

His mother died when young, and his dad is not the best

Not like abusive, but he really shouldn't have a child he is just kinda negligent? Like not caring too much to where Zé goes and stuff

His sister moves out of the house young too, like they probably didn't live together for long

He used to go to his granny house on weekends and was actually very attached to her. She dies, obviously

And he kindof grows up in the streets, making friends with Nestor, Pedrão and cia, having meals in their houses etc going back to a probably empty house etc etc (i think I'm making this too angsty, and I don't really like it that way, but c'mon he's poor, life isn't easy)

If his dad taught anything was to get out of work and kinda to scam people, he didn't taught how to be good at it tho.

He does to school tho, and there he learned he loves 2 things Music 🎶 and women Rosinha

I believe she is for real his first crush and starts with him young, so isn't about her money o something (idk if they have an actual first meeting in the comics tho)

They start dating as teens, her dad doesn't approve and they go on to have a not really stable relationship because he's kinda of a jerk and she is jealous

Now considering the movies Saludos Amigos & The Three Caballeros "canon" and that Zé story is set in the 40s. Here is how I think it goes

It's the middle/start of the war and some boats of the U.S Navy shows up in the coast of Rio, that's how he meets Donald!

He shows him the city, probably try to scam some money or whatever, but become actually really close after a night of drinks, and really good friends after some days . But Donald has to leave.

(also when I say scam some money I mean, getting him to pay for thing probably expensive and give it to José or something, maybe that's how they end up drinking)

Later, when Brazil is actually starting to entering the war he flees, somehow, maybe Rosinha pays for him idk (Rocha Vaz would definitely want him gone, but I think the war would be preferable oh well)

Seeing he really doesn't want to see the snake smoke, he ends up in Mexico and meets Panchito!

Their meeting is not as nice though, they compete after a girls love, threaten each other of death and stuff (canon comic) but they part away not really hating each other

After a while he is the US of A working (oh no) as a entertainer (hm ok) when he re-meets Donald and Panchito!! (They both met each other in battle of something, and got along nicely, Donald is dispatch by the navy at this point). Panchito and José make amends and thus the Three Caballeros is born! They absolutely become besties (or something more👀)

That last point is absolutely based on a comic by @polisena-art though. Great art by the way, be-au-ti-ful

Then the *movie* 3 caballeros happens, on Donald's Birthday, they travel to their respective countries. And finally Bahia!

They part ways and become pen pals

A lot after that though (and after others apparitions in animated stuff, if from other eras)

So, Zé's sister is pregnant by some guy, it's twins! Our favorite parrot now is tio. But they aren't actually together a lot, Zico and Zeca live with their mom and probably dad, only seeing Zé occasionally.

But something happens and he becomes their legal guardian. In my mind their mom was sick, so they start spending more time with him as her disease worsened until she die (why did this become angst again?)

He takes a while to find his footing, but all thing including he ends up a good parental figure to them.

He also reconnect (actually just connect I guess) with some distant family. Mostly his primos, who coincidentally also have Ze in the name

Now just some throwaway headcanons

In my vision the name os his sister is Ana, His parentes are Joca and Tereza, and his Grandma is Zelaide and his paternal Grandpa is Josué

Also in Saludos Amigos his greeting card reads "José C. Carioca" and I'ma gonna assume that's with Costa or Do Carmo. Which would be his mom surname I guess. Even if both of them ends up sounding like locations in pair with Carioca

He start smoking kinda young, and continued for a long time (mostly stress smoking) until he got guard on the kids, than he stopped

He absolutely has a soft spot for kids btw

His relationship w/ Rosinha don't go anywhere, a really on and off thing, that doesn't end up working. But they still love each other (platonically (mostly)) and are good friends

He considers Nestor basically an younger brother. And all of his friends as his family

He is very emotional about this bunt refuses to show it

Honestly he gets along great with Gladstone. I just think it's worth mentioning because they're really similar for the stress of Donald

He also does a lot of Drag, and that's canon I just think it's neat

For my lgbtq+ HCs. He's a "Caiu na vila o peixe fuzila" (Pan and Polyam), but depending on the decade and his age he might be closeted. Also GNC

He plays a lot of instruments, including: guitar, tambourine, concertina, umbrella, flute, accordion and trumpet

He's also really good imitating voices and noises (parrot, duh) and whistling

He can cook decently, but hates it. Unfortunately he's a guardian of two and can't go always eat dinner at Pedrão .

But he cooks with pleasure to the caballeros when they come. Or in especial occasions for everyone.

He's a really good artist with watercolor, pencils and at photography, but he doesn't do any of that often

And for the surprise of all he kinda likes studying, especially art, languages and music. No would guess by how he was at school

Not actually for him, bit I want to believe Zé Paulista name is José Paulo, and he's related to José dad's family side, along with Pampeiro and Queijinho

Where Baiano and Jandaia are related to his mother's (yes, this based purely by the location of the states)

And not really a headcanons but I just love the Three Cabs as a throuple it's just so cute

Also between the three of them he has the braincell™ but neither does he use it or have some common sense to pair with it (that one stays with Donald)

Also Don calls him Joe, while Panchito calls him Jose (hispanic accent™)

And Panchito it's the only one who he doesn't actually mind doing it, even if he doesn't correct the others

Also his eyes are a reddish brown (I hate the blue from the comics with a passion) also in a human AU he would be black, thank you very much

And that's kinda of it. I love this cartoon parrot so much it doesn't even make sense

I could've go on with some aus where instead of WWII is DuckTales/Lottc, but I have to think about them first

#the three caballeros #i had this in private for while #just thoughts honestly #josé carioca #ze carioca #zé carioca #jose carioca #donald duck #saludos amigos #panchito pistoles

[dakotakazansky]

Ghost • Nineteen

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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC Word Count: 3,239

Kota

I woke up the next morning feeling like I'd been hit by a Mack truck. I'm still wrapped up tightly in Jake's arms. I softly rub my cheek against his chest, trying to soothe myself back to sleep. If I'm sleeping, I can't feel the pain or numbness of the news I've received last night. No matter how hard I try to fall back to sleep, it's just not happening, my mind is racing and I just can't turn it off. Before I could truly register what was going on, my cheeks were once again stained with tears.��

I try to swipe the tears away quickly, not wanting to wake up Jake. I reach for my phone to check the time, 4:07 AM. I slowly crawl out of Jake's arms trying my hardest not to wake him, and make my way downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. I grab my glass of water, and stop over by the couch to grab my favorite throw blanket, the one Ice and I used to curl up under when we watched cartoons together before he had to leave for the base in the mornings. I pad my way through the house and down to his office. 

I knew Ice would be in bed with my mom, so I opened the door of his office, walked in and mostly closed the door back, leaving it open a crack. I swipe at the stray tears that threaten to spill over again. I take a sip of my water before placing it on the coaster I bought Ice one year for his birthday. It was one from a customized set, all Navy and Iceman themed. I wrap the throw around me and curl up in his huge office chair.

I try to come to terms with everything I was told yesterday but my mind is still racing. Stage 1 Cancer. I know mom loves and supports me, but I could lose my biggest supporter and fan ever. More tears well up and threaten to spill over as I look around the room at all of mine and Ice's accomplishments over the years. I close my eyes tightly trying to force back the tears, I'm already so exhausted from crying as is, and rest my head against the back of the chair. Sleep finally came back to me. 

A few hours later, I awoke to a huge soft palm placed on my shoulder, and I heard Ice call out, "She's okay, she's in here." Ice walks over to the door, and I hear him try to say quietly, "Would you mind just giving us a moment." I hear a deep sigh from Jake and a, "Yeah, I'll just be down in the living room with Sarah." Ice nods, shutting the door, and goes to sit on the couch, along the same wall the door is on. 

I get up from his chair, and walk over and sit next to Ice. I wrap my arms around his waist as he wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly to him. We sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, him waiting for me to speak first. When I don't speak up right away, he rests his head on the top of mine, hums softly, and rocks us back and forth gently. 

I eventually feel like I can speak, and I look up at him, biting at the inside of my cheek, fighting back tears again, finding the words I want to say first. Just barely about a whisper I croak out, "What kind of Cancer is it?" Ice continues to rock us, "It's laryngeal cancer. We found it early on, because I was having trouble swallowing, and was coughing more." He says giving me all the facts, knowing I'd have just asked for that next. 

I nod, "You said you start chemo and radiation next week?" He nods back to me, "They said I'm going to be getting Chemoradiotherapy, where they do my chemo and radiation together. They said having them together is the better and more efficient option."  

I nod again. "Ice, do you think you could call in a favor for me?" He looks down at me cocking his head to the side, giving me a questioning look, "I might be able to, what do you need?" I sigh, "I was wondering if you knew someone that could go to Jake's apartment in Lemoore, get my bike, and transport it down here. If you're going to be having treatment I want to be there with you when I can." I say sheepishly. 

"Of course I can arrange that Koty. We could have it here tomorrow after your Top Gun class." He says reassuringly. "But I don't want you to wear yourself down, coming to my treatments, and not doing your best in Top Gun Koty." I nod, knowing that was going to be said. 

He leans down to my ear and whispers, "You know, Jake's a good guy, he was really worried about you when he woke up and couldn't find you. Don't run from him, Koty. Make sure you lean on him for support too, and let him do the same if needed. Honestly you should go see him, so he stops worrying." I chuckle slightly, "I will, but could we just stay here for a few more minutes, please?" He nods, laying his head against the top of mine again, and goes back to humming softly, and letting me spend the time needed in his arms. I whisper just loud enough for him to hear, "Thanks dad, I love you."

Ice and I stayed with each other until I was good and ready to leave. I grabbed the blanket, wrapping it tightly around me like I was a little kid again, and opened the door to the office. As soon as that door popped open Jake was jumping up out of his seat near my mom and rushing to the door. 

As I walked out and Ice hung back in the doorway, I was engulfed in another set of strong arms. Jake kisses the top of my head, and whispers, "Darlin' I was so worried when I woke up and saw you weren't in bed with me. I checked the entire house and couldn't find you, I never thought to peek in your dad's office, you know for privacy reasons."

I wrap my blanketed arms around Jake's waist tightly and laid my head on his chest, "I'm so sorry, I never meant to worry you, you looked so peaceful sleeping, I just wanted some water and a few minutes to be alone, I didn't know I was going to fall asleep in there for hours." 

Jake kisses my temple now, rubbing small circles on my back with one hand, while his other hand rests softly on my head holding me to his chest, "Darlin', don't you ever be sorry about your needs. I promise I'll always listen and understand. Why don't we go sit on the couch with your parents and watch some cartoons, you know, for old times sake." 

I look up at Jake, eyes watering from this kind and thoughtful gesture, "Thank you, I'd really like that." I say shakily. He wraps an arm around me leading me to the couch, with my parents following us. I end up sandwiched between my two favorite men, while my mother sits on the other side of Ice. 

Mom ends up putting some cinnamon rolls into the oven, and we have a wonderful little family breakfast and watched all sorts of cartoons for nostalgia's sake. I couldn't have asked for a more kind and caring person out of Jake, what I thought was going to be just a family dinner turned out to be so much more, but in the end it turned out to be a family bonding moment with Jake involved too.

Around 11:30 AM, after a few hours of cartoons and having breakfast and bonding time with all my favorite people, Jake and I head upstairs to get cleaned up. I pack up my acoustic guitar and decide it's coming with us. We also snagged a few of my framed photos to put up around the house. Before we headed out, I gave dad Jake's garage code, and told him to text or call me when his first treatment appointment was scheduled. 

Once we were back in Jake's truck, I sat in the middle of his bench seat, and leaned against him for the hour ride home, while he had an arm wrapped around me. "Jake?" I say, my voice never louder than a whisper, clearly still extremely exhausted. "Hmm?" He hums back to me, while glancing at me quickly before looking back at the road. 

"I didn't want to impose anything on you or make you feel like a chauffeur," I paused for a moment to gain some more energy, "so I asked Ice to have one of his buddies go to your apartment in Lemoore and grab my bike for me. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable driving me to Ice's treatment appointments." He nods understanding, "Perfectly fine Darlin', if you do want me to support you and go with you one day, don't be afraid to ask." 

I nod to him, then turn to kiss his cheek softly, "Thank you Jake, you really don't know how much that means to me." He smiles saying, "Anytime Darlin', but when were you going to tell me about that?" He says point towards the guitar case. I chuckle a little, "I don't know, maybe I wanted to shock you with all my talents all at once." He just shakes his head laughing a little, "Darlin', what am I going to do with you?" I shrug softly against his side, "I dunno, love me anyways?" 

We finally get back home, and we unload the few things we brought back with us. It's still pretty early on in the day, but Jake offers, "Darlin', do you wanna go take a nap?" How this man knows me this well, I'll never understand. I nod before yawning one of those whole body, shaking your entire soul yawns. "C'mere Darlin'." He says before picking me up and carrying me to the bed. 

He holds me tightly, and places a kiss on my temple. "How about I plan a little outing for later this afternoon, after your nap?" I nod my head against his chest, not knowing that he's already got it planned. I mumble, voice deep with sleep, "I'd like that very much." Another huge yawn escaping my lips before succumbing to sleep once again. 

—

I wake up, feeling colder than usual. I pry my eyes open against the midday sun shining into the room. I look over to the alarm clock on the nightstand to see it's been a little over a half an hour since we'd laid down for the nap. I see one of Jake's zip up jackets nearby and shrug it on, before zipping it up about halfway. My arms are hidden in the sleeves of the jacket that is about two or three sizes too big for me. I pad my way out of the room, and towards our living room. "Cowboy?" I call out, trying to locate where he's gone. No reply, I walk over to the front windows to check outside for his truck, it's gone. 

I went to grab my phone, and as soon as I tapped the screen, I saw that Jake had not only put my phone into do not disturb mode, but had sent me a message saying that he's running to the store and will be back as soon as possible. I look at the timestamp of the message, it was sent about 15 minutes ago. 

I'm not sure how much longer it'll be until he gets back, so I go ahead and start a load of our laundry, before going to lay back down. I turn on one of my many playlists, pop my AirPods into my ears, and turn the music up a little louder than normal. I close my eyes and soak in the music. 

After a few songs I feel a dip in the bed and open my eyes to see Jake sitting next to me. I smile softly, sitting up in bed now, "Hey there Cowboy." Jake kisses my temple, "Hello there sweet girl. You want to start getting ready to head out?" I nod and throw on a very easy and comfortable outfit and Jake and I make our way out of the house again, towards the surprise outing he has planned for us.

Jake helps me into his truck, before getting in himself and starts off towards our location. About a 5-10 minute drive later and we are pulling up to the beach, just before sunset. He parks the truck and helps me out. He leans down and I chuckle at him, "What are you doing?" He just laughs before saying, "Hop on!" I hop up onto his back, and he walks to the back of the truck. He grabs out a picnic basket, a beautiful bouquet of red and white roses, with some baby's breath, and my guitar case. I gasp on his back, grabbing my guitar case and carefully sling the strap of it over my shoulder. 

He carries me on his back down to the beach where a blanket is already set up, and he lets me down, he sets the picnic basket down, and hands me the flowers. "Jake, this is so sweet!" I say a little misty eyed. "Anything for you Sweet Girl." He replies back. 

We ate the various goodies he packed into the picnic basket, my favorite part being he remembered my favorite cupcakes, chocolate with chocolate frosting and small chocolate chips, or what I call, Triple Chocolate Threat. "Jake, you really didn't need to do all of this." I start to say before he cuts me off, "I know I didn't need to, but after the last day or two, I knew you'd enjoy and appreciate it." 

I eventually got my guitar out and strummed on it for a little bit before asking, "Any song requests?" I look over to Jake waiting for his answer. He thinks on it for a minute, "Do you know Burnin' It Down?" I thought for a moment, "By Jason Aldean?" He nods to me, "Yeah I do!" I begin to play the song, and sing it to Jake. He eventually chimes in with me about halfway until the end of the song.

 "Holy shit Kota, you're incredible, how did I not know this?" He says as I giggle, "Well cowboy, we've always got the radio up really loud in the truck while we sing along." He laughs, "Okay you got me there!" He requests a few more songs that we sing together before I pack up the guitar. 

Jake moves to where he's sitting between my legs, laying back against me. I run my fingers through his hair for a little bit before laying my head against the top of his. "Jake, can I ask you something?" He nods gently, "Of course Kota." 

"When did you know you liked me?" I ask shyly. "Well, there was multiple times darlin'." He pauses for just a moment, "I liked you as a person, the first day I met you in our plebe summer, you were so careful and kind to help me find our classrooms. I liked you as a friend, when you told off that one kid who tried to only befriend you for your dad the first week of classes. I liked you more than a friend when we started spending every day together, or when you flirted back with me that one night at the bar when I was dared to flirt with you. I liked you as a pilot, when you proved your worth to those shit heads who doubted you. But I think I liked you the most when you're just being unapologetically you." 

I'm so thankful he's in front of me, and can't see the massive amount of blush that has fully crept up all over my cheeks. He softly rubs circles on my leg, "When did you start to like me darlin'?" I think back for a moment, "Honestly this is going to sound so terrible, but I don't think I ever had a time where I fully realized I liked you until the parent trap date. Like I've always liked you, since like school but I think I denied myself the feelings not wanting to ruin our friendship that I never paid attention to the actual day or what happened." I sigh a little upset with myself. "Nothing to be upset about, sweet girl." Jake reassures me. 

We talked a little while longer, about our intentions and feelings for each other, as the sun went down beneath the horizon. We packed up our little beach picnic and took it all back to the truck. "Hey can we just go walk along the beach for a little bit?" I suggested not ready to leave just yet. Jake nods to me, taking my hand in his intertwining our fingers together. As we walked along the beach I started humming a song I'd heard that resonated with how I'm feeling currently with all the news I've gotten recently. "Whatcha humming there Darlin?" Jake asks, his eyebrow cocked up, as curious as ever. "A song that resonated with me recently. Wanna hear?" He nods to me.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, skimmed through my playlist until I found the song. I turned the volume up on my phone before pressing play. The song starts and I sing along with it, 

—

Lately, I've been Scaring myself Going through changes But I need to let you know

Maybe I'm in The dark, no lighthouse I know I kept you waiting But I can't do this alone

—

Before I knew what was happening next, Jake had pulled me in and began slow dancing with me to the song, and encouraged me to keep singing along. 

—

Yeah, it's a long way back but I'm falling I been tryna cure my head, full of toxins I don't wanna drag you down where I'm failing But I don't wanna lose you now, so I'm saying

I would lay my guard down for you I would lay my guard down for you I would lay my guard down for you I would lay, I would lay, I would lay it down for you

—

Jake and I continued to dance along to the song until it finally came to an end. He pressed his forehead to mine, "Thank you sweet girl." I gave him a confused look, "What for?" He pulls me tightly to him, "For sharing this song with me, I know when things get rough you shut down, you try to push people away, your dad told me. Thank you for opening up to me." I nod and whisper, "You're welcome, and thank you, for being here even when you don't have, most people would've ran by now." 

He smiles at me, "Well I'm glad I'm not most people, Dakota Kazansky you mean the world to me." He pauses, getting nervous, "Dakota, would you, uhm, want to be my girlfriend? I don't want to spend another day without you as my girl." I nod, getting misty eyed again, "I would love to."

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Ch. 25: Back in Fighter Town

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

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Jake lived on the base, so you stayed at Phoenix's apartment again.

"Amelia should be here soon," Phoenix says while standing behind the kitchen island in her Navy khaki uniform drinking a glass of water.

"I honestly don't think I've been out this much in years," you admit sitting in a chair at the kitchen island.

"Not since you met Christian," she agrees.

You nod your head up and down yes. "True. I should stop going out with you then because every time I go out with you, I always meet a military guy and get married." You point at Phoenix. "It's all your fault." You laugh.

There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," you say as you get up from the chair and walk to the door. "Who is it?'

"It's me and Amelia," Jake answers from behind the door.

You open the door and see Jake in his Navy khaki uniform with Amelia standing next to him.

"Hi, Amelia," you greet her with a smile.

"Hi, Y/N." She says and turns her head to look in the living room. "Bob the Builder?" She asks looking back at you with a questioning look.

" Yeah, with dinosaurs destroying the buildings he creates," you respond laughing.

"Yes!" Amelia heads towards Christian.

You look at Jake in his Navy khaki uniform.

"Darlin," he says and gives you a kiss on the lips.

You close the door behind him as he walks in toward the kitchen. Amelia had already settled in with Christian.

"Phoenix," Jake says to Natasha.

"Hangman," she responds and then looks at the both of you. "You guys ready?"

"Yeah," you and Jake answer.

You grab your phone and wallet and the three of you head out the door.

The parking lot at The Hard Deck was packed with vehicles when the Uber pulled up.

"Holy shit! This place is hopping!" you say wide eyed and shocked.

"It's always like this before a deployment," Phoenix states as the three of you get out of the vehicle and start walking towards the door.

As the three of you walk in, you're bombarded with a loud: "CONGRATULATIONS!!!" from everyone in the bar.

You look at Jake who shrugs and is just as surprised as you, but when you look at Phoenix, she's grinning from ear to ear.

Phoenix shrugs still with the grin on her face. "I knew about it." She takes off towards the bar as Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell and Bernie "Hondo" Coleman come walking up to you.

"The squad and the bar wanted to welcome you to the family, Y/N. So, welcome!" Maverick exclaims with a smile. "Let me buy you guys a drink."

Jake looks at you. "You want something?"

"I'll take a wine cooler, please," you say as you follow them up to the bar.

You sit down at the bar and Penny hands you your drink. "Congratulations! I didn't think anyone was going to tame the wild 'Hangman'," she jokingly says looking from you to Jake as she hands him his beer.

Jake raises his beer. "Penny, my dear. You know I'm full of surprises. Thank you."

As the night went on, you were congratulated by many at the bar when your phone rang.

Jake was playing darts with Javy "Coyote" Machado when he noticed you stand up and head towards the back door. He looked at you with an eyebrow raised and you pointed at your phone as you walked out the back door.

"Mr. Whitaker. What's up?" You ask as you answer the phone and walk over to the railing of the deck.

"Y/N. I apologize for calling so late," he said.

"It's no problem. I was up anyway. What's wrong?"

"Well, I'm calling to let you know you have court Monday morning. Celine Astor-Davenport is contesting the restraining order and your marriage to Lieutenant Jake Seresin."

You hear the back door to The Hard Deck open, then close and the sound of footsteps walking closer to you.

You roll your eyes. "Of course, she is." You notice Jake next to you out of the corner of your eye take a drink of his beer. "Do we have a time?"

"Bright and early at nine a.m."

"Okay. I'll let work know."

"They may ask for Lieutenant Seresin to be at one of the hearings."

"Well, he leaves for a six-month deployment tomorrow." You sigh.

"Let's just see what the judge says on Monday," Whitaker assures you.

"Sounds good."

"I'll stop by on Saturday."

"How about Sunday for dinner?"

"Ah, yes. You'll be hunting. Sunday it is then."

"See you then." You hang up the phone and turn to Jake who is already looking at you.

"You okay, darlin?"

"Yeah. Celine is taking me to court to contest the restraining order and my marriage to you."

"Good thing I took care of the paperwork here this morning. I'll send that to Whitaker." He places his hand out for you to take it.

You look at him suspiciously with an eyebrow raised. "What are you up to Jake Seresin?" You place your hand into his and he leads you back into the bar and over to the jukebox.

(I Wanna Take) Forever Tonight by Peter Cetera starts to play and Jake pulls you into his arms.

"Darlin. Until I take off tomorrow, I want me to be the only one on your mind," he whispers into your ear.

You look into his green eyes. "Jake Seresin. Since I met you, you've been the only thing on my mind. Trust me." You rest your head on his shoulder as you slowly dance.

#Spotify #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fanfiction #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun phoenix #phoenix #natasha phoenix trace #glen powell #javy coyote machado

[colorisbyshe]

Why are you following a twitter called Yaoi Polls??? 💀💀💀 lmao anyway, I get archive panic rather easily, so I don't really get into media unless it's a short canon or I rode the wave as it was starting. Like, those book series with 9 novels and counting? Or manga/anime like One Piece and the 16358 volumes/episodes? I just can't. I get too overwhelmed by that. However, I am intrigued by Star Trek. I want to join the Spirk navy lmao but I don't know where to start? There's too much canon. Help.

I'm following yaoi polls because I am a pacifist and hate war but crave violence. And because it gives me a chance to talk about my ships. But mostly it's for the violence.

Also, okay, there is too much Star Trek canon. And I am perhaps either a very wrong person to ask or perhaps a very right person to ask because I have.... dodged a lot of the Star Trek cnaon?

Like, if you like Trek, you're a real Trekkie, but if it was possible to be a fake fan... I would... dangle perilously close?

So, instead of giving you advice, I'm gonna tell you how I did it withotu being overwhelmed.

First, I got into star trek by watching hte "AOS" films, which are the three star trek films starring Chris Pine as Captain Kirk that came out starting in 2009. Three easy films to kind of dip you into the worldbuilding. These all feature characters (versions of characters) from The Original Series. They're "modernized" versions, so not necessarily the truest versions of themselves, but it's sort of like an intro course where you learn the basics and then if you go deeper, things get corrected or given nuance later on.

I decided, "I like these dudes, and I especially like Spock, I'm going to create a SCU--Spock Cinematic Universe."

So, I had tried watching the original series before and I'll admit, parts of it... aren't great? Some of it is problematic, some of it is just weird, and some of it is straight up boring.

TO kind of... help myself along, since I wasn't terribly invested in TOS yet, I looked up a few guides of "MUST WATCH TOS episodes" and a few "HEre's episodes you can skip." I compared notes, made my own ranking system sort of culminating htem all together (if one guide says definitely skip but another one says it's kinda fun, I know to give it a shot but not feel terrible if I zone out). TOS is VERY episodic, so going, "Huh, thi sisn't doing it for me," won't fuck you over MOST Of the time. But the guides help you figure out if actually you're gonna miss a huge moment of lore or spirk or whatever.

Most lists included which episodes of the animated series (based on TOS) you should bother with, that list is very sparse.

And then at this point, if you enjoyed it, youc an look into watching shit you missed out on or delving into novels (which I don't think are canon) or comics.

DO watch all of the subsequent movies, the first one is boring as fuck for a long while, but some of the ones after are AMAZING.

For a long while, this is where I put down Star Trek.

But then Discovery was introduced with a NEW Spock sibling and then SPock himself is in it. So I wathced the first two seasons (and intend on watching the rest) and then Strange New Worlds has ONE season... with Spock in it. So... I watched that.

And that's how I took a huge fucking canon and went "I want the parts with HIM in it" and ignored hte rest. Technically, I know Spock makes appearances in other series but like... none as Spock-centric as these.

I do intend on watching more Trek with time (TNG intrigues me, Deep Space Nine intrigues me) but like... I think Star Trek is very much what you want it ot be.

Sometimes, you're gonna be left clueless abotu references to past baddies or aliens or whatever (or sometimes FUTURE baddies or aliens) but like... it's fine? From what I've seen, ST canon can contradict itself or sort of... not mean anything sometimes, so like, take what you want, leave the rest. It'll be fine.

[duskaris]

OC-tober 2023 Day 8 Companion Post

This is a part two to my last post with a couple of extra worldbuilding and character notes. Imma put everything under a read more cause I don't know how long this is gonna end up

On Lucille's relationship with Theodosia and Aeryn:

Lucille has looked up to Theodosia and has since he was a child. She rules the people in her province the same way he wishes to rule the country. He admires Aeryn in a slightly different way, mostly because she was not afraid to outright defy his father when he was being an asshole and is willing to do the same thing with him, though it's never really necessary since they agree on most things. In short, he wants to be Theodosia and Aeryn scares him.

On Lucille's emotional state:

Lucille is not a fool, he knows better than to publicly show his fear and anxiety at a time like this. That's why Aeryn clears the room. That said he has every right to feel the way he does. In his mind, he's spent his entire reign trying to be a better monarch than his father, but despite that his country is in a worse state than it ever was with his father. From an outside/author perspective, this is absolutely not his fault, but he still feels guilty regardless.

On where Aeryn and Theodosia stand politically:

The country of Elkai has five provinces, each one governed by a duke or duchess. Like many systems, the levels of government handle different things. The monarch has final say on national things, duke or duchess on provincial things, and on a municipal level things vary wildly based on town/village size and location. Theodosia is the duchess of Nehvoz, which is coastal and thus has the countries navy. Lucille's father didn't make much use of this fact so he and Theodosia were at odds throughout most of his reign and allied quite closely to Aeryn (and later Lucille). Aeryn is often known as the commander of the blades, the country's largest army, but this also makes her the duchess of Galei. Galai is mostly mountains and sparsely populated; it is estimated over 50% of Galai's population are blades, which is why the leader of the blades is also duke/duchess of that area. It is the only duchy that isn't regularly passed down via family. Side note: only the monarch-ship is required to be passed down to the eldest child. This is the typical case for the duchy's as well, but legally a duke/duchess may name whoever they wish as their heir. Theodosia has no blood children but has adopted many. Her heir is her 3rd oldest as the eldest two have no interest in the position. Side note done. The blades have a poor reputation throughout the country, typically though of as ruffians and thugs, only good for fighting. This is something they play into and use to their advantage, but it also means that Aeryn is only invited to the capital by Lucille's father as a formality. In a rare case, Lucille and Aeryn get along and share political views, so they are allies, but not as openly as Lucille and Theodosia are (except in arc 3 where this facade doesn't matter). I could keep going on the political intricacies here but basically being close to the monarch is an advantage that doesn't matter to the blades because they do what they want anyways.

On how Aeryn and Theodosia display emotion:

As mentioned in day 8's story, Theodosia is good at keeping a straight face and is incredibly hard to read. This does not mean she comes across as cold or uncaring, it's almost the opposite. She is very soothing and has a kind of gentle warmth to her words, even if she's actually ripping you a new one (Very "Not mad, just disappointed" energy). This and the fact that she's adopted many children has earned her a reputation as a very motherly figure, even being called the Mother of Nehvoz. I don't know where I'm going with this, I just wanted to mention that. I guess I'll move on to Aeryn. Aeryn is manipulative as heck. She shows emotion easily but only the emotions she wants to show. It's controlled, deliberate, even of it seems very natural. The only one who can truly tell if anything she's feeling is genuine is Sofra. In this case, she was being mostly truthful with the most truthful part being her moment of vulnerability. That is still her saying what she thinks Lucille needs to hear to get him out of his own head, it just happens to be what she feels as well.

#that was indeed longer than I expected #and i probably could've kept going #but i gotta write another prompt now lol #Blades of Treason