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ordinaryxgirl · 18 days
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ordinaryxgirl · 21 days
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I know a lot has happened tonight, but what about “you don’t need to tell me how great Eddie is, I’ve known that since the first day” ???
Buck loves him so much wtf????
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ordinaryxgirl · 21 days
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if someone travelled back in time and told 2020 me about the events that just transpired in this episode I would’ve passed out on the spot lmao
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ordinaryxgirl · 22 days
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it just happened. it was magic.
[ID: 6 gifs of Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz from 911 episode 7.04, "Buck, Bothered and Bewildered."
GIF 1: Buck turning towards Eddie after learning about all the things Eddie and Tommy are doing, saying, "Well, listen, I-I think it's great..."
GIF 2: Eddie looking up at Buck expectantly.
GIF 3: Buck continues talking, nodding and giving Eddie an earnest smile, sounding like he's fumbling through. "...you know? You-you can't have enough friends, right?"
GIF 4: Eddie agreeing with Buck, looking down into the sewer to watch Ravi's progress before he looks up at an indeterminate spot, thoughtful as he says, "Right. Y’know, it’s like that thing when you meet somebody and you just…click, y’know what I mean?"
GIF 5: Buck turning looking at Eddie from where he was looking into the sewer, looking slightly crestfallen and wistful even as he smiles, saying "I do."
GIF 6: Buck looking away from Eddie slowly as he says, mostly to himself, "I really do." He turns to look back into the sewer.
/end ID]
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ordinaryxgirl · 1 month
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Stepping up on his toes, Maverick throws the fabric around the back of Ice’s neck, wrapping it snugly around and making sure the ends are even on both sides of Ice’s chest. Mav’s hands are so warm it makes him dizzy. To make matters worse, he then shucks off his bomber jacket, throwing it over Ice’s shoulders and bringing it close to his chest. The inside of the jacket is toasty, and it smells like Mav.  “Are you sure?” Is all Ice can say. Mav smiles up at him, the snow decorating his dark hair like glitter. “Of course. It looks good on you anyways.”
icemav piece for my fic: face on a lover with a fire in his heart
check it out :}
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ordinaryxgirl · 1 month
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I literally can’t stop thinking about THIS
me on my way to write some javynat in this context: 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️
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ordinaryxgirl · 2 months
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ohhh, just imagine
Bradley, Nat and Jake are playing pool at The Hard Deck and for some reason Jake is being cockier than usual.
Determined to be a little shit, Bradley decides to play dirty, aiming to distract Jake enough to get him to mess up a few shots.
With that in mind, once it's Jake's turn, Bradley plants himself perfectly behind him and just stays put.
He expects Jake to stumble a bit or maybe switch places, getting a bad angle, but Bradley failed to consider that Jake had absolutely no shame in his body - especially when it comes to flirting with a certain mustached pilot.
That being said, the whole thing backfires spectacularly when Jake just winks at him and bends over the table, pushing his ass right into Bradley’s crotch.
It’s safe to say that Rooster can barely function once he feels the green eyed pilot pressed up against him, his mind just one big loop of jake jake jake jake jake.
He misses every single shot after that and even though Nat keeps sending him knowing glares, Bradley has an inkling it wasn’t such a bad night after all :)
You cannot convince me, that during games of pool at The Hard Deck, Rooster has never, EVER, scooched behind Hangman ("-whoop, sorry, pardon me...") so that - even just for a second - they were chest-to-back, pelvis-to-ass, Rooster's breath on the back of Hangman's neck, just to see if he could get a reaction out of him.
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ordinaryxgirl · 2 months
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Team Player
Hangster. Jake's cousin plays for the Sydney Roosters and gifts him with merchandise regularly. Bradley has an unexpected realization.
                Jake opens the gift from his cousin and snorts. He can never wear this.
                “You like it? It’s for the team I just signed with…”
                Of course it is. Fuck.
                “Congrats man, really happy for you. Thanks.”
                “You’ll have to watch a game when you come visit. Wait, do they show footy matches on TV here?”
                “Footy? Jake asks, eyebrow raised, because he thought is was rugby that Josh played.
                “Rugby league. Footy. And we don’t wear all those pads and helmets like you lot do over here.”
                Jake ducks his head to hide a smile, his younger cousin immensely proud of his own country and national sport. Not something Jake will ever understand, but he does understand passion and loyalty.
…            …            …
                “The Hard Deck, what’s that mean?”
                “Well, the way you say it makes it sound like something far filthier than what I think it should mean…”
                “Still doesn’t tell me what it means… Hard Deck Hard Deck Hard Deck…”
                “Oh my god, can you stop with sayin’ that! Sound like you’re sayin’ you’ve got a hard dick…”
                His other cousins snort and he wonders why he thought it would be a good idea to agree showing them around San Diego. Of course, three people in their early to mid-twenties versus their parents who are all in their mid-sixties to seventies he’d felt that maybe they’d want a break from one another. He can’t imagine going on a four-week vacation with his parents. Ever. Let alone as a fully-grown adult. A couple of weeks visiting home is his limit, and even then he has to spend most of the time out of the house and helping out around outside to get away from the oppressive expectation of how he hasn’t brought anyone home. Again.
                “Tell me what it means!”
                “It’s slang for altitude you idiot, now stop being a dick!” Emma says, slapping at her younger brother’s head and Jake wishes he had a closer relationship with his own sister.
                “Well that’s just boring! Hard Dick sounds like we’re going somewhere interesting!”
                “It’s a Navy bar, just… thought I’d introduce you to a couple of my friends.”
                “You have friends?” Isabella asks, and Jake pulls a face. Maybe he’s glad he doesn’t have a close relationship after all.
                “Jake!”
                “Javy, hey. Man it’s good to see you.”
                “You too… these your cousins? Can definitely see they got the better deal in the gene pool…” Javy says, smiling over Jake’s should and he glances back and he guesses his cousins are attractive, except they’re his cousins and he’s seen them grow up through regular photos exchanged via their parents, and this is only the third time in his life that he’s spent any significant chunk of time with them. And of course Javy is already getting flirty with them. Halo and Fritz are there, he can see Bob and Phoenix at the bar.
                “Yeah. Everyone, these are my cousins Isabella, Emma and Josh. They’re currently visiting because of my dad’s seventieth birthday. And don’t let him drink,” Jake says, pointing at Josh. “He’s not legal.”
                “Hey! It’s legal back home.”
                “And Penny here could be fined for serving minors. So no.”
                “Also you’re meant to be preparing for camp, which means no empty calories.”
                “Ugh. You guys are the worst.”
                “I can’t wait for you to meet your trainers, because what we put you through will seem like child’s play…”
                It falls into easy banter, his cousins asking dozens of questions and his squadron humoring them and he takes a sip of beer from the bottle Phoenix hands him.
                Life is good.
…            …            …
                “You want to tell us something there Bagman?”
                “What?”
                She tugs at his top and he glances down, realizes he’s wearing the tank that Josh sent him for working out in. He apparently gets a lot of merchandise and Jake seems to be the person he wants to send it to. Apparently he has a case of hero worship. However this particular top is damned comfortable and perfect for working out in, almost as good as wearing nothing, which isn’t an option at the on-base gymnasium, but he’d just grabbed it subconsciously.
                “Uh, it’s the team my cousin plays for.”
                “And you’re wearing it why?”
                “I like it,” he says, and he mentally hits himself in the forehead with his palm. What the fuck is he thinking. He could have said it’s comfortable, or it’s washing day, only clean thing I had, not… I like it.
                “Really? Interesting. Wait, was this your male cousin? Josh?”
                “Yeah. It’s a rugby team.”
                “Mmm. Rugby is a game to enjoy watching…”
                “What?”
                “No covering up of those athletic bodies, all out on show… Strike a pose Seresin, I’ll send it to you so you can send it to your cousin and show your appreciation.”
                He frowns, because Josh would probably like that, but he’s pretty sure Trace is up to something because she never calls him Seresin. He stands and lets her take the photo though, giving her a grin and a wink, because why the hell not?
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                Bradley stares at his phone.
                Stares some more until the screen goes black and he unlocks it and the photo is back.
                Jake Seresin wearing a basketball top, sweat-shiny and winking at the camera, hair dark, damp and mussed from working out. He looks good. That’s all his brain can process.
                Natasha’s message telling him he really missed a good workout at the gym.
                Bradley’s never thought about his callsign as a thing before, as a name that might brand someone as his. He’s never been a particularly possessive boyfriend. Seeing Hangman wear a top with Roosters across the front makes his fingers itch, and not only because he wants to go and add an apostrophe, but because he wants to touch. He’s wanted to touch Hangman before, sometimes to punch him in the face, but mostly to rough him up a little bit… he’s always resisted though, aware he’s got to keep sharp control of his temper.
                Right now it’s not his temper he has to keep control of.
To be continued? 🤷‍♀️
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ordinaryxgirl · 2 months
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Requested by Fopperies
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ordinaryxgirl · 3 months
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Show me Your Flaws, Darling.
@icezansky and everyone who helped me get this series off the ground!! Thank you so much!
5+1 Icemav Prompt- Distracting your lover while they're otherwise busy or working
Day 1- Maverick (Shirtless, its Top Gun Era, they're not together but pining.
All aviators have been placed in communal housing, and the kitchen/living room is their main space. One day, Ice is on a call ont he landline to his sister Sarah, catching her up on all the latest in Miramar, and his annoying, reckless, idiotic and pretentious rival. Its still early in the morning, so no one is around, and for the past ten minutes,Sarah has heard little else besides whatever Maverick Mitchell was doing and she nearly feels sorry for Slider having to listen to this every day. Not enough to change places though. Over the phone, Toms voice has abruptly cut off in the middle of his sentence. He let's out a little gasp, more a breath than anything and Sarah vacantly wonders what happens and if Tommy knows that he sounds very much like a dying balloon when he whines like that.
In Miramar, Mav wanders into the kitchen in his pyjamas and pads up to the fridge, opening it and rummaging around for an early morning snack: shirtless. Ice loses all ability to speak or even breathe.
His sleep pants ride low on his hips and expose his bare tanned skin all the way down to his naval and Ices eyes follow along his happy trail down to the border of his sweatpants, which shows the beginnings of a cut adonis belt. Ice nearly blows a gasket.
By now, the other flyboys are present and are going wild over their stoic and calm Iceman visibly blushing bright red and stumbling over his sentences while trying to appear like he's not glued to the little aviators bare chest, paying particular attention to his pert little pink nipples. Sarah doesn't have a clue. Neither does Mav. Ice is going through several stages of realisations and awakenings). Cause wow.
Ice swallowed and tries not to look like he's dying of abruptly realising that Maverick is pretty and yes he wants that. He fails miserably.
Then Maverick bends further over into the fridge to grab his snack and the movement pushes his ass out, the sweatpants stretching indecently over the swell of his ass, and Ice could practically weep at how gay he is for this man. Why this one?!?!?
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ordinaryxgirl · 3 months
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Incorrect(?) Quotes
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ordinaryxgirl · 3 months
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ordinaryxgirl · 3 months
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How do you say COMPACFLT?
As a non-American who hasn't seen TGM, I struggle a lot with this particular abbreviation.
Like, do you say "C-O-M-P-A-C-F-L-T"
Or "Compacfleet"
Or "Compac-F-L-T"
Or how do you do that?
I am highly confused and I every time I read a fanfiction with that title in it, my mind goes bingle bongle dingle dangle yickedy doo yickedy daa ping pong lippy tappy too taa mode and that sucks.
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ordinaryxgirl · 4 months
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JERRY MAGUIRE (1996), dir Cameron Crowe
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ordinaryxgirl · 4 months
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what if henry can't leave without one last kiss, what then?
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ordinaryxgirl · 4 months
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ordinaryxgirl · 4 months
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Ice: Hey, babe, just so you know, I TRICKED you into loving me, it was all by design, I’m a MASTERMIND, I planned everything -
Maverick: I know, baby, you’re evil, go to sleep 😘🥰
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