#Cyclone x Venom

[whiskeyswriting]

How They Met: Cyclone x Venom

Part of The Chaos Squad Fics | For: @cycbaby | Cover by: @callsign-dragonbaron

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They say things happen for a reason. Sometimes that reason is a chaotically effective naval instructor. After the uranium mission, Maverick stayed on as an instructor in Top Gun, much to the chagrin of Vice Admiral Simpson. 

Admiral Simpson would have to admit he was glad that Maverick had brought along a former student to keep him grounded, so to speak. He had yet to meet this former student that managed what nobody could. Not even Kazansky.

“Captain Mitchell… Brought you the reviewed mock reports that the students turned in,” his colleague Commander Robyn “Venom” Sullivan informed him.

“Thank you, V. Hey, do you have any plans for this weekend? Penny and I are planning a team-building BBQ for the new students, and from some of the Dagger Squad to come.”

“I’d love to go. Who else will be there?”

“A few of the Admirals… You know the Kazanskys, Hondo and his wife will be there. So will the Bradshaws and Garcia’s.”

Robyn thinks about it for a moment and then nods. “Sure, just let me know the time and what to bring.”

Mav smiles at his friend. “Just yourself and an empty stomach.”

Later at lunch that day, Mav ran into Cyclone. “Admiral. Penny and I want to have you over to meet the new team. It’ll be less dogfight football and more BBQ.”

Cyclone shakes his head and chuckles. “I still can’t believe your little game helped you and worked. When is the BBQ? I can make smoked ribs if you want also.”

While he still wasn’t very friendly and outgoing at Mav, after the uranium mission Cyclone did start to make more of an effort to get to know the Top Gun students in a more relaxed setting.

Mav agrees for Cyclone to bring the smoked ribs and asks if he could also bring some beers, to which Cyclone agrees.

The rest of the week passes by quickly and now the day of the BBQ is here. Penny had closed down the Hard Deck for the BBQ.

Robyn arrives first and is helping Penny set up the drink station outside. “If you ever quit the Navy, you’d make a great bartender and mixer,” Penny says.

“I only create these mixes for you Penny. I’m just in to for the free drinks,” Robyn teases.

“So that’s why you became my friend?” Penny asks teasingly in return.

“That’s why we all became your friends,” Mav says, hugging her from behind.

“That’s the kind of friends with benefits I’m looking for,” Robyn jokes.

Suddenly, a throat is being cleared behind her and the slightly older but still very attractive gentleman is trying to hide his smirk.

“Admiral! You made it! Well, since you’re here let me introduce you to my favorite former student and my right hand woman, Commander Robyn Sullivan. Call sign Venom.”

Robyn feels her cheeks flush slightly but she greets the Admiral.

“At ease Commander. I’m Admiral Beau Simpson. But you can call me Beau or by my call sign Cyclone,” the man says with just a hint of a rosy color to his cheeks.

Mav can’t believe his eyes and he turns to Penny who starts dragging him away before he can do any damage.

“Well Beau… What’s your poison?” Robyn asks as she starts to prepare him a drink. “You look like a bourbon kind of man.”

“Were you spying in my office drawers?” He teasingly asks with a wink.

“No… Admiral, I just know you already… Just from one look,” Venom replies as she hands him the Boulevardier she made for him. “Actually I did see a bottle one day when Mav and I went to drop off some files.”

Beau looks at her in confusion. “I would have recalled seeing you in my office.”

The air is crackling with the sexual tension between both of them. Venom admires and respects the man before her. He graduated top of his class, just like her. She’d be lying and blind if she said she didn’t think he was attractive. It was actually his age and how he carried himself that made him more attractive to her.

From his perspective, Cyclone has never met a woman that immediately grasped or understood his personality and way of flirting. He knew he was older than the woman before him but for the first time, he didn’t feel that hesitation that usually stopped him.

Beau starts drinking his drink while staring straight at Robyn’s eyes. “I can only assume you taste much better than this.”

Robyn feels the temperature rising and not just from the sun. “There’s only one way for you to find out… Admiral,” she says with a wink.

“How about we go for a drive once the BBQ is done?”

Venom leans in close to Cyclone, bringing her lips to his ear before giving it a little nip. “How about we drive to your office and get better acquainted there?” she whispers before leaning back.

Both their eyes never leave the others’ as more people arrive. When Beau spots an opportunity to leave early without detection he uses it to their advantage.

And so their passionate relationship starts. Beau will just never admit he’s thankful to Mav for introducing him to the love of his life.

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[bayisdying]

Lucky Penny - Chapter Twenty-Three

A/N: I'm not at all sorry about the cliffhanger. I'm evil. I know. Yell at me. I thrive in your tears.

Tagging my babes: @dragon-kazansky @callmemana @mrsjaderogers @gracespicybradshaw @milesdickpic @askmarinaandothers @kloofspeaks @breadsquash @notyoursbutlewis

Fanboy tried to not worry when Lucky was deployed, but it never worked. Especially after the uranium mission almost took her away from him.

Cin noticed how on edge Fanboy had been during classes, his mind elsewhere when it should be on their students.

"She's fine Mickey." She offered. "She's on a squadron with some damn fine pilots."

"I know Cin." He says giving her a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm just ready for her to be home."

She pats his arm, "soon hermano."

At that exact moment, Ice was slamming down his phone with force hoping the man on the other end could feel his wrath.

"Tom?" Dragon's voice comes from the doorway. "What's wrong?"

She always knew when something was wrong, many years of marriage does that to you.

"Lucky's mission is being pushed back a couple of weeks, apparently their flight sims aren't going as planned." He sighs putting his head in his hands.

He feels her walk over to the desk, he opens his arms to allow his wife to sit in his lap. A weight that calmed him.

"I should have fought harder for someone else to go." He mumbles into her shoulder.

"Ice, look at me." He lifts those pretty eyes to meet hers. "We both know what Hermes did here at Top Gun. He wasn't going to accept anyone else. He wants a do-over, to prove she wasn't really the best. But our Lucky? She is the best. She will prove him and everyone there wrong. Then she will come home with her head held high."

Elsewhere, right down the hall, another couple was not as...composed.

"I don't know why you didn't fight harder for her to stay!" Whiskey yells at her husband.

"I'm sorry? I was just in the room Jade, it wasn't my call."

"Ice listens to you."

Slider chuckles "He hasn't listened to me since our flying days. And he really didnt listen much to me back then."

Whiskey calms down a little, totally dejected. "I just hate how sad Mickey has been without her here."

"Me too, baby. It's been like torture knowing we did that to them."

Slider opens his arms and allows Jade to melt into him, he kisses the top of her head.

And even further down the same hallway, Cyclone was pretty sure his wife was plotting his demise. Venom hadn't talked to him since she learned he had sent Lucky on a mission halfway through the honeymoon.

She had even been staying at the Kerner's home with her bff Whiskey and completely avoided him while at work. He had a sneaking suspicion she was behind the fact that Cin had been giving him coffee with salt not sugar in it as well.

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While the Mama Bears were giving the Papa Bears hell, Mickey was...not having the time of his life.

Him, Payback, Phoenix, and Bob were teaching a simulation and his brain wasn't working like it should. The nagging feeling that something was wrong wouldnt go away.

"You okay back there Fanboy?" Payback asks.

"Yeah man, I'm sorry." He replies.

"We can land if you want, Phoenix and Bob can handle the class."

"No I'm fine."

Payback doesn't reply, he knows his WSO and best friend better than to believe that but he won't say it out loud. Yet.

Another voice comes over the comms. "Payback, Fanboy. Land immediately."

The voice is Cin's and nobody in the air likes the tone of voice she's using.

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"What do you mean it's been delayed?" Mickey's voice was louder than normal as everyone in the room just watched him.

"I received a call, their flight sims are not being as successful as they were hoping before completing the mission." Ice's voice is calm, but there is a hint of anger that scares everyone who knows Ice.

Before Mickey could throw a retort at his pseudo-father-in-law, Dragon spoke. "Mickey, we weren't going to tell you this. She's flying with Hermes, he is who requested her for the mission."

Fanboy processes this information before turning bright red, Rooster lays a hand on his shoulder but it doesn't stop the words from coming. "You gave her up to a pack of fucking wolves?"

"Mick..."

"No. I don't want to hear any excuses."

The Daggers plus Cin all share a look, they are used to Lucky being the hot headed half of the couple. In fact most of them had never seen Fanboy get angry except when they played Mario Kart.

"You know what hell he put her through when we were here the first time, and you let her go half way around the world - on our honeymoon no less - to fly with the piece of shit who made her question her abilities?"

Whiskey stands and brings him into her arms, he returns the hug but she can feel the anger rolling off of him in waves.

"Son, Lucky is going to prove once again that she has always been the best." Ice speaks up, Dragon's hand in his. "She isn't going to let that weasel win."

"You better be right, because if he does anything to hurt her in his blind jealousy? I will never forgive any of you that sent her away."

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Hours later, when the Daggers had gone home for the night. Jake was the only one left in his office. He had to write reports on the new recruits, and it took him forever to do them.

His cell phone rings, he assumes it's Cin calling to check on him.

"Hey babe I'm almost done here."

"Jake it's me. I don't have much time. I need your help."

"....Lucky?"

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A/N: mwhahahahahahaha

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[thewulf]

Authority Thing || Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Summary: Request - Hi can you write a request about Maverick x a shy pilot reader and make it fluffy. Like Maverick pulls reader out of her shell?

A/N: Kinda made this a shy pilot because she’s crushing on him not because she’s shy in general. Also turned out way more angsty than I was planning but it’s still super fluffy! Hope you still enjoy :)

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Y/N (2022 Version)

Word Count: 3.7k +

Edited again 3/11/24 after finding lots of issues - sorry!

He knew from the moment he spotted you in the back of the classroom on that very first day he was a goner. Physically, you were perfect. Your hair framed your face perfectly, your eyes reflected the sunshine in a way he’d never seen, your smile was truly infectious, you were perfect in all the right places.

Mentally, you were a challenge for him. You were shy. So quiet. He couldn’t seem to get through to you either. You were close. So damn close to taking that next step. But it’s like you were afraid. You were scared to fail. You were an exceptional pilot. Right on par with Hangman. You were good enough to block him out and take him down. You were able to prove that you were the best of the literal best. But something was stopping you.

You were never afraid to challenge your classmates. He got a kick out of it when you’d snap back at Hangman with the venom dripping in your voice. You were beyond intimidating when you needed to be. You didn’t need to talk shit because your flying proved how good you really were. You knew you were good. You knew you were great. You also knew your limits. You knew you needed to become exceptional. There was something more for you to give. You just had to find it first.

But Pete, Maverick, Mitchell? Maverick terrified you, in the best way. He was a legend. Literally never lost. Almost had five live air kills… you could go on and on about him. Ad to find out he was your instructor for the next six or so weeks? You knew you were toast. Absolute toast. Then you actually laid eyes on the Captain, and you wish you could’ve just exploded right there on the spot. He was handsome. So, fucking handsome. You locked eyes with him for only seconds on that first day of class before your turned away. You didn’t look back to him at all that class. Too terrified you’d make a damn fool of yourself.

So, you kept it short with him. Quick ‘Yes’s and No’s’. You’d often just take his corrections without fighting back. It confused him. You were so damn different with him than anybody else. You’d even warmed up to Cyclone, the Admiral for God’s sake. He saw you walking, talking, and laughing with him on your way to lunch one day. He didn’t have a clue as to why you were so shy around him. Why you’d rather run in the opposite direction than have to pass him in the hallway. It’d only been two weeks and it was driving him mad. He needed to talk with you. Was it something he did?

He would he decided. At the end of your next classroom session. One way or another he’d get some answers out of you. He needed to know if he did something wrong. It was gnawing at the back of his head.

“Birdie, if you don’t mind. Stay back for a second?” You looked at Bob who just shrugged, unsure of what your instructor could have wanted. You packed up slowly letting everybody trickle out before walking towards the front of the classroom.

Birdie. Your callsign. You had a love and hate relationship with it. You’d always joked that you felt like a bird in the sky when you were in training to become a pilot. Your friends promptly started calling you Birdie and it just stuck. You kind of wished you had a more fun story to tell other than the boring one of how you got your callsign. But alas, you didn’t. It was simple. Cute. Basic. Kind of like you. You’d never seen yourself as anything but ordinary. Just Y/N. Good at her job Y/N.

“Captain.” You let out a shaky breath. He made you nervous. So damn nervous. People of authority always did. And then he looked like that on top of it? Forget it. You were a goner. It wasn’t right to be thinking such unsavory thoughts about your damn instructor in your head. It made you act like a fucking weirdo in front of him. Case and point. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“Good job up there today. Four for four.” You looked up from where you standing just quickly enough to see him staring right at you. Why’d he have to be so handsome? It was an unfair game that was suddenly being played against you.

“Thank you.” A small smile crept to your face hearing the compliment. It felt good. A small praise from the man giving you a small bit of confidence to look up to him but give him no more.

He nodded walking down to you, standing across from you. Your heart rate picked up quickly feeling his presence right there. Right in front of you. Oh, how you’ve avoided this situation masterfully. Now look where you were. Stuck alone in the classroom with him right there in front of you. What could possibly go wrong?

He waited until you looked at him to continue. He knew curiosity would get the better of you sooner or later. He was right. After thirty seconds of silence, you looked up.

He smiled seeing your doe-eyed expression. He shouldn’t feel this way about you. He shouldn’t want to brush the strand of hair that fell out of your bun away from your face. He shouldn’t want to run a hand along your back. He shouldn’t want to fucking kiss you senseless. But he wanted it. He wanted it all and more. So much more. What the hell was wrong with him? You were so young. So lively. Had so much to look forward too. Hell, you even had a shot of becoming an admiral if you had the drive to do it.

“Sir?” You asked, waiting on his question. His reason for holding you back.

He hummed delaying a second, “Everything alright?”

Nodding quickly your head turned up to him again, “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

He shrugged looking away for a moment. Giving you a second of reprieve from his gaze. Everything about the man was commanding. Everything, “No reason. You just seem to be a bit fidgety?”

What the hell was he going on about? You weren’t acting any different than you had been prior, “I do?” Of course, you were fucking fidgety. He was less than a foot from you not having a damn clue what he was doing to you. You could smell him. He smelled better than you imagined. Leather, oil, and cedar all mixed together. Way too good for a day instructing on base.

“Did I do something?” He spit it out. Well, it was out in the open now. It’s not like he could take it back. It sounded so terribly insecure when he spoke it out loud.

You shook your head, “No, not at all Captain.” Your heart started racing as he gave you a once over.

“Then what is it Lieutenant?” He asked with all the calmness in the world.

Your head was swimming. Swimming with thousands, millions of thoughts, “Sir?” Play dumb. That was always the easiest route to go.

“Why can’t you look me in the eye Y/N?” Why’d he have to use your name like that? It got your dumb hear racing faster than even you were used to.

Your eyes snapped to his. That was not the question you were expecting, “You… Authority makes me nervous.” You spoke quietly deciding to keep your eyes locked in on his. Not letting his statement completely reign true.

He grinned a wicked look before a much more innocent one came to face, you didn’t miss it though, “I make you nervous?”

You said nothing at first, nodding quickly in agreement instead, “Authority.” It was merely a whisper.

Mav’s face cracked into a simper while he studied your features, “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

You didn’t move your head, but your eyes moved to look to him, “I suppose that’s easier said than realized.” You admitted.

He stepped forward. Probably crossing a line, he shouldn’t have. But he couldn’t stand it. Why were you comfortable with everybody else but him, “What can I do then?”

You cocked your head to the side, “What do you mean Mav?” You asked so softly he thought his knees were going to buckle right then and there. You said his name so sweetly it took him off guard. He really should just let you go. This was a bad idea. He shouldn’t be pressing you like this. He knew better than to. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to press on. Dig a little deeper. See you a little bit better. He was intrigued.

“Is there anything I can do to make you less nervous?”

You laughed softly. Get ugly? Stop looking like that? Stop being so hot in a flight suit? Stop being my flight instructor? “Afraid not Captain.” You sat back on the desk knowing this was likely not going to be over soon.

He took a seat next to you, “Why not?”

You shrugged, “It’s the authority thing. Call it trauma.” You joked.

He smiled along with you, “So, say I wasn’t your instructor…”

Cutting him off quickly you felt your blood run cold, “You’re not going to kick me off the squadron are you?” your panicked look made him feel awful

He shook his head quickly, “No, no never. It’s a hypothetical.”

You sighed softly, “Sorry.” You felt an overwhelming amount of embarrassment consume you. You’d worked so hard to get to where you are that even a little bit of an inkling of a threat sent you into overthinking mode. You weren’t proud of it by any means. It was something you were working on.

“It’s fine.” He smiled feeling your tension just radiate off your body. He seemed to pick up on anything relating to you. Again, he had to wonder. What the hell was wrong with him?

“Would you be as nervous around me if I wasn’t your instructor?” He quirked up a brow all too curious to hear your answer.

You laughed softly, “Yes, I would.” It was starting to become easier to talk to him. But he still intimidated the hell out of you. You hadn’t a clue how to navigate your superior being hot as hell. Normally they were old dudes who had kids your age. Not Maverick.

He huffed in almost frustration. He appreciated thar you were being honest with him, but he wasn’t sure what it was about him, “But why?”

You shrugged, “Still an authority, Captain.”

He placed a hand a little too close to yours, “You seemed just fine with Cyclone earlier.” He leaned in almost challenging you. He loved talking to you, but this conversation had gone of for too long now. Curiosity was literally killing the cat.

You nodded along with him, “Well yeah, that’s different.”

He looked at you incredulously, “How?”

It slipped out before you really meant to say it, “He’s married.” And then it was out there. It didn’t take Pete long to put two and two together. You were basically screaming that he was off limits and that Pete wasn’t. You didn’t mean to all but admit it but here you were. Heart hammering in your chest.

“I mean. He’s established. He’s not my direct authority. You know what I mean?” Even you didn’t know what you meant. You were caught red handed. Hand in the cookie jar. Damn. It is what it is now.

Mav shook his head with a lopsided grin, “I think I know exactly what you mean Y/N.” He also knew you’d never outright admit it either. He realized just how damn weird the whole thing was for you as well. He was your superior. You couldn’t cross that line either. Not unless you knew for sure that it was alright. The game the both of you were playing was dangerous. Very dangerous.

Thick tension hung in the air. You hadn’t a clue what to say to your instructor after accidentally telling him the real reason he made you so nervous. Not outright spilling the truth but putting making it rather obvious in your wake instead.

“I should get going.” You stood from the table you were sitting on.

He mimicked your actions, “Should you?”

Nodding your head you gave him a flash of a smile, “Yeah, long day tomorrow. You said so yourself. Right?” Raising your eyebrows, you knew you had him there.

His otherworldly smile lit up his face. God, he was so handsome. That just wasn’t fair.

“Right. Sleep well Y/N. See you in the morning.”

“You too Pete.” You weren’t sure why you used his first name, but it felt right. Felt like a step you wanted to take for yourself.

You didn’t catch the furious blush that rose to his cheeks at that. He knew he needed to pull back immediately, or he’d get himself, or you, in trouble. He couldn’t be blushing around Cyclone when you came around. He’d just have to ignore it. He could do that. Or so he thought he could.

Maverick must have gotten in your head. The next day was... less than stellar. You had a bad day. A very bad day. You landed without a single victory. With Rooster shooting you down for the second time that afternoon.

Sitting in the jet cockpit of the hangar you’d pulled your helmet off without much thought and just sat there. Thinking. You were fine yesterday. What the hell happened today? You’d been shot down five times. Twice by Hangman, twice by Rooster and once by Phoenix. You weren’t even close to shooting them down.

You were too eager with you grip making dumb rookie mistakes. Mistakes that’d have you shot down in an instant up in the air. All of them were able to see it and exploit it. A bad day. That’s all it was. It didn’t make you a bad pilot. Not in the slightest. You had to remember that. Drop today and remember how good you really were.

“Are you going to come down Lieutenant?” That voice broke you from the thoughts that were seemingly tormenting you in the cockpit. The ones that kept seeming to tell you that you weren’t good enough. You might’ve been the best at your home base but not here. No. You were average amongst the best.

Your eyes snapped open. Pete? What was he doing down there? He hardly came out here after training, “Yeah.” You answered quickly not wanting to leave him waiting. He wasn't one for patience, “Just thinking.” You knew you needed an excuse or he would press. No matter how lame it may be. But it wasn’t a lie. You really were just thinking.

He didn’t say a word as you came down the ladder. When you got a good look at him he almost looked, angry? His lips were drawn in a thin line. He had a hard time looking at you. Eyebrows stitched too close together for him to be in a good mood.

“What the hell was that?” His normally chipper tone had vanished. He sounded too much like an instructor now. He didn’t even sound like the Maverick you had gotten to know. No, a drill sergeant instead. He noticed your expression change as you realized this wasn’t going to be a fun conversation.

He felt bad doing such a 180 on you like that. But he had to, for your sake. Or so he thought.

“I’m not sure sir… I...” You stammered trying to come up with something. He’d already made you nervous and now this? You were a blubbering mess. Sure to look like the fool of a woman you knew they were likely expecting of you. See, the men could make mistakes. You couldn't. Women couldn't.

“Not a single kill today Lieutenant?” His voice stayed icy as you stood there forward like he was a drill Sargant. It suddenly felt like you were back in basic training all over again.

You looked down in what felt like shame, “No, Captain.” The voice that came out of you sounded weak. Likely because you felt weak. You didn’t feel like you were good enough to be here. Like all those kills you got against Hangman and Rooster prior to this day was just all just luck. Straight luck. Rationally, you knew better. You knew how good of pilot you were. You wouldn’t be good enough to get here. But your own mind was playing tricks on you. Planting seeds that should’ve never been dug.

He pressed further not seeing that he was beginning to push you past your breaking point. Further than even you would have expected from him. Your head was already coming down too hard on yourself. His words only seemed to dig that dagger in a little further that drove the final nail in the coffin of your confidence.

“What’s the problem then Lieutenant?” He stepped closer, challenging you. You weren’t in the right headspace for this. Not in the slightest.

You shook your head slowly, “I don’t know Mav.” Looking down at your boots you couldn’t bear to look up at his disappointed expression. You were just trying to hold back the tears at this point.

“You don’t know?” He sounded patronizing as if he was talking to a toddler.

“I…no.” Your voice was too shaky, so you stopped. Collect yourself. You could do this. You’ve done this hundreds of times before.

He must’ve not noticed the tears that were threatening to spill over as you looked up at him finally, “I can’t put somebody on a team who doesn't know what's going on. I need somebody who knows what they do wrong!" His voice grew from anger to frustration as he spoke. Yet he failed to see your utterly devastated gaze as he went on and on about things you had already known. Each word felt like a knife as he continued on, "You won't get a second chance on this mission. If you get shot down you're as good as dead."

Your heart ran cold, feeling as though it was shattering into a million pieces right then and there, “You don’t think I know that sir?” Your voice nearly broke as it wobbled through trying to finish the sentence.

He’d certainly noticed it then as his eyes finally found your tear stained cheeks. He usually knew how hard he could push. He could usually push you a whole lot harder, but he’d gone too far today. He knew when he heard that unusual waver in your voice.

He hadn't planned it but he knew he needed to back off, “It’s a bad day. It happens. Shake it off Birdie." The words come out of his mouth so fast he was sure you felt like you were getting whiplash from his hot and cold behavior. One moment he was nearly flirting with you then the next he scolding you.

He didn’t mean it. Not a bit of it. He didn’t even like being an asshole to Hangman, although it was fun sometimes. Being one to you made him feel awful. But he had to. He wasn't kidding when he said you didn't get second chances out there.

You shook your head, “I’ll do better tomorrow. I don’t know…”

He cut you off by placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. He hadn’t noticed how wound up about the day you had already been. He didn’t mean to push you further. He was just trying to be the instructor you needed to succeed on this mission that didn't have amazing outcomes.

This was the opposite of being tough on you though, “It’s fine Y/N. Go home. Read a book or watch some TV. Come back tomorrow. You’ll be just fine.”

You looked at his hand on his shoulder before looking at him, giving him a curt nod, “Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turned to walk away, brushing the tears away from your eyes.

Before you could walk through the locker room door you tuned back to him. After today you weren't sure if you even deserved the consideration,“You shouldn’t pick me.” You said so quiet you weren’t even sure if he heard it.

By the way he walked right over he must have. He grabbed your arm suddenly, not forcefully by any means, “Don’t say that. Why would you say that?” He genuinely felt awful for pushing too hard now. This didn't seem like you. You were headstrong. Stronger than even he seemed.

You looked down almost ashamed to admit it to him, “Because… because I’m not good enough sir. You saw me out there today. I'm as good as dead.” You were supposed to be the best of the best, but you hardly felt like it today. You were getting your ass handed to you left and right. Hangman was laying it on thick today too. He did that whenever he got the chance.

The day started bad when Rooster knocked you out almost immediately. And only got worse on subsequent runs. You were zero for four by the time you went up for the last round of the day. You got in your own damn head. It happened. It happened to everyone. You knew it. Still didn’t make it sting worse when you were on your thousandth pushup for the day.

He shook his head grabbing your hand quickly, “What are you talking about? You’re one of the best pilots I’ve ever worked with. You’re a fucking menace out there Y/N.”

You shook your head, “You’re just saying that because I’m about to cry.” You wanted to believe him. Maybe any other day you’d believe him. It was a no good, very bad day for you.

He only dropped his hand from your arm to bring it to your shoulder once again, giving it a gentle squeeze, “I’m not. I’m really not. Believe it or not.” He sighed collecting his thoughts once more, “I’m sorry. Really. I only come down hard on you because I know you can handle it. But I need you to not think like that. If you do get picked I need your head screwed all the way on. It’s not your run of the mill mission and you know that. You’ve got to be all the way there. All the way present. You hear me?”He asked.

You turned your head to look up to him, “Yeah. I hear you.” Your voice was much more you, more controlled.

He didn’t quite believe you though so he continued, “You are an exceptional pilot Y/N. The rest of the squad needs you to be. Bad days happen. Don’t let that asshole get to you.”

You smiled for the first time that day. It felt good talking with him. Actually, talking and not being afraid of him. A dramatic shift from that of moments ago, “You got it. Thanks Mav.” You wanted to thank him as a friend. Maybe a potential suitor. Not as a student. Not as a subordinate. But as a person.

He smiled for the first time that day as well. He had a long way yet to go with you, but it was a start. Something. He knew one thing that was sure. He was excited to get this damn mission over with. He didn’t want to be your superior anymore. He wanted to be your co-worker. The person you turned and laughed with whenever the most outrageous orders were given. He wanted to get there, was determined to get there.

“Sure thing, Y/N.” He let his hand fall, “See you at the Hard Deck tonight?” He asked curiously.

“You’re coming?” You’d seen him there the first night. You’d thought he was the most handsome thing in the bar. Hangman did not. Kept giving you shit for giving the ‘old man’ eyes. Whatever. You hadn’t seen him at the bar sense that night though. But he knew you guys went every Thursday. He listened.

“Maybe.”

You smiled once more, “You should. It’d be fun to see you kick Hangman’s ass in trivia.”

He laughed, a genuine one, one he hadn’t felt in quite some time, “How do you know I’m any good at trivia?”

You shrugged, “Have a feeling. Hope to see you tonight Pete.” The wink you sent him sent butterflies aflame throughout your body. Where in the hell did that confidence come from?

Pete legs went to jelly for a second as he watched you walk away. That you would. He was sure of it.

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[catholic-character-tournament]

Catholic Character Tournament

Current Bracket

All polls here (tagged #cct polls)

Round 5 (16 nominees) is Wednesday July 5 12 PST

Character Submission List:

(Note, not in the order in the bracket. They were randomized for the bracket) (crossed out means dead-dead)

*707/Luciel Choi (Mystic Messenger)

*Abuela Alma Madrigal (Encanto)

*Akane Kurashiki (Zero Escape)

*Amon from (Tokyo Ghoul)

*Angel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series)

*Asia Argento (High School DxD)

Aslan from (Chronicles of Narnia)

*Aymeric de Borel (Final Fantasy 14)

*Aziraphale (Good Omens) (Disqualified) The Volturi

*Belizabeth Brassica (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Bishop Raphaniel Charlock (Dimension 20 - the Ravening War)

*Blake Langermann (Outlast 2)

*Brother Cellanus (The Completely Unerotic Adventures of Brother Cellanus)

*Caesar Zeppeli (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

*Carlos Reyes (911 Lone Star)

*Carrie White (Carrie)

*Catherine of Aragon (SIX: the Musical)

*CC (Code Geass)

*Chrollo Lucilfer (Hunter x Hunter)

*Chuck E. Cheese

*Claude Frollo(The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

*Crowley (Good Omens) (Disqualified) Vanessa Ives replacement (Penny Dreadful)

Dana Scully (the X files)

Doomguy  (Doom)

*Double (Skullgirls)

Doug Jones (The VelociPastor)

*Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

*Duo Maxwell (Gundam Wing)

*Eddie Brock (Venom)

*Emilio Santoz from The Sparrow

Enrico Pucci (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

*Farnese de Vandimion (Berserk)

*Father Alexander Anderson (Hellsing)

*Father Brown (Father Brown)

Father John Mulcahy (MASH)

Father Paul (Midnight Mass)

*Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (Spiderman)

Firestar (Warrior Cats)

*Flayn (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

*Frank Castle (Marvel)

Friar Tuck (Robin Hood)

*Gabriel (Ultrakill)

*Galahad (The Mechanisms)

*Gerard (Unholyverse)

Gloria Maria Ramirez Delgado-Pritchett (Modern Family)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb)

*Helena Bertinlli (DC comics)

Hell boy (HellBoy)

Homura Akemi (Madoka Magica)

*Hot Pants (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

*Ibara Shiozaki (My Hero Academia)

*Inori Yamabuki/Cure Pine (Fresh Precure)

Jason Todd (DC Comics)

*Javert (Les Miserables)

Jean Valjean (Les Misérables)

*Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) (Fate/Grand Order)

*Jesus (Jesus Christ Superstar) 

*John "Soap" MacTavish (Call of Duty)

*John Gaius (The Locked Tomb)

*John Ward (FAITH)

*Johnathan (Shin Megami Tensei IV)

*Junk Rat (Overwatch)

*Justin Law (Soul eater)

*Kawabuchi Sentarou (Kids on the Slope)

Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

*Kirei Kotomine (Fate franchise)

Knuckes the Echidna (Sonic)

*Kristen Applebees (Dimension 20's Fantasy High)

*Kuroe (Magia Record)

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler (X-Men)

*Ky Kiske (Guilty Gear)

*Kyoko Sakura (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

*Lady Rhea (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

*Leliana (Dragon Age)

*Leon (8:11)

*Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)

*Libra (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

*Link (The Legend of Zelda)

*Louis de Pointe du Lac (Interview with the Vampire/The Vampire Chronicles)

*Luis Serra Navarro (Resident Evil)

Mac McDonald (It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia)

Maddie Fitzpatrick (Suite Life of Zack and Cody)

*Marcy Park (The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee)

*Mark Heathcliff (The Mandela Catalogue)

Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)

*Mello (Death Note)

*Mercedes (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

*Michael Carpenter (Dresden Files)

*Michael Corleone (The Godfather)

Miles Morales/Spider-Man

*Nate Ford (Leverage)

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

*Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

*Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg (Ride the Cyclone)

*Pastry Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

*Patton Sanders (Sanders Sides (Web Series))

Pope Pinion IV (Cars)

Puss in Boots (Shrek)

Quasimodo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Remy LeBeau/Gambit (X-Men)

*Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

*RoboCop (RoboCop)

Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle)

*Ryker (Roleslaying With Roman)

*Saint Citrina Rocks (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Sasuke (Naruto)

*SCP-166 (Just a Teenage Gaia) 

*Seeley Booth (Bones)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic)

*Shiro Fujimoto (Blue Exorcist)

Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

*Sir Keradin Deeproot (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Sister Mary (The Young Pope)

Sister Michael (Derry Girls)

*Steve Rogers/Captain America (Marvel)

*Tammy Edwards (Legoland by Jacob Richmond) 

*Tatsumi Kazehaya (Ensemble Stars)

*Temenos Mistral (Octopath Traveler 2)

The Derry Girls (Derry Girls)

*The Penitent One (Blasphemous)

*Tobias Schneien (Ghost Eyes)

*Valeria Garaz (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 reboot)

*Valery Michailov (Goncharov - 1973)

*Vector the Crocodile (Sonic the Hedgehog)

*Vito Corleone (The Godfather)

*Wesley Hailoh (Rhyme and Reason)

*William Murdoch (Murdoch Mysteries)

*Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew)

#the bracket isnt the prettiest or easiest to read but please bare with me #this is the best i got im going insane trying to make it work #Tokyo Mew Mew #the godfather #gonchorov #rhyme and reason #d20 #d20 ravening war #d20 fantasy high #call of duty #ghost eye #clasphemous #derry girls #octopath traveler 2 #ensemble stars #encanto #sonic the hedgehog #daredevil #marvel #miles morales #spider man #legend of zelda #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #cookie run #fire emblem #percy jackson #Mandela Catalogue #good omens #les miserables

[froggywritesstuff]

character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa 

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega 

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

R

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

#froggywritesstuff #tgwdlm x reader #John doe x reader #Heartstopper x reader #do revenge x reader #Deadpool x reader #Wednesday x reader #tomorrow when the war began x reader #treasure Planet X reader #Enola Holmes x reader #love Victor x reader #in treatment x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #once upon a time x reader #dash and Lily x reader #summer days summer nights x reader #venom x reader #honest theif x reader #Ghostbusters Afterlife x reader #Micah Yujin x reader #the obsession x reader #Simon Aumar x reader #rottmnt x reader #ben schwartz x reader #teddy lobo x reader #mean girls #Warm bodies #adventure time #mythic quest #your boyfriend

[vampyre-gutz]

Here’s a list of Alphabetically sorted ‘Call Signs’ for you if you: can’t figure out what yours would be, you need one for an OC, or for whatever other purpose! :)

!! Some of these came off the internet and are real call signs! Some are from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick which is probably why some of them may seem familiar. Good luck aviators. !!

A: Angel, Alphabet, Agony, Arrow, Assassin, Aggy, Ace, Animal, Astro.

B: Black Cat, Bronco, Bruise, Brick, Basher, Bulldog, Breaker, Blaze, Boomerang, B.O.B, Blade, Bullet, Bull, Bullseye, Bucket, Biggie, Birdie, Boots, Bones, Badger, Buzz, Big-sky, Baby Bat, Bubbly.

C: Cobra, Cypher, Casper, Charge, Cougar, Cyclone, Crow, Cyclops, Chipper, Coyote, Cargo, Charlie, Chaser, Cryo, Chuck, Creed, CooCoo, Cannonball, Circuit, Crash, Colt, Cruella, Creature, Chicken Little.

D: Dynamite, Dusty, Dash, Demo, Dice, Duck, Domino, Dover, Dozer, Diesel, Darling, Dasher, DoDo, Dipper, Digger., Deuce, Django, Dottie, Deception.

E: Elvis, Enigma, Egghead.

F: Flatline, Fireball, Fighter, Frost, Fancy, Feather, Flame, Frogman, Fifi, Firecracker, Fun-sized, Fruit Bat, Fungus.

G: Ghost, Goose, Giggles, Gucci, Ghostrider, Grizzly, Great White (shark), Gills, Gibbs, Gonzo, Ginger, Gator, Growler, Gretel, Graveyard, Ghoul, GG, G-Lord.

H: Hangman, Hammer, Hijax, Hijinx, Hollywood, Hurricane, Howler, Heater, Hawk, Honey, High-Tech, Hard Shell, Hydra, Horns, Heebee-Jeebee, Heartbreak, Hellcat, Hansel.

I: Iceman, Ivy.

J: Joker, Jinx, Jester, Jaws, Jacket, Judge, Jumper, Jaguar, Jigsaw, Judas.

K: Killer, Knight, Kanga, Krunch, Kindle.

L: Lucky, Legend, Little red, Lick, Lightbeam, Lambchop, Lover-boy, Lovebug, Lunch Money, Lucifer.

M: Maverick, Mouse, Mad Dog, Maniac, Machine, Mutt, Merlin, Mellow, Major, Mugsy, Mistletoe, Micro, Mamba, Mule, Mad, Memo, Magician, Monster, Moony, Midnight, Magic, Mastermind, Mare, Mustache, Moby, Mortician, Mortimer, Massacre, Mad Hatter.

N: Nova, Navigator, Nerd, Nugget.

O: Ox, Omen, Obi, Octave/Octavia, Oopsie Daisy.

P: Puddle, Porky, Poison, Payback, Phoenix, PopTop, Pyro, Pitch, Puggsy, Princess, Puke, Poltergeist, Phantom, Peacock, Puzzle, Peter Pan.

Q: Quiver, Queenie, Q-tip.

R: Razor, Ripper, Rattlesnake, Rooster, Rebound, Rush, Red, Rags, Robin, Rusty, Rebel, Radiator, Rottweiler, Rapid, Rambo, Red Flag, Rockstar.

S: SHOCK, Skipper, Showoff, Sparrow, Slayer, Smiley, Songbird, Shadow, Scooby, Slider, Sundown, Stinger, Sludge, Shredder, Storm, Silence, Stretch, Serpent, Scout, Shark, Stag, Slick, Sassy, Scooter, Soprano, Spring, Strike, Scorpion, Showtopper, Stallion, Sweet ‘n Sour, Scarlet Witch, Surge, Spinach.

T: Tiger, Taz (Tasmanian Devil), Thunder, Twinkle-Toes, Tank, Tweety, T-Bone, Tumble Weed, Trouble, Tombstone, Tug, Toon, Twitch, Turbo, Tart, Teacup.

U: Uber, Unicorn, Ultimate, Unseen.

V: Viper, Vapor, Vampire, VooDoo, Vanilla, Vine, Venom.

W: Wiki, Wolfman, Wizard, Warlock, Wildcard, Wednesday, Wildfire, Wonderland, White Rabbit.

X: Xeno, X-man, Xanadu.

Y: Youngin.

Z: Zeus, Zebra, Zig-Zag, Zimm.

#top gun #call signs #top gun maverick #call sign ideas #military #us navy #us navy fighter pilot #fighter pilot #pilot call signs

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Ghost Story - Chapter 14

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 3651

Warnings: None

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: The chapters/parts in italics are flashbacks. And see if you can find the Viper quote reference!

Chapter Songs: Middle Finger Winner At A Losing Game

****

Ghost

Senior pilots sat in the front of the room, lounging around like they owned the place. Ghost slipped in unnoticed, taking a seat in the back in an unoccupied row. Hardly a minute later, Cyclone and Warlock strode into the room. All the pilots stood at attention.

"You may be seated," Cyclone said, standing front and center of the room. He continued once the pilots returned to their seats. "A mission of critical importance has arisen deep in enemy territory. Due to the distance and the extensive radar network, we conferred with a skilled and seasoned aviator to determine the best course of action. He decided stealth fighters were the best chance at having a successful mission. That being said, even if you make it through the mountain range to the target area, you will most likely be faced with heavy opposition both in the form of air-to-ground lookouts and potential enemy aircraft. We will not brief you on the full details of the mission due to the top-secret clearance it requires. However, I want you to realize that all missions you have gone on before, whether regular stealth or black ops, will not compare to this one. The twelve of you have been chosen based on your skills and track records, but only one of you will be chosen officially. You will then choose a wingman and two reserve pilots to take your place in case anything happens. Any questions?"

"Sir, you said there were twelve of us, but I only count eleven," a pilot up front said, someone Ghost recognized well but not necessarily liked.

Leaning out into the aisle, she remarked, "You should really get your eyesight checked, Boomer."

The pilot turned around. Although he smiled, she saw the venom it, the hatred. "Winchester. Did you buy your way into this mission?"

"Did you go on that stealth mission in Russia?" she countered coolly. 

Boomer's expression fell hard. "No."

"There's the answer to your question."

Before Boomer could retort back, Cyclone interrupted with, "You'll be going through a series of trials, a mixture of eleven dog fights and course runs each over the course of the next two weeks. After each day, one of you will be knocked out until only one of you remains. The lone pilot will be the team leader for the mission. For the first dogfight, you'll be in pairs, so select your wingman after you suit up and go to your assigned planes."

The group stood, and Boomer took the opportunity to say, "Be careful up there, Winchester. You're going up against the big leagues now."

He left with the other pilots before she could respond, and Ghost rolled her eyes, unperturbed by the threat. She'd beaten Boomer before, on more than one occasion too. She wasn't worried in the slightest about this time. Someone else seemed to be, though.

"Lieutenant Winchester, be careful," Cyclone warned. "Captain Henrikson has a bone to pick with you after you beat him out for the Russia stealth mission, and you pointing it out to him only aggravated him. Most of the other pilots probably share similar sentiments toward you since you've been chosen over them for coveted missions. They're going to go after you first. While I know you can hold your own, watch your back up there."

"Are you worried about me, sir?" Ghost queried, biting back a grin.

"With how you fly, I should probably be more worried about the others."

"It almost sounds like your bets are on me, sir."

The smallest of smiles tugged on Cyclone's lips. "My bets are always on you, Ghost. Get going."

Saluting him, she hurried off to change into her flight suit. Ghost geared up as fast as possible, not wanting to be the last, even though she had good reason to be after being detained for a brief conversation with Cyclone. Still, while she had nothing to prove to the pilots, she didn't want to draw more attention to herself in any way. Ghost knew they'd be after her. She was the youngest and had a record that rivaled all of theirs, not to mention she had the least amount of experience. In their eyes, she was the weakest link in the group. Ghost would use that in her favor, though, along with a few other tricks of the trade she'd learned over the years.

Upon arrival at the hangar, relief surged through her when she saw she wasn't the last to suit up. Most of the pilots were 'unfriendly' faces, but one she recognized and her elation spiked.

Stopping by his side, she greeted cheerfully, "Hey, Hollywood!"

The kind, seasoned aviator jumped at her unannounced presence. "Ghost! I was wondering when you were going to say hi to me. I tried catching you as we were leaving, but Cyclone started talking to you."

"Considering you're my only friend here and assuming someone else hasn't snagged you yet, would you like to be my wingman?"

"Yes, ma'am. Come on, I think our planes are next to each other, as luck would have it." Ghost followed Hollywood to the flight line. On their way, he asked, "How long have you been at North Island?"

"About a month, month and a half."

"And they're already tossing you back up in the air?"

Ghost thought back to the past few weeks- her claustrophobia on the ground, her anxieties over her friendships, and her fight with Rooster a mere hour ago. "Yeah, but it's honestly a welcome distraction. I missed being up in the air."

"Ghost, I have four daughters. I can detect when you're not telling me everything," Hollywood pointed out, raising an eyebrow at her. "What's going on?"

"Boy troubles, but I'll leave it at that for now. We have a mission to win."

Hollywood nodded. "Let's show them how's it done."

***

Ghost and Hollywood landed with victory in their hands. As Ghost predicted and as Cyclone warned, the opposing pilots went after her with a vengeance. With nail-biting acrobatics and some close calls, Hollywood and Ghost managed to turn the other pilots against each other, pointing out to other teams when someone had a clear shot of another pilot. Soon, the opposing pilots started taking advantage of the others' tunnel vision, and Hollywood and Ghost kept on the defense until only four 'enemies' remained. Then they got down to business, exploiting the weaknesses of the other pilots, initiated by Ghost.

Tyler 'Frenchie' Paris tended to get irritated when his lead wouldn't take the shot and would try to get it himself by breaking away, leaving him open and undefended. Hollywood used himself as bait for this, and when Frenchie predictably tried to go after him when his lead couldn't get the shot, Ghost nailed him. 

Keegan "Comet" Westin failed to see Ghost slip underneath him when he had his sights dead set on Hollywood for taking out Frenchie, who had become his wingman when Comet's original one got knocked out of the fight by Boomer. Hollywood continued to stay out of the Comet's reach, and when Ghost saw the opportunity, she locked onto him and sent him home.

Ian 'Twister' McIntosh attempted a Cobra maneuver and failed miserably, for Ghost had seen him do it to other pilots during the fight and recognized the signs of when he was about to do it. She allowed herself to get close enough to him so he would take the bait and perform the trick but giving herself enough space and time to mimic the maneuver. As predicted, Twister went up in a Cobra, and Ghost immediately did too, gliding overhead of Boomer, who had been following her. He jerked his plane downward, straight into the sights of Hollywood, who had been cruising just above the hard deck, out of sight and out of mind of Boomer and Twister. Meanwhile, Ghost and Twister both leveled back out, and the latter, disoriented that his trick didn't work, had a lag in reaction time and, before he could gather his wits, found his missile alert going off in his cockpit. Ghost had gotten him.

After the dogfight came a mock course through a 'radar-infested' jungle. The lower altitude you flew, the harder it became for the radar to see you, but it also became more challenging for the pilot to pass the course. Three pilots got 'killed' by entering the radars, and another four completed the course but failed to meet the time limit. Only five passed it with flying colors: Ghost with the fastest time, followed by Boomer, then Frenchie, then Hollywood, and finally Twister, who narrowly beat the clock by .01 seconds. 

Disembarking from her plane after landing from the course run, a red-faced Boomer stalked toward her. "What the fuck were you thinking pulling that kind of stunt during the dogfight?! You could've gotten all three of us killed doing that double Cobra!"

"I was fully aware of what you and Twister were doing," Ghost replied calmly. "I wouldn't have done it if I thought it put our lives at risk."

"Easy, Boomer," Hollywood said icily, coming to stand protectively next to Ghost. "It might've been dangerous, but it worked, and the only thing that got wounded is your pride. Walk it off and try again next time."

Boomer glowered at Ghost and Hollywood but said nothing else, recognizing he wouldn't get a rise out of them. This wouldn't be the last time he confronted her, though. Of that, she was sure. Once out of earshot, Hollywood said, "He's right, you know. That could've gotten all three of you killed."

"It could've if the timing had been off, but I knew what both of their reactions would be, and I trusted my instinct. It's gotten me this far, hasn't it?"

"You're a dangerous pilot, Ghost, but whether that's to your enemies or your allies, I'm not sure."

"Unless I somehow get an ally killed, it'll just be my enemies. Let's get out of here before Boomer comes back for round two and before Cyclone calls me out on the Cobra maneuver too." Ghost strode off with Hollywood back to the changing room. She slowly changed back into her civilian clothes, the excitement and adrenaline of the mission quickly fading, replaced by the misery of her argument with Rooster. Ghost had wanted to join the Daggers at the Hard Deck tonight, but he would undoubtedly be there, and outside of Hangman, they were his friends first, not hers. Even though she figured they wouldn't care if she and Rooster were having problems because God knows they didn't mind him when he was having issues with Maverick, Ghost still felt like she'd be an imposition on them, like she'd be out of place amongst them. 

Leaving the changing room with every intent to return to her apartment, Ghost started heading down the hallway but hardly five steps in, and Hollywood joined her side, asking, "Any plans for this evening?"

"No, not really," Ghost admitted with a nonchalant shrug.

"Don't tell me you're staying in on a Friday night."

"That's precisely what I'm telling you."

"Ghost, I'm in my late fifties, and I'm going out tonight. Even the other pilots have plans to hang out. Don't let old-timers have more of a life than you on a Friday night!"

"I'm not!" Ghost said indignantly. "It's just all my friends will be hanging out with the boy causing my problems, and I don't want to be around him right now."

"Okay, I'll give you that one, but I'm not letting you stay in on a Friday night because of a boy being a dick to you. Why don't you hang out with me for a bit? We can catch up because it's been a while since I've seen you and your mom."

"Who's being a dick to you, Ghost?" A familiar voice inquired from behind. The two pilots turned around to find Maverick walking over to them. Ghost lit up.

"Mav!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"That 'skilled and seasoned aviator' Cyclone mentioned in his briefing was me. I was watching the hops with him and Warlock," Maverick replied, stopping in front of them. "You're a hell of an instinctive pilot."

"She reminds me of you," Hollywood said with a broad grin. "Good to see you, Mav."

Maverick responded in kind and shook the other pilot's hand. "Good to see you too, Hollywood."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be here for Ice's funeral. My wife had surgery the day before and-"

"I know. How is she doing?"

"On the mend. None of us realized how rough rotator cuff surgery could be. How are Sarah and the kids?"

"They're doing okay. Bryn's had the hardest time of all, but she's been doing better with Ghost and Rooster around. Now back to my original question: Ghost, who's being a dick to you?"

She hesitated, not wanting to voice it. After all, he'd just gotten on good terms with Rooster. Ghost didn't want to drag him into her problems with him. Maverick deserved some peace in his life. "Don't worry about it. Honestly. So, what are you doing tonight?"

Recognizing the swift change in topic, Maverick let the line of conversation drop, but Ghost could see in his eyes he hadn't forgotten about it. "I was going to the Hard Deck to hang out with the Daggers and Penny later. Why?"

"Hollywood is giving me grief about wanting to stay in on a Friday night, so I was going to see if you wanted to join us for a drink or something."

"Sure. Why don't we meet at the Hard Deck?"

Ghost and Hollywood agreed, the former reluctantly and only because she reminded herself that Maverick had said he would be hanging out with the Daggers later, which most likely meant they weren't at the bar yet. She would stay until Rooster arrived.

The three pilots briefly parted ways to their respective rides. Maverick and Ghost rode side-by-side on their motorcycles to the Hard Deck, giving her a certain amount of joy to be alongside her idol. Maybe one day they could fly next to each other. If she won the tournament between the stealth pilots and got to choose her team, perhaps she could consider Maverick as a wingman. Of course, he'd gotten out finally, had a peaceful life. Did Ghost really want to disrupt that?

"Penny Benjamin! You're a sight for sore eyes," Hollywood said, striding up with a bright smile to the bar with Maverick and Ghost behind him, the latter scanning the room for signs of Rooster, even though she hadn't seen his unmistakable blue Bronco out front. Other than her comrades from the tournament in one corner and some civilians in another, none of the Daggers were there. Ghost allowed herself to relax and took a seat between Hollywood and Maverick. The two men started chatting, catching each other up on their lives and reminiscing about their time at Top Gun. Ghost said little, but she enjoyed listening to their conversation and learning more about both of them. Penny would chime in occasionally while keeping a steady stream of drinks flowing for the three of them.

"Hey, Mav, why didn't they invite you to train and compete with us for the mission?" Ghost asked. " I know you're on reserve, but-"

"I don't think Cyclone could handle having me train and lead a second time," he joked, taking a sip of his beer. "I caused a lot of headaches for him. Looks like you're filling in for me in that department, though. Proud of you."

Ghost groaned. "I don't know who's getting let go tomorrow, but I wouldn't put it past Cyclone to knock me out because of that Cobra maneuver."

"Oh, yeah, he wasn't happy about that, but you left before he could find you and reprimand you. Expect that tomorrow."

"Guess I'm going to have to try a new tactic to win. How are we going to do the dogfighting tomorrow? Will it still be in pairs or a free-for-all?"

"Pairs, and you'll be required to choose a different partner."

"Oh. Great. I wouldn't put it past any of them to accidentally shoot me down as my wingman."

Maverick raised his eyebrows. "What's their problem with you?"

"I'm young, and they think I'm dangerous. I've been sent on some missions that they wanted because it would've boosted their careers. It's all personal. It'll be fine, though. Their anger toward me blinds them, so I'll use that in my favor like I did today."

"Mav! Ghost!" Fanboy shouted, waving at them from the front door with Bob and Payback beside him. The pilots waved back, and Maverick promised he'd join them at the pool table in a bit. Ghost stayed silent, not wanting to make any such promises when she knew she wouldn't be able to keep them once Rooster came. Like a ghost, she would slip out of the Hard Deck unnoticed upon his arrival.

Fanboy had other plans, pleading, "Ghost, we need a fourth player. The others won't be here for a while. Come on!"

Ghost relented and, excusing herself from the conversation between Maverick and Hollywood, joined the three Daggers at the pool table. She partnered with Bob, who turned out to be a pool shark. They won by a landslide, much to Payback and Fanboy's dismay. They started a second round, and Payback stepped up to the plate for the defense, blocking Bob's would-be shots. As they played, the other Daggers began trickling in. First, Phoenix, Hangman, Coyote, then Harvard and Yale, and finally, Omaha, Fritz, and Halo. 

Hangman sidled up next to Ghost, his eyes still slightly bloodshot. Quietly, he asked, "What's on your mind?"

"Why do you assume I'm thinking about something?" she countered, lacing her fingers atop the pool stick.

"Because you're quiet, even for you."

"It's a work thing," she replied, which wasn't far from the truth. Ghost's mind was wrapped up in the mission, but it wasn't all of it. If she told Hangman what transpired between her and Rooster earlier, her ex would open up a can of Texas whoop-ass on Rooster, and as upset as she was with him, she wouldn't allow that to happen.

"Bradshaw!" Phoenix shouted, instantly causing Ghost's attention to shift to the front of the bar. Rooster swaggered in. Before anyone noticed, Ghost casually stepped back, rested her pool cue against the wall, and disappeared into the crowd.

Reaching the bar, she said, "Hey, Penny, I'm going to close out my tab."

"Already taken care of," the bartender replied. "It's on Hollywood."

Turning to the pilot, Ghost thanked him. He and Mav asked where she was going, and she told them, "Home. Between recovering from the hangover from last night, the boy trouble, and the missions today, I'm exhausted."

Maverick's eyes traveled briefly to Rooster, who had his back to them. Then, returning his gaze to Ghost, he inquired, "The boy troubles wouldn't have anything to do with Rooster, would they?"

Ghost shifted uneasily on her feet. She wouldn't lie to Maverick. Lies had done nothing for her recently, as well-intentioned as they were. "We got into an argument earlier, and I think it's best we stay separate for now. I'll see y'all tomorrow."

Eager to escape the bar, Ghost bid the aviators goodbye and rushed out the door into the crisp evening air. She felt lighter out here, some of her anxiety melting away. Still, Ghost didn't linger. If anyone mentioned her name and that she was here, she didn't want Rooster seeking her out for any reason, even to apologize. His words had stung, and Ghost needed space.

She had just straddled her motorcycle when Maverick appeared beside her, concern etched on his face. Before she could ask what he needed, he said gently, "Hey, I've been on the receiving end of Rooster's anger before, and I can promise you that whatever he said, he didn't mean it."

"I know," Ghost answered, offering him a small smile, "but he still said it. How'd you figure it out? That Rooster was my boy trouble?"

"I saw the expression on your face when he entered the bar."

"Guess my poker face isn't as good as I thought. I'm sorry, Mav. I didn't want to tell you because I know you two only recently got back on good terms with each other. I didn't want to drag you into our drama."

"Don't worry about me. Regardless of your relationship with Rooster, I'm still here for you, too. Don't let this argument stop you from hanging out with us and reaching out to me. Don't isolate yourself."

"You sound like you're speaking from experience."

"I am, and considering I see a lot of my younger self in you, I know the path you're heading down. It's a dangerous one."

"I appreciate the concern, but don't worry about me. I'm used to being by myself. Besides, I still have Hangman and Bryn, and I have you and Penny. I'm good." Ghost smiled reassuringly at him. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, and Ghost? If you need a partner for the dogfight tomorrow, just give me a call. I'll fly with you."

Ghost beamed at the offer. "Thank you, sir. Good night, Maverick."

She took off onto the busy road, and as she glanced in her side view mirror to check the traffic behind her, she caught a glimpse of Rooster bursting out onto the patio, halting when his attention landed on Ghost disappearing into the horizon. Her heart lurched at the sight of him, but she didn't dare turn back. Distance was the best course of action for them. Distance from a potential new argument, distance from the misery of the former argument, and distance from the pain of knowing she could never be with him.

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[whiskeyswriting]

She Likes It

| For: @cycbaby |

| Song: She Likes It by Russell Dickerson and Jake Scott |

Mayor Beau Simpson. While he knew the job entailed caring for the needs of the town, Beau knew he would have the backing of the town to make improvements. Before he could do any changes, he first needed to sit for his official Mayor portrait. He knew he would already use his wife as his photographer. After the official mayoral photos were taken, he removed his tie and jacket and poured Robyn some tequila so they could have their own photo session.

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[bayisdying]

How They Met...Kinda

A/N: Drunk!Lucky is the best and we love her

Tagging my Valentines: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @gracespicybradshaw @cycbaby @callmemana @breadsquash @kloofspeaks @notyoursbutlewis @milesdickpic @callsignthirsty @likelyrowdy @askmarinaandothers @starlit-epiphany

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Every holiday was a reason for the Chaos Squad to party. Even Valentine's Day. Which is why on Feburary 13th, the Hard Deck was closed to the public, and it was just them.

Fanboy watched as Lucky knocked back quite a bit of alcohol. She had just had another appointment with her OBGYN, but still no good news. He knew she was trying to forget, but he had Spicy bring her waters with every other drink.

"Is she going to be okay?" Whiskey asked.

"She's going to hate herself in the morning."

The night was going well when the topic of Valentines came up for real, everyone discussing their plans. That's when Lucky gets the idea in her hazy mind. Nobody suspects a thing as she gets up from the table. They all figure she's going to pee for the 100th time.

Instead, two seconds later, she is standing on the bartop.

"Lucky, please get down from the bar." Ice said.

"No, I have an idea."

"Oh, this is going to be great." Jake muttered.

"Have you guys ever thought about how amazing it is that we've all met our better halfs?"

"Lucky, honey, please get down from the bar." Ice pleads again.

"Like you! You met Dragon, and you two are amazing together."

Dragon laughs, "thank you sweet girl."

"And I'm sure your first meeting was adorable. In fact, I can picture it now." Lucky gets off the bar, super gracefully by the way, "I can see Ice looking so cool, leaning up against the wall." She leans aganist the bar and puts her aviators on before lowering her voice, "I'm Mr. Ice Cold, No Mistakes."

Ice had been holding in a laugh, but he let it out because, unfortunately, she wasn't wrong.

"Then I can just imagine this gorgeous woman, Dragon, obviously walks by and Mr. Ice over here just melts." She puts her hand over her heart. "That's the girl for me."

"That's pretty accurate to how it happened actually." Slider interjects.

"Thanks, Uncle Sli, and I'm sure it was similar for you and Whiskey. You are just standing there like a Greek God when she rolls up." Lucky says, getting a laugh out of the couple.

"Oh Mickey, come up here and help me."

He groaned but got up anyway, not knowing what to expect.

"Okay, so pretend Mickey is Slider, I know he's too short, but bear with me."

"Wow, so sweet of you."

"Shut up and be a himbo.".

Mickey just stood there, and Baylie huffed but got back into character as Whiskey.

"Heyyyy Slider."

"Hi Jade." Mickey playing along.

"You know you're like really cute." Lucky says twirling her hair. "and I'm like super into cute men with no brains."

Mickey breaks character to laugh at the way she's trying so hard, and he's not the only one.

"Hey, I have some brains!" Slider says, feigning hurt.

"Shut up, Ron. I'm enjoying the show." Whiskey said, patting his thigh.

"I'm just saying you guys met at Top Gun, and that's so cute!" Lucky says. "I'm sure you two big men saw two gorgeous women who were mean to you and fell in love."

She turned to Goose and Scarlet, who were both laughing so hard that they had turned matching shades of...scarlet...

"Then you two!"

"Oh no." Scarlet hid her face in her hands.

"I can picture it, Goose at the piano playing some old ass song." She paused, and the group watched as an idea washed over her leading to a devilish grin. "Kind of like this." She says as she walks over to the piano.

"Does she know how to play the piano?" Spicy asked.

Mickey shakes his head.

"Someone should be recording this." Jake says, "this is the best thing ever."

Lucky hits a few random keys, making everyone wince. "You shake my nerves, and rattle my brains." She sings, her voice not bad but definitely off beat.

"So he's sitting there playing this stupid song, and this gorgeous redhead walks in and sees this tall drink of water sitting on the bench."

"Ew." Rooster whispers.

"Grow up Rooster, anyways knowing Goose he probably tells her to take a seat in his lap and despite not knowing him she takes the invitation. He serenades her with old songs all night long, and from that night forward they were in love."

Scarlet wipes an actual tear from her eye.

"Then a few years later, they had a son and named him Bradley even though Dumbass was more appropriate."

"Hey!"

"She's not wrong." Spicy playfully elbows Rooster in the ribs.

"And that dumbass found his perfect person much in the same way as his parents. In this very bar. Penny hired this gorgeous woman and she was behind the bar." For added effect Lucky jumped over the bar, Ice damn near chokes on his drink with worry.

"So imagine Spicy behind the bar, learning from the amazing queen herself, Penny. And this tall, porn stached, idiot walks in with that walk. Y'all know that walk. She looks up, completely ignoring her new bff trying to get a refill on her jack and coke." Lucky pouts. "And in that moment, I lost my wife to the biggest dumbass I know besides Jake."

"Bay, it wasn't that dramatic."

"We could have been so good together Spicy but nooooooo."

"Cariño, we'd already been together for years."

"This isn't about you Mickey."

Mickey just nods, knowing better than to argue with his wife.

"And then, then my other wife finds us and drops us for Jake. Like come on Spicy and I are both much hotter than Jake Seresin."

Cin snorted, "yes honey."

"Um excuse you?" Jake asked.

"Shut up Jake, and let me finish." Lucky said and despite wanting to fight Jake obeys. "so anyways, Jake takes one look at my gorgeous bestie and decides to stop being a man whore and nail Cin down. And somehow she looked at his big head and said yes."

"I don't have a big head." Jake pouted.

Lucky looks around, "I guess that's it really. We know how Maverick and Penny got together after like a billion years. And I still don't know how Cyclone got a hot ass bitch like Venom."

The group laughs as Fanboy helps Lucky back to her seat.

"You're forgetting someone Lucky." Whiskey points out.

Lucky looks around confused, "no I didnt."

"Honey, you forgot you and Mickey." Spicy points out.

"Oh we fucked in the closet of the cottage before it was mine." Lucky blurts out and most of the group laugh at her bluntness. Rooster and Ice look less than thrilled to know this information.

"Cariño that's not how we met." Fanboy points out.

Lucky looked him right in the eyes, "no but its when I realized I was totally, completely in love with you and I stopped fighting it."

Mickey smiles at her like they are the only two in the room.

"I'm going to vomit." Rooster says matter-of-factly before getting up from the table and heading to the kitchen, followed by his father and Jake.

Penny, Cin, and Spicy start clearing the tables. Usually Lucky would help, but after her big show she was laying her head on Fanboy's shoulder. She tries to reach for his Bud Light but he pushes it away.

"Mickeyyyy." She pouts.

"Oh, you're cut off, big time child." Ice says taking the bottle away from both of them.

"That's so mean."

"You'll get over it."

"Okie dokie."

Mickey shakes his head, but picks up his wife bridal style.

"Let's get you home Bay."

"I love you Garcia."

"I love you more."

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[annonymouslyblonde]

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Pairing: Percy x Annabeth

Genre: Song fic (Taylor Swift's Sparks Fly)

Summary: Percy Jackson had always done something to Annabeth. It was something she couldn't put a name to for years. But it was definitely a spark of something. Written for the Percabeth discord's "Story of Us" fest

Percy Jackson was a force of nature in everything he did. It was clear to Annabeth the day she watched him defeat a minotaur completely untrained with nothing but a sword. As a warrior, he was fierce as a cyclone. When he defended, he held the fury of a hundred hurricanes. Even his love for his mom was something intense and impassioned, like a riptide dragging anyone in its way undertow. And from the moment he arrived, Annabeth knew they would be on a direct collision course. He was the one; he had to be. The way he fought with instinct? There was no way he wasn't the hero of the great prophecy. Part of her was terrified despite all the years of hoping, praying for his arrival. Now faced with the truth of her future, the inevitable, Annabeth felt the overwhelming urge to run. Running was her default. But there was no running from the gods. From prophecies. From him .

So she stayed by him while he healed, fed him ambrosia, even attempted to get a few answers out of him. The boy was completely clueless, though. Thank Aphrodite you're pretty , she thought harshly as she watched him pass out again. He clearly wouldn't be a child of Athena. Good , a small part of her heart whispered. Even she had to admit he was cute, but she tried to push that away. Her mind should be focused on the quest and the stolen item, not if the new kid was cute. Not memorizing the slopes of his face. Definitely not thinking about those sparkling green eyes she had only a glimpse of.

Instead, she distracted herself by analyzing his fighting style against the minotaur. It did the job, but it lacked training. His stance was entirely too narrow, and the way he wielded that sword was nothing short of atrocious. And she wasn't at all jealous that he defeated a freaking minotaur on his very first day. Not. At. All.

Perhaps that was why her words were hard and bitter later that day when she looked at the minotaur horn and told him that he drooled in his sleep, then silently cursed herself the entire way to Cabin Eleven. Her words were still biting when Chiron brought him back to her. When had she lost the ability to be rational and speak? This raven-haired boy was doing something to her. Something she seriously hoped he couldn't see.

—

A son of Poseidon. She had thought about developing a crush on a son of freaking Poseidon. It must have been a true testament to how little Athena paid attention to her that she wasn’t struck down immediately for the fleeting desire. Her gaze flickered over to his form, alone at the Poseidon table, almost feeling sorry for him. Annabeth hated seeing anyone forced to sit alone at a meal. Even if he was a dirty rotten son of Poseidon. 

The small glimmer of pity she felt for him vanished the moment she overheard Chiron send him to the oracle. Of course he'd get a quest. Five long years of praying, begging for a quest, constantly being denied, and his first summer, the son of a Big Three was granted a quest. And an extremely important one, too! Annabeth was determined to get herself on that quest, somehow, someway. She would not sit back at camp. Even if it meant working with a son of Poseidon. 

She was prepared to fight her point, justify her presence on the quest, but when he called her Wise Girl, her cheeks flushed while her brain short-circuited. No one ever called her Wise Girl except Clarisse. The way Percy said the nickname was nothing like the daughter of Ares, though. No venom, no bite. Perhaps fondly, even , she wondered. The flush staining her cheeks deepened at the thought as a shot of pure energy ran from her toes up through the top of her head. Her hair was standing on ends, she was sure of it.

What was this boy doing to her?

—

Something about Percy just felt comfortable, like the home she never had. Perhaps it was days of exhaustion or the closeness of the truck, but Annabeth felt safe with him. As she opened up, telling him about her family and how she came to Camp Half-Blood, she wanted to lean into him, lay her head against his shoulder, and take every comfort he gave her. What she had finally admitted to herself was a serious crush rooted deeper in the dark of that animal transport truck as she promised to fight by his side, no matter what her mom did. Because he was her friend . 

—

It was finally her chance. Maybe even her last. After years of brief moments wishing he'd kiss her or she could kiss him, even one desperate kiss on Mt. Saint Helens when she feared never seeing him again, here he was in the middle of a Manhattan street, asking her to kiss him. In front of basically the entire camp. Why didn't she take it? Staring straight into those captivating green eyes, her mind screamed GODS YES even as she sent him on his way with a sarcastic remark and possibly her whole heart. If he died before she made good on the promise, she may never forgive herself. But it was her way of telling him they would win, that she believed they would win. Gods, she hoped she was right.

There were moments she thought maybe she was wrong, so very wrong. Perhaps she had over-estimated their own defenses and underestimated the brutality of Kronos's forces. Watching as Percy fought Ethan who she was sure knew of Percy's weak spot, a moment of terror nearly drowned her as worry crept in that she would forever be haunted if Ethan took the shot. Haunted by the what-ifs, haunted by the missing moments, haunted by the single request she turned down. She knew those green eyes would turn accusing and haunt her dreams every night for eternity if he were gone. She would go down to the Underworld alone if necessary to give him that kiss. 

—

The moment her lips touched his, everything faded. All the scrapes dulled, and her aching body faded into the background. His kiss took away every pain, physical and emotional. Winning the war was great. Coming back to camp as champions of Olympus was exhilarating. But sitting next to the lake kissing Percy, on his 16th birthday no less, just felt right .

Camp was a blur after that. A blur that included lots of dates to the strawberry fields and even more kisses both above and underwater. As much good as there was, the pain came too. Too many burial shrouds and pyres to burn. Election of new counselors in cabins that no longer had one. But as new campers came in claimed and alive, hope spread through camp like Greek fire. 

On the eve of camp dismissal, Chiron announced a firework show to commemorate the truly astonishing summer they had all survived. It was the perfect ending. For years, Annabeth had shared a blanket with Percy watching the spectacular show the Hephaestus cabin created for the Fourth of July. But this time, Percy tentatively wrapped an arm around her shoulders, refusing to meet her eye when she looked at him with a smirk. As the fireworks lit up the skies, Annabeth found her eyes drifting to Percy far more captivated by the way his shone with each explosion. 

Walking back from Firework Beach hand in hand, a drop of water landed right on Annabeth’s nose. At first, she thought it may have fallen from the trees overhead until another hit her forehead, then another landed on her shoulder. Before she knew it, they were caught in the middle of a full on rainstorm. And Percy was grinning ear to ear.

"What are you doing!?" she shouted over the pelting rain. “It can't rain unless someone makes it, Mr. Son of Poseidon.”

In seconds, the rain had saturated her hair, pasting it against her face. Even his hair was wet as tracks of water ran into his eyes. With a swift tug, Percy pulled her into him and kissed her soft and slow.

“I've always wanted to kiss you in the pouring rain,” he admitted. “It's romantic, right?”

A laugh burst from her as she looped her arms around his neck. “You're impossible, Seaweed Brain!”

And the smile he shot her filled her stomach with sparks. White hot explosions of fireworks. From the beginning, Percy Jackson did something to Annabeth. It wasn't the butterflies Selina always gushed that Beckendorf gave her. No, this was more like a spark, hot and burning. Pure electricity blazing through her body. Like ambrosia, he could heal her of her deepest ailments, accompanied by the undercurrent of burning up. He could take her down with a single blow. His humanity may have been grounded in her, but her feelings for him was her own Achilles’ heel. 

“Hey, Wise Girl,” he called to her, pulling her out of her thoughts. The troublemaker smile she loved split his face when her eyes met his sparkling green ones, full of life, full of mischief. Full of love.

“Yeah,” she breathed, finally remembering he'd called her. But his smile widened as he tugged at the grey curl that clung to her cheek, the mark of their shared burden.

“Nothing. I just like looking at you.”

“Seaweed brain,” she mumbled just before he framed her face, pulling her in for another long kiss.

Heat flooded her like a jar of Greek fire. The white hot sparks electrified her again, and she was sure it was a feeling she'd never get tired of. It was like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, focusing her only on Percy. The smell of sandy beaches and ocean spray, the slightly salty taste of his kiss. The tingle of his touch where he caressed her cheek.

Every day with Percy, the sparks flew.

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Certain words have an “x” feeling to them even if they don’t have a letter “x” in them, words like simulation, escalation, phantom, alchemy, ominous, mystery, crossroad, elevator, jigsaw, puzzle, drillbit, magnet, corkscrew, cyclone, storm, raincloud, thunder, shattered, annihilation, occult, chaos, venomous, poison, chemical, synthetic, incendiary, time-lock, spiral, bowstring, digital, octopus, vortex, reflection, etc etc

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Familiar Warmth

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 17 - 'Huddled together to keep warm'

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

A/n: This came out a bit more as “cuddling” to keep warm, but whatever lol, I just went with the idea as it came.

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“Snow’s getting heavier.” You commented, as you took a sip of your hot chocolate.

Eddie looked up from his laptop at your comment. The windows were being pelted with snow as the wind swirled around small cyclones through the streets. Glancing at the time on his screen he looked back outside “Looks dark for only being five.”

“Next time it calms down a bit we should go Eddie.”

He nodded, “Yeah okay.”

‘I don’t think it’s going to calm down’ Venom’s voice rang through his head and Eddie frowned “Of course it will.” He whispered. As you glanced over at him, he just pointed to his head and you understood. Eddie continued to type out the story as you looked over the articles of information.

“Eddie, we should go now.” You said as you looked out. The snow was still coming down, but the wind had calmed.

Eddie glanced at the time, 5:57pm, and then out the window “Alright, yeah. I can work on this at my apartment.”

As you left the small coffee shop and entered into the cold, both of you let out heavy breaths as the cold hit you. You wrapped your scarf a bit tighter around yourself as Eddie zipped up his jacket. “Maybe we should get a cab?” Eddie said as he looked around.

“There aren’t any!” You said back as you began to walk faster down the street “Besides, you only live like three blocks from here, come on!” You called back to him.

‘Race.’ Venom’s voice spoke, and Eddie rolled his eyes “Shut up.” He said with mild exasperation.

“What?” You asked as you looked back at him.

Eddie shook his head as he walked up to you “He suggested we race.” He said in a matter of fact tone.

“Good idea!” You said suddenly as you began to run away from him.

“Wha- Hey!” Eddie called out as you did so. ‘What are you doing standing still Eddie?! Catch up!’ Venom screamed and Eddie let out an exasperated sigh “I hate both of you.” You said as he began to run towards you.

When you looked back at him with an amused grin, Eddie couldn’t help but smile. You were adorable. ‘Why are you going so slowly?!’ Venom asked, angry. “Don’t you think I should let Y/n win? It’d be nice, right?” He asked quickly. ‘Wuss.’ Venom’s voice said back. “Dude. Not cool.” Eddie whined, as he moved a little faster as the snow began to pick up a bit.

As you both got to a crosswalk you slowed down as you crossed, and just as you got to the other side you both stopped and looked around as everything went out. The light posts, the ad screens on the buildings, the traffic lights, everything.

“Uh-oh.” You said as you looked around.

“Black out.” Eddie said “Must be from the storm.”

“It is getting pretty bad.” You said as you buried your face in your scarf. The wind had begun to pick up again as the snow got thicker.

Eddie gently grabbed your arm as he pulled you down the sidewalk “Come on, we’re almost there.”

With the race no longer on your mind, you both moved as quickly as you could with the little visibility you had. Shoulders pressed together as you fought against the wind. Your hands were tucked away, but still hurting from the cold as your eyes began to water.

Seeing Eddie’s building finally come into view, you both silently moved a bit faster. And as you got into the lobby you both let out relieved groans as the change in temperature was felt immediately. The lobby was still cold due to the power outage, but it was still warmer than being outside.

Finally getting into Eddie’s apartment, you dropped your bag and stripped off your now soaking wet jacket, scarf and shoes. Eddie did the same as he let out an exaggerated shiver “I’ll get you something warm.” He said as he moved through the house. You smiled to yourself as you heard him bump into something with a whispered curse.

Finding your way to the windows, you opened up the blinds to let in what light you could. You could see nothing through the white sheets of snow covering the window. ‘Well I’m definitely not getting home in this’ You thought to yourself.

Turning when you heard Eddie come back in, you saw him carrying a large sweatshirt of his. Taking it you thanked him before slipping it on, grateful for the warmth it provided. You noted the familiar scent of Eddie’s cologne as you slipped it over your head.

Glancing at Eddie, you saw him staring at you before suddenly looking away, clearly after realizing that he was staring. You smiled to yourself as you felt your cheeks heat up a bit.

“I’m gonna grab some candles and a couple flashlights before it gets too dark.” He said as he began to rummage around.

“Are you alright with me staying here tonight?” You asked a bit awkwardly “I don’t think I’ll be able to get home in this.”

‘“Of course!” He said as he came back with various candles and a couple flashlights. Dumping them on the table he looked over at you “You can take my room.”

“No, no, I’ll take the couch, it's fine.”

“Lighter, we’ll need a lighter, or matches...do I have matches?” Eddie talked to himself before he turned back to you “You don’t want the couch.” He said while pointing at you.

You glanced at him and then at the couch with a frown “...What’s wrong with it?”

“Oh, nothing, it’s just not that comfortable. But I’m used to it, I fall asleep there all the time. Please, take the bed, I insist.” He said as he came back, lighting one of the candles in the center of the table.

You nodded in acceptance. “Okay, thank you.”

He sighed as he stood up “Well. I guess I’m not finishing my article.” He said as he glanced around his room. Looking at you he shrugged “Scrabble?” You paused for a moment before letting out a laugh, which he smiled at.

- - - - -

“I can’t believe you won three times in a row.” Eddie said, a bit defeated as he rested his head on his hands. You giggled softly as you absent-mindedly wrapped your arms around yourself. The power was still out, the snow still coming down, and it was getting colder. Eddie seemed to notice as he lifted his head “Are you cold?”

“Huh?...Oh, yeah a bit.” You smiled softly.

“Let me get you a blanket.” He said, standing quickly. Before you could protest, he was gone, rummaging through his cupboards. A few moments later he came back with a blanket in hand. Sitting down next to you, he draped it over your shoulders, and gently rubbed your arms a bit as he did so “There ya’ go.”

You smiled at him, hoping your heavy beating heart was not audible as it pounded in your ears “Thanks Eddie.” As you wrapped the blanket around you, you felt a chill crawl up your body “It really did get cold fast didn’t it?” You said as you looked at the window. The sky had darkened as the evening came, but the white flakes could still be seen bouncing off and sticking to the windows.

Eddie watched you as he saw another chill come over you as you shivered. “Wow, you really are cold.” He chuckled.

You smiled a bit at him “The cold always gets to me pretty easily.” You admitted.

Eddie scooted a bit closer as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, rubbing your arms again in an attempt to warm you a bit. As he did so, you could feel warmth radiating from him, and subconsciously leaned in a bit. “How are you so warm?” You asked.

“Oh, uh-” He let out an awkward laugh “It has to do with Venom. My body temperature is higher now that he...well, now.”

“Oh, I see.” You nodded before smiling “You’re like a human heater.”

He chuckled again, “At least he can do something useful.” ‘Hey!’ Venom retaliated immediately, but Eddie ignored him, feeling his cheeks get hotter as you giggled at his comment. Realizing how close he was to you, as well as that he had you practically wrapped in his arms made him suddenly nervous. Slowly pulling away, he reached to the table “I should put this away. And I’m gonna see how many blankets I have.” He said as he rose, you nodded and watched him walk away, your heart still beating rapidly as you noted the disappointment once he let you go.

A few minutes later, Eddie came back with a perplexed look on his face “What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Uh, well, I only have like three blankets…” He trailed off.

“Three?” You asked amused. “Someones never had their heating go out.”

He shrugged a bit “But it’s okay, you can have them. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“No, Eddie, you’ll need some too. Venom can’t possibly keep you that warm, plus we have no idea how long this power outage will last. It might get freezing in here.” You trailed off for a moment as he scratched his head “I don’t mind if we share the bed...I mean, if you don’t mind that is.”

Eddie’s eyes shot up at this and he adjusted his stance ‘Oh, do it, say yes.’ Venom insisted, Eddie absent-mindley smacked the side of his head before taking a few steps over to you “Are you sure? That you won’t be..uncomfortable?”

You shook your head “I won’t. It’s not like we’re strangers Eddie.” You said with a bit of amusement. “Plus, I’d rather neither of us freeze to death.”

Eddie seemed to weigh it in his head for a moment before nodding “Okay. But, if I kick you in the middle of the night, or steal the blankets, feel free to push me out of the bed.” He said with a smile, making you giggle.

- - - - -

After a while of talking about the story, and how Eddie should finish writing it, you both grew tired and headed into the bedroom.

Eddie gave you some of his sweatpants to wear, as well as a sweater. After you changed you came into the bedroom with Eddie sorting out the bed, placing the blankets he had evenly on the bed. Looking up at you he smiled a bit as he noted how cute you looked in his clothes.

He cleared his throat a bit, “Do you have a favorite side?”

You smiled a little “No, not really.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m a lefty.” He said, making you chuckle.

After climbing into the bed, you shivered a bit as the cold sheets seemed to reach through your clothes and to your skin. As you got comfortable you laid facing the wall, Eddie behind you. “Goodnight Eddie.” You said softly.

“Goodnight.” He replied.

You knew you were tired, but your mind refused to let you sleep, so you stared into the darkness of the room. The awareness of Eddie’s presence in the bed behind you, almost overwhelming. As you tried to get your mind off of it and get yourself to fall asleep, you felt the cold seeping into the blankets as you curled up a bit, a shiver running through your body uncontrollably.

After a few more minutes of shivering, you felt Eddie turn over in the bed. Making you aware again of his presence. “Y/n?” His voice suddenly said, quietly and much closer than you would expect.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“You’re really cold aren’t you? I can feel you shivering from over here.”

You let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay, I’m not bothered by it, I just...Do you mind if I..I mean, I can, since I’m warm, like a heater…”

Before he could really get the words out, you turned around and faced him. You could just make out his silhouette in the darkness. “Yes please. I hate being cold." You said with a soft laugh, though for a moment, heat was provided to you by your own nervousness.

You heard him let out a soft laugh before he scooted closer to you. As you felt his arm wrap around you, you scooted closer as well, your head pressing into his chest, as he rested his own head on top of yours. You were immediately engulfed by his warmth, and his familiar scent calmed your nervousness a bit. “Thank you Eddie.” You said, though your voice was muffled by his sweatshirt.

“Any time Y/n.” Eddie said softly as he tightened his arms around you a bit.

As your shivering began to stop, you felt sleepiness begin to take over again as your eyes grew heavy. The warmth of Eddie’s embrace, the sound of his steady breathing, and the sound of his heartbeat seemed to lull you to sleep.

As Eddie held you and felt himself beginning to fall asleep, he couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face. He always desired to hold you in his arms like this, and knew it would be nice. And now knowing that it was better than nice, he never really wanted to let you go.

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Eat the Rich: Chapter 2

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The Avengers are tasked with tracking down an elusive thief, and retrieving the grand amounts of money she has stolen. Even after capture, she turns out to be impossible to break, save for a mystifying interest in Bucky.

Written for @mermaidxatxheart​ ‘s #jamiesmadwritingbash, under the Robin Hood AU prompt.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: mentions of Bucky’s Hydra days, and a short mention of dissociation. Disaster Avengers having breakfast.

A/N: I really really really love that people are saying they like the reader bc that’s the character people envision themselves as when they insert themselves into this kind of fanfic. I hope you enjoy what more we get to see of the reader here. So enjoy, and please continue to reblog and comment -- it makes this so much fun!

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The dispute that had ensued after Bucky had voiced his wish to Steve had turned to resigned acceptance by the time the first slivers of dawn had started to creep across pristine floors, and Bucky found himself victorious. It's a grim glory that accompanies him down the hall and into the cell you had been moved into for the night. There's no mode of observation for this room, save for the presently closed viewing panel in the door. It's really early, and even though he doubts that you're asleep, given the stressful circumstances, his hand pauses where it's about to knock on the door.

With Steve having left for his run with Sam, and the others asleep or inactive in some way, shape or form, he's alone in the silver hallways of this portion of the Compound. Hand still in the air, tight fist, white knuckles and lip bitten red, and then he composes himself. Stepping away, he sits down on the floor, back against the wall and knees pulled up. 

While he waits, he listens, even if all he can hear is his own heartbeat and the faint, collective chorus of the birds chirping. The sturdy walls and doors between your bed and his floor prevent any speculation on your activities, since the only monitoring permitted is that of vital signs so an alert can be raised if there is danger. He could open the panel, but that might wake you and he doesn't want that. Whether this disruption, and how it is sure to initiate the crucial dialogue he’s here for, is undesired for his sake or yours is unclear. 

His head meets the metal behind him, and the cold stings at his scalp, but Bucky stays that way. Likes the cold bite of it, on occasions such as these, when he needs the ice-crystal clarity of mind, and he knows it'll warm up soon, under his touch. Likes knowing that Hydra doesn't control him all the time, that he can feel the prickle of freezing skin without having a debilitating flashback to cryostasis is indicative of how far he's come. He's no longer the man Steve flew to New Zealand for a month after he had a hellish dissociative episode courtesy of New York's first snowfall.

The metal thaws behind him, sunlight through the thin sliver of window at the top of the wall slides higher on the door. Opalescent solar glare on silver steel, half a rainbow in his exhausted eyes, and the weight of evaporating dew in the air is what precedes a conversation that has his stomach in knots and crosses.

The digital, holographic clock strikes nine above the cell door. 

Rising to his feet, Bucky can feel every single one of his 103 years in his back, the avoirdupois of a century's lamentable events on his weary shoulders. So he does a breathing exercise before he tries the door again.

Allowing his lungs to expand to their full capacity, and then holding that breath there until his alveoli scream, before exhaling in a rush of sweet-cereal scented breath, makes him feel less stone-like. More muscle than metal, soft and pliable and open. Steve would argue that that's perilous, here, in front of a woman who's so touch-and-go, all breakneck smiles, but he's not an Avenger when he enters that room -- he's Bucky Barnes, looking for more pieces of himself, pieces that he'll never find if his eyes are shut tight against the impact.

You answer upon the second knock. "Come in." Your voice lilts to a light taunt, but it’s effect is minimized by the drowsy scratch of your voice. Opening the door after letting it recognize his irises, Bucky thinks that the same can be said about the Christmas-just-came-early spark in your eyes, when they're underlined by dark bags. You're still wearing the green hoodie.

" 'Morning," he says softly, pausing in the doorway. The cell contains a metal chair of the same style as those in the interrogation rooms, and the cot you're sitting up in, back against the wall behind you. There's a small door in one corner that he knows leads to a toilet cubicle.

"To what do I owe this extraordinary pleasure, Mr. Barnes?"

"Bucky," he blurts unthinkingly, and your eyes widen in surprise and amusement. His guard is down, and he needs to be cautious. "And you can thank yourself for being so goddamn persistent and getting on everybody’s nerves."

The smirk brought to your face is aimed at your hands, bound loosely in front of you. A more tender expression than most seen before. The long, fretful night seems to be taking its toll on you. Perhaps you’re slipping. Or perhaps you’re pretending to, his instincts warn. He sighs, clenches his hands into fists, lets his nails dig into his palm. Metal whirs, purrs, and he releases when you move both bound hands towards the chair in front of you. 

Bucky sits down, rubs his palms back and forth over his thighs, lets the grainy feel of the denim under scratch at his hands. "You know me,” he begins.

"Not nearly as well as I'd like,” you say with a grin, looking up from your hands. He glowers. 

"I'm serious."

Your smile widens. "So am I. Come a little closer. I don't bite,” you tease, and he decides to take you up on it. Gets up and sits on the cot a couple of feet away from you, folding one leg up so his foot is under his thigh and keeping the other on the floor. You’re unfazed at having your bluff called. "...Unless you want me to,” you finish, and he ignores it. 

"You kept asking for me while you were being questioned.”

“You were watching? Did you like what you see?”

The temptation to roll his eyes is strong, but he manages to hold it in check, and fixes a strong focus on you. This is important. It’s about his life. “You wanted to talk to me, so here I am. Now let’s talk.”

“Where would you like to start?”

“How about your name?”

“Oh, you’ll have to get to know me a little better if you want me to give up that secret. Try again," you urge, and he huffs. Like drawing blood from a rock. 

Every question he could ask, every query he needs an answer to is being whirled around in the chaotic storm in his head, and it's so difficult to pick out just one. “Have we met?” He decides upon, momentarily forgoing the alternatives: Who are you? Why do I feel like I know you? Why do I feel like you're important? What part of me do you hold in those bound hands of yours?

Head tilted upwards, you consider the ceiling while searching for an answer. “Briefly.” And then you pause. Bite your lip, look down, make a so-so motion with your head. “Well, I wouldn’t say met, exactly. I wreaked some havoc and you watched.” That tells me jack-shit, sweetheart.

“When?”

“February of 2013," you respond instantaneously. Good memory. That's useful. 

“So I was with Hydra," he assumes, instantly going down all the roads he might know you by. A mission, a murder, more violence, another apology. Were you partners in crime, or his target? Or were you just in the way?

“I don’t agree with that phrasing, but yes, I suppose so."

“Did we work together?” He dares to question. 

There's a change: a tangible shift in the atmosphere, like the scent of ozone in the air before a thunderstorm. The stiffening of your posture, how you sit up straighter but hunch your shoulders against some invisible attack tells him he's touching a nerve, nearing cyclone waters. It takes a moment for the mask to fall back into place over your face, before you're able to answer, with venom, repulsed. “God, no. I would never work for them.” It's the most sincere emotion he's heard from you, this disgust. It eases him to know how strongly you feel about Hydra, but he’s wary of your raw response to it.

So, he treads more kindly. Softly. On eggshells sharp and off-white, feeling his way around the balance of your temper. “Then how did we meet?”

“I was on a heist,” you say, matter-of-factly. In your tone of voice, now even and professional, it sounds like the most natural thing in the world. As though stealing from megalomaniac neo-Nazis is just another day at work.

“What kind of heist? Who sent you?” Bucky observes the way you're pulling the edges of your sleeves over your hands as much as you can with your restraints. At this question, your smile returns, and he relaxes. Can now feel his leg falling asleep under him now that he's not so tense.

“Nobody sent me. I’m a free agent. I work for myself,” you announce, chin up. 

“What were you going to steal from Hydra?” He asks, and your head turns slowly towards him, firework sparkle meeting level, cool, sky-blue, a hurricane simmering behind his irises.

“You.”

“We did not sign up for this,” Barton grumbles from his second cup of coffee -- addicts, the lot of them -- adjusting his hearing aid with a frown on his face at the turn of events. 

Sam clears his throat, setting down a half-empty glass of orange juice next to Natasha’s espresso on the table and speaks next, “That’s messed up, man, that’s really, really messed up.” This is said with a shake of his head, and Bucky, having no response to either Barton or Sam, addresses Steve.

“There’s something she’s not telling me, Rogers.” He uses the last name to revert to the days of talking shop in green tents with the gravity of impending shelling in the air. Life or death, and though the circumstances aren’t quite so acute right now, this is a grave matter, too. Steve's standing hunched over the kitchen island, arms outstretched and hands flat on the granite surface, studying the pattern like it holds all the answers. 

Bucky watches him think, but Stark, in Spider-Man PJs and the bed-head of the century, strolls into the kitchen at a leisurely pace and interrupts. “There are a lot of things she’s not telling you. Who she is, where the money is, wh--”

“She’s not telling me why," Bucky interrupts a tirade that he knows could continue forever, given the chance. “People don’t go around stealing super soldier assassins for the hell of it.”

“Maybe she’s working for someone who wanted you to work for them instead of Hydra," Peter suggests over a ridiculously large bowl of ridiculously colorful cereal at the breakfast nook.

“She doesn’t work for anyone. Says she’s a free agent."

“And you believe her?” Sam wonders. It's a genuine question, curious but not dismissive or doubtful. 

“Barnes has quite the built-in lie detector," Nat tells Sam from next to him, her yoga-pant clad legs splayed across another chair. Yeah, he’s good at telling when people are being dishonest, but there’s also the fact this woman is way too fearless, fucking crazy to be made to do anyone's bidding. No chance in Hell does she takes orders. 

Tony slumps in an orange loveseat. “Must be a Russian thing," he quips, and then breaks out into a yawn.

Bucky puts his hands on his hips and glares at all of them, by turn, sharply. "Would you let me finish?" He demands. "She couldn't tell me why she was going to steal me from Hydra, but she said she'd show me." One could hear a pin drop in this room, now, the bustle of Avengers replaced by the obviously preposterous proposition Bucky's relaying. "Just me," he adds.

"Me?" He asks, voice rising in pitch and volume, and he fights to control both, rising to his feet. "Why would you steal me?"

"Have you seen you?" You ask back, eyes scintillating, glowing with mirth. "Gorgeous hair, those eyes, and hands that I'm sure know how to treat a girl right.”

Bucky looks daggers at you, and you look back. "I'm serious."

"I thought you were Bucky,” you say innocently, and he thinks he could scream in frustration, but he drops down, kneels just beside where you sit, and holds onto the edge of the cot like it’s the end of the world he’s falling off of.

"I don't think you understand how important this is to me. You know something about me you won't say. I've been trying to put together my past so I can understand myself better and you have a piece of my history. I need to know,” he enunciates each word as if it’s his last. Needs to convey the severity of the situation, how he has been trying to rebuild himself into a new life from the scraps of the old ones. He’s aware that he’s complete as he is but he also makes choices for himself now, and he chooses to know.

You look down, and although it’s your hands that are bound, you offer a golden prayer. "Let me show you." A lifeline, something he doesn’t want to believe and doesn’t know if he can trust. Hence, the question:

"What?"

A sad shrug of your shoulders is the first answer, and it all starts to unravel from there. "I can't tell you, I really can't. It's complicated and a really long story--"

Bucky elevates himself on his knees, his fingers dig in a little tighter, and the metal of the bed begins to creak ever so slightly. "The way I see it, we have all the time in the world, darlin'," he says in a thick voice, emotion simmering at the corners of his lips.

"Darlin'?" You can’t help but ask, without any flirt this time, any teasing, just a question in a tone as surprised as he is at the slip of tongue.

Bucky decides to ignore the interruption. "So let's start at the beginning.”

Fervently, you shake your head. "I can't." At his wide-eyed disbelief, "I mean it, I can't."

"No, you can, you just won't,” he insists.

"We could have a grammar lesson if you want, or I could show you why I was going to steal the Winter Soldier."

"What do you mean show me?" Bucky asks, moving to sit on the chair again. Leaning forward, he places his hands on his thighs, looks into your eyes to pull forth the words you won’t give him.

You blink, unbudgingly. "I have to take you somewhere. It's the only way to explain."

A sharp bark of a laugh escapes him, and he shakes his head as it recedes into chuckles. Your face is now blank and expressionless, gauging how to handle this, and he gives you the first response that comes to mind. "You're full of shit."

"What happened to darlin' ?"

Meeting your eyes, he says, “You want me to let you out so you can escape. A five-year-old could see through that.” Then, Bucky leans back in his chair, crosses one ankle over the other as well his arms. His hooded gaze is at a stalemate with yours, and it’s a hopeless tug of war. So this is how it ends. A night spent sleepless in vain, a few battle bruises and the tug of disappointment in his belly.

A dismal, and last-ditch sigh ripples through the air, from lips dark and worried bloody. Your eyes look overcast and you open and close your mouth repeatedly to say something, but do not voice your thoughts. Giving you the time to formulate whatever perfect sentence you’re trying to utter is torturous, but he waits. Until you stop, speechless, and he gets to his feet. Turns to the door, and then you speak from behind him, while his hand hovers over the handle.

"Let me take you, and only you, to the place you need to see, and I'll cooperate. I'll give you what I have left of the money, and I'll plead guilty in court and serve my time.” Bucky freezes. "Just come with me,” and you’re the one making requests, making pleas now. It’s inexplicable, he knows he should be looking this particular gift horse in the mouth, and he convinces himself that he will, in time, but right now, he accepts.

"Was that an innuendo?" He asks, still facing away, the question indicating a truce.

"If you want it to be," you say, and he turns around to look at you. "What do you say, Barnes, are we going on a road trip?

Hope swells somewhere in him he thought had been long abandoned for darker days and arduous nights. The same intuition that taught him to ask for this piece of himself tells him something is coming. Something that’s going to make a difference.

"Bucky. It's Bucky. And yeah, I guess we are.”

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MCOC Wishlist Poll Snapshot: Entire Rankings

001 Mystique 002 Quicksilver 003 Beta Ray Bill 004 Sandman 005 Adam Warlock 006 Kitty Pryde 007 Lizard 008 Morbius the Living Vampire 009 Kraven the Hunter 010 Cloak & Dagger 011 Spider-Man 2099 012 Black Cat 013 Bullseye 014 Jessica Jones 015 Ares 016 Shang-Chi 017 Gladiator (Kallark) 018 Baron Zemo 019 Lady Deathstrike 020 Enchantress 021 Valkyrie MCU 022 Knull 023 Morgan le Fay 024 Scorpion 025 Captain Britain 026 Galactus 027 Dazzler 028 Silver Samurai 029 Black Knight 030 Dracula 031 Hobgoblin 032 Pyro 033 Fantomex 034 Spider-Woman 035 Jean Grey 90s 036 Silk 037 Polaris 038 Silver Sable 039 Sif 040 Anti-Venom 041 Mister Negative 042 Crystal 043 Legion 044 Shocker 045 Malekith the Accursed 046 Destroyer Armor 047 M'baku the Man-Ape 048 The Mandarin 049 Emplate 050 Multiple-Man 051 Shuri 052 Banshee 053 Onslaught 054 Warpath 055 Sunfire 056 Cannonball 057 Dark Phoenix 058 Blue Marvel 059 Prowler (Aaron Davis) 060 Okoye 061 Mockingbird 062 Spiral 063 Madame Hydra / Viper 064 Hydro-Man 065 Red She-Hulk 066 Agent Anti-Venom 067 Blackheart 068 Gorr the God-Butcher 069 Songbird 070 Quasar 071 Absorbing Man 072 Whiplash 073 Armor 074 Daimon Hellstrom 075 Wendigo 076 Nimrod 077 Graviton 078 Gwenom 079 Deathlok 080 Firestar 081 Vulcan 082 Wonder Man 083 Selene 084 Blob 085 Klaw 086 Rachel Summers 087 Thor (MCU Stormbreaker) 088 Shadow King 089 White Tiger 090 Tombstone 091 Jack O'Lantern 092 Valkyrie Classic 093 Toad 094 Moonstone 095 Weapon H 096 Jocasta 097 Dani Moonstar 098 Monica Rambeau 099 Wolfsbane 100 Franklin Richards 101 Ancient One 102 Arnim Zola 103 Exodus 104 Forge 105 Supergiant 106 Madelyne Pryor 107 Hank Pym 108 Hawkeye (Kate Bishop) 109 Negasonic Teenage Warhead 110 Spider-Man Noir 111 Phantom Rider 112 Blink 113 Sebastian Shaw 114 Clea 115 Black Tom Cassidy 116 Kurse 117 Danger 118 Daken 119 Omega Sentinel 120 Grim Reaper 121 Radioactive Man 122 Shatterstar 123 Darkstar 124 Werewolf by Night 125 Hope Summers 126 The Magus 127 Union Jack 128 Captain Marvel (Mar-Vell) 129 Crimson Dynamo 130 Pixie 131 Conan 132 Scarlet Spider (Ben Reilly) 133 Azazel 134 Jigsaw 135 Boom-Boom 136 Swarm 137 Xorn 138 Machine Man 139 Black Widow (Yelena Belova) 140 Madame Masque 141 Misty Knight 142 Chamber 143 Mistress Death 144 Skaar 145 Morlun 146 Thanos (Endgame) 147 Leader 148 Sleepwalker 149 Deacon Frost 150 Black Swan 151 Agent 13 (Sharon Carter) 152 Fin Fang Foom 153 Ka-Zar 154 Arcade 155 Iron Spider 156 Dust 157 Gorgon 158 Lash 159 Namora 160 A-Bomb (Rick Jones) 161 Ikaris 162 Nick Fury (Classic) 163 Rescue 164 Nico Minoru 165 Volstagg 166 Weapon Hex 167 Stingray 168 Maximus the Mad 169 Cyttorak 170 Skurge the Executioner 171 Doc Samson 172 Maverick / Agent Zero 173 Sauron 174 Baron Blood 175 Captain America Falcon 176 Wong 177 Mantis 178 Whirlwind 179 Firelord 180 Magma 181 Molecule Man 182 White Fox 183 Nova (Sam Alexander) 184 Satana 185 Dum Dum Dugan (LMD) 186 Holocaust 187 Shiklah 188 Valkyrie Moonstar 189 High Evolutionary 190 Bloodaxe 191 Magus (Technarch) 192 Nighthawk 193 Punisher: War Machine 194 Goliath (Bill Foster) 195 Nova (Frankie Raye) 196 Ghost Rider (Danny Ketch) 197 Dr. Cecilia Reyes 198 Sentinel X (Shogo Lee) 199 Thena 200 Hellcat 201 Cosmic Spider-Man 202 Attuma 203 Shroud 204 Doctor Nemesis 205 Siryn 206 Nate Grey 207 Iron Monger 208 Black Mamba 209 Agent Carter 210 Kluh 211 Tiger Shark 212 Purple Man 213 Snowbird 214 Ice-Thing 215 Lilandra 216 Superior Spider-Man 217 Thane 218 Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur 219 Jackal 220 Jean Grey (X-Men Red) 221 Punisher: Frankencastle 222 Puck 223 Rockslide 224 Red Ghost and his Super-Apes 225 Deathbird 226 Hydra Supreme 227 Strong Guy 228 Zarda the Power Princess 229 Sage 230 Quentin Quire (aka Kid Omega) 231 Prowler (Hobie Brown) 232 Slapstick 233 Stardust (Lambda Zero) 234 Titanium Man 235 D'spayre 236 Colleen Wing 237 Thunderbird (John Proudstar) 238 Iron Maiden 239 Gorilla-Man (Kenneth Hale) 240 Jack of Hearts 241 Titania 242 Avalanche 243 Toxic Doxie 244 Death’s Head 245 Impossible Man 246 Worthy Captain America (Mjölnir/Endgame) 247 Outlaw (Higgins) 248 Scarlet Spider II (Kaine Parker) 249 Beetle 250 Typhoid Mary 251 Bloodscream 252 Serpent (Cul Borson) 253 Ms. America Chavez 254 Ghost Rider (Reyes) 255 Hummingbird 256 Mercury 257 M (Monet St. Croix) 258 Black Tarantula 259 Spitfire 260 Wizard 261 Superior Octopus 262 Maria Hill 263 Minotaur (Dario Agger) 264 Echo 265 Morph 266 Karolina Dean 267 Zarathos 268 Thundra 269 Smasher (Kane) 270 Hyperstorm 271 Boomerang 272 Stature (Cassie Lang, AKA Stinger) 273 Meggan 274 Caliban 275 Hollow 276 Abyss (Styger) 277 Silverclaw 278 Red King 279 Doctor Druid 280 U.S. Agent 281 Sersi 282 Molten Man 283 Zzzax 284 Singularity 285 Agatha Harkness 286 Blastaar 287 Korvac 288 Citizen V 289 Carter Slade the Satan-Stomper 290 Post 291 Shuma-Gorath 292 Sin 293 Triton 294 Quasar (Kincaid) 295 Martinex 296 Iron Man (Mark I) 297 Wiccan 298 Speedball 299 Paladin 300 Amanda Sefton 301 Overmind 302 Diamondback (Rachel Leighton) 303 Feral 304 Charlie-27 305 Rom: Spaceknight 306 Juggerduck 307 The Uranian 308 Blazing Skull 309 Starfox 310 Living Laser 311 Hiro-Kala 312 Namorita 313 Jack Flag 314 Stormborn 315 Doctor Bong 316 Crescent & Io 317 Gamora mcu 318 Wave 319 Ironheart 320 Venom Rocket 321 Doctor Spectrum 322 Davos the Steel Serpent 323 Lady Hellbender 324 Falcon classic 325 Bloodstorm 326 Tempus (Eva Bell) 327 Voyager 328 No-Name the Brood 329 Demon Bear 330 Moondragon 331 Arachne 332 Aero 333 Andromeda 334 Speed Demon 335 Phyla-Vell 336 Xemnu the Living Hulk 337 Aleta 338 Araña 339 Human Torch (Jim Hammond) 340 Constrictor 341 Iso 342 Arkon 343 Genis-Vell 344 Shanna the She-Devil 345 Volcana 346 Batroc the Leaper 347 Arclight 348 Scientist Supreme 349 Yukio 350 N'kantu the Living Mummy 351 Gentle 352 Caiera the Oldstrong 353 Beetle (Janice Lincoln) 354 Penance (Baldwin) 355 Super-Adaptoid 356 Ajak 357 Future Colossus 358 Moses Magnum 359 Vampire by Night 360 Superia 361 Puppet Master 362 Chimera 363 Count Nefaria 364 Stick 365 Hellion 366 Agent May 367 Mister Hyde 368 Spot 369 Cobra 370 Doop 371 Lyja 372 Wrecker 373 Stargod/Man-Wolf 374 Stilt-Man 375 Machinesmith 376 Spider-Bitch 377 Madame Web 378 Corsair & Sikorsky 379 Thor (Groot) 380 Balder 381 Random 382 Power Man (Alvarez) 383 Starhawk 384 Sun-Girl (Selah Burke) 385 Arcanna 386 Scream 387 Kree Sentry 388 Agent Phil Coulson 389 Thunderstrike (Kevin) 390 Talos 391 Carmilla Black 392 Uatu 393 Jennifer Kale 394 Warwolf 395 Enigma (Aikku Jokinen, AKA Pod) 396 Belasco 397 Swordsman 398 Trevor Fitzroy 399 Dazzler Thor 400 Hepzibah 401 Atlas 402 Ogun 403 Yellowjacket (DeMara) 404 Hala the Accuser 405 Entropy 406 War Machine (Infinity War) 407 Animax 408 Captain Universe 409 Whizzer 410 Hogun the Grim 411 Cottonmouth (Clemens) 412 Blizzard 413 Storm (Queen of Wakanda) 414 Silhouette 415 Immortus 416 Beast (Hex-Men) 417 Solo 418 White Rabbit 419 Aurora 420 Equinox 421 Hellcow 422 Owl 423 Arsenic & Old Lace 424 Beetle mk iii 425 Valeria (Age of Conan) 426 Trapster 427 Throg 428 Mimic 429 Hulkling 430 Iron Lad 431 Angel (Black Vortex) 432 Marionette 433 Phastos 434 Hobgoblin 2099 435 Razor Fist 436 Asp 437 Baymax 438 Captain America (Peggy Carter) 439 Sp//dr 440 Tarantula (Kaine) 441 Silver Scorpion (Barstow) 442 Midnight Angels of Wakanda 443 Demolition Man 444 White Wolf (Hunter) 445 Synapse 446 Kingo 447 Grey Gargoyle 448 Gilgamesh the Forgotten One 449 Justice 450 Atlas Bear 451 Iron Fist (Orson Randall) 452 Victorious 453 Lincoln Campbell 454 Luna Snow 455 Zadkiel 456 Crystar 457 Husk 458 Gravity 459 Kaecilius 460 Marrina 461 Ghost Rider (Circle of Four) 462 Nighthawk Supremeverse 463 Fixer 464 Cardiac 465 Capwolf 466 Kull the Conqueror of Atlantis 467 Noh-Varr 468 Korath the Pursuer 469 Miss America (Joyce) 470 Blackjack O'Hare 471 Bi-Beast 472 Vance Astro 473 Bushmaster (Quincy) 474 Krugarr 475 Poundcakes 476 Yo-Yo 477 American Son 478 Mister M 479 Cottonmouth (Stokes) 480 Manphibian 481 Infamous Iron Man 482 Paibok the Power-Skrull 483 Shatter 484 Daredevil Shadowland 485 Nakia 486 Garrison Kane 487 Makkari 488 Elloe 489 Northstar 490 Spiderling 491 She-Hulk (Lyra) 492 Proteus 493 Grey Hulk 494 Doorman 495 Toro 496 Nuke 497 Acroyear 498 Blonde Phantom 499 Drax MCU 500 Orrgo 501 Marvel Girl NPC 502 Fandral the Dashing 503 Spider-Girl 504 Ms. Thing 505 Captain America 2099 506 Veranke 507 Haechi 508 Mulholland Black 509 Mighty Destroyer 510 Eclipse 511 Powell McTeague 512 Druig 513 Copycat 514 Terror 515 Ahab 516 God-Emperor Doom 517 Doombot (V Series) 518 Sword Master 519 Cyclone 520 Black Mariah 521 Zenzi 522 Thor: Herald of Thunder 523 3-D Man 524 Hulk Endgame 525 Tetu 526 Doctor Octopus (Liv Octavius) 527 Margali 528 Molly Hayes 529 Sinara 530 Aldrich Killian 531 Goldballs 532 Mindless Ones 533 Nikki Gold 534 Foolkiller 535 Darkwing Duck 536 Thunderstrike (Eric) 537 She-Thing (Ventura) 538 Killmonger (Emperor Symbiote) 539 Iron Duck 540 Ms. Marvel II (Ventura) 541 Spymaster 542 Scalphunter 543 Spider-Man (Miles Morales Movie) 544 Karn 545 Gun-R 546 Terminus 547 Achebe 548 Llyra 549 Bushmaster (John) 550 Sugar Man 551 Great Lakes Avengers 552 Xarggu 553 Human Fly (Deacon) 554 Shogun 555 Plantman 556 Brawn 557 Elixir 558 Litterbug 559 Smasher (Rokk) 560 Bug 561 Mammomax 562 Synch 563 Anaconda 564 Wolvie 565 Dirk Anger 566 Captain [****] 567 Ezekiel 568 Diamondback (Stryker) 569 Unworthy Thor 570 Master Mold 571 Masked Marauder 572 M.O.D.A.M. 573 Hellsgaard 574 Hulkbuster 2.0 575 Forgetmenot 576 Ghaur 577 Arcturus Rann 578 Ultimate Green Goblin (Movie) 579 Dragoness 580 Porcupine 581 M-11 582 Taskmaster MCU 583 Dansen Macabre 584 Lady Bullseye 585 Harpoon 586 Unicorn 587 Bushwacker 588 Loki variant 589 Night Nurse 590 Psyklop 591 Mack 592 Eel 593 Water Snake 594 Chaos King 595 Red Hulk (Maverick) 596 Kaluu 597 The Russian 598 Geena Drake 599 Jimmy Hudson 600 Slayback 601 Mentallo 602 Skull the Slayer 603 Karkas 604 Dominic Fortune 605 The Buzz 606 Doctor Crocodile 607 Ox 608 Dorrek VII 609 Needle 610 Krang 611 Dino-Thor 612 Stegron 613 Zeitgeist 614 [VACANT] 615 [VACANT] 616 [VACANT]

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