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[hangmanbrainrot]

Payback RQ: He comes home from work in the middle of the night and tries not to wake you, and fails because someone that tall can’t be anything but clumsy at 2am.

this took me 2 weeks because i suck but here it is!! i hope it is everything you imagined. 🫣

warnings: swearing, technically home invasion implication, but that doesn't happen i assure you, umm marriage!, reuben is nicknamed ben at some points in this fic, kinda fluffy in the beginning, maybe this is a lil funny? maybe sierra successfully does a haha? let me know. not beta'd because sierra is lazy and has a headache. ignore the typos (if there are any?) if you love me. lots of self-referential third person here, ok. shut up sierra.

word count: 945

pairing: reuben "payback" fitch x reader

homecoming

In preparation for Reuben returning from his special detachment, you’d done just about everything you could think of to make sure he felt welcome back home. 

It started at the grocery store. You made sure to buy his favorite cereal, not the heart-healthy business he told everyone was his favorite. No, you decided to indulge his love for cocoa pebbles. Mostly because you knew he’d never ask for them or purchase them for himself. When you’d arrived at the front of the line, the cashier greeted you with a big smile, and carried on polite conversation. She tapped the box before scanning the item to place it into the bag. It was your last grocery item on the conveyor belt.

“I love these,” she made eye contact with you in a way that was lingering, a clear in for a conversation you’d only been passively interested in. It wasn’t the cashier’s fault that you were exhausted after a day of running errands. 

“Oh, I’ve actually never had them, but my husband raves about them from when he was a kid.” The thought alone put a smile on your face, and the action was a reminder of just who and what all of this was for. Your partner would be home soon, and nothing else really mattered much beyond that. 

So, of course, when you’d received a text later that night that his flight was canceled, you’d pouted into a pint of ice cream, and curled up on the couch with your favorite TV show alone. 

Sorry, baby. 🙁 I’ll let you know when I get another flight. Probably tomorrow. I love you

I know. Miss you. Cant wait. I love you too.

And then 10 PM stretched into 11, 11 into midnight, and midnight into 1 AM before you finally called it quits. You knew that, short of flying the plane himself, there was nothing he could really do. No use exhausting yourself for work tomorrow even more than you already would be, with the disappointment of falling asleep yet another night without your partner at your side weighing heavily on your chest while you tried to drift off. You slinked off to bed and retreated under the covers. 5 or so hours or sleep was better than none.

So, when your eyes opened at 2:51 AM, you immediately groaned. Usually, your body let you get a solid 3 hours in before waking you up. But then you heard the very distinct sound of someone bumping into the console table by the front door. It stuck out a little too far, so if you didn’t give yourself a lot of grace, coming in the front door, you’d barely just catch your knee on the corner of it — just enough to hurt. Your eyes met the clock again. 2:52 AM. While Ben had taken you through the many different ways to be prepared for an intruder while he was away, you never thought you’d actually have to use any of it. He was always the muscle of your relationship. He was probably the most easygoing person you knew, except when it came to you. From the moment he’d committed to being your spouse, he was all about you — in all the right ways. Knew how to support you without smothering or hovering, encouraged you to follow your dreams and pursue your career. And taught you how to disarm an intruder, with only your bare hands and… the curtain rod from the corner. Fixing it was a job for your husband, considering he was height and all long limbs.

Shaky fingers curled around the curtain rod, while you did your best Mission Impossible sneak down the stairs, to find the culprit who’d disturbed your sleep and your peace.

“You take whatever you have and you go now, and I won’t call the police,” you shouted as you inched down the stairs, trying to will confidence into your voice. “I haven’t even seen you yet, so it’s perfect. You’ll only get caught if you try to get greedy.”

You heard swearing — and you were certain that voice sounded familiar. Curtain rod grasped tighter, you and your curiosity practically leapt down the remainder of the stairs.

“Baby, what in the hell are you doing?” Your husband’s voice hit your ears and your shoulders slumped almost immediately. 

“Me?! What the hell are you doing, sneaking in the house?!”

“I was trying to s — never mind, can you put your weapon down?”

Brows furrowed, you lowered the curtain rod down by your side, before reaching out to lean it up against the nearest wall. One of your hands came up to rub at your eyes, before you folded your arms over your chest. 

Ben, never one to miss an opportunity for a wisecrack, quipped easily: “Aw, there’s that scowl I’ve missed so much. I thought I’d have to wait until tomorrow morning.”

Before you could fire back, he’d wrapped you up in his arms and tugged you into his chest. Jet fuel and citrus wafted up to your senses. Even as you settled into his embrace, you retorted, “Oh, don’t you even start. You scared me. I thought you weren’t getting in until tomorrow.”

“So, naturally, the next logical conclusion is that someone with a key was breaking into our home, hm?” You could hear the smile on Reuben’s lips when he spoke, a good-natured chuckle passing through them shortly thereafter.

“Shut up, before I start losing that loving feeling and you’ve barely been here five minutes.”

“I missed you too, tough guy,” he muttered, before ducking his head to press a kiss to the top of your own. 

#sierra answers 💌 #ginghampearlsnsweettea #reuben fitch x reader #reuben payback fitch #payback fluff #payback x reader

[afro-elf]

Remember when I said I didn’t like Hozier?

Clearly I was misinformed:)

baby we can't keep having this discussion. we KNOW! but i'm glad you've changed

#ginghampearlsnsweettea #people ask me stuff and things

[iguana-braces]

Did you know that Officers can carry swords/sabers and wear capes while in dress uniform?

Do with this information what you please.

The places my mind immediately went with this 👀👀👀🥴🥵😈

I'm sure there are rules and codes of conduct to follow but ignorance is bliss (although if anyone wants to inform me of the intricacies of naval balls, please feel free because I so wanna write a fic but I like having some concept of the reality)

#ask answered #ginghampearlsnsweettea #jake hangman seresin #But also #bradley rooster bradshaw #And #robert bob floyd

[ryebecca]

for @ginghampearlsnsweettea!

want a moodboard?

#ginghampearlsnsweettea #moodboard request game

[minilpark]

I would love to hear your Payback as a dad headcanons if you have them!

hey! currently my hc requests are closed, but i have a couple things that include payback as a dad! 1 2 3

if you would like to hear more about payback as a dad, my requests will open again next week!

#top gun maverick #topgun #topgun maverick imagines #reuben payback fitch #ginghampearlsnsweettea

[bobfloydsbabe]

“Can’t fight the moon knight?” I don’t know if I’m mad at the pun or mad that I didn’t think of it first 🤣

Listen, I hated it. Hated it when I first came up with it because it's so dumb and reveals just how old I am. It's a bad pun, and I really didn't want to change my URL to it, but the people spoke, so here we are. It's growing on me, though, and now I kind of love it.

#ginghampearlsnsweettea #answered #it's so dumb #but i made a poll and this url won #so here we are #mail

[firstdegreefangirl]

Malcolm x Athena 50

Ooh, lucky for you I started rewatching Prodigal Son the other night!

50: Luckiest Girl in the World - Pretty Woman OBC

Don't want this feeling to go away When I think about where I was yesterday

send me a number (1–100) and a ship and I’ll give you the lyrics from that song that remind me of them

#wrapped #wrapped 2022 #prodigal son #malcolm bright #ginghampearlsnsweettea #katie answers

[inky-duchess]

Kiva & Nikolai - Art and Music, a study of a deep betrayal

Two Birds by Regina Spektor

Judas kissing Jesus, Sacred Santuario Scala Santa, Rome, Italy

The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird by Rachel Zegler

Happier Than Ever by Billie Eilish

Medea Sarcophagus, Altes Museum in Berlin, Germany (140–150 CE)

vampire by Olivia Rodrigo

We have always been meant to burn together - House of the Dragon

TLP Taglist

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#Merry Christmas to you kiva lovers this is for you #A study in betrayal #Kiva #Nikolai #It's all about the ones we love and the ones we sacrifice to save ourselves #The lost prince #The lost prince Taglist #Wip: The lost prince #Wip:Tlp #writing #writeblr #writing resources #writing reference #writing advice #spilled words #writer #writers

[princessphilly]

Soooo

My 40th Birthday is coming soon!!!!

So I decided I wanted to celebrate in a big way! Thus, a lyric blurb challenge.

So there are two ways to do this:

1. Pick out a song lyric and fandom and ask me to write or

2. Pick out a song lyric and fandom and write it yourself and post it!

Eep: edited to add, Please send me an ask with the lyric, fandom, and if you want me to write it or if you’re going to write it.

Please post anything related to this with #princesspbdaychallenge because I will be following that tag

Open fandoms: TGM, hockey (Sidney Crosby, Nate Mac, Jamie Oleksiak, Brandon Tanev, ask me about others), Marvel, CE characters, Seb Stan characters, Henry Cavill characters.

Tagging: @spine-buster @chara-hugs @starshine-hockey-girl @buckets-and-trees @biteofcherry @vonalyn @angryschnauzer @persephonepraxidikechthonios @hangmanapologist @hangmanssunnies @withahappyrefrain @yanna-banana @callsignspark @kreiderrider @gretagerwigsmuse @fineanddandy @syntheticavenger @sunshinexsin @navybrat817 @ginghampearlsnsweettea @himbos-on-ice @hiimana @whoeverineedtobe @hockeynshit @2-fast-2-curious @jobean12-blog @thebookofmags @fenixstar

Click to see lyric prompts:

Love

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Taylor Swift - Dress

Baby, won't you be my sweetheart

We could share a storybook romance

Mariah Carey - Sweetheart

How do you do it?

Make me feel like I do

How do you do it?

It's better than I ever knew

Incubus - Stellar

Forever my lady

I say just what i mean

Forever and ever

I pray is what i see

Jodeci - Forever My Lady

Walks by me every day

Her and love are the same

The woman that's stolen my heart

And beauty is her name

Dru Hill - Beauty 

When I trust you we'll make love until the morning

Let me tell you all my secrets and I'll whisper 'til the day's done

Fka Twigs - Lights On

Cupid doesn't lie

But you won't know unless you give it a try

Oh baby, true love

won't lie but we won't know unless we give it a try

give it a try

112 - Cupid

At night, I think of you

I want, to be your lady, maybe

Ghost Town DJ’s - My Boo

I don't ask for too many things

Only one thing I really need

That is you baby next to me

Mary J Blige - Give Me You

I wanna be the one who you believe

In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)

Keyshia Cole - Heaven Sent

Angst

Tell me how does it feel

When your heart grows cold? 

New Order - Blue Monday

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky

Talk to the man with the reasons why

And let me know what you find

Taylor Swift - Come In With The Rain

You can never win or lose

If you don't run the race

The Psychedelic Furs - Love My Way

I didn't know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish

I was lying to myself

Mariah Carey - We Belong Together

There's something kinda sad about

The way that things have come to be.

Desensitized to everything.

What became of subtlety?

Tool - Stinkfist

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways?

(Sad to see you go)

Was sort of hoping that you'd stay

Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know?

Collect the bad habits that you couldn't bear to keep

Fall Out Boy - I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)

The sun goes down

I feel the light betray me

Linkin Park - Papercut

See the stone set in your eyes

See the thorn twist in your side

I'll wait for you

U2 - With Or Without You

I come home early expecting your warm embrace

But something is wrong 'cuz its written all over your face

Dru Hill - In My Bed

Platonic

Like a shoebox of photographs

With sepia-toned loving

Jack Johnson -  Better Together

Yea, I've been workin' all week

And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep

I wanna have fun

It's time for a good time

Alan Jackson - Good Time

Come on, baby, let's get away

Let's save our troubles for another day

Come go with me we've got it made

Let me take you on an escapade

Janet Jackson - Escapade

The grabbing hands grab all they can

All for themselves, after all

(It's a competitive world)

(Everything counts in large amounts)

Depeche Mode - Everything Counts

Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.

Unable to forgive. And sinking deeper.

Tool - The Grudge

And on I read until the day was gone

And I sat in regret of all the things I've done

For all that I've blessed, and all that I've wronged

In dreams until my death I will wander on

Audioslave - Like A Stone

It's so unreal, didn't look out below

Watch the time go right out the window

Linkin Park - In The End

And so we're told this is the golden age

And gold is the reason for the wars we wage

U2 - New Year’s Day

And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

But the arms of the ocean delivered me

Florence and the Machine - Never Let Me Go

And all I dreamed of, it can't get started

Time goes really slow and I need to let it out

Kelela - Bankhead

Smutty

We go deep and we don't get no sleep

'Cause we'll be up all night until the early light

Janet Jackson - Go Deep

I'm hanging on your words

Living on your breath

Feeling with your skin

Will I always be here?

Depeche Mode - In Your Room

You'd be calling out my name

Begging me to play my games

Depeche Mode - Corrupt

Fetish is a pleasure you cannot be faked, woho hoho

But when it feels this good then it just comes natural

Baby, arch your back and point your toes

Miguel - Arch & Point

I'm your pimp, I'm your pope, I'm your pastor babe

Confess your sins to me while you masturbate

Miguel - the valley

I got plans to put my hands in places

I never seen, girl, you know what I mean

Usher - Nice & Slow

Turned on by everything you say

I'm turned on by everything you do

Jodeci - Freek'n You

No rules to this game

Turn me out

Now I'm helpless

And I beg you

Do it again

Kelela - Do It Again

Grab hold of me

Gentle love but touch passionately

I'll give you my blessing

Take me person and objectively

Ex and internally

Sabrina Claudio

Give it to me like you need it, baby

Want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing

Summer Walker - Girls Need Love

#song lyrics #song lyric challenge #birthday challenge #birthday celebration #princesspbdaychallenge

[buckyr00s]

close || j. "c". m.

✑ pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x Civilian!Reader

✑ summary: a training accident leads you to reunite with Javy "Coyote" Machado.

✑ warnings/tags: angst; mentions of the training accident in the movie; cuss words; allusions to death (no death actually happens, its just talked about); a pinch of fluff

✑ author’s note: requested by @ginghampearlsnsweettea :) LISTEN, i know that in the movie, they only kept Bob and Phoenix in the hospital but knit-pickers can suck it. also side note, GIF MAKERS pls, we need more coyote/greg tarzan davis content.

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The air reeks of disinfectant. The ceiling lights flicker. The shine off of the white linoleum floors is almost blinding.

Beep. Beep. Beep. The rhythmic sounds of the monitors beside him compete with the squeaking of your sneakers as you fidget your leg. Indistinct chatter echos from the hallways.

"You gunna be alright there, hun?" the sweet, Southern nurse--Donna--gently checks in.

You straighten your posture, not realizing you had your elbow on your knee, using your fist as a resting place for your chin. "Do I look as nervous as I feel?" you inquire, but you already know that answer.

Donna gives you a look. Kind, soft eyes. A downturned, closed-mouthed, smile. "He's going to be fine, dear," she assures you, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving you a comforting squeeze. "The only reason he's in here for the night is so we can monitor his vitals. Safety precautions and all," Donna gives a dismissive flick of her hand as she heads toward the doorway.

"Thank you," you quickly, but sincerely, say, feeling the need to catch her before she makes her exit. "For everything."

Donna leans on the doorframe, that look appearing once more. Is it pity? Sympathy? A little bit of both? You don't really know, but you don't really care either. "Just doin' my job, hun," she replies. "Just like he was," she points her chin towards the bed. Towards him.

When Donna leaves, you gain the courage to really look at him. Your love. Your Javy.

He's asleep. He has been the whole time you've been by his bedside. He looks at peace, like he's soundly sleeping in his bedroom on a typical night. Like nothing happened. There are no signs of cuts or bruises. He looks...normal. Your usual, handsome, partner.

Inching your chair closer, you reach your hand out and intertwine your fingers with his. He feels warm. His touch warms you.

You were nervous to say the least. It was your first day of college, after all. You were sat in a lecture hall that could easily fit 300 students in its fixed seating. As students--your classmates, you presume--trickled in, you took the time to review the syllabus that your professor had posted only the night before. You began to jiggle your leg, something you did when you needed to release excess energy. "Anyone seating here?" Your fidgeting stopped instantly, your attention drawn to the tall, broad, man stood before you. He nodded his head toward the seat beside you when you didn't respond. You were too busy staring at him. "Oh, uh...yeah, of course," you finally replied, frantically removing your backpack, which occupied the seat. The man settled in, slouching in his chair and stretching his legs out. "Comfortable?" you joked and instantly regretted it. You probably shouldn't have said it out loud...some people might take it the wrong way. But he didn't. Instead, it earned a chuckle out of him. And it was then that you were introduced to his smile. God, what a nice smile it was. "Oh yeah," he sighed contently. "Ready for intro to kinesiology," he announced with nonchalance. "And you?" You don't know what it was about him, but you felt like you could be honest. "Hell no," you responded, bluntly. This elicited a second chuckle out of him, making you proud. "You'll be okay," he reassured you with a wink. On second thought, you weren't sure if it was reassuring because the butterflies in your stomach told you otherwise.

"Your leg is shaking" Javy croaks, drawing you from your thoughts. His eyes are still closed but his face is decorated with a fond smile.

"What were you thinking before I interrupted you?" he wonders, eyes still closed. When you don't respond immediately, he gives the hand he is holding a firm squeeze.

"About how we met"

"Ahhh," he laughs, taking the time to reminisce himself. "When your boy swept you off your feet at intro to kin, huh".

"Ha ha, very funny," your voice riddled with displeasure.

It is so like Javy to keep things light-hearted. It's something you love about him because his calm, confident, comedic demeanour compliments yours. But in times like this...serious times, that light-heartedness clashes with your grounded worry.

"Enough about me, let's talk about you"

"I'm okay, baby" he smiles, opening his eyes and looking deep into yours. "Really."

"What happened?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" Javy's eyebrow lifts inquisitively. He knows the answer, but he asks anyway. You pause for a moment to think, before letting out a sigh and shaking your head. No.

It's no secret to both of you that you are not the biggest fan of Javy's line of work. You are not a fan of him putting himself in danger and fighting someone else's battles. And although you weren't a fan, you will also support him. Javy "Coyote" Machado. The love of your life.

"Training accident," he informs you, sparing the details. "It was a close one."

Your heart sinks. A training accident? A simulation? A practice? And he was still in harms way? It only heightens your fears of Javy getting hurt during training and while deployed. Or worse... You can't bare the thought.

Javy sits up, reaching forward to gently rub the tears from your cheeks. When did you start crying?

"I know, baby. I know" he coos, trying his best to comfort you. He knows how much you worry about him. He knows how much you love him. He knows how you both dream of your futures together. And he knows that being in the military may prevent those dreams from becoming reality.

Javy straightens his posture before shuffling in his bed. Patting the now empty space beside him, he gives you a warm smile. "Come on, baby. I want to be close to you."

You blink away any remaining tears, standing from your seat and climbing into the twin-sized hospital bed with your wide-shouldered, over-six-foot-tall partner.

His strong arms engulf you, rocking your body from side to side.

"Comfortable?" the unexpected inside joke makes you burst into laughter. Javy is always so good at making you feel safe.

"I'm so glad you're here," he admits, placing a tender kiss on your temple. "I love you and feel loved by you".

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#javy coyote machado x reader #javy machado x reader #coyote machado x reader #coyote x reader #tg:m fic

[roadtogracelandx45]

Little White Church| 1| Elvis

@ohnoitsthebat @prettyinpayne @thatbanditqueen @ginghampearlsnsweettea

word count: 1,544

Summary: Dick Roberts wasn’t surprised that his stepdaughter ended up back with the Presley family nor was he surprised that she was in the arms of Elvis who was slowly making a name for himself.  He is dead set on taking her back home to help her mother out with the kids and maybe get another child on her but Gladys steps in and makes an offer that he really can’t refuse. 

Elvis x Sylvie 

Could be tied into Burnin’ Love or not we will see. 

Rated M for adult content and mentions of sexual assault and abuse. 

Part one of two 

Dick Roberts Sr pulled to a stop in front of the apartment buildings where his stepdaughter Sylvie was staying with Elvis and his family. He had finally tracked her down, it had taken him almost a year to do. And he was finally going to take her home and have her be the stand-in wife and mother that he needed her to be. That's one of the reasons why he married Elaine in the first place because she had a daughter. 

 However, his son, who after he found out that she had left had been firm in staying silent about where she had gone and if he had heard from her or not. 

A small truck pulled in front of his police cruiser and parked, followed by a tall skinny boy getting out of the cab followed by his stepdaughter who grasped his hand and pulled her out of the cab and into him. 

The boy bent his head and pressed a kiss to her lips before shutting the truck door. Dick felt a surge of anger go through him and he went to throw open the cruiser door but stopped himself, once he had married Elaine, he had gotten possessive and wanted to keep his wife and now stepdaughter to himself but he also had to keep up appearances and send Sylvie to school.  

And now he knew he didn't want to cause a scene with students coming home from school, it could only end up badly for him. He had already been on thin ice in Atlanta because of the rumors on why Syvlie missed school for almost a year and he didn’t need this making its way back to them either.  After she had run away with Dickie’s help, they launched an investigation into why. The whole situation put him in the spotlight and they asked a lot of questions. 

The boy paused and looked at the cruiser and Sylvie followed his gaze, her fingers stopping short of his wrist, her panic was almost instant. “Baby? What is it?” He asked his free hand catching hers to finish guiding it down, “Is that?” 

She nodded her head unable to speak. 

 "Sylvie, baby go inside and get Daddy," Elvis ordered, putting his body between the two. 

"E, no." She said, her knuckles were turning white from how tightly she was holding onto his hand. 

"Sylvia, go inside and get Daddy and Petey." He ordered causing her to squeak and move away from him quickly but she wasn't as fast as Dick was and he caught her arm and pulled her to him.

 He hadn't expected though that she had learned to defend herself since the last time he had seen her. The heel of her palm came up and collided with his nose and he let her go cursing and grabbing his bloody nose.

The singer felt a surge of pride for his girl who quickly disappeared into the apartment building, the pride turned to anger as he turned to face her stepfather. 

"You need to leave, she isn't your concern anymore." 

"Of course, she is my concern, she is my daughter." 

"No, she isn't." There was so much control rage in Elvis's voice that Dick almost stepped back from him. 

"She is my concern." Elvis had told Sylvie when they first started dating or whatever it was that they were doing that if she ever said that she was ready to marry him, he would."You hurt her, you r*ped her."

"All lies. She wanted it."

"She was 16! She was just a girl! She is still just a girl." 

"Son," Vernon said, coming out of the apartment followed by Petey, Gladys, Grandma Dodger, and Sylvie, the latter going over to Elvis's side. He pulled her into him, "You should have stayed inside baby."

 "No, I don't want him to hurt you." She was trembling from head to toe, and for the first time since she had been back with them and he truly understood the fear that she had of Dick. 

"Everything is okay." He assured as  Vernon put himself between his son and girlfriend and Dick.

"You need to leave."

"Or what?' Dick taunted as more bystanders stopped and started to watch the scene, suddenly not caring that this could ruin everything. 

Elvis was already getting attention from his clothes and the song that was released on Sun Records recently. And Sylvie was getting attention for her good looks and she hated it. 

Both of them together were gathering rumors. 

Those rumors were the reason why Dixie and Elvis broke up, the former girlfriend picked up a fight with Sylvie and it scared her to death, she couldn't even fight back.

"You can't even provide for your family."  Sylvie tightened her grip on Elvis's shirt to keep him anchored next to her. She was terrified that Dick was going to kill Elvis, he had threatened to kill Dickie for helping her when she was in labor with David.

She had been alone and terrified. "I may not be able to but at least she is loved and cared for here. Where were you when she was having your child!"

Gladys studied the girl and Elvis,  she could see the terrified look on Sylvie's face and how she clung to him. She knew that the girl was the only one that she would ever trust with her son and she had known that since the first day that the two were around each other and he was only whole with her being there. And had been since he made sure she was included with him and the boys and she trailed behind them, with the teddy bear that she had since birth dragging in the dirt behind her.  

The same bear that was resting against her pillows on her and Elvis's shoved-together twin beds. Something that at first infuriated Gladys because she didn't want them having sex under her roof but she settled once she realized that it was mostly for Sylvie's comfort, since she had been closer to Elvis, the nightmares had happened a lot less and Sylvie had been sleeping through the night.  There were still moments where she missed Andie and David, moments that not even Elvis could bring her comfort. And with all those thoughts in her head, Gladys sprung into action. 

“Wait, wait!’ Gladys shouted as she pushed away from her nephews and to where Vernon was between Dick and their son and Sylvie, "What if, what if,’ She paused trying to catch her breath, "She stays here, and marries my son. And when Elvis starts making more money singing, we pay you.”  

Dick knew that as much as Sylvie was worth to him being a stand-in wife and mother, she was more trouble than that and she was better off here away from him and his family. “Fine, how much?” He demanded not taking his eyes off of the couple. The girl whispered something to Vernon who nodded his head and urged his son to take the girl into the safety of the apartment.

“On top of that, she wants you to leave Davey and Andie in her care. She doesn’t want Andie going through what she did and Davey is her son.” Vernon said in a tone that he picked up from Colonel Parker, a tone that left no room for fights.

 The Atlanta police chief rubbed his jaw thoughtfully, he knew that Elanie was pregnant again, and if any luck it would be another little girl, so she could replace Sylvie and Andie, “Fine. Let’s talk.’

"Elvis, take her inside now," Gladys demanded, her eyes going from the man standing in front of her to her son and now future daughter-in-law. 

"Mama." Sylvie protested. "Sylvia Grace." 

"Come on baby," Elvis whispered, pulling her away from the truck and towards the apartment building. Dick thought for a split second and pulled his gun firing a shot into Sylvie's lower back causing the girl to scream and collapse. 

There were shouts from the surrounding areas to call the police and the ambulance. Others in outraged that Sylvie was shot. Everyone had to come to the conclusion that Sylvie was a sweetheart and they all adored her. Some were questioning her taste in men but still loved her. Another gunshot was mixed in with their outrage and shouts as Vernon and one of the Presley cousins tackled the man to the ground.  The sudden flood of surprise at what he just done flooded him and he started laughing. 

He honestly hoped he killed the bitch. All problems would have been solved then. 

#ash writes #austin butler! elvis presley imagines #elvis presley fan fiction #ash rambles #elvis presley imagines #oc: sylvie presley #oc: sylvie adams #austin butler! Elvis Presley fan fiction

[proceduralpassion]

passionatewrites >>>>>>> proceduralpassion

Went back to my roots (lol iykyk and you deserve a cookie). Just gonna tag a few peeps (spare signal boost pls? 🤲🏽) and I'll try to fix the rest of the links later on

@tallulahchanel @drabbles-mc @withmyteeth @asirensrage @sheabuttahwrites @ginghampearlsnsweettea @sextonsharpwinhalstead @victoriahughes @darqchilddaydreamz @ashlingnarcos

#anyone can reblog

[iguana-braces]

Hi! Would you consider doing the NSFW alphabet with Payback?

Hello! I absolutely would, although it might have to be after I see Top Gun again/it’s released on streaming so I can refresh my readings on his vibes 😅 

#ask answered #ginghampearlsnsweettea #reuben payback fitch

[violetmuses]

Fly Away - Maverick

TITLE: “Fly Away” || Pete "Maverick" Mitchell  

FANDOM: “Top Gun” (1986 Film)

CHARACTER: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

MAIN PAIRING: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell + Female Reader  

MAIN STORYLINE: You, another bright civilian specialist, catch Maverick’s eye during training. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Wrote this short drabble for 1986 Pete. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V. 💜

Main Masterlist 💜

Tagging: @fangirl0917 @fanboygarcia @ginghampearlsnsweettea @the-untamed-soul

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1986 

Aviation training continues for Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, but not without its qualms or slumps. 

For whatever reason, ever since Charlie has walked off base, most of the other specialists seem less than appealing, which made this learning process drag even longer than anything warranted. 

Days later though, something changes. 

“Hello, everyone.” Smiling towards this audience for only a moment, you introduce yourself after writing down your own name on the green chalkboard that perches not far away. 

As you carry on with today’s lecture, both Maverick and Rooster straighten their posture while squeezing themselves into desk chairs. Everyone else is at least hiding away while sitting down, especially students wearing caps or taking notes. 

Once again, this airfield hangar is loud and hectic as usual, but Maverick focuses on you, smoothly intrigued. On the other hand, Rooster squirms in his own chair, barely holding sunglasses and looking slack jawed because of you. 

“Any questions?” You offer the inquiry after clapping both hands together to complete the lecture. 

For now, it takes everything within Maverick not to bite his lip. You look so damn pretty, smiling at a time when most of these people would much rather get drunk instead of sitting through hot air and not flying. 

“Ma’am?” Maverick lifts two fingers of his hand and you quickly notice the Lieutenant's gesture with respect. 

“Yes, Lieutenant Mitchell?” You acknowledge Maverick by rank as expected, but squint through the unrelenting sunlight found overhead. 

“If it’s not too much trouble, would you mind explaining another topic? I’m struggling with my notes.” Thumbing one pen in his hand, Maverick engages in a full-blown staring contest while slyly pursing his lip towards you. Even Rooster and comrades whistle downward. 

You clear your throat, playing along with his game in an effort to stay professional. There’s no other choice and you can’t risk losing this short placement on the base, especially considering a generous payout for teaching. 

“What are you struggling with, Lieutenant?” You ask, facing Maverick without so much as flinching this time. 

“I’m missing something, Ma’am.” Maverick licks his lips , still daring you and Rooster glances from another desk to cheer him on. 

“What exactly are you missing from the notes, Lieutenant Mitchell?” You then narrow both eyes towards Maverick, still puzzled. 

“I’m missing your phone number.” Maverick nearly whispers those words to you over the buzzed and aerial whirring of countless fighter jets. 

Mav’s comrades, including Rooster of course, damn-near fall out, either humored or immediately noting how suave but cheesy that line had been 

“Dismissed.” You say, moving this discussion over to uniformed or supervisors before commotion might derail scheduled plans. 

I knew it. You think, rolling both eyes as soon as it’s clear to leave for the afternoon. 

#fluff #top gun #movies #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #pete mitchell x reader #tom mf cruise! #tom cruise #1980s #top gun 1986 #cc x reader

[bradshawsbaby]

I absolutely love the idea of Cyclone wife and Bradley wife being friends

Right?! @ginghampearlsnsweettea is the one who gave me the idea!

I love the idea of Mrs. Simpson being a friend and mentor for Mrs. Bradshaw. She knows better than anyone how difficult being a Navy wife can be, especially when your husband is climbing the ranks and has to travel so often on classified missions. I think Cyclone’s wife would definitely try to look out for the younger spouses, and be a good source of advice and support.

#mrs. simpson #mrs. bradshaw #cyclone simpson #rooster bradshaw #rooster x wife!reader #anon message

[meangirlcoded]

thank you for the tag @aechii !!! 🩷

your first celebrity, outfit, quote and aesthetic on pinterest is your vibe

tagging: @slowwshoww @babyrooster @floydsins @hotgirlcoded @megankane @gay-flyboys @ginghampearlsnsweettea @memequeme @antisocialsocialite

#jay.tagged