#no offense to mickey or anything

[lupeloto]

"always watch you sleep" ficlet

hey i'm back with a disgustingly fluff-ridden, sweet, cheesy ficlet about them being gay and married and in love!

The air is still, a warmth settling over the room as the sunrise shines through the curtains directly onto the bed, hitting Mickey’s bare chest in a way that has Ian practically mesmerized.

Mickey lays flat on his back, comforter billowing loosely around his hips. Ian traces his finger slowly up-and-down Mickey’s torso, gaze not breaking from Mickey’s face, the curve of his nose and lips as the sun rays make their way up. He blinks slowly, not wanting to miss a minute of this moment.

Mickey breathes in steadily, “Jesus Gallagher,” he huffs, “Can I help you?” He peeks one eye open and shoots it over to his husband who wears a look of no shame.

Ian shoots a one-sided grin, never looking away or halting the calming movement of his finger tracing his husband’s skin. 

Mickey turns over to face Ian, rubbing his eyes lazily, “Watcha want creep?” He jokes, his hand moves to gently rub Ian’s shoulder. Ian digs further into the mattress and closer to Mickey, comforted by the coolness of the ring against his skin. 

“Always watch you sleep,” he says with a casual shrug. 

Mickey’s eyebrows go up, “S’that right?” He inches closer. 

“Only time I can look at you without you yapping about some ‘take a picture, it’ll last longer, gallagher.’” Ian mocks in his best Mickey voice, tilting his head playfully.

“Oh?” Mickey fakes offense, “You’re the one watchin’ me sleep and i’m catchin’ heat?” He flashes a grin that takes up his entire face, his cheeks lifting to hear his eyes are hidden and a light pink flushing his cheeks. Ian has never seen anything better than that. Nothing has ever been able to bring him back to earth, to ground him, to wash away every single anxiety or fret like that smile. He finds himself gazing dreamily again with a goofy grin of his own. 

“Jesus,” Mickey leans into him, burying his face in Ian’s bare chest, “Maybe you should take a fuckin’ picture.”

“What? I can’t look at you? I can't appreciate what I got?” Ian questions, playfully tackling Mickey, pinning him to the mattress. He kisses his cheek quickly before popping back up to meet his husband’s gaze. 

“Whatever, softie,” Mickey beams, lifting his head up to meet their lips for a long, slow kiss. He pulls back, bringing his hands to cup either side of Ian’s face, captivated by the gleam in his eyes before breaking free and tackling him onto his back, “My turn, Red.” He bites his lip, smashing his mouth against his husband’s as the sun rises higher, illuminating them both in a way that the other completely enthralled at the sight.

#this is so gross #and like gross as in CHEESY AS HELL #theyre so corny everytime i write them #and imma eat it up #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #gallavich fic #gallavich fic rec

[jupitercomet]

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summary - While trying to get out of your post-breakup slump, you get offered a modeling gig at Jake’s advertising agency.

warnings - New Girl au, fluff, angst, slowburn, language, insecurities, mentions of getting drunk, my nonexistent knowledge of advertising, men being the worst, suggestive content, I added outfit links but you can imagine whatever you would like

this series is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 4.2k

it’s the last episode of season one! it has been such a ride and I want to thank you all for the support you gave this series because it is seriously what stopped me from having a meltdown and abandoning it lmao. fun fact: I’ve had this episode planned since I started the series. please enjoy and I hope to see you in season two!! - bugs

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“What the fuck are we watching?”

“And I have patriarchal expectations about male and female relationships that make me incapable of conceiving the idea of friendships with the opposite gender— Blah, blah, blah!”

Jake leans towards Bradley in a low whisper. “I think it’s a sock puppet reenactment of their breakup—”

“Hi, can I take your order?”

“—That Mickey is also a part of… for some reason.”

Natasha sighs from Bradley’s left and looks at the two guys. “This is bad. Anytime she brings the sock puppets out, it’s bad.”

“I don’t know whether to be honored or concerned that those socks she has laying next to her are clearly supposed to be us.” Bradley eyes his cotton counterpart wearily. 

“And I’m throwing these pancakes in your stupid face!”

“Alright,” Jake pushes himself off the table he was leaning on, making his way to where you’re sitting on the floor of the living room, and lifts you up by your under arms. “As beautiful of a puppet show as that was, we’re gonna do something else that doesn’t make everyone think your batshit crazy. And Mickey, you’re an enabler.”

Mickey looks up from his sock puppets in offense. “I’m crafting a story, man!”

“Leave that to Bradshaw. This loft can’t have two failed authors,” Jake doesn’t even look up as he peels sock puppet Neil and sock puppet you from your hands.

“Hey, fuck you! My novel about sexy, slightly homoerotic fighter pilots is a great idea!”

“You see?”Jake ignores him, looking down at you and still holding your wrist. “You can’t be crazy, everyone else here’s already fucking crazy.”

His words hardly bring a smile to your lips though, instead you smush your face into his chest. Jake seems to understand though, patting the back of your head comfortingly. You groan, “I’m so tired. I stayed up all night making sock puppets.”

“There, there. You wanna watch a movie? Or take a nap?”

“Nap,” you yawn loudly and your friends let out a collective sigh of relief that you aren’t arguing. 

“Okay, well let’s get you to bed so Bradley can burn all these sock puppets before they turn into voodoo dolls,” Jake begins leading you to your room

“That’s not funny, man!”

Again, Jake ignores Bradley’s out cry, opening your door for you as your exhaustion finally catches up to you. He lets out a snort when you face plant onto your bed, shaking his head and rolling you over so you can breathe. You don’t protest when Jake starts working the blanket out from under you, though you hardly help with it either.

“Alright,” he lays the blanket over you. “You need anything else? Want me to tuck you in? A bedtime story?”

You look up at him through slow blinks and frown slightly.

“What?”

You pick at the fabric of your duvet, no longer able to meet his eye. Jake can’t entirely remember a time you’ve seemed so small. “You don’t call me ‘peach’ anymore.”

Jake freezes.

Though your relationship had predominantly gone back to the way it was, Jake couldn’t help but remain hesitant. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t think he deserved your forgiveness. He also didn’t know to what extent you'd forgiven him. So Jake follows your lead, letting you dictate what is and isn’t okay for him to do. Because he’s too scared that he’ll find out he’d fucked things up with you beyond repair if he tried anything else.

“You asked me not to.”

“Didn’t mean it,” your words are starting to slur as you teeter on the precipice of unconsciousness. “I like when you call me that.”

Jake swallows, grateful that you’re too drowsy to see the effect you’re having on him. His heart stutters when you look up at him again, gifting him a sleepy smile. Jake clears his throat shakily. “Oh, okay. I will then… peach.”

You hum contentedly, snuggling further into your blanket as you close your eyes, and Jake holds his breath.

“G’night, Jake.”

Jake doesn’t even have time to process how little the almost painful constriction in his chest makes sense to him because, the second he closes your bedroom door, Natasha is looking at him with suspicious eyes and crossed arms.

“How did you do that?”

His brows furrow at her accusing tone. “Do… what?”

“That.” She points to your door. “I’ve known that girl since 8th grade and not once has she ever listened to anyone like that.”

Her words catch everyone off guard — Bradley freezing with a sock puppet in hand, inches away from the garbage disposal switch. Jake’s lips part, though he’s not entirely sure if he should be defending himself or not.

“I— Um—” The words die on his tongue as Natasha takes a menacing step forward.

“Look, Seresin. For whatever reason, she really cares about you. She’s my best friend, you fuck this up,” a sharp nail is jabbed into his chest, “I fuck you up. Got it?”

Jake nods hastily. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now, you might want to stop Bradley before he tries to shred socks in your sink.” She doesn’t even turn her head to look at the brunet, simply nudging her head towards him. 

“Natasha, they’re creepy! I think this one might have real hair!”

“Really, I’m okay,” you try to swat away Natasha’s makeup brush. “I don’t need to go out.”

Natasha sets the brush down on your vanity, placing her hands on her hips. “As I’ve already explained, Jake’s coworkers were able to get us into a very exclusive club and that’s why we’re going. Nobody feels sorry for you — though we are all mildly alarmed by your choice of coping skills. You need a night to just have fun.”

She picks up the makeup brush again with a look that leaves no room for argument. “Now, will you let me help you get ready?”

Though you don’t argue, closing your eyes as Natasha applies color to your lids, you know she isn’t being entirely truthful. Because Jake’s coworkers didn’t invite you out, they invited your model friends out and that meant you got to tag along. Normally that doesn’t bother you all that much, but after everything with Neil, you’re feeling a bit fragile. So maybe a night to just have fun would do you some good.

Getting ready took a lot less time now that you weren’t protesting every five seconds, though you did talk Natasha out of, yet another, dramatic reveal to your roommates. Instead, you stepped out next to her, thanked Mickey as he complimented your dress, and smiled in confusion as you waited for Jake to stop blinking at you.

“So, where are we going?” You tried to prompt him after a little under a minute had passed and he still hadn’t spoken.

“Um,” Jake clears his throat, glaring when Bradley snorts. “It’s this super exclusive place — TOPGUN, I think? Billy said it’s a good time.”

Natasha nudges your shoulder as she looks up from her phone. “We should go. The girls said they’re almost there.”

You nod, then think for a moment, then throw your hands up with a loud cheer. “Okay, I’m ready! I’m gonna get super drunk tonight!”

“That’s the spirit!” Natasha matches your volume as you all make your way out of the loft.

Her excitement kept your nerves at bay for a while and it was only when you all entered the club that you started to have doubts again. Maybe a night out with a bunch of girls who are universally considered beautiful, in a club that looked entirely superficial, actually wouldn’t be all that helpful to your self esteem.

It would be the first time you were meeting Jake’s coworkers too. There was Logan Lee who Jake had mixed feelings for — it varied from day to day. But the two other men, Billy Avalone and Brigham Lennox, Jake idolized. 

“They’re so cool, peach,” Jake recounted a story that truly just sounded like them flaunting their wealth, but you were trying to be supportive. “If I could just get in their group, I’d be at the top of the office.”

And given that they’d invited you all out to an exclusive club with a direct invitation to Jake, you wanted to make a good first impression.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” You shout your name over the bass boosted music. “I’m Jake’s roommate.”

Billy looks you up and down. “So you’re not one of the models?” You feel your heart plummet and shake your head, before anyone else can say anything, he lets out a whistle. “Would have bet money that you were, sweetheart. With a pretty face like that.”

“Oh… thank you,” you perk up slightly. It’s just a superficial compliment, you know that. But it’s still nice to hear sometimes. 

What you don’t expect, is for Billy to keep going.

“Lennox, don’t you think she’d be perfect for that department store we just brought on? Where’s Seresin?” He looks up over your head searching for the blond, though he doesn’t have to look far as Jake is basically right behind you.

“Seresin! You had the perfect girl for our Marshall’s job and you’re telling me you didn’t tell us?” Billy pauses, exchanging a glance with Brigham before he turns to Natasha and a few of your other friends. “Actually, I think all of you would be perfect.”

Natasha narrows her eyes in suspicion. “All of us?”

“We’ve got it storyboarded and everything — a whole vision. You’re welcome to stop by the office if you want to see it,” Brigham grins with a wink.

Bradley makes a face and you elbow him discreetly. Bradley was always the loudest opposition to Jake’s work friends — they were everything he hated and he argues that they bring out the worst in Jake. But you all knew what this night meant to Jake and you couldn’t let Bradley’s distaste jeopardize it.

“What do you say, peach?” Jake brings you back into the conversation with a smile. “You wanna try your hand at modeling?”

You glance at Natasha who just shrugs. “I told them they’ll have to book it through the agency, but if you want to, the girls and I are happy to do it.”

Brigham and Billy are grinning at you, Jake’s pressed against your shoulder with a smile, and the other girls look equally as excited. 

“It’d be a single day shoot, we’ll probably have it all ready in a couple days,” Billy tries to make the offer more enticing. “But I’m telling you sweetheart, you’re perfect for it.”

Realistically, you know you could use the money. And the job sounds simple enough. Besides, Natasha was always telling you to step out of your comfort zone.This also opened up the possibility of a magazine with your face on it winding up in the waiting room of Neil’s office… but that was neither here nor there.

You smile at the two men. “Okay, sounds fun!”

As the minutes tick by, Jake feels that agreeing to all go in one car was a stupid idea. Because now he’s stuck waiting in the loft for Bradley and Mickey to pick him up before they all went to the address Billy had sent him for the shoot. Obviously he knew why this was the plan — his car was too big to realistically find a parking space in the city and Bradley and Mickey already shared a car since they’re schedules were basically opposite. 

You had your car however, coming straight from school to meet everyone. Though if you hadn’t left yet, there was a chance he could still catch a ride from you. After another impatient pace of the living room, he decides to call you. It goes to voicemail, you might be changing, he realizes. So he calls Natasha instead.

“Hello?”

Jake lets out a breath. “Hey, sorry, I was just checking if Peach was with you guys?”

“She’s not. Hold on—” He can hear Natasha moving to somewhere more quiet, away from the chatter of the models and crew. “Something feels off about this to me.”

“What do you mean?” Jake furrows his brows.

“I don’t know. No one seems all that concerned that we’re down a model, they look about ready to start any minute now. And neither of your friends are saying anything about this ‘vision’ that she’s perfect for like they were that night at the club.”

Jake swallows. That is a bit odd. Though they were normally guys who didn’t give a shit about anything, Jake saw what assholes they became on a set. They’d reduced cameramen to tears, berated the appearances of the models while they were being photographed. There was once a time that Jake almost admired that, in some twisted way, a time that he looked up to Billy and Brigham because they were guys who got things done. Now, Jake isn’t sure he sees it that way.

But he knows one thing for sure, if you weren’t there, Billy and Brigham should be losing their shit.

Jake opens his mouth to respond, but his phone starts vibrating in his hand. “Wait, Billy’s calling me,” he informs Natasha. “I’ll figure this out with him, just give me a second.”

He and Natasha exchange a quick goodbye before he’s answering Billy’s call. His foot taps on the loft’s floor nervously.

“Hey—”

“Dude, where are you?” Billy interrupts him. “You were supposed to be here five minutes ago.”

“Yeah, sorry. I should be there soon. Is everyone there already?” Jake glances at his watch. Where were Bradley and Mickey? Where were you?

“Just waiting on you, man,” Billy informs him, before he pulls away from his phone to say something to a passing crew member.

“What about—”

“If you’re asking about your roommate, she’s not coming.” Jake furrows his brows. “C’mon, man. You know how girls are, never agree to do anything unless the ugly one can come too. So we just gave her the address to a different company warehouse,” and then Billy laughs. “We get an ad with actual models, make up some bullshit about sending her the wrong address by accident, and none of them know a thing. Genius, right?” 

“What?”

“Do you have a fucking hearing problem or—”

Jake’s hands are shaking with rage, the one not holding his phone clenched in such a tight fist, his nails might be breaking skin. “You gave her the… What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“You’re seriously mad—”

Billy’s talking but Jake can’t hear it over the blood in his ears.

For as long as he had been working, Jake looked up to guys like Brigham and Billy. Guys who were successful and rich and made sure everyone knew it. He wanted nothing more than to be in their inner circle, to be respected by them. The kind of guy they included in their reign over the office. Now he was.

And Jake had never been more angry.

“You’re all fucking dicks,” he speaks over whatever Billy is saying about not being “a little bitch”. “But good luck with the rest of the shoot because, I can promise you, none of the models are staying.”

He hangs up without letting Billy respond, sending a furious text to Natasha before calling Mickey.

“Sorry, we just left. Brigham sent us the longest list of snacks to pick up, bro. How do we buy a made charcuterie board?” Mickey’s rambling as soon as he picks up, and Jake deflates knowing the guys are still a good ways away from him.

“Don’t bother,” Jake puts the phone on speaker, swiping to the app he insisted you download when you started dating Neil and copying your location. “I’m sending you a different address, go there instead.”

“Okay... What about you?”

“I’ll get there first if I leave now. I’ll meet you there,” Jake knows he should probably explain the situation better, but every second he’s on the phone with Mickey is a second he’s not on his way to you.

He lets out a breath, pocketing his phone as he thinks through his options. Bradley and Mickey are too far away. Natasha probably is too. He could take his own car, but it might take him half an hour just to find parking.

His eyes land on the Douche Bag Jar.

“Fuck it.”

Jake grabs a $20 from the jar before rushing out of the loft.

“Peach!” 

Jake’s breathless when he finally reaches you, having sprinted a block when the taxi he called ran into LA traffic. You look up, startled, and wipe at your cheeks quickly.

“Hey, Jake,” you give him a weak smile. 

You’ve changed into a dress Natasha helped you pick out, your work clothes folded neatly in the tote bag you brought. And you’re sitting, all alone, on some old foldable chair and Jake almost wants to scream because you are so pretty.

You’re always pretty. You’ve always been pretty. Prettier than any magazine, or billboard, or all of it. How could Brigham and Billy not see that? That you are the prettiest person Jake has ever laid eyes on.

“I’m so sorry,” he’s still panting as he takes quick strides over to you. “I didn’t know—”

He cuts himself off when you let out a shaky sigh and stand up. “I did. It’s okay, Jake, really. It was nice to think about but… I’m not a model. I’m not that surprised.”

Jake doesn’t know what it is about him that makes it impossible for him not to hurt you. That, even when he’s trying to do the exact opposite, he still manages to fuck everything up. He’s trying. Jake is trying to be a good person and his worst fears are coming true, he’s physically incapable of it.

“I’m so sorry,” is all he can say. “This is all my fault.”

“No it’s not, Jake. Natasha told me what happened and— And you’re here. Just like I knew you would be.” You grab his hand and, through the stuffy nose and red eyes, you still manage a genuine smile.

For once in his life, Jake allows himself to believe you. That he is dependable, and loyal, and good. Because you made him those things. Jake Seresin will never be a man who treats others like shit for a small sense of superiority. He will never be a man who has to squeeze out every last drop of joy from his job because nothing else in his life brings him happiness. And that’s because of you.

Jake can’t stop his hand from cupping your cheek or his forehead from resting against your own and he has to close his eyes in fear of showing you just how much anguish he feels. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

“Why are you sorry?” You ask, just as quiet.

“Because,” Jake pulls away slightly so he can take in your face, the air still between the two of you. “You are so pretty, peach. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. And I put you in a position that made you believe that you weren’t.”

“Jake…” Your face is so close that Jake can feel your breath against his skin and he watches your eyes drop to his lips. 

Jake’s tongue darts out to wet them, his own eyes unable to look away from your cupid's bow. His grip on your cheek firms as you draw him to you like a magnet. “So, so pretty…” He breathes, his nose brushing against yours.

“Jake?”

Mickey’s voice echoes through the empty warehouse and you and Jake separate quickly, pulling yourselves together as Mickey and Bradley come into view. When he sees you, Mickey drops his grocery bag of snacks and pulls you into a tight hug.

“Natasha told us what happened,” he explained. “She and the girls left and she’s on her way over to the loft now. We bought a bunch of snacks to help you feel better though.”

You let out a watery laugh as Bradley holds up a bag of Starbursts excitedly. “I love you guys.”

Jake throws an arm over your shoulder, smiling softly as the guys gather your everyone’s things as you all prepare to meet Natasha at home. “We love you too, peach.”

“You sure you’re good, teach?” Bradley watches you from the kitchen warily as you plop down on the couch to watch TV. If you turn on Not Another Teen Movie, he’s calling Jake.

“I’m okay, Bradshaw,” and you are, so you smile genuinely. “Jake wanted to show me one of those horse racing movies he’s always wanting us to watch.”

“Oh,” Bradley lets out a breath of relief before he fully processes your words. “Good luck, then. That man does not shut the fuck up about Secretariat.”

You shrug. “I don’t know, I like horses.”

“Not the way Jake likes racehorses.”

Bradley sets down his cup of water, making his way over to you to reaffirm your current mood. He stands in front of you, casting a shadow from the TV screen. “You know that nothing that happened yesterday should have happened to you?”

“I do,” you promise.

“And you know it didn’t happen because it was you?”

You smile. “I know, Bradley. Thank you.”

He bends forward to give you a hug, giving you a few pats on the back. “So you’re thinkin’ you and Jake will just be watching a movie, then?”

You nod.

“Cool. I think I’m just gonna head to bed,” Bradley straightens with a loud yawn and you bid him goodnight, getting more comfortable on the couch as he closes the door to his room.

Jake still isn’t out of his room yet — he had a few work emails to send after everything with Billy and Brigham — and you move to grab a couple snacks. You stop yourself when something colorful catches your eye. Reaching down to pick it up, you furrow your brow. It must have fallen out of Bradley’s pocket when he was hugging you.

Bringing it closer to inspect further, you let out a startled noise. It’s a condom. Which, you suppose isn’t unusual, but it’s a little weird that it’s just sitting loose in his pocket like that. You should probably return it to him. It wasn’t like you were going to use it and maybe he needed the special size… or something.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head vigorously. Ew, no more thinking about Bradley’s penis! You’ll just knock on the door and give it back to him. Easy peasy. 

With newfound determination, you march to the door of his room. You’ll just knock and— What if he has a girl with him now? You wouldn’t want to interrupt that. But maybe that’s all the more reason to give him the condom? If he’s gonna use it right away. Could you just slide it under the door?

“Peach?” You whip around to see Jake staring at you with furrowed brows. “What are you doing?”

You look down at the condom in your hands, eyes widening. “This is not what it looks like.”

Jake’s lips part almost in slow motion as he follows your gaze to the condom and then looks back up. “Were you going to fuck Bradshaw?”

“No!” You panickedly drop the contraceptive. “I wasn’t! I was just returning it!”

Jake grins deviously, suddenly taking off down the hall. “Mickey! Peach was tryin’—”

“Shut up! I was not!” You bolt as soon as you realize he’s running, every question you had for Bradley forgotten as you sprint after Jake.

“Ah! Get off me, you koala!”

“Did anyone stop you?”

Bradley leans against the door, shaking his head. “None of them suspected anything. They’re just gonna watch a movie and Jake always turns the volume up super loud.”

Natasha takes in his words before she gives him a look. “This is a one time thing, Bradshaw.”

“Oh, 100%, totally,” Bradley nods in agreement. “...If it were to happen again, though, I would totally be okay with that.”

“It won’t.”

“Right, but like… if it does.”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Are you gonna start undressing me or what?”

Bradley’s eyes widen and he swallows, taking in the insanely beautiful woman that was sitting on his bed asking for sex. With him.

He looks up at the ceiling. “I would like to thank the Academy — the Naval Academy — for rejecting my application so that I could be here today. Had they not, I might have ended on some tarmac doing 200 pushups instead of boarding the bang train to pound town with the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen... I don’t know why I said that. Um, I would also like to thank Mr. and Mrs. Trace for—” Bradley’s words are then muffled by Natasha’s shirt being thrown in his face. When it drops to the floor, his jaw does shortly after.

“If I take my bra off, will you shut up?” Natasha crosses her arms and prop up her chest in a way that has Bradley stuttering.

“Yes, uh huh, absolutely, whatever you say, I— Oh, fuck me! Hi girls, I think you’re about to be my best friends.”

Jake and Peach will return in season two!

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⁘ bradley bradshaw, the notoriously ill mannered head chef at the small franchise pub down the street, is quite content with his fast paced job. no commitments or obligations outside of his kingdom of sharp knives, pots, pans, prep work and a shot of jäger after a double. that is until a new waitress is hired, and suddenly his strict and rigid rules of no obligations or commitments starts to waver. . .

› pairing; bradley bradshaw x f!reader

word count; ~ 2.1K

× chapter warnings; swearing, flirting, somewhat forced close proximity

disclaimer; I am basing most of the chefs/waitresses on people I have worked with/encountered. Most of their traits will be as realistic as possible.

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“Can you work pastry today?”

A deep, raspy voice echoed from far away. The morning light had barely made it into your apartment windows, and you were just sitting up on the edge of the bed to start your morning. You’d answered without checking your caller ID - you’d just figured it was your mother.

But the deep tenor that sounded after your swift ‘hello?’ had a shiver running down your spine. Inhaling deeply with surprise from the realization, the phone escaped its spot against your ear. Fumbling fingers tried to save it, only making it fly more erratically through the air, before it inevitably landed with a final thud on your carpet.

“Shit, shit, shit!” scrambling to your knees, you reached for the phone before putting it back against your awaiting ear.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” the reply was slightly breathless, from the slight heart attack and scramble to save your phone. On the other end of the line, someone cleared their throat before speaking again.

“We’re kind of in the shit in the kitchens today. Mickey’s down with a stomach bug, Jake’s out of town, and Nathaniel, who would be my next bet, is visiting his sick mother.” Bradley sounded like he was battling a headache, and you could almost see the way he rubbed his furrowed brows so clearly in your mind's eye it made you smile softly.  

“Alright, and you want me on pastry? Wouldn’t it be better to grab John, or Angie?” you weren’t exactly afraid to voice your opinions to Bradley, even if he’d ignored you mostly ever since the night you’d been crying in his office. He’d speak to you if you asked him anything work-related, but his answers were always short. 

“I’ll be honest, that was my first thought. But there’s that large booking tonight, and they’re both needed. The restaurant owner said they were important people or whatever, so he wanted them served by his best - no offense." He added the last part on the fly, it seemed. 

“None taken.” you let out a soft laugh, now he wanted to offer you no offense? 

“So, I figured if I’m there, manning the grill and you manage the cold shit, we could make it work. I’ll prep most of it before you arrive, and then I’ll show you how to work it before service starts. Besides that large booking, it looks like it’ll be a slow day.” 

Worrying your lower lip between your teeth, you nodded to yourself before telling Bradley you’d do it. He sounded relieved when he told you when to arrive and where to find chef’s robes. By now anxious butterflies were swirling in your stomach, and you cursed yourself as you braided your hair into two neat plaits to keep it out of your face as you made your way out of your flat and into your small car. 

Arriving at work, you trekked up the stairs to the changing rooms. You remembered Bradley had told you the chef’s robes were at the racks by the men’s changing rooms, and you slowly made your way there. The door was wide open, as it usually was seeing as it wasn’t a room you generally passed if you weren’t looking for a new uniform.

As you approached, you saw Bradley’s chef’s robe completely open as he fumbled while buttoning his trousers. Eyes widening, you swiftly grabbed the first top and bottom you could find, letting out a small squeak as you booked it to the women's changing rooms. 

Collapsing onto the closed door of your locker, you mouth out ‘oh my god’ as the visual of Bradley’s bare abs circulated wildly within your mind's eye. Taking a shaky breath, you swiftly got dressed in too large robes as you made your way downstairs. 

Fiddling with your too long sleeves, you stumbled into the kitchen where Bradley was finishing up the prep work for your station, his was already fixed. At the sound of your footfalls, Bradley’s beautiful brown eyes snapped to look at you, a peculiar emotion swirling in them.

“Hi chef!” you smiled softly, glancing up at him before continuing to fiddle with your sleeve. “Thanks for helping out today, Bambi” Bradley rumbled out, pausing for a moment before telling you what dishes were pre-ordered for the large booked table this evening. He noticed, however, that your attention was more focused on getting the sleeve to stay up your forearm than his words, and he sighed wearily before stepping closer to you.

His calloused fingertips graced your inner forearm as he slid the fabric upwards, folding it a couple of times before securing it above your elbow. Blinking, you stared dumbfounded at Bradley’s face, his hair that peaked out under his hat, his neatly trimmed mustache, and that shapely cupid's bow…

He repeated the process on your other sleeve, before leaving the close proximity between the two of you. Biting your lip, you had to keep from letting out a noise as he started dancing around the small pastry space, rambling on about food. His scent had been overwhelming, and the body heat he radiated had you slightly dizzy.

As service begins, you find your nerves dissipating more and more as time goes on. Bradley even gently encourages you when he can tell you’re freezing up with insecurity over plating or timing. After a few hours, you’ve not only relaxed and managed to make most of the entrees and desserts on your own, you’ve made Bradley smile five times, and laugh twice. When you’ve sent out the large tables first course, you slink over to Bradley’s side at his request to help him plate. 

“Alright, Bambs, remember - terrine first, meat, and then sauce - alright? And when I move behind you you stay still, okay?” Bradley’s voice was level, and he held your eyes with his own to see you copied. “Mhm!” you squeaked out, putting on plastic gloves as you put up as many plates on the counter as it could hold. 

“Alright then, start plating the terrines then,” he offered you another rare side smile, moving towards the grill to start putting the finished steaks on a warmed up skillet. Moving swiftly, you accidentally dropped the first terrine on the floor. You cursed softly under your breath - it had been hotter than you realized. Looking over your shoulder, worriedly, you saw Bradley shake his head “No worries, Bambi - I made more than we needed. Keep going.” 

Letting out a sigh of relief you started over, starting to work up a routine as Bradley moved behind you to put meat on the plates you’d already put terrines on. As you finished with the terrines, you were about to move to fetch the sauce-pan, as Bradley had instructed earlier. 

“Hey, hey, behind, sweetheart” eyes widened as they almost came in contact with Rooster’s broad chest, and you giggled somewhat nervously before lowering your gaze and slinking past Bradley’s broad form as he chuckled. You’d heard Bradley call Mir and Angie sweetheart sometimes - but never you. It felt pathetic the way it made your chest feel tight and those damn butterflies appeared in the pit of your stomach again. 

Finishing off the plates, the two of you wiped the sides of them before ringing the little bell that would usually have you scrambling to reach the kitchens from the dining hall. 

“I have to admit, that bell makes me react very strangely when I’m in here,” you smiled at Bradley as you fixed a strand of your hair that had fallen before your eyes, back into your cap.

He smirked softly at you “And yet, it always takes you so long to get in here…” he teased. Opening your mouth in mock surprise, you swatted at Bradley with the cloth you had slung over your shoulder, he only laughed, grabbing a hold of the other end of the cloth, pulling it into his own hands as it slipped out of your fingers. Rolling your eyes, you exited Bradley’s side to resume your duties on pastry, looking at the two new tickets that had come in.

A small smile was still apparent on your lips as you made the two ice cream desserts, taking extra care with the whipped cream - spending time fixing the strawberries and chocolate sauce to your liking, before ringing the bell with a happy grin. 

Looking up, you frowned. The warm plates that Bradley and you had fixed were still there.

“Bradley… it’s been almost four minutes! Those will get cold! Where is everyone?” you looked worriedly towards the door that led to the dining hall. Bradley glanced at you and chuckled before looking at the plates “Yup, they’re almost dead,” he frowned slightly before slamming his large palm down on the bell, making it ring out angrily in rapid succession - something you hated when you were in the front of the restaurant. You understood the urgency now though. 

“Those look real good, by the way,” Bradley commented, nodding towards your desserts. “Way better than Mickey,” he winked jokingly, and you felt heat spread slowly across your cheeks. Swallowing hard, you looked at your creations, a feeling of pride filling you at Bradley’s praise. 

“They’re starting to melt now though…” you pouted, furrowing your brows, considering for only a moment before you too let your palm slam down on your own bell harshly.

Bradley let out the loudest laugh of the night at that before he howled “Atta girl!” you grinned at him, leveling him with a look. And it seemed as if understanding passed before the two of you as you simultaneously slammed your hands down on your bells - making them ring in tandem at different pitches. 

Bradley’s low chuckles mingled with your giggles as a flustered John and Angie came running into the kitchens. Bradley’s face immediately fell and turned sour as they approached, and his tone took the all too familiar tone it usually did when it reprimanded you. He chewed them out before telling them to hurry the fuck up. 

“... and Bambi’s desserts are melting! Get a fucking move on!” he added at the end, sending you a conspiratorial wink, before turning back to his ovens and grill. In spite of the warmth that spread in your stomach and the grin on your face, you took pity on Ange and John, and swiftly grabbed the ice creams and went out into the front of the restaurant to deliver them to the table. 

The rest of the shift is spent joking around with Bradley, getting to know him just a smidge more, and slowly letting yourself act the way you usually do around your other co-workers with him. As he riles you up with jibes at the wait staff, you give as good as he does, and he balks at some of your more risque jokes and comebacks. Those times make you smirk to yourself as you clean up your station at the end of the shift. 

Waving goodbye to Bradley, you let out a giddy squeak as you sat in your car, letting out a long sigh of happiness as sparks flew through you at rapid speed. You couldn’t wait to come back to work tomorrow, having ended this shift on such a good note with Bradley.

As you fell asleep that night, you envision that Bradley might treat you as he treated Mir and Angie now, maybe even how he treated Mickey. You saw before you greeting him with a smile and getting one of those gorgeous ones back. Imagined making him laugh and making a point of hurrying into the kitchen, maybe slamming the bell jokingly if he wasn't at his station. The smile that tugged at the corners of your lips didn’t wane as sleep overtook you. 

The next day you giddily fixed your hair and makeup a little extra, spent a little extra time picking out jeans that hugged your curves and made your ass look just that little bit more juicy, and a black tight top that complimented your figure, before taking care to leave a little extra early to work.

Dancing into the kitchen, you saw Jake was back behind the kitchen counters, and he greeted you happily as your sunny grin spread sunshine around the otherwise silent room. 

“Hiya Chef!” you sang happily to Bradley, leaning on the counter to let your starry eyes meet his. You saw his jaw clench, his brown eyes that had been alight with mirth and kindness yesterday was once again cold and stand-offish. Blinking in confusion as Bradley swallowed hard, you tilted your head slightly at his reaction. You reached out, looking to see if anything had happened to him, when he uttered one dismissing word in greeting;

“Flounder.” 

It felt like a punch in the gut. He had looked away from you, disinterested as he continued to work. As if you weren’t there. As if yesterday had never happened at all. As if he hadn’t promised not to call you that anymore.

Drawing in a sharp breath, you turned swiftly to walk back to the front of the restaurant, a leaden weight sinking deep into the pit of your stomach as you ignored the way tears burned behind your lids.

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ahhh rooster what the fuck?? ugh I love him. stupid man! sorry for the wait for this! how are we feeling???

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[ordinaryschmuck]

David Zaslav is on the phone as he enters his office.

David: It's nothing personal, it's just business. But don't worry, once another buyer offers eighty million, you'll have your property back. Okay? Okay. Goodbye, Mom. Love you.

He hangs up and notices a package left on his desk.

David: Huh. That's peculiar.

He walks over and sees that it's addressed to him. With a shrug, he opens it up.

*WHACK*!

And gets hits in the face with a springy boxing glove.

***

A burlap sack is ripped off David's head. He looks around and sees he's in a form of a warehouse, with the only light being the shining above him. In the shadows, he hears a crunch of somekind.

???: Eh, *tsk-tsk* What's up, Doc?

Out from the shadows comes Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, Yosemite Sam, and even Foghorn Leghorn. They do NOT look happy.

David: Who...Who ARE you? WHAT are you?

Sam: OOOOOOOOOOOH!

He pulls out his guns.

Sam: Now I KNOW y'all didn't just say that you--

Bugs waves a hand in front of Sam.

Bugs: It's okay, Sammy Boy. Can't blame da poor, dumb, foolish suckah. (To David) Do ya know who Mickey Mouse is, Doc?

David: Is...that who you are?

Daffy: Doeth he look like a MOUTHE, you buffoon?!

Bugs: Daf. (To David) Mickey's the mascot of Disney, YOUR competitor. Fer bettah or woise, he represents da company. And to dis day is the backbone dat made Disney what it is. As for me and my compatriots, dat's who WE are for Warner Brudders.

David: I-I'm the CEO of Warner Brothers DISCOVERY.

Foghorn: Which is, I say, which is the result of merging with WARNER BROTHERS, ya dumb pig! No offense, Pork.

Porky: N-N-No-No-No offense taken.

Bugs: (To David) Ya see, Doc, we're da Looney Tunes. Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, Foghorn Leghorn, and Yosemite Sam. Ya see, while Walter was makin' the mouse dat would rule the world wid a goofy cartoon mouse that entertained the kiddies, we's was making some CLASS. Cartoons dat dee adults AND kids could appreciate, wid witty dialogue and cartoonish slapstick. Me and Daf, here? We made bank off a short where we discussed who got shot by Elmer Fudd, where da joke was ALWAYS Daffy getting hit.

Daffy: Took a lot of shotth to make that comedy gold. LIterally.

Bugs: And it worked. Wid a poifect simple premise dat people always remember, wid people going "Wabbit Season, Duck Season" to dis day. Dat's who we are, Doc...And ya messed it all up.

Sam: Ya messed with the WRONG pardners, Davie!

David: H-How? How did I mess with you?!

Bugs: Hey, don't feel too bad. Warner Brudders' have been messing wid us for years, but we always took it on the chin. Dey want us to do TWO basketball movies? Dey want us to get rid of Pepe Le Pew? Why not. He stunk anyway and we wanted him out for years. Dey want our iconic image for an animated sitcom? We did it. 'Cause we're da Looney Tunes. We can sell ANYTHING.

Porky: I-I-I actually l-l-li-lo-li-lo--Really enjoyed the sitcom.

Bugs: Okay, it can be argued dat da sitcom is criminally underrated, but dat's besides the point. What I'm getting at is dat we're willing ta sell anything just as long as we get some of dat green ourselves. But ya made a mistake, Doc. Ya see, you went after one of our own.

He makes a "come here" gesture, and both Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner come out from the shadows as well, with Road Runner comforting the Coyote.

Bugs: Pepe Le Pew is one thing. We understand that his sense of humor doesn't fit well wid dis day and age. But Wile? Oh brudder, why did ya have to mess wid him?

David: What did I do to him?!

Bugs: Coyote Vs. ACME. Ringin' any bells?

David: That...movie no one wants to buy?

Bugs: A movie ya overselled for a quick buck. A movie dat people worked night and day on. A movie written by James Gunn, yer golden boy who you have fixin' yer DC franchise.

Foghorn: Which is, I say, which is a whole DIFFERENT can a worms.

Bugs, ignoring him: A movie dat stars our very own Wile E. Coyote. A character who's toons and silly antics are timeless and, I'll admit, makes bank better than me. Wit no dialogue, just expressions and goofy signs, him and da Road Runner are characters where the possibility is limited by da power of imagination. And a movie where he sues ACME over their failed gadgets? Well, I'd watch that. Wouldn't you, boys?

The others all murmur in agreement.

David: Well, it might not make a profit--

Bug: Space Jam 2 made TWICE of what yer trying ta sell Wile's movie for. Ya would think that a man desperate to make money would release a film featuring their most iconic brand to get him MORE money. But, no, that's what a GOOD business man would do.

David: Please! I-It wasn't anything personal! I didn't even WATCH the movie!

The Tunes all stare at him.

Bugs: ...Ya didn't WATCH it?

David: N-No?

Bugs: You were willing to sell, shelve, and even DELETE a movie from existence because ya don't think it won't make a profit. Except ya nevah THOUGHT ta watch it yerself and make yer judgment?

David: ...Running a business is REALLY hard--

Bugs: You MAROON. You marooniest maroon that's ever marooned. I can't even comprehend how not only did you get yer job but how ya STILL have a job despite all da STOOPID decisions you've made in--How long has he been in charge?

Porky: A-A-A--Nearly t-two years, boss.

Bugs: TWO YEARS. Ya've been in charge for TWO YEARS and managed to cost da studio so much money that ya could compare it to da GREAT DEPRESSION! If Disney loses dat money, dey can make it back wid anothah Marvel movie or a live action remake of Moana! WE ain't Disney, Doc! We need every dime we get and we're losin' it because a YOU!

David: ...

Bugs: Honestly, we was initially thinkin' a beatin' the snot out a yous and leaking da movie to da public. But now? Woof. NOW I know yer as dumb as an animal. And an animal needs to be treated as an animal.

He pulls out a dog whistle and gives it a blow. Within seconds, a small, brown tornado bursts through a wall in the warehouse and zooms over to the group, stopping its spin to reveal The Tasmanian Devil.

Bugs: Have ya heard of the Tasmanian Devil, David? Who am I kidding, of COURSE ya haven't. Well, let's just say that he'd be happy to meet you.

Taz looks at David, licks his lips, and starts jumping for joy as he heads over to him.

David: No. No! NOOOOOOOOOOOO--

***

David stands before a press conference, clothes torn up and his body bandaged.

David: I am now announcing that I'm stepping down as CEO of Warner Brothers Discovery...And as my last act, I will release Coyote Vs. ACME to the public.

Reporter: And are you going to release Batgirl too?

David: Well, no, that movie's unreleasable--

A batarang lands in front of him.

David: ...Batgirl and Coyote Vs. ACME. Both coming soon...to a theater or streaming service near you.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

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[crazyk-imagine]

Rekindle with an Angel but, Don’t Break her Heart

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Pilot!reader (present), Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x Pilot!reader (past) - Briefly mentioned

Characters: Pilot!reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Penny Benjamin, Eric, Jack, and Mark (Bartenders), Delilah (reader’s little sister), Larry (main range control man), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky (briefly mentioned?), Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, Bernie "Hondo" Coleman, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Billy "Fritz" Avalone

Warnings: Angst, fluff, cursing, Jake becoming a softy for reader, not opening up to people when its necessary, jealous pilots being dicks, reader having a past with a few pilots (platonic and not), jealous pilots hurting the reader 

Word Count: 9,733

Gif is from @unicornships​

A/N: You guys have no idea how happy I am to finally be able to post this. I have had this in my doc for months... thank you for coming to my ted talk

*Was not expecting this to be this long. Definitely a surprise for me

Answers to RWAABDBHH

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You could say it was a bit of a surprise when Pete called. You haven’t heard from him for a few months (after your minor disagreement) and he really needed to speak to you and calling the bar was the only way he could make sure you wouldn’t screen his call... again. 

It was just about after the third ring; you pick up the phone. “Hard Deck, bartender speaking.” 

He smiles. “Good to hear your voice again, Angel.” 

You’re surprised, you didn’t think he’d call the landline ever. 

 He usually tries not to call the bar as much as possible, not wanting people to butt into your business since your coworkers know what you did before joining the Hard Deck. 

 You decide to be nice and put in the effort to have a conversation with him. “Finally took a break from the sky’s, did you?” 

He chuckles, “you’ve still got that sense of humor. Good.” 

You sigh so much for being nice. “What’re planning?” 

He lets out a faux noise of offense. “Why do you assume I’m up to no good?” 

You scoff through your nose, “I didn’t say that. But now that you mention it, are you?” 

He says nothing. 

“Goodbye, Maverick.” 

“Hang on-” He sighs, staring at the phone. ‘Please don’t hate me.’ He steps back into the room. “Did you speak to her?” 

“I did.” 

“And?” 

“She’ll be here soon.” ‘Don’t hate me, Angel.’  

A few hours later…

The lunch rush ends only for the midnight rush to begin, although when you think about it, it’s not actually midnight, but it sounds better than, it’s dark, drink up. And that’s when you stopped letting the other bartenders come up with names. 

You turn to call for Eric or Jack to help out with drinks only to find they’re busy taking care of their sections. 

Penny calls you over, “can you take care of anyone who comes over here while I go over there?” 

“Yeah. Go take care of the customers over there.” You finish making the drinks, keeping the customers satisfied and willing to give a decent tip. You walk over towards Penny, “I’m gonna start cleaning up a bit. Jack’s finishing putting the latest order away in the back and Eric is getting ready to start in the kitchen. We have a few minutes to do some of the “boring” work so we’re doing it when we can.” 

She nods, “got it.” 

-

A few more show up, the crowd starting to become livelier in your section. 

Penny walks over to you and helps you with cleaning the glasses and wiping down the counters after the customers move away and sit at one of the few vacant tables. “I need you to take care of that table over there.” 

You nod to Penny, walking away with the drinks for the group of pilots, “be back in five, Peggy Sue.” 

She shakes her head, sighing although she has a smile on her face. “Please, just once, use my name.” 

You turn to look over your shoulder, whispering “never.” You walk away before she could say anything else. 

-

“Here are your-” You happen to glance up and find one of your old friends from school, jabbing a mustached man (with a questionable fashion sense) in the gut, “fuck.” 

You hand the last beer to – one of the khakis, as you mumble to yourself, “why?” 

When she turns around to grab her drink, her eyes widen at the sight of you. 

“Hey, Phoxy. How’ve you been? I’d love to talk but-” 

She shakes her head, getting out of her thoughts as she grabs your wrist. “You are not getting out this. We’re talking right now.” 

You sigh, feeling yourself being pulled elsewhere. So much for not running into anyone from your past. 

She whirls around, facing you. “Where the hell have you been?! What happened to you? You graduated early, got a job at the best pilot school and leave with little to no contact. I mean seriously, what the hell, Wings?” 

You glance back at her angry face every so often unable to keep eye contact with her. “I can’t talk to you about this, Natasha.” 

“Now, we’re back on a first name basis. Is that what our friendship has gone down to? I thought we were closer than that.” 

You sigh, “don’t give me that attitude-” 

“I’ll stop giving you attitude when you talk to me.” She finally takes notice of your expression, her’s softens, “what happened?” 

You swallow the saliva that’s stuck in your throat. “I can’t talk to you about this right now.” 

She opens her mouth to say something else, but you stop her, placing a hand on her forearm.

“It’s a long story and I really don’t think now is a good time to talk about this, okay?” Your hand falls off her arm before you walk away. 

She sighs unsure of how to handle the situation. You obviously don’t want to talk about whatever happened and it’s throwing her off. Nothing like this ever happened before and she really doesn’t know how to help you. 

-

Jake furrows his brows, after watching you brush her off. A smirk appears across his lips. ‘Interesting.’ 

Natasha stands beside Bob, absent mindlessly watching the others play pool. 

“So,” Jake says, extending of the letter “O”, brings Natasha out of her thoughts. 

“What do you want Bagman?” 

“What was that about?” He asks, with a mix of a concerning and nosey tone. 

“It’s none of your business,” she snaps. 

He smiles, “I could easily make it my business, Princess Phoenix. You forget we all went to the same school.” 

“I am this close,” she pinches her fingers together. “To getting drunk so I can’t hear your ass.” 

“Your fingers are touching,” Bob points out. 

“I know.” 

Rueben sits beside her with Mickey playing pool against Jake and Bradley playing against Logan. “What do you think happened with her?” asks Reuben. 

“I don’t know,” she says, shrugging. “This is the first time I’ve seen her since we were in school together.” 

“So, you didn’t hear the rumors.” 

“What rumors?” She turns to him with raised brows. 

“One of the ones I heard was that she got in a fight and got kicked out.” 

“She wouldn’t do that,” Natasha says, defending you. She knows you’re not dumb enough to do anything like that.  

Two days later…

Thankfully today the bar opens a little later than usual as you decline Cyclone’s call. 

The door opening gets you to pause, you don’t want it to look like you’re on your phone and sigh, tucking the item into your back pocket. Although you didn’t see it, it was only one of the bartenders who does the late shift.

Penny walks over with new rags. “You okay?” 

You quickly give her a fake tight-lipped smile. “Peachy.” 

“They still trying to bring you back officially.” You shrug, not entirely in the mood to talk about this, as usual. 

“I know you don’t want to hear this but you’re good. You are… the only pilot that I like enough to call my friend and I know working here is making you miserable.” 

You open your mouth to argue with the classic, “no. I’m happy here.” 

She shakes her head, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “Don’t argue with me on this, I know you are and it’s okay. I’m not taking it to heart because being in the sky has been your dream for such a long time and you were miserable when your arm was healing, and you still are because you’re not in the air because that’s where you belong.” 

You clench your jaw, the burning sensation in your nose prevents you from answering her. 

“What if I’m not the same?” 

She tilts her head, trying to understand what you’re saying. 

“What if I’ve lost my speed or- or my quick thinking, you know. What if- what if I’m in the air and that’s when they realize that I’m not good enough to be at Top Gun anymore.” You sniff, wiping the corners of your eyes. 

“They’d be stupid to let you go.” 

“I know you’re just saying that but, thank you.” 

She knows you don’t like it when people try to comfort you, but her maternal instincts take over and she pulls you in for a hug and letting you take your time to calm down. “Better?” 

“No, you made me talk about my feelings. I’m upset.” 

She chuckles, “you’ll have to put those feelings on the back burner because we still have to get ready for tonight.” 

“Has anybody cleaned back here yet?” Mark asks. 

“Not yet, I’m coming over to help you.” She turns back towards you. “Are you sure you’re gonna be alright?” 

“Yep. Get back to work, Pegs.” 

The older woman shakes her head.  

Four days later...  

You were surprised when he tried the Hard Deck’s landline and calling the bar is the only way he can make sure you wouldn’t screen his call... again. 

It was just about after the third ring when you pick up the phone. “Hard Deck, bartender speaking.” 

He chuckles, “good, you’re still there... how are you?” 

“You’re clearly up to something that I’m not gonna like and with how many times Beau has called me, I’m gonna say that it involves Top Gun which I told you and him that I’m not coming back so stop calling me if you’re gonna keep asking about that.” 

“I’m- I’m not-” 

“Goodbye Maverick.” 

You slam the phone done onto the wall receiver before walking away, shaking your head. “Oh... you’re here.” You turn around finding your boss, standing there. “Why do you have that look on your face?” 

“What look?” She asks, setting her stuff down in the back office. 

“The look you have when you know stuff that involves me or my past,” you pause, searching for the right word. “Job.” 

“Well- I mean, there is this one thing.” 

“And that thing is?” 

“A group of people are coming here today.” 

“A group of who people?” 

“A teacher and his students.” 

“Children students?” You ask, hoping it’s not who you think it is. 

She shakes her head. 

You groan and drop your head onto the bar top.  

Two hours later...  

The sound of cars scares you and sends you to “find a broom” in the storage closet. 

You hope if you stay inside and hide long enough unit they’re gone so, you won’t have to deal with certain people (playboys or people you typically went to, for “guidance”). But then again, maybe it would be good to see Natasha again and her friends. 

You shake your head remembering the two separate times when she was paired with Bradley and then when Mickey and Rueben were put into their little squad... the smile falls from your face when you think about your old squad. 

You gulp, having a hard time swallowing the spit that built up in your mouth. 

Would it be a good idea if you looked for Penny and told her you weren’t feeling good? 

You know it wouldn’t end the way you’d want it to but that doesn’t mean you can’t- the clacking and snapping of flip flops and shoes has you pause. You don’t move as they all pass by. 

The sounds of their voices carrying throughout the bar fills you with a mix of sadness but you bite back your tongue because there’s no one else to blame but you; you’re the one who pushed everyone away, you’re the one who didn’t tell anyone the... truth about what happened but that’s the past; all you can do is move on and live whatever life you have. 

You still can’t believe you saw her. You knew it was bound to happen at some point and yet, it was still a sucker punch to the gut. And to hear that the reason they’re all here, being taught by the Maverick is for a life-threatening mission and they wanted the best of the best from your generation is still so crazy. 

Once you're out of your thoughts, you realize everyone’s moved outside and it’s okay for you to exit the closet now. You don’t find anyone else but Penny, who wipes down the counter. “What’re you doing in here?” You ask, taking careful steps closer to the bar. 

“Cleaning before tonight.” 

“I can do that,” you offer. 

She shakes her head, “no. I couldn’t leave you in here by yourself to clean. I should be doing it.” 

“That’s the good thing about having someone who’s ignoring people they knew. They’re very helpful and will clean everything.” 

She turns to look at you, “that’s not funny.” 

“You’re right, it’s not but you always say you want me to be honest and this is it.” You continue before she could get a word in. “Nope, you deserve to finish your book and check out the eye candy. I’m sure there’s a certain old flame of yours out there that wouldn’t mind you ogling him.” 

“Cheeky.” 

“It’s called the truth, neither of you can hide your feelings whenever either one of you glances back at the other.” 

“You think so?” She asks, sounding so unsure, something you’ve never heard from her before. 

“Absolutely.” 

A heavy sigh slips past her lips. “Are you sure?” 

“I am,” you nod. “Yes. Absolutely. One hundred percent. Please leave.” 

The older woman smiles, “okay, okay. I’m going.” 

-

All you gotta say is, Pete’s lucky you’re a nice person. No one asked for you to make anyone drinks but you know they’re gonna need something and you know water ain’t gonna cut it right away. 

You finish and set the drinks on a tray before heading out the back. 

You scoff, watching as the line of boys fall with the playboy raising his arms up in celebration at an “obvious” win. You shake your head at the sight and conveniently, it’s like he sensed someone watching him and looks over in your direction, giving you a cocky wave. 

You groan looking away, jumping at the sight of Penny sitting there. “When did you get here?” 

“You’re the one who told me to come out here.” 

You give her a suspicious look. 

“What were you doing out here?” 

You throw an arm out, gesturing to the scene in front of you, "watching as they get sand in places sand shouldn't be. I feel bad for them honestly." 

She covers her mouth, hiding her laughter, "that's what you're worried about?" 

You wrap your arm around her shoulder, leaning your head on hers, "sand is no joke, Peggy Sue." 

She shakes her head, "still not my name." 

"And, yet you respond to it." You start taking the drinks off the tray, setting them a few inches away from her book, not wanting it to get wet. The last cup, you set down in front of her. "Make sure they drink something." 

"Okay, mom.” 

"Hey, hey. Dehydration is no joke. Neither is-" 

She cuts you off, finishing your sentence, "getting sand in places it shouldn't be." 

You nod, "exactly." You take one last look at the group, the happiness you shared with Penny vanishes when you remember the different life you had a year ago. You sigh, shaking your head as you head back inside. 

Penny frowns, knowing you miss being a part of the pilot life, even if you don’t want to admit it. 

-

You clean a few glasses you missed earlier, preparing for the “midnight” shift. After cleaning the inside of the now, clean glasses you set them up so, they’re ready to go for later. You set the rag down on the bar top, reaching for the phone in your back pocket, annoyed at the person who keeps calling you. 

The Godfather Accept □ Decline □

You click the answer button. "I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again. No. I won’t be in the air anytime soon. Stop calling." You hang up before Beau could say anything else. 

“How the hell could he have known to call now?” You groan, realizing what happened, “Maverick. Oh, you son of a-” 

The door slams open, putting Penny on high alert. 

-

"Mitchell! Hey, Mitchell!" You shout at the man sitting in the stupid lawn chair you just want to- You shove his chest before pointing your finger at him, “you are an absolute idiot! Do you know that?” 

“Hey, there’s no need for name calling, Angel.” 

“Do NOT use that name with me right now.” You stand a few inches away from him with a clenched jaw. “I told you and everyone else there, I’m done. I’m not going back in the air. I can’t.” 

He knows you’re hurting but you can’t keep pushing yourself away from what you’re good at. “You can, you’re just choosing not to.” 

“You don’t know what happened and you never will. So, stop trying to force me into coming back.” 

“I would but, you’re one of the good ones and anyone would be lucky to have you up in the air with them.” 

No one notices the blow up going on in the back as they continue with their game, well, except for Bob who happens to see everything going on. 

You bite your tongue, taking a step back. “You don’t get too sweet talk to me into coming back. If I feel I’m ready, you’ll see me in the air.” 

“But what if he’s right,” a deep voice says, walking closer to you. 

You glance back at your godfather and whirl around to face Maverick once more. “You called him?!” 

Now is when he struggles to give you an answer. “I didn’t- this isn’t how I wanted this to happen.” 

“But you made it happen.” 

“He didn’t.” Beau stands beside you. “I did. You know you’re good, and being in the air is where you belong. You know it, I know it, your parents knew it when you kept asking me about my job when you were seven.” 

You turn around, facing him. “If you wanted me to come back so bad, why didn’t you come to me yourself?” 

“I did-” 

You shake your head, “no, calling is completely different than you coming to me and talking to me.” 

“It’s hard to do that when one of you won’t talk about what happened.” 

-

A young girl runs out the back door. 

You turn at the sound of a child calling screaming your name, just in time as the short body tumbles into you. “Hey kiddo.” You pull back, bending down Delilah doesn’t have to stare up at you. 

“Hi,” she says, giving you a wide smile with her gap in her front bottom teeth that always gets you to smile. 

“How was school?” 

“Boring but, I did good on my spelling test.” 

You give her a high five, “awesome. See all that studying does pay off.” 

She groans, “I know. Can we go swimming now?” 

You nod, “I gotta change but I’ll be quick, okay?” 

She nods. 

You glance over your shoulder, talking to Pete, “and don’t break her heart again. She’s good for you and your, sort of, good for her.” 

He nods. 

“Come on, Del. We gotta get ready for some fun!” You bend down, lifting her over your shoulder. 

Delilah squeals, giggling while you walk back towards the table. 

Penny looks up from her book, “you want me to watch her while you change?” 

You nod, “please?” 

“Of course, but you gotta put her down first.” 

You set Delilah on the edge of the table, helping her hop down so she can sit beside Penny. You stare at the sand while walking back, the phantom pain in your shoulder returns. 

You hold your arm against your stomach, using your non dominant hand to open the door. 

-

Beau watches as you walk away, noticing how you’ve closed yourself off like you did when your parents died. 

-

“What was that about?” Bob asks Natasha when she sits down beside him at the table, reaching for one of the glasses. She shrugs, “I don’t know. Maybe we should-” 

“That’s not a good idea,” Penny interrupts. 

“Why?” Natasha asks. 

“She’s-” she glances down at a distracted Delilah, “uh- she's still working through some things.” 

The younger woman doesn’t say much after that. 

-

You stand in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your shoulder. 

You still remember what the asshole did to you, you may not remember the sounds, but you certainly remember the hand hitting your ribs, forcing you off the ladder. 

You slam onto the ground. The pain radiating in your shoulder, you couldn’t move it and you knew for a fact, it wasn’t good. 

The ladder fell on your calf, fracturing your tibia. And to top it all off, the asshole had the audacity to laugh as he knelt beside your head; his hand clamped on your chin, forcing you took look at him. 

You don’t remember how you got out of there. 

You don’t realize you’re hyperventilating until your body forces you to take quick, unsteady breaths. 

Jake walks in with a smirk, expecting to find you around somewhere, hoping to talk to you (partly to piss off Natasha and to see what’s got you so frazzled, you’ve never acted like this before). 

All and any humor fall from his face when he realizes you’re crying. He stands beside you, placing a hand on your arm. 

You jerk back, tripping over your foot. 

He’s quick to hold onto you, forcing you to stand up before you could fall. 

You can feel his hand on your cheek and know he’s asking you questions but you can’t get enough air into your system to reply. 

Jake wraps his arms around you, pressing you against him; he wraps one of your arms around his neck, the other flush against your waist. He hugs you. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” 

You close your eyes, trying to calm down. The tears roll down your cheeks faster than you would like but, Jake says nothing about it and continues to comfort you. 

You move your arm off you, wrapping it around his lower back, clenching his shirt in your shaky fist. You’ve calmed down enough to realize, Jake, the infamous flirty playboy is whispering comforting things in your ear. 

Your head rests two inches from the crook of his neck. 

“How are you feeling?” 

You sniff, “fine.” 

“You okay enough to let go of my shirt?” 

There it is. You give him one last squeeze before pulling away from him. You look up, wiping your cheeks, “how’s it feel?” 

“How does what feel?” He asks, pulling a paper towel out of the dispenser, wetting it in the sink. 

“Not being the reason, a woman cries.” 

“What makes you say that?” He cups the back of your neck, wiping your cheeks to get rid of the wet mascara streaks. 

“You say you bring all your hookups to tears.” 

The corner of his lips tugs upwards. “I knew you were listening to me.” 

Your roll your eyes, “yeah, because you take up half of my section.”

“Maybe it’s because I want your eyes on me.” 

You shake your head, taking it out of his hand; pushing past him to throw away the wet, black stained paper towel. You reach for another, making sure to get rid of any evidence that you were crying. “Why’re you in here?” 

“It’s a bathroom,” he shrugs. 

“Then go.” 

“I’d rather not.” 

“We all use a bathroom.” 

He chuckles, “it’s not that.” 

“Hookup?” 

He shakes his head, “no, not really my scene anymore.” 

“Is it because of the mission?” 

“Maybe.” 

You throw away the paper towel, turning back towards the sink; turning on the faucet to cup cold water in your hands and splash your face. You need a little more energy if you’re going to have a day at the beach with your favorite little girl. 

The sink turns off, you assume it was Jake. 

You open your eyes, staring down at the drain. Your chest heaves with every breath you take. You shake your hands, reaching up to wipe away the droplets on your chin. “You know,” you start, “I figured while you were here, you’d be waiting until later for some- uh- stress relief.” 

“You offering?” He leans against the wall with his arms crossed. 

“Yeah,” you look up, staring at him with no emotion. 

His smirks drops and he squints his eyes, trying to decipher whether you’re lying. “Really?” 

“No.” You snatch a paper towel and pat your face dry. “Seriously, thank you for helping me but- uh- could you not mention this to anyone else?” 

“It’s not my place to talk about it. You know that.” 

“Still, thank you. You’re oddly good at giving really good hugs.” 

He shakes his head, “I can honestly say, no one except you has been the one to tell me that.” 

“I’m happy to be the first.” 

Your phone buzzes again, you groan, yanking it of your pocket. You don’t even need to see the number before you press the power button, shutting your phone off. “Looks like I have to go back out there.” 

“Save my spot?” 

“Can’t promise you anything? Does it look like I’ve been crying?” 

He steps on front of you, staring into your eyes for a minute. 

You’re worried he’s seeing something you don’t see; his stare makes you nervous, butterflies in your belly, the whole nine yards... which worries you because you only ever feel this way when you like someone. Oh crap. You thought those were gone. 

He shakes his head, getting out of his thoughts “no, you’re good.” 

“You sure?” 

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” 

You weren’t expecting him to say that. “Okay.” You exit the bathroom, heading for the bar. 

-

“You alright? You looked upset back there?” Penny asks. 

You nod with a tight lip smile, “I’m good, Peggy Sue.” 

“Why don’t you take the night off? You know spend the rest of the day with Delilah.” 

“You need help behind here later.” 

“I’ve got it, besides Mary, Travis, and Jamie work tonight.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“You haven’t stopped working since I hired you. Take the night off. You deserve it.” 

“Are you really-” 

“Yes, I’m sure. You deserve to take the night off.” 

-

“You gonna play game with us or not?” Natasha asks, stepping away from the others. 

“I mean I could, if it’s alright with you and the others.” 

“After we swim though, right?” 

You tilt your head at your little sister who holds onto one Mickey’s shoulders. “You’re gonna have to climb off Mick in order for that to happen sweetie.” 

“Let me down. Let me down. If I don’t do it now, she won’t go out with me.” 

You scoff, “that’s not true.” 

“You did it last time.” 

“Because you were napping.” 

“I was... resting my eyes.” 

“Well, then lets’ go before you need to rest your eyes again.” 

“Can I come?” 

You glance back at the man with a buzzcut. “You want to go back outside? Aren’t you hot?” 

“Did someone call me hot?” Jake asks, placing his hand on your lower back, letting you know he’s right behind you. 

“No one did, Bagman,” Natasha chimes in. 

“I wasn’t talking to you, Princess Phoenix.” 

“You’re so nice,” you mumble.” 

“Only when it counts, sweetheart. You know that,” he whispers in your ear. 

You jerk your arm back, elbowing him in the stomach. 

“There’s that spark.” He wheezes out. “I knew you remembered.” 

“That’s payback for leaving me out to dry.” 

“It was one time.” 

“It was four times and each time I wound up saving your ass.” 

“We’re going swimming now,” Delilah interrupts, dragging Mickey behind her as Rueben laughs his ass off at the sight of a child dragging his grown friend outside, matching the same pace as her. 

“If you two can stop with the flirting, then I can talk to my friend.” 

“Not before I do.” 

“I thought you left, Maverick,” you say with a curt tone. 

“Just let me say what I need to say then I’ll stop trying to explain myself.” 

“Fine.” You huff, “follow me.” 

-

Natasha glances back at Jake with raised brows. “What?” 

“You know what? It didn’t work out the first time. What makes you think it would work again?” 

He doesn’t say anything because she’s right, if it didn’t work out the first time, why would anything be different now. “Nothing.” 

She takes note of his sad demeanor. “Wait- Jake.” 

He walks out before she could apologize. 

-

“What do you want, Maverick?” 

“You to not call me that.” 

He sees the little response he gets out of you and decides not to push it. “Okay, I’m gonna cut to the chase-” 

“You’d be wise to.” 

He purses his lips at the comment. “Cyclone wants you back because he thinks you’d be able to help show everyone that this mission is possible.” 

“No, he doesn’t.” 

“Okay, fine. Cyclone wants you back and I think you’d be the better candidate to help me show everyone its possible. I can’t tell you anything about it but, let me finish, I see the look you’re giving me. You can match the speed required for this mission. I know you can. This will be a walk in the park for you.” 

“As much as I enjoy you trying to kiss my ass. I’m gonna have to pass.” 

You spin around, slamming the door open; your foot hadn’t touched the floor when he asked, “so, you’ll be there tomorrow.” 

You step into the doorway, eyes wandering around the bar. ‘Is it really time for me to leave to leave this place?’ “I expect you to keep up with me.” 

He lets out a victory chuckle. 

-

You shake your head, biting your lip to keep you from smiling. “Pen?” 

“You’re covered forever. Let me know when you want to give in your two weeks.” 

“Wow! You sound excited to get rid of me.” 

“I am because you’re going back to do what you were born to do.” 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “I have a current little problem who is probably trying to drown grown men right now.” 

“Yeah, please save them before you lose your friends.” 

“Not my friends.” 

“Fine, your squad!” 

You shake your head and smile as you walk out the back door. 

-

“Finally.” 

“Oh, hush.” You smile, lifting her in your arms. 

“Look who joined the party.” 

“Oh, Bagman. You joined us.” 

He smirks, one eyebrow rising about the frame of his sunglasses. “Who said you could use that nickname?” 

“No one but it’s better than anything I could come up with.” 

“And she admits it.” 

You scoff, setting Delilah back on the ground, letting her run back into the ocean so she and Mickey can have a splash fight. 

“Admit it, you’ve missed this.” 

You scoff, “I’ve missed nothing about you.” 

“See that’s where we beg to differ.” 

Natasha groans and drags you away from him, forcing you to sit beside her and Bob. “What’s got you so happy?” 

You shrug, “nothing.” 

She narrows her eyes at you before her eyes widen and jaw drops to the floor. “Are you- are you coming back?” 

“What? No.” 

“Yes, you are! You have your pre-flight glow.” 

“I plead the fifth.” 

“Fine, I’ll pretend like I don’t know you’re coming back,” she says and then throws herself onto you, hugging you tightly. 

You chuckle, patting the arm she has wrapped across your chest. 

“I’m so happy you’re coming back,” she whispers into your shoulder. 

“I know you are,” you lean back into her. “I am too.” 

Delilah calls out for her. 

“Aunt Nat duty calls. Get up.” 

You groan, giving her enough room to move out of the way. “You’re no fun.” 

“I am fun!” 

You enjoy the warmth filling your heart as you watch Natasha, Mickey, and Reuben playing with her as Jake observes. 

“How are you?” 

“What?” The one with glasses asks. 

“How are you?” 

“Me? You’re talking to me?” 

“There’s no one else here and you seem less likely to annoy me.” 

“Oh? I don’t know if I’m supposed to say thank you or not.” 

“It’s not necessary but you’re welcome,” you nudge his arm with your elbow. 

“I think they’d be mad if I tried to talk to you without them here,” he mumbles. 

You furrow your brows trying to figure out what he’s talking about. “I don’t know who they are, but I know they would, and they can suck it up.” You scoot closer to him, who holds his snack of choice to you, silently offering you some. “Not now, person who’s name I still don’t know. Thank you though.” 

He nods. “Oh, I’m Bob.” He quickly wipes his hand on his shorts before holding it out for you to shake. 

“Well, Bob, it’s nice to meet you. It’s always good to know the people watching out for your friends.” 

“Uh- oh- I’m not-” 

“I know,” you give him a small smile, so he knows not to worry. “You’re not a pilot but a back seater and I hear the way I said it hut I promise I mean nothing bad about it, I’m just making an observation. I’ve known a few good back seaters in my day. Do you have a call sign Bob?” 

He shakes his head, “ah, no. It’s Bob just- just Bob. Although the blond one with the sunglasses, he came up with an acronym for Bob.” 

“Of course, he did. What’d he say?” 

“Baby on board.” 

You groan. “That’s terrible.” 

“I know.” 

“I mean the acronym. Don’t get me wrong he shouldn’t be saying this to his fellow teammates but that was just, terrible. He did not put any effort into it.” 

“I guess not.” 

“I’m gonna give you a makeshift call sign, something special just for you... Bound outta buoyancy.” You shake your head, “that doesn’t work.” You mumble other potential words in your head. “Okay all I’m coming up with is something that ends in buoyancy, and I mean like no other word besides that one.” 

“Why?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“No, I mean- why are you trying to come up with a call sign for me?” 

“You should have one that isn’t a shorter version of your name, even though Bob is a cute nickname.” 

“Oh... thanks.” He pushes his glasses up, “Natasha mentioned you were nice but, I didn’t expect you to be this nice.” 

You turn, staring at him with your head tilted. “She talks about me?” 

He nods, “yeah- I mean, not all the time though. Just- every- a little.” He grabs a handful of his snack and tosses it into his mouth. 

Now you know the perfect nickname for him and it’s most definitely not going to be an acronym. “Muchies?” 

“Yeah?” 

A quiet chuckle escapes you; you find it funny how he doesn’t realize what you called him. “What has she told you?” 

“You two went out a couple times.” 

You weren’t expecting her to tell him that. She must really like this kid. “And?” 

“She was surprised to see you here that’s for sure and misses you… so does Jake.” 

You nearly choke on your spit. “What?” 

He freezes, realizing he’s said the wrong. “Nothing- nothing. It's- people say the weirdest things to me.” He lets out a nervous chuckle, reminding you of a certain mother on “That 70’s Show”. 

“Bob, have Jake and Natasha talked about me before?” 

“Uh- no?” 

“Are you lying?” 

“No,” he nods his head yes. 

“I didn’t think Jake talked to you like you were friends.” 

“He mentioned you two went out.” 

“Nothing nice like Natasha, right?” 

“No, but she did say that you two agreed you were better as friends, and she doesn’t want you to get hurt because of something stupid he does.” 

“You sit quietly and learn all the gossip, don’t you?” 

“I don’t mean to.” 

“It’s okay.” You pat his back, “I believe you.” 

“It kind of feels like you don’t.” 

“Good.” 

A shriek escapes you as your little sister crawls into your lap. “Lilah, you’re wet.” 

“That’s what happens when you’ve been in the water.” 

“Okay, smarty pants. How are you? You tired?” 

“No, I just-” She yawns. “I just need a break.” 

“Sounds like they’ve tired you out.” 

“More like she tired me out. We had to do two hundred push-ups during training, and she was worse than that,” Natasha tells you as she sits beside Bob. 

Mickey sits in front of you, playing hand games like slide as Jake settles beside you with Rueben trying to steal Bob’s snacks while simultaneously trying to mess up their game.  

The next day…

“I thought you weren’t scheduled until next Tuesday,” Larry says. 

You ignore Pete and Bernie’s looks. An awkward cough escapes you. “Yeah, I was.” 

“You finally coming back?” 

“We’ll see.” 

“It’d be nice to have you back here.” 

You nod before walking ahead of the two. 

-

“I knew you were BGA. I told you.” 

“Shut up, Bernie.” 

“No, your godfather owes me ten bucks.” 

You whirl around to face the two. “You made a bet on me?” 

He sees the look in your eyes and quickly back tracks, correcting himself. “No, we all knew you’ve been coming here but your alias was the question we’d all been asking.” 

You start to walk away, not wanting to listen to them anymore. “You guys’ suck.” 

“Not when I know I have ten bucks waiting for me.” 

“Actually, that goes to me,” Pete corrects him. 

“Dammit Mav.” 

You shake your head and continue ditching the two as Bernie tries bargaining with the man. 

-

“You realize your putting your career on the line right.” 

“I could say the same thing to you.” You tell him, not looking up as you fiddle with the straps of your helmet. 

“I’m serious,” he says, adding your name so you understand the seriousness of the situation. 

“I fully understand what I’m about to do, Pete.” 

“And you’re not afraid of missing your chance to come back? Even if Cyclone is your godfather, which would have been nice to know beforehand.” 

You shrug, “you never asked.” 

“I didn’t think I had to.” 

“Hurry up, Pete. Or else I’ll take off without you.” 

-

During this time, your dearest godfather is informing the students about Pete no longer being their instructor. 

The monitor beeps, Beau turns around. “Who the hell is that?” 

Another beeping sound comes from the monitor, further confusing the admiral. 

“Maverick to range control. Entering point Alpha. Confirm green range.” 

“Uh, Maverick, range control, uh, green range is confirmed. I don’t see an event scheduled for you, sir,” Range control tells him. “We’re already aware of your partner but your name is not on our schedule.” 

“Well, I’m going anyway,” says Pete. 

“It’s a beautiful day to be in the sky.” 

“You say that every time, Angel.” 

Natasha, Mickey, Rueben, and Bob push themselves to the edge of their seat at the sound of your call sign. 

Jake uses his fist cover his mouth, hiding his smile. 

“And I will continue to do so.” 

“Nice,” Natasha mutters. 

“Setting time to target: Two minutes 15 seconds.” 

“2:15? That’s impossible,” Rueben says to himself. 

“Final attack point. Maverick’s inbound.” 

A hearty chuckle escapes you before you could stop it, getting the man to smile. “Let’s light ‘em up.” You maneuver yourself beside him, “if you can keep up.” 

“I think it’s the other way around. I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you.” 

“We’ll see.” 

“Popping in three, two, one,” he says. 

You follow his lead. You two try and wait until your target is locked but your’s isn’t quite there. “Gotta go in blind,” you mutter. “Do it, Mav.” 

“Bombs away.” 

Jake mutters to himself, “damn.” 

“Bull’s-eye! Holy shit! Holy shit! Mav!” You pull up beside him, taking off your mask, showing him how pumped you are that you were able to do this. “Aw shit.” 

“What?” He huffs. 

“You know what.” 

“Oh, that. We’ll be fine.” 

“I will blame everything on you.” 

“I see why you’re Angel now. You know just how to comfort someone.” 

“Don’t make me kick your ass.” 

“I’d like to see you try.” 

-

Once you're on the ground, you head over towards the class, with Pete slowly walking beside you. “He won’t do anything. He now sees what the other old man saw in you,” you tell him. 

“I don’t know.” 

“No,” you shake your head. “Goddaughter knows best. Believe me.” 

“I’ll believe when I walk out of here without being discharged.” 

“You know why they call me Angel.” 

He shakes his head. 

“I tell prophecies and you being discharged is not one of them. Coming back to Penny is the one I see.” 

He chuckles until it falls when he realizes how close he is to standing before his students. 

-

You pause in the wide doorway when you hear you call sign being called by a voice you never wanted to hear again. 

You slowly turn, face void of emotion as you stare at him. 

“Look at you all dresses up. You really think you can come back, and everything will be fine?” He stares at you waiting for a response. 

You blink once. “Are you done?” 

That throws him off. “What?” 

“Are you done because this whole douche persona is not working and honestly right now, you’re ruining the adrenaline high I have right now so if you could just go that’d be great.” You spin around, aiming to stand beside Pete. 

“How’s that shoulder of yours?” He grabs the shoulder you fell on because of him and quickly spin around, grabbing his hand, twisting so he feels nothing but pain and cries out as if he’s afraid you’ll break it. 

“This is getting pathetic. You have two choices, stop being a prick and harassing me.” 

He groans. “What’s the second choice?” 

“There’s a lot to think of but the first one would be ideal.” You barely move him, and he immediately agrees. “Good. Now, go away.” 

He gets up, cradling his arm to his chest. “You deserved it!” 

You shake your head at his idiotic and hot-headed behavior. “What was that?” 

He’s gonna get what’s coming to him if he keeps going. “You should be lucky all I did was push you off that ladder. It was great without you here.” 

You glance over Beau, “you get that.” 

He nods and calls for the jerk and Pete to follow him to his office. 

-

You’re then bombarded by people. 

“I told you. I told you,” she repeats hugging you. 

You smile, hugging her back. “Shut up.” 

She pulls back, shaking her head. “How are you not shaking or get stuck in G-Lock?” 

You don’t answer her. 

“You- you’ve been practicing?!” 

“Just because I wasn’t here doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have practiced and make sure I don’t lose my skills.” 

Mickey and Reuben push past her, giving you side hugs and shoulder pats. 

“You have balls,” the taller one of the two tells you. 

A chuckle exits your nose, “thanks.”

“No, I mean it. You and Maverick did that with sixteen seconds to spare.” 

“Sixteen?” 

He nods. 

“I was hoping for twenty,” you sigh. “Oh well.” 

Bob moves forward aiming to give you a high five. “That was... something.” 

“Thank you, Munchies.” 

“That’s my nickname?” 

“Yep.” For some reason you look over his shoulder and find Jake staring at you. You can the corners of your lips tugging upwards and the longer you look at him, the more you smile. 

Bob glances over his shoulder, catching sight of the blond. He leans in, whispering in your ear, “go over and talk to him.” 

You furrow your brows, “what are you-” 

“Just trust me.” He walks away, neither of you take the first step that is, until Javy’s had enough and shoves him in your direction. 

“So- uh,” Jake scratches the back of his neck. 

“You intimidated?” 

He scoffs, “yeah, right.” 

“Seems like you can finally have that rematch,” you tell him, reminding him of your first day in class together. 

“I can, can’t I? But I think that’ll have to wait until after I buy you a drink.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, plus I owe your sister a piggyback ride.” 

You quietly groan to yourself. “You don’t have to, Jake. I know she asks everyone but you-” 

“I want to.” He looks like he says he wants to say something else and is holding it back. 

“Something on your mind.” 

He chuckles through his nose. “I know why they call you Angel.” 

“Oh, yeah? Why?” 

“There’s this glow you have when you’re in the air and on the ground.” 

“Is that a line you say to every pretty girl you see?” 

“No- no,” he stutters, struggling to give you a proper response. 

Warlock announces with everything that’s happened, it’s time for everyone to head to the locker rooms and rest until the mission. 

You pat his arm before walking away and all he can do his stare at your back, wondering what you’ve done to make him struggle with talking to you.  

Three weeks later... (after the mission)

You’re happy Penny lets you come in once a week for a shift, it’s good for you. Being at the hard deck gives you time to clear your head and keeps you occupied when you’re not at Top Gun. 

Plus, your shift is usually right around the time when the crew comes by. 

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen them and you guy’s plan on hanging out for most of the night since Delilah’s spending the night at her friends place for a sleepover. 

A few of them stopped by at the beginning of your shift, you glance over at the pool tables, watching as Mickey and Billy play against one another while Neil and Rueben count their cash, clearly placing bets. 

-

After a couple of hours, Natasha comes in and grabs a round before heading towards the back where the others are. She was the only to notice when Bagman came in and how he hadn’t left his chair to come over and sit by you as you chat with the others. 

It’s been half an hour and she watches the way he’s staring at you, surprised that he hasn’t walked over to you yet. So far, she’s counted six lingering glances, two long sighs, and one-half drunken beer. 

She can’t handle this anymore and heads over towards him. “If you’re trying to get back together with her, don’t break her heart.” 

He spins to face Natasha. “What?” 

She groans, taking a minute to think about her next course of action and jams her finger into his chest, “don’t act the same way you did before. You and I both know she deserves someone who’s...” 

“Not me and not a douche, right?” 

She sucks in a quick breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Although most of that is true and I’m not going to say what is and what isn’t. You- you've changed.” 

He furrows his brows. “I have?” 

“Yeah. When you’re around her, you act like a civil guy and not like Bagman.” 

“I mean, I don’t-” 

“Please shut up and just go walk over there. It’s pathetic.” 

“Says the one who couldn’t keep her.” 

She rolls her eyes, “you are not allowed to be near Bob anymore.” 

“He was just being a good guy and answering my question.” 

“She’s definitely got a hold on you, you’re saying Bob’s a good guy,” Natasha jokes. 

“I’m not even gonna respond to that.” He pushes himself out of the chair. “Wish me luck, Princess Phoenix.” 

She groans, shoving him in your direction. Once he’s at the steps just a few feet from you, she downs the rest of the beer he left behind. 

Penny raises a brow. 

“Add it to his tab.”

- 

“Look who finally decided to show his face around here,” Javy jokes as his friend tries to make a move on you.

“Don’t you have a bet to lose, Coyote.” 

His buddy only offers a sly smile. “Nope.” 

“Yes, you do. Come on,” Natasha and Bob pull him away from you two. 

-

You turn to him. “You know what that was about?” 

Jake shrugs, “not a clue.” But he knows and knows that everyone else, but you know. 

“How’s it feel?” 

“How’s what feel?” He asks, giving you his full attention. 

“Having two kills in your belt. You know, being a hero and all.” 

He chuckles, suddenly feeling bashful. “I- uh- it’s- its fine.” 

“Really? You’re not bragging about it like you’d been doing since you saved Rooster and Maverick. What’s with the sudden change?” 

He shrugs because he can’t even tell what’s going on with him when he's around you anymore. 

“Do you wanna go for a walk outside?” 

He nods. Maybe fresh air is what he needs right now. 

-

You two close the doors just as Bradley heads for the piano. “Are you sure you’re, okay?” 

He rests his forearms on the railing. “Yeah. The more you ask, the more it sounds like you’re concerned about me, sweetheart.” 

You roll your eyes, feeling a little happier now that he’s starting to act like his old self. “You wish, Seresin.” 

“Maybe I do.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Huh?” His head slowly turns in your direction, barely moving up from his arms. 

“What do you mean?” 

The two of you don’t say anything for a few minutes and continue staring at one another, you try to figure out the meaning behind what he said, and he realizes that he’s been an idiot ever since you two broke up before you two were shipped off to different places. 

You furrow your brows. “Are you trying to tell me that you like me because, I don’t know if you remember, but we tried this,” you point to the two of you. “Before and it didn’t work out.” 

“I can’t help what I’m feeling and honestly even if I could, I wouldn’t want to.” 

“Okay,” you gulp down all and any spit that’s built up in your mouth. “If you want to give this one more shot, I’m gonna need you to be a big boy and put on your big boy boxers.” 

His head drops, he’s fighting the urge to smile but you take it as he can’t tell you what he feels. 

You’re not gonna stand around and wait for him to tell you no so you this opportunity to walk away. 

He grabs your wrist pulling you into him. “I am not letting you go again.” His other hand brushes away the strands of hair that come flying into your face as the wind picks up. “Do you hear me?” 

You switch between his two eyes, seeing if he’s being serious or not. 

“I think the first time I was too scared to let you in even though I already had, and I thought breaking up was better than us trying to make it work because I missed out on a lot of things,” his voice slowly becoming lower and lower towards the end. 

You can’t fight the urge to hide your runny nose or your tears, but you could care less to wipe away the tears trickling down your cheeks and sniffle. “Yeah, you did.” 

“I wasn’t there for you, and you needed me.” 

“I didn’t need you-” 

“That’s my fault, you’re right. You didn’t need me, but I think we both know it would have been easier if I was there to help. I mean, I wouldn’t have been much help, but I could have definitely taken Lilah out for ice cream after school or something.” 

“Oh, yeah. Load her up either sugar. Grade A parenting, Jake.” 

His lips tug upwards into his soft, boyish smile that he only reserves for you. “I want to be there for you. Anything and everything, all of it.” 

“Ja-” 

He shushes you. “Just kiss me, please?” 

You roll your eyes, “I was going to say when did you become such a sappy guy, but you ruined it.” 

He leans forward pressing his forehead against yours. His breath hitting your skin as a chuckle slips past his toothy grin. “You love it when I beg you.” 

“I don’t know. My tastes have changed,” you shrug. 

“Bullshit they have.” 

“My, my. You’ve got quite the potty mouth on you-” 

“Just shut up and kiss already.” 

Your heads snap over at the door, seeing Natasha’s head sticking out of the doorway. 

You groan, hiding your head into his chest. 

“I swear if two don’t- no, let go- no-” 

“She’s gonna take a five-minute break,” Bob tells you before closing the door. 

“And you said, I ruined the mood.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you giggle, enjoying the warmth emanating from him. 

“You know you never told me, yes or no.” 

“To what?” 

“To me.” 

You pull back, leaving enough space so when either one of you leans in, the other isn’t too far. “Oh, I didn’t.” 

He narrows his eyes. “No, you didn’t, and you know that.” 

“I guess you’re right.” You tilt your chin up, waiting to see his next move. 

“Hey guys.” 

“Why are you out here, Chicken?” Jake asks, keeping his gaze on you. 

“Oh, you know, just enjoying the... scenery. Have either of you ever watched the way the moon just reflects off the water.” 

Neither of you turn your heads. 

“Because you should.” 

You two do as he suggests, not realizing that he moves closer. 

You turn back to look at Bradley with furrowed brows. “That wasn’t much different than other nights.” 

He shrugs, “guess you’re right.” 

Jake moves back to his previous position. 

Before either of you two can understand what’s happening, you’re kissing Jake and you start chuckling when you hear the mustached man whine for the others to let him in. 

“You find that funny, sweetheart.” 

“Little bit.” 

“Maybe I can do this to distract you.” 

“Are you jealous?” You mumble against his lips. 

He pulls back, resting his chin on top of your head, enjoying this moment. “As I’ve I’d ever be jealous of Chicken. He doesn’t have what I have.” 

“And what’s that?” 

“The best thing I could have asked for.” 

You groan into his shoulder, trying to hold it together. 

“What’s that sound for?” 

You unwrap your arms from his waist to hold his cheeks. “Why are you so cute?” 

“I’m not cute,” he pouts. 

“Yes, you are.” A mischievous grin spreads across your lips. “You’re my cutie pie.” 

He shakes his head, “no. Get off me.” 

“You know I’m joking. Don’t be mean.” 

“I’m not mean.” 

“Well, you’re not being very good.” 

“You’re lying. I’m good, I’m very good and we both know it.” 

“You’re not making this moment any sweeter.” 

“I’m making it so sweet; Baby on Board is gonna get his firs cavity.” 

“Why are you still being so competitive? You’ve got me.” 

“This is just something you’re gonna have to get used to, sweetheart.” 

You let out a fake deep sigh, “guess I am.” 

He grins, pecking your lips. “I win.” 

“Moment ruined.” You shove him away from you only to be pulled back into his embrace. 

“Not so fast.” 

-

“Can you two tease each other later and come back in to play pool?” Natasha asks, pulling you away from Jake. 

You glance back over your shoulder, giggling back at him. 

He stands behind you as you wait for Mickey to take his shot. “You know what I realized,” he whispers in your ear. 

“What?” 

“You’re the future Mrs. Bagman.” 

“What makes you think I’d be the one taking your callsign?” 

“Sweetheart, do I seem like the type people would call angel?” 

“Yes.” You spin around, placing a hand on his chest keeping yourself from losing your balance. 

“Really? Who?” 

“Me. You’re my little angel baby.” 

The corner of is lips tugs upwards, you still remember your guys’ song, and the one that just so happens to be playing at this exact moment. 

“And, we’d have to be engaged for that to happen but before that comes boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Did that confession and kiss out there make you think I wanted to be your best friend or something?” 

“You didn’t ask me.” 

“Oh, sweetheart, there’s no one else I’m kissing tonight or any other night but you.” 

You squint your eyes at him. 

“I see the looks you’re giving me and I’m gonna confess another one of my truths to you,” he leans down, his lips a mere few centimeters from your ear, his breath hitting your skin causes goosebumps to rise on your skin. “When we were together officially and unofficially the first time, you were the only one I ever kissed.” 

“I was?” 

“Yep. It’s your turn.” 

You don’t know how you one the game after hearing that but when you shot the last ball into the corner pocket and looked up, you realized how you did and you don’t hold back the smile that stretches your lips wide from corner to corner as you look at Jake, who walks towards you, a sense of pride in his eyes. 

His hand cups your cheek as he pulls you in for a deep, long kiss, earning sounds whooping and hollering combined with the sounds of fake disgust. 

Neither of you cared what was going on around you as you enjoyed the others embrace. 

When he pulls away to catch his breath, you tell him, “guess I’m good too.” 

He smirks, “finally, I get someone worthy enough to be called my competition.” 

“Don’t get cheeky with me, Hangman.” 

“Say it again.” 

You peck his lips, “keep it in your pants, Jake. It’s your turn to play now,” you hold the pool cue out for him to take. 

He shakes his head as he takes it, heading over towards the table Bradley is playing at. 

-

“I can’t believe you’re with Bagman.” 

You grin at her, taking a sip of Jake’s drink. “I know.” 

“But I’m happy for you.” 

“Thank you. You spot the brunette eyeing you in the corner by the jukebox?” 

“No, thanks for the heads up. Don’t wait for me.” 

“Oh, believe me. I know the way you work, and I won’t, Phoxy.”    

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[brunhielda]

New TMNT crossover head cannon:

When I saw this I had a sudden flash-

Rottmnt Raph looks HAPPIEST when hauling his brothers around, especially if it’s just a casual thing around the lair.

I think any other version of Raph who sees this happening would immediately want to try it with his own bros. Deep down it would be because he sees how happy Rise Raph is, and how open, and wants him some of that. Plus hauling them around would make him feel very strong and protective and useful. He would probably rationalize it as “If they’re on my shoulder, I will know EXACTLY where they are, and they can’t be off doing dumb suicidal shit.” Or even a way to brag- “Look how much I can lift!”

Original comic would slip it in as a new fighting technique. “We should be able to haul each other out of the fight if need be.” The others would not even notice that he wanted to do it for any other reason and by the end, they would all be able to haul the other 3 in a pinch. Raph is… ok with this.

1987 probably wouldn’t have to say much. “Mickey, wanna try a turtle tower?” Thumbs at Rise Raph and Miguel. Immediate acceptance. Don and Leo want turns too.

1990- I feel like he’d just haul Donnie over his shoulder and call it a new work out regiment? Don would complain. Mikey would call dibs on next turn. Raph would do it to Leo next to annoy both of them. It eventually just turns into a thing he does, and most of the time, they even like it.

2003- Would wait until Mickey did something bone-headed and then rather than smacking him would haul him up on his shoulders so he was sitting on the top of his shell, and be like “There. Now you can’t get into anything else.” Long pause. “How you like the view up there?” M- “I kinda like it!” R- “Me too. … I mean it’s good to know we can do this if we need to… You think I could get strong enough to get Don and Leo up there?” M- “No offense bro, but even if you could actually lift us without being turtle pancakes, I just don’t think there’s room. You’re not a WIDE as big guy over there.” R-“Well, it was a thought.” M- “Can I still ride?!” R- “Sure Mike. Sure.” Pats leg.

2007- Would probably also try to convince Leo it was an advantage in a fight, and get him to try it first. Or maybe April, her being the lightest and working his way up.

2012- “Hey Mikey, come here. I wanna try something.” M- “It’s not a wet Willy again, is it?” R- “Just get over here!” M- “yeah, ok.” R- “You laugh at this, I’ll beat the green off you…!” M- “No problems bro, this is a judgement free zone.” R- (smaller voice) “Get up on my shoulders.” “Really?!” “Do it before I change my mind!” Climbs up. R- “It’s cool, right?” M- “Whoah…” Then they proceed to show off, and Raph tries to show how tough he is by getting all of them piled up there despite literally being the smallest Raphtm.

BayTmnt- Would convince Mikey it was a cool new move. Most likely out of all the Ralphs to manage to get all his brothers up there. Most likely to end up just casually carrying Mikey or Don around after the Rise bros. Would randomly start hauling Leo off his feet and over a shoulder when he thinks Leo’s been training too hard just to piss him off.

All the Rise boys think this is the most adorable thing they have ever seen. Only Leo comments on it.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt headcanons #tmnt/rottmnt crossover #tmnt 2007 #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2012 tmnt #tmnt 1990 #tmnt 1987 #where’s my fanfic? #where’s my fan art? #ugh i am feeling so much about this

[gnougnouss]

Sometimes I remember that RTD really made Martha end up with Mickey as if getting Rose's ex-boyfriend AGAIN wasn't the worst thing that could happen to her. Like. STFU. I CANNOT see their relationship as anything but an offensive slap in the face like Rose got her own personal doctor and Martha is with fucking MICKEY ?

You cannot tell me this was a choice made with Martha's happy ending in mind like maybe that's great for Mickey but idc she deserved better AND already had a fiance like they really sacrificed her to make Mickey have a better ending I am SO mad about it.

#this is a NO for me #personally #anyway #doctor who #anti RTD #i guess #if Moffat had done the same you just know there would be 200 essays about this prove how racist and misogynistic he is #and it would be brought up all the gime

[make-me-imagine]

Halloween Party

13 Days of Halloween: Day 10

Plot: Mickey asks you to be his date for the Halloween party. You happily agree, and decide to surprise him with your costume.

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None~

Words: 1k

A/N: This is the first time I am writing a fic for Fanboy, I hope you guys like it~

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You ran your hands over your costume as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You smiled to yourself as you thought back on what had happened a few days prior, all leading up to what you were wearing now.

You and Mickey had been dancing around your feelings for each other for a while. It was obvious to both of you how you felt, but nothing had triggered the beginning of a relationship.

But when the Halloween party was organized, Mickey finally took it as an opportunity to ask you out. So, the two of you would be attending the party together. Though, Mickey had agreed to help set up, so you would be meeting him there.

A few days before the party, Mickey had excitedly told you about his costume. He would, unsurprisingly, be going as Spock, ears and all.

You had yet to decide on a costume, until he raved about his. You noted the way he spoke, how he subtly mentioned a place he found a variety of Star Trek costumes. Going so far as to tell you exactly how to get one.

He never asked you, or suggested straight out that you should wear something similar, but you picked up on it. At least you hoped you did.

Part of you was afraid you misunderstood, and that he would not be as happy you went with a matching Star Trek uniform as you hoped. You were not a specific character, but your costume was obvious. You even bought a fake phaser gun.

As you pinned on your Star Trek badge, you were finished getting ready. Taking one last look at yourself, you left.

Making your way to the party, you felt antsy, yet excited. You really hoped Mickey would be excited about your choice of costume.

As you arrived at the party, you spotted many familiar faces. Hearing Mickey's familiar laugh, you spotted him talking to Payback.

Payback was dressed as a zombie, and was carrying a fake brain in his hands. The same one, he had been throwing and pranking people with days prior.

As you approached, Payback spotted you first, before pointing you out to Mickey.

As Mickey turned and saw you, his eyes ran up and down your figure, and you suddenly felt even more nervous.

But as Mickey's eyes lit up and a big grin spread across his face, you felt relief wash over you. He let out a laugh as he practically skipped over to you.

"Yes!" He yelled in excitement as he stopped in front of you. "Look at you! That's awesome!"

"You like it?" You asked a bit bashfully, looking down at yourself.

He smiled and nodded happily "It's awesome! I can't believe you decided to match with me!" Suddenly his face dropped "I hope you didn't think I pressured you into it or anything-"

"No, no" You cut him off with a laugh "I had no idea what to wear, and I did see how excited you were about yours, so I thought maybe I could do something similar. I was actually afraid you wouldn't like it."

"I love it!" You he said with a wide grin again as he looked you over again. "Did you pick a specific character or?"

"No, I didn't, I just-" You pulled out your phaser and pressed the button, causing it to make phasers sounds "-got a random uniform."

He chuckled, as Payback walked up to the two of you. "Look at you two. Matching space nerds."

"Hey!" You smacked his shoulder as Mickey laughed. "At least we didn't go with something unoriginal"

Payback let out a fake gasp as he feigned offense "I've very original, thank you very much. I'll have you know I'm not just a normal zombie I'm a-."

"Yeah yeah" You grabbed him, turning and pushing him towards the building "Tell it to someone who cares, nerd."

Mickey and Payback laughed as you all made your way towards the building. As Mickey slipped is arm around your waist, you felt your ears burn a little hotter.

As you made your way inside, you saw Phoenix, dressed as Laura Croft, who smiled and waved. Looking between you and Mickey she grinned.

"Cute!" She yelled over the music.

After a few hours of mingling with the others, themed games, and eating some food, you and Mickey eventually made your way to the dance floor.

You danced together, not quite, in time to the music, but you laughed together, not caring. Occasionally you danced as a group with the others, before always finding your way back to Mickey.

As a bit of a slower song came on, he pulled you closer to him, his hands on your waist as he smiled down at you.

"I'm really glad you agreed to come with me."

You smiled up at him "I'm really glad you asked me."

His grin grew a bit as he spun you around a bit to the music. Laughing, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you to him again.

Looking at his fake, pointed Spock ears, you smiled as you gently touched them. "Cute."

He blushed a little as he grinned "They were a pain in the ass to get on. Hangman suggested super glue."

You rolled your eyes "Of course he would." Your smile fell "You didn't did you?"

He laughed "No!"

You let out a breathy and relieved laugh "Just checking!"

As your eyes stayed locked, smiles on your faces, you saw Mickey's eyes drift down to your lips, before he met your eyes again. You saw a small twinkle in his eyes, as you knew he was debating whether he should kiss you now, or not.

The lights flashed as the song changed to another dance song. The people around you began dancing and laughing together. You and Mickey stayed relatively still for a moment as he still stared into your eyes.

Finally leaning forward, Mickey's lips brushed yours before he kissed you fully. You leaned into the kiss, as his hands tightened around you, pulling you closer.

The kiss lasted a few moments before you both pulled away. You grinned at each other, before Mickey stepped away.

He took your hands, and you grinned as you began dancing around with him to the music again.

As you jumped and spun around to the music, he took multiple opportunities to pull you into random kisses, or hold you lose to his chest throughout the rest of the night.

xx End xx

Sorry there is not much of an actual ending, but I wasn't sure how to finish it lol. Hope you liked it nonetheless! I hope to write more (and better) fics for Fanboy soon!

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[jo-harrington]

Get To Know Store Manager Verse Eddie

What story is he from? What kind of story is it (Fix-it fic, Older!Eddie, Rockstar!Eddie etc)? My Eddie I'm going with it my original Eddie from Store Manager Verse. It's a sort of EveryoneLives! NoUpsideDown! Amalgam where Eddie works at StarCourt Mall and he meets a New Romantic interest in the Claire's Store Manager.

What inspired you to write this Eddie? I've worked retail forever and the horrors but then I moved to corporate. New job, no customers. But corporate teams usually go into the field and help during Q4 and especially in the special...department I work in? Christmas 2022 really made me ask "what if little Store Manager Jo had an Eddie who worked at her mall and she had a crush on him" and SMVerse was born.

What are your favorite headcanons about him/share something you never shared in your story? In my story, he had friends in his first stint through high school/senior year that left him behind and broke up the band. Then Corroded Coffin 2.0 was born with Jeff, Gareth, and Unnamed Freak (who I named Dave). Now that he's approaching a potential graduation with Jeff and some of them aren't...he's worried about Jeff leaving first, but the others shortly after. And then his band will have broken up a second time and what will he do then?

What does he wear on a casual day? On a dressier day? What does he wear to bed? Casual Day: Jeans, T-shirt, Flannel optional based on the weather. Jacket/Vest combo if he's going out. Dressy Day: Bought a nicer button down from Montgomery Ward, sleeves are rolled up, a few buttons undone. He's got the least offensive graphic tee he owns underneath it. Leather Jacket on top, no vest. (There's a Regional Manager visiting Tape World. Kyle is wearing a suit. He also bought sunglasses for all the guys to wear inside secret service style.) Pajamas: Summer, underwear only. Spring/Fall, no shirt, and either flannel pj bottoms or there's a pair of sweats that he's cut into shorts. Winter: Hoodie, sweats, thick socks

Favorite foods? Mountain Dew, Zebra Cakes, Pizza, Watergate salad. End of story. He also likes how reader makes pasta.

Tell Us About His Family/Friends I intentionally left it vague. Mom dead dad in jail, the usual. In SMVerse, Reefer Rick was his mom’s boyfriend for a short amount of time. That’s when things were really looking up in his life. He had a father figure (aside from Wayne) who loved and cared about him with no familial obligations. Mom was working, Rick obviously selling, Wayne working either driving or at the plant. It’s a mutual aid situation. Then his mom dies and Wayne and Rick share as much responsibility as possible because neither of them can do it alone. Wayne and Rick are both Vietnam war veterans? I don’t history good. So they have the benefit of being from the same down and going through the same shit and then they need to raise a kid they both love more than life. And he in turn would do anything for them.

Yeah Yeah, he's a Metalhead. Tell Us MORE About His Taste in Music in your story Oh GOD. Listen. He’s a fucking asshole about his music but if you’re respectful, he’ll be respectful. (If you’re his friend though, it’s extra disrespect). Aside from metal, he does enjoy the classics. He has some rock, he’s got some blues. His mom’s favorite were the Monkees and he listens to that tape to be close to her.

Eddie and Store Manager are currently in my WIPs listening to music and getting high. Stay tuned.

What are his views on romance? On sex? Sex is casual to him. It’s nice to feel nice. He’s slept with a few people, at parties where he’s made sales. He had a “girlfriend” that he thought was a girlfriend who was actually trying to get close to his friend Mickey. Kind of made him a little jaded. All of that to say, that specific event made him hesitate with saying anything to Store Manager. She reminds him SUPERFICIALLY of someone who hurt him and it’s easier to pine and keep her at arms length as a friend than potentially get hurt.

Is he optimistic or pessimistic? Pessimist. Next.

Where or with whom is he most comfortable? He’s most comfortable in his van. Home is home but is it really home? Wayne’s rarely there. Rick’s would have been home if his mom was still alive. He likes being with his friends and he is mostly with them at school which…blah. Or in the van.

What are his views of his future? What are his hopes/dreams? Music!!! music music music. He would like to be a musician and SPOILER he’s gonna be. Just not the fantastical rockstar we would wish for him. But he’s also debating what his future looks like as it pertains to Tape World. He likes it there. He likes being part of a team. Working with them, working with Kyle…he’s very much questioning what he wants.

Anything else you'd like us to know about your Eddie/your story? He’s the softest Eddie I’m gonna write. With the nicest future I think. He’s been dealt the easiest card out of all of them. No Upside Down. Got to have the most ideal childhood given his circumstances. AASB Eddie is harder for obvious reasons. STFF is going to be hard in his own way. But SMV!Eddie is the sweet boy we all need. He’s the sweet boy I need.

#Store manager verse #Prompt game

[rantz1]

BREAKING NEWS: Alberta Municipal Affairs Implicated in RCMP Corruption, Human Trafficking, Torture and High Treason.

Alberta: The Grassroots has obtained a copy of the Chestermere ASIRT investigation initiated and filed by the City of Chestermere shortly before the Mayor of Chestermere, 3 CAOs and 3 other City Councillors were removed by the previous mayor Marshall Chalmers's brother in-law, Ric McIver, who did so to cover up the web of corruption being exposed by the Chestermere mayor and others in Chestermere including Mr. Dale Richardson and Mr. Paul Fischer who have been trying to expose human trafficking, high treason and an alleged pedophile ring within the Jehovah's Witnesses religious group.

These documents shed some light on the motives behind the allegedly unlawful removal of Chestermere's duly elected officials.

This document was also served to the Director of Alberta Law Enforcement, Peter Lemieux, on November 17, 2023.

Both UCP MLAs Mike Ellis, Minister of Public safety and Mickey Amery, Minister of Justice and Attorney General were served this document on November 6, 2023.

3 weeks later on December 4, 2023 Mayor Jeff Colvin, 3 CAOs and the 3 councillors involved in filing the ASIRT were removed and the ASIRT was immediately shut down.

Mickey Amery, was again served with this ASIRT document on December 10, 2023.

Over 5000+ pages of evidence were submitted with the ASIRT request outlining criminal activity, human trafficking and high treason offenses by RCMP, CFS, AHS and others.

As UCP Minister Ric McIver was directly named and implicated in the ASIRT document it appears that the removal of Chestermere's duly elected officials may indeed be a criminal act of 222-"Homicide" 219, 220, 221- "Criminal Negligence" 139(2)-"Obstruction of Justice", 21(1)(2)-"Parties to Offence" and 22(1)(2)-"Person Counselling Offence".

222-Homicide

(1) A person commits homicide when, directly or

indirectly, by any means, he causes the death of a human

being.

219(1)-Criminal negligence

(1) Every one is criminally negligent who

(a) in doing anything, or

(b) in omitting to do anything that it is his duty to do,

shows wanton or reckless disregard for the lives or safety

of other persons.

139(2) - Obstructing Justice

(2) Every person who intentionally attempts in any manner

other than a manner described in subsection (1) to

obstruct, pervert or defeat the course of justice is guilty of

(a) an indictable offence and liable to imprisonment

for a term of not more than 10 years; or

(b) an offence punishable on summary conviction.

21(1)(2) - Parties to offence

(1) Every one is a party to an offence who

(a) actually commits it;

(b) does or omits to do anything for the purpose of

aiding any person to commit it; or

(c) abets any person in committing it.

(2) Where two or more persons form an intention in

common to carry out an unlawful purpose and to assist

each other therein and any one of them, in carrying out

the common purpose, commits an offence, each of them

who knew or ought to have known that the commission

of the offence would be a probable consequence of carrying

out the common purpose is a party to that offence.

22(1)(2) - Person counselling offence

(1) Where a person counsels another person to be a

party to an offence and that other person is afterwards a

party to that offence, the person who counselled is a party

to that offence, notwithstanding that the offence was

committed in a way different from that which was counselled.

Idem

(2) Every one who counsels another person to be a party

to an offence is a party to every offence that the other

commits in consequence of the counselling that the person

who counselled knew or ought to have known was

likely to be committed in consequence of the counselling.

19 - Ignorance of the law

19 Ignorance of the law by a person who commits an offence

is not an excuse for committing that offence.

#ChestermereRCMP #Corruption #Misconduct #AbuseOfAuthority #PoliceMisconduct #RCMPScandal #ChestermereScandal #CoverUp #EthicsViolation #IntegrityBreach #LawEnforcementFail #JusticeDenied #TransparencyNeeded #PublicTrustLost #AccountabilityMatters #ChestermereCitizens #RCMPCorruption #ChestermereCommunity #ChestermereInjustice #RCMPFail #ChestermereProbe #ChestermereInvestigation #ChestermereProbe #RCMPProbe #RCMPInvestigation #ChestermereInquiry #ChestermereTransparency #RCMPTransparency #RCMPIntegrity #ChestermereIntegrity #ChestermereAccountability #RCMPAccountability #ChestermereMisconduct #RCMPEthics #ChestermereEthics #RCMPCoverUp #ChestermereCoverUp #RCMPJustice #ChestermereJustice #RCMPResignation #ChestermereResignation #RCMPLiability #ChestermereLiability #RCMPReform #ChestermereReform #RCMPRework #ChestermereRework #RCMPCleanup #ChestermereCleanup

#crime #alberta #chestermere #protect the children #chestermere rcmp #children #terrorist #terrorists #calgary #rcmp #front desk chestermere rcmp #rcmp chestermere alberta #corruption in chestermere alberta #chestermerercmp #moving to canada #moving to alberta #moving to chestermere alberta #chestermere alberta canada #i love chestermere #illegal #treason #freedom #arrest

[mickeyimagines-imissyou]

I am considering going through the archive on the waybackmachine and copying and reposting the text from mickeyimagines' posts, all with due credit, of course.

I am struggling with this decision because it basically is reposting someone else's work, but I just wanted to gather as much content from their old blog as possible in here.

I have had people give me their opinion and they didn't see anything wrong with it, as long as I clearly gave the credit to Mickey. I thought of posting as screenshots from the wayback machine, but that would make the posts inaccessible to people who use text to speech software on their devices.

Since I am strugling with that decision, I would like to know what you guys think.

And, of course, Mickey, if you see this post and you want to either give me your consent for that or say you don't want me to do it, please tell me. I am sorry if me considering to do this is offensive in any way, I really am doing it out of love for your work and wouldn't want to step on your toes in any way. One message from you and I would stop doing it and delete all the posts or even the entire blog.

Anyway, just wanted to share my conundrum, in case anyone has any thoughts.

#not from mickey #mickeyimagines #mickey imagines

[swiftsgirlfriend]

glass onion but the dagger squad:

bradley bradshaw - actor!!!! rich famous actor, kinda himbo maybe like the birdie jay of the group but much less offensive

jake seresin - kinda gives the miles bron of the group vibe, rich maybe old money, all hanging on to his ‘golden titties’

natasha trace - gives major claire debella vibes. maybe not a mother or anything but hardcore girlboss politician or lawyer or something like that

reuben fitch - IDK WHY BUT GIVING BENOIT BLANC VIBES?? like maybe the moustache just gives detective but in my mind hes benoit.

mickey garcia - he would probs be the duke of the group. defo not right wing mens rights vibe but gives twitch/yt streamer vibes maybe just a gamer?

javy machado - i cannot decide who he would be cs the only person left us cassandra/helen but he def does not give them vibes so maybe id make him an added person to the group and make andi an oc?? or shes just not part of this ig🤷‍♀️

robert floyd - def gives lionel vibes, super smart and nerdy, stylish and definitely quite scared of jake(miles) and finds it hard to say no to his demands

#currently obsessed with glass onion so #here we are #but i kinda love this and im considering making a moodboard?? #anyway #glass onion #knives out #the glass onion #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun maverick dagger sqaud #top gun dagger squad #dagger squad #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #natasha trace #robert floyd #bob floyd #rueben fitch #mickey garcia #javy machado #miles bron #birdie jay #claire debella #lionel toussaint #duke cody #benoit blanc #andi brand #cassandra brand #helen brand #lilys thoughts

[november-rising]

I’m back on the “Last Train Home” listening-on-repeat kick. The lyrics evolve each time I listen to it. And I’m hearing Carmy more and more.

I’ve written about this song here and here as it connects to the show. I wrote in one post:

Mikey is providing amusement, entertainment and fun. Mickey knows how to tell without saying anything.

I still believe this. And if Mikey was the string of entertainment and fun that pulled everyone together, what does that say about the family?

What could that mean for Carmy? Is that why he can’t comprehend fun - amusement and enjoyment? He had it and it was a facade. It was a barricade Mickey put up. It alienated him from Natalie. And it made him resent Richie for sharing actual exciting moments with Mickey. Fun, in a way, was a weapon used offensively and defensively.

Michael Berzatto was the bond that made the family stay together. And it was all a lie. Carmen’s life has been a facade of crafted, crass jokes, tenuous parentification, and unadvertised lying under the guise of love. Perhaps that’s why he’s quick to anger when things are said and expected but doesn’t go as according to plan - especially when this happens to people he actually believes and believes in.

…by people I mean Sydney.

#the bear #the bear hulu #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #natalie berzatto #mickey berzatto #sydney adamu #the bear thoughts #the bear meta #music is so important in the context of this show #last train home by John Mayer #this song was in s1e6 ceres

[cupheadcult07]

Blood Cup AU

Hi! There

This is an ask blog for an au i made of babtqftim. Feel free to ask any of characters below questions, they can all answer!

-Cuphead

-Mugman

-Boris

-Bendy

-Felix

-me (esteban or roach)

(and yes i dont mind if you call me roach its not offensive to me at all lol)

-the devil

-mickey

-minnie

-oswald

-other character you like

-your oc if you wanna put them in here

-or the locals (the news on the recent murders or just how people feel unsafe with a crazy cup running around lol)

You can ask anything! (Just keep asks sfw please)

If you have any questions for me just refer to me as esteban!

--actual Explanation--

After the crew fixes the ink machine word gets spread around town as they are now known as hero's... Those words spread to the devil and his casino, in a fit of rage for being betrayed the devil turns himself into a snake 🐍 to sneak around the place till he reaches the crew.. While they have their guard down aka they are sleeping he bites cuphead infecting him with an infectious curse. This curse allows cuphead's deepest darkest feelings to be more how do I say this... Insane ig? Well, this gives y'all access to his inner thoughts, letting you mess with him and control him... Which makes him more blood thirsty, and overtime you all gain better control over him.

[watching-pictures-move]

Viddying the Nasties | Bloody Moon (Franco, 1981)

I last saw this almost ten years ago and remember practically hating it. This was before I’d seen much, if any, of Jess Franco’s work, and revisiting it now, I think I was a bit harsh. The psychosexual dimensions of some of the characterizations give this a bit of giallo flavour, but really this is Franco getting in on the slasher craze, and on that level it delivers. There are stabbings, titties, a stabbing through some titties, other assorted violent and sexy happenings, basically everything you want from a movie like this. The Spanish milieu, with its palm trees and Moorish-influenced architecture, give this a nice visual character. The opening scene has a murderer in a Mickey Mouse mask, which you can now depict freely without fear of legal repercussions as the Mouse has now entered the public domain, where there are no boundaries to one’s depravity. There’s a cat scare, as well as a decapitation which looks like somebody lopped the head off a department store mannequin. (There is also unfortunately the real killing of a snake, which I could have done without.)

And by Franco’s standards, it looks and feels like a real movie. There are zooms, but of the kind you find in regular movies, not the zooming in and out with total disregard for whether the shot is in focus you usually get with his movies. If anything, it’s polished to a fault. Obviously Halloween and some of the other classics are well made movies, but I think a lot of slashers benefit from some degree of creakiness, letting their dead air and rough texture contribute to the atmosphere. Even Pieces, which this earns some comparisons to, plays like pure id poured out onscreen, its flimsy construction unable to contain its most unhinged images. The transfer on Tubi, in which the more explicit footage is in worse shape (likely because it was more frequently cut and had to be pulled from less pristine sources for this version), helps imbue a bit of this quality to the proceedings and, there’s a pulsating soundtrack which gives a hint of kookiness to the killings, but they’re not enough.

This one has some of the perversity we associate with Franco, but this time it doesn’t feel like his heart is really in it. I do think it comes down to the cast, which features none of Franco’s regulars nor any recognizable faces. One of the joys of Franco’s work is seeing him work with the same few collaborators over and over again, each of them finding variations in how they channel his ideas. Imagine if Lina Romay had played the perverted sister in this movie. Imagine if she’d played the heroine. Imagine if she’d played the killer. Imagine if she’d played every character, just wall to wall Lina Romay, awkwardly edited together. The point is, she would have brought a certain secret sauce to any of these characters, helping you understand why Franco might be getting off on the material. Or sometimes you get actors like Helmet Berger and Brigitte Lahaie in Faceless or Dyanne Thorne in Greta, the Mad Butcher, who are able to get on his level while retaining what makes them memorable screen presences.

This one suffers because most of the cast are a bunch of anonymous blondes who look very similar and have few distinguishing qualities. Actually, one of them sorta stands out. In my old review on my blog (which I will not link to, as I think I was too harsh and am now a kinder and wiser viewer with substantially shittier standards), I noted that she proves to be a master of foreshadowing (“A capital offense ending in ‘R’.” “Murder!” “Yeah, of course, murder!”) and innuendo (“I only tell murder stories, it’s the others who commit them, if you know what I mean.”), and at one point bounces on a bed while moaning and tearing up a perfectly good piece of clothing. I left out that she also wears an amazing sweater with a woman next to a leopard. Anyway, she rocks, but nobody else stands out. To be honest, I think part of the problem, aside from casting less than memorable actors, is that Franco has many perversions but a fixation on blondes is not one of them, so this casting doesn’t work in his favour. Imagine if Hitchcock made this during his Frenzy era and you can see what someone more engaged might have done with this.

Anyway, I just spent a lot of words saying this isn’t perverted enough, which is something of a recurring theme in my reviews, so it’s a good thing this is a judgement-free zone.

#film #movie review #bloody moon #jess franco #viddying the nasties