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chanandlersstuff · 1 year

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Game Night

Pairing: Dagger Squad x Bluebird (platonic)

Summary: Playing games with nine adults would seem as an easy and fun task, but it wasn't or it's dagger squad game night but it just ends up with everyone shouting over each other while Bob is trying to read the rule book out loud.

Word count: 2.009

Author’s note: It's insipire by @hangmanapologist post about game night, so thanks to her. Bluebird is the callsign for the character I created, I'm still developing her and her story. Sorry in advance for the misspellings English is my second lenguage.

Request are open, and you can ask me for more Bluebird x DaggerSquad. Thank you so much for reading, have a nice day.

Game night was a tradition that the Dagger squad tried to follow as much as Football game day. At first it started on the Hard Deck, playing pool and darts while betting money but after one day that Penny couldn't open the bar, they moved the game night to someone else's house. Each of them was in charge of bringing food, drinks and games. Whatever they wanted to consume that night. Extremely organized, just like the Navy taught them to be.

With each game night passing on the calendar, a new game was crossed from the list. First was Twister, because Payback sprained his ankle trying not to fall from the mix of tangled limbs and in the process he kicked Coyote’s hand and he sprained his pink; ring and middle finger. One would think that the best pilots the Navy could offer would have some kind of agility, like a cat, but no. So that game was off the list to prevent future injuries.

Second was Monopoly, Phoenix beat everyone assess and took all their fake money which ended in a two weeks roast from her part and the rest of the squad could not deal with a bragging Phoenix for far too long. Plus, the integrity of Banker Bob was compromised because Coyote was sure he and Phoenix were plotting or something like that. So it was taken out for the benefit of the group.

Third was Movie Charades, a game the squad could not play, which they had to learn the hard way, with Bluebird and Fanboy. The pair guessed all the movies before the two minutes that the game required were done, even when it wasn’t their turn. Then they tried to switch it to normal charades but it ended with Bluebird getting frustrated with Hangman, him laughing at her mad face and her accidentally throwing her pen at him. None of the squad let her live the pen accident down, to the point where they all docked down when she moved her hands frantically with a pen between her fingers.

Fourth was Life, it was a funny night full of drinks until it ended in absolute drama. Everything was laugh until the game ended with Mav retiring first with lots of money, three kids and a beautiful life while Bradley ended up alone, almost broke and made bad decision after bad decisions. Normally they would laugh but the problem was that Bradley was drunk, so he ended up ugly crying about it and the whole squad doing something like a therapy group. The drama continued because the whole group, who was beyond drunk at that point, ended up crying about how much they all like each other and how they became a beautiful, disfuncional, family. Mav, the only one sober, watched them all fall asleep in his living room and, as the responsabile father he is, he covered them with blankets and told them he loved all of them very much over a breakfast hangover proof he prepared. So yeah, Life was a game the squad was not mentally prepared to play in the near future.

Now it was a new game night day and the squad was all gathered in Bluebird’s house playing Uno, a game so chaotic it was a surprise it was still on the list. At first everything was funny, skipping here and there, changing colors, Phoenix taking care of Bluebird’s cards because she had to go peeing, Bob being the first one to win because he played in silence and patiently. A few rounds later Phoenix won and then Mav.

The tension started growing when Hangman kept skipping Rooster’s turn and giving Bluebird a free pass to win, plus the benefit of messing with Bradley. At some point the reverse card was thrown and now who couldn't play because someone kept skipping his turn was Jake thanks to Bradley. The blonde pilot was having a taste of his own medicine and he didn’t like it because the mustache man was rubbing it on his face. Slowly, after plenty of UNO shout at the ones who were nearly finishing, the rest of the group ended with no cards to the point the only ones playing were Rooster, Hangman and Bluebird, whose poor soul was so caught up with the idiocy of those two that she forgot her own game.

Every piece of sanity the pair had until that moment was thrown out the window the second Hangman laid a +4 with a winning face. “Draw four, Chicken.”

Rooster, who has only two cards, looked at him smugly and laughed. “No can do, Bagman.” And he laid a +2 with the rest of the cards.

Bluebird stretched her hand to take the six cards that she had to but a hand slapped hers away. “Aw, Jake.”

“Sorry, Birdy.” He smiled sweetly at her and then caressed her knuckles. "First of all, UNO!" Jake yelled. "You have to draw 6, Chicken, come on." He dropped Bluebird's hand and pushed the cards towards Bradley. "Second, stop cheating, Bradshaw, you know that that bulsshit you want to do is against the rules.”

“No it 's not.” Rooster turned to look at him. “You wanted me to draw four but I had a +2 so now Blue had to draw six, those are the rules. And the other two we can discuss it, but I was just going to say it before you yelled it like a mad man."

Hangman shook his head. “No, they are not. You have to draw four and your turn is skipped.” He grabbed two cards and handed them to him. "And you are going to draw those two, you didn't say UNO."

“Nah-ah.” Bradley shook his head.

“Yeah-ah.” Jake mimicked him, but he nodded instead of shaking his head.

“Guys, don’t worry I will draw six. Let’s forget this and keep playing.” Bluebird always trying to keep the peace between those two idiots.

Hangman stood up. “No way in hell, Birdy. I will not keep playing with a cheater.”

“Who are you calling a cheater, Seresin?” Rooster stood up too and they were face to face.

“No one, he was calling a cheater to no one.” Bluebird stood up between the two of them.

“You, Bradshaw. I was calling you a cheater.” The smirk on Jake’s lips was a clear example of how much he was enjoying messing with Bradley.

“Oh Crap.” Bluebird said under her breath. “GUYS, A LITTLE HELP HERE.”

The rest of the group walked back from the kitchen confused. But seeing the scene in front of them they all tried to cool down the situation. “Why don’t we play another game?” Payback looked at everyone with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, what about-”Coyote started saying when his friend from a long time cut him mid phare. “Hell no, not until Bradshaw here acknowledges he is a cheater.”

“No, I’m not!” Rooster said. “You are saying that because you want me to lose. Admit it.”

“I want to win-”

“Bullshit, you want Blue to win.” Rooster pointed at her and the rest of the group nodded discreetly.

Hangman chuckled, tilting his head back. “The idea it’s win fairly, not cheating like you.” Bluebird elbowed Jake in the ribs to stop, but he just laughed.

Phoenix shook her head at their antics. “Why don’t you tell us what happened and we decide who’s cheating-” Bradley opened his mouth but she held her finger high. “or not cheating.”

In a mix of words the pair tried to explain what was happening but they ended up listening to Bluebird’s part of the story. What seemed to be the end of the stupid fight was not it, not by a long shot. One by one they all started shouting what were the rules of Uno, what they can do and what they can not. Phoenix and Coyote sided with Jake. Payback and Fanboy sided with Rooster. Bob was reading the rules out loud on his phone, who no one was listening to, Bluebird was leaning against the wall eating because she was not going to take sides in something that silly and Mav was sitting; sharing food with Blue and laughing at all of them.

After what felt like hours, Bluebird’s head started to hurt. “I'm stopping this madness right now.”

Mav looked up to her and stretched his hand. “Be my guest, Blue.”

“PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE!” Her voice stopped the shouts but they all kept talking under their breaths. “WHO ARE YOU CALLING, HANGMAN?”

He had his phone near his ear, hand in his hip and his feet tapping against the floor. “Uno’s Customer Support Line.” Everyone looked at him surprised. “So, Chicken, here can hear how right I am and how he is a cheater at Uno.” He pointed at Rooster with his head, but he just huffed and shook his head.

Blue pinched the bridge of her nose. “Hang the phone, Seresin, it’s two in the morning. You are not calling anyone.”

“But-” “No buts, you would not like someone calling you at two a.m.” He pursed his lips. “I’m sure mamma Seresin taught you it’s rude to wake people at such an hour.” Cursing under his breath Jake listened to her.

Everyone looked at each other at how with very few words Bluebird handled Hangman and his antics. Maverick, who was watching everything unfold, had to put his hand on his mouth to suppress his laugh.

“This ends here.” Blue crossed her arms and put on a stern face. “We cross Uno from game night too.”

“At this point we can't play anything.” Fanboy said like a little kid that was being scolded by his mother.

“Not unless some of us learn how to act like human beings.” Coyote looked around the room.

“Tell that to Chicken here.” Jake looked at Rooster smugly.

Rooster’s nostrils flare. “I swear to God, Bagman-”

Bluebird took a deep breath. “Stop it, Jake.” Rooster smiled triumphantly. “You too, Bradley.” She looked at him. “You all are acting childish, it’s just a game. We were supposed to be having a good time, laughing, having drinks and food, with each other.” She looked around the room. “Decompress after all the hard work and stress up there, not shouting at each other over cards.” Clearly Bluebird was the one who had more common sense, at some things, off all them.

The Dagger Squad stayed silent for a couple of minutes, some looking at the floor and others looking at each other. “Come on guys, Blue is right. Let’s forget this and eat.” Phoenix patted one of them in the back and went to sat on the sofa.

It didn’t take them long to sit around the sofa, eat and have fun. After a few minutes, while everyone was laughing Bob spoke after quite some time. “Guys.” The group looked at him, the secret keeper who was considered the cutests from them all by his sweet smile and glasses. “The official page of Uno on Twitter says, ‘If someone puts down a +4 card, you must draw 4 and your turn is skipped. It’s not allowed to put a +2 to make the other person draw 6.’” Jake gave everyone a big smile and raised his arms.

“Heard that Chicken?” He looked at Bradley. “You know what that means? You are a che-AW” Jake’s comment was cut short by Bluebird, who pinched him in the arm. “Birdy, what’s that for?” He looked at his side, where she was sitting.

“You know why. Cut it out, Jake.” She said tilting his head to the side and he nodded.

Rooster laughed. “Look at you, Bagman, wwh-psssh-AW” He too was cut short. “Goddammit, Bluebird.” Bradley rubbed the part of her arm where she pinched him too.

“You too cut it out.” She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Both of you, keep eating and playing nice. Otherwise, I will smack you.” Both grown up man nodded and did as she said.

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kyber-crystal · 2 years

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a lil hangman backstory drabble

ALRIGHT you got it :) sorry if this seems lowkey stupid. it sounded a lot cuter in my head i promise

everyone says hangman got his callsign because of his independent, overconfident nature

but the truth is that's not how it happened at all

you were actually the one that gave him the little nickname

he came from a broken family, and leaned on you a lot because you were all he had

since either of you could start walking and talking, you were best friends

so he was crying one day because his parents were fighting yet again. he was maybe 6? 7? years old. you heard him through your walls, and climbed through his window to get to him. (luckily, there was a tree between your houses so doing this was pretty easy)

being as young as you were at the time, you didn't know many was to comfort a distressed first grader

"jake? i can go back home and bring some cookies. mom made some new ones last night, 'cause she remembered snickerdoodle was your favorite"

he kept crying, which really worried you because he never turned down a request to your family's baking.

so you did the only other thing you knew. you pulled out a piece of paper and colored pencils

you drew a familiar series of lines. then thought for a bit, before you came up with a word and drew out a long series of dashes

"pick a letter!"

as expected, jake went through all the vowels first

it didn't take long for him to guess the phrase

through his tears he looked at you and started to smile. "jake and y/n forever? really?"

you grinned super wide. "duh! what else?"

"so we'll be together forever."

"yeah, dummy. whether you like it or not, i'm staying"

you two had set sights on the naval aviator dream for the longest time. so you pushed each other to the max, and always supported each other no matter what. through middle school, high school, and the naval academy, you stayed together

when you both received invitations to top gun you were beyond excited. you sprinted across the field, not caring that you were probably disrupting the whole commencement ceremony

and you jumped towards him and he spun you around and around

"we did it! we're going to california"

"we sure are," and he kissed your forehead - but he was so excited that he almost kissed you full on the mouth

but he stopped himself because you're his best friend and best friends aren't supposed to feel this way about each other. right?

right.

jake finally sets you down and you dust yourself off. your heart warmed as you looked at his nametag

"it suits you. hangman."

"now, who do i have to thank for that?"

you're so excited that you keep holding his hand through the entire 5.5 hour flight to san diego

and you keep holding his hand as you get in the taxi to the naval base

and as you get out

and as you introduce yourself to everyone there

"i'm phoenix, and i think we're going to be best friends," said the first person you ran into. "that your boyfriend?"

that's when you finally let go of hangman's hand. "no"

"i don't believe you for a second"

fast forward several years and you're all sitting around at penny's bar, talking late into the night

the subject of everyone's callsigns comes up and right away everyone starts roasting poor hangman

"hangman always leaves people out to dry!" - bob

"you left me hanging in the air, and during wii tennis. traitor. i can't believe you" - coyote

"i gave that loser his callsign, you know," you spoke up

and the gang is like wait wtf

so you gave a brief explanation on how it came to be. you'd been glued together since you were babies, and played the classic word game all the time. hence the name...

fanboy and payback are full on SOBBING by the time you finish and it's so hilarious

"might as well change both your callsigns to husband and wife at this point!" - penny

oh. he totally calls you wife up in the air the next morning

it throws you off track long enough for maverick to get a missile lock on you, dropping you out of the simulation's competition

"don't get distracted, ms. seresin" hangman said over your comms

after years of waiting, he finally kisses you when you touch down later that afternoon

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pinky-the-elephant-room · 1 year

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You're like a well-done meal I can't get enough of.

の AN: Me wondering why everyone's doing Valentines prompts not knowing that it's already February lmaooo. But no this is no V- Day prompt I just finished the last season of Haikyuu so I wrote a fic for the best twin.

の Warning: None! Osamu x Fem Reader SFW

の Summary: Sometimes Osamu could be dense as his twin. Not even knowing the entire time Y/N liked him.

のののののの

His eyes narrowed at his brother and his friend.

She held her bangs up with her hand and nodded to Atsumu.

His twin grinned and swatted her forehead with his finger.

Y/N hissed and rubbed at the reddened skin.

“You jerk!” she yelled. “I told you not to hit me so hard.”

Atsumu shrugged. “You shouldn’t have dared me.”

“Best two out of three!”

The two idiots then proceeded to stuff their mouths with sushi, only for Y/N this time to swallow and gulp down some water quickly.

“Ha! Take that I win!” Y/N cheered, sticking out her tongue and showing off the fact she had finished before Atsumu.

“You cheated! How many sushi did you eat? We both agreed on five sushi at the same time,” Atsumu accused.

“Don’t be a sore loser! Now show off that big old forehead of yours. Time for payback.”

Osamu frowned and looked away, shaking his head forlornly.

It was hard enough being away from his twin. What with their busy schedules with him managing Onigiri Miya and Atsumu being busy with the Black Jackals. They hardly ever got time to meet up in person. The most they would interact nowadays were the roast sessions they had via texts.

Now he had to deal with the fact this slip of a girl was replacing him.

When she first came with Atsumu, he assumed that his twin had brought her along to introduce Y/N as his girlfriend.

Imagine his surprise when they both grimaced in disgust at the thought of dating each other.

Instead, she was just a friend, their camaraderie- reminiscent of Sumu’s and his relationship. She felt like a cheap replacement in his opinion.

Though, he wasn’t rude enough to make his feelings known. No, he sucked it up, smiled, and welcomed her like she belonged.

But privately hoping that they would eventually grow apart and stop being friends.

At least they weren’t dating each other.

Osamu frowned at that thought. Not knowing why he felt uncomfortable.

“Samu, what’s wrong? Is your sushi bad?” Atsumu asked at seeing his face. “Let me see.” His twin reached out to grab some of his sushi only for his hand to be smacked away by Y/N.

“You idiot. Don’t grab without asking.”

“I did ask!”

“That’s not asking! You just said ‘let me see’.” At this Y/N lowered her voice to imitate Atsumu and Atsumu looked vaguely insulted at her attempt. “And started grabbing that’s not asking.”

Y/N turned her attention toward him. “Here, Osamu-kun. I saved your sushi.”

She looked at him expectantly and smiled gently.

Osamu blinked and swallowed, feeling the back of his neck get hot. “Thanks, Y/N-chan.” He felt unsure as to why all of a sudden he was feeling overwhelmed. Perhaps Atsumu was right maybe the sushi was bad.

He took a bite out of a sashimi roll and didn’t find anything wrong with it. Shrugging it off, maybe the stress of overworking had finally gotten to him.

He noticed Y/N still observing him, who flashed him a quick smile before turning her attention back to his twin. His stomach dropped and churned as he became more and more conflicted.

Osamu couldn’t help but make an observation that Y/N looked especially pretty today.

ののののの

“Text me when you get home,” Atsumu ordered as he pulled Y/N’s cheeks.

The three of them had just finished their meals, and Y/N was headed back to Tokyo.

“Don’t tell me what to do you’re not my mooo-” the rest of her words came out garbled as Atsumu pulled harder.

“Ok, ok! I will!” Y/N managed to sputter after she pushed Atsumu away.

She glared at Atsumu from the corner of her eyes before waving to Osamu.

“I’ll see you later, Osamu-kun! It was nice to see you. We should do this more often,” she said with a hopeful look.

He shrugged noncommittally and they saw off Y/N heading to the nearby subway.

“Why do you keep bringing her along?” Osamu demanded as soon as Y/N was out of sight.

“What do you mean by that?” Atsumu seemed confused like his reaction was unexpected.

“Every time we try to hang out you bring her along! You don’t even bother asking either.”

“You’re kidding me, right? Samu, don't tell me you haven’t noticed yet?”

Osamu felt like he was missing something here. Was he supposed to notice something?

“Y/N likes you! You should be proud of me. I was actually doing a good thing for someone else.”

“Twins don’t count you’re supposed to be nice to family,” Osamu managed to utter.

He felt dizzy from Atsumu’s admission. Y/N liked him? Since when? He could practically count the number of times they’d talked without Atsumu present on his hands.

“And it doesn’t bother you that Y/N likes me?”

“No. Why would it?”

Osamu chuckled and shook his head. Of course, it wouldn’t. So, they truly were just friends and his brother of all people was trying to play matchmakers.

“What’s so funny?”

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t concern you.”

Osamu ignored his twin’s fuming rants in the background as he contemplated on what to do with the impromptu information he had just received.

のののの

Osamu exhaled when he heard the front door of Onigiri Miya chime and heard Y/N’s familiar voice.

He wiped his wet hands with a nearby towel and cracked his neck.

It was time. He was taking the leap.

He could almost hear Atsumu’s smug annoying voice in the background calling him out on hesitating when she was waiting outside for him.

Osamu waved off his imaginary twin’s visage and stepped from the back to where he saw Y/N looking around the store, fascinated.

“Osamu-kun!” she called startled, yet embarrassed when he appeared before her without a sound.

“Y/N-chan, you’re here on time. Let’s go,” he gestured towards the preparation station where he had everything set up.

“Wait isn’t Atsumu coming too? Shouldn’t we wait for him?”

“He couldn’t make it. Apparently, he’s staying back tonight to practice some more with the team.”

“Ugh, that’s just like him and without any warning whatsoever.”

“Here,” he handed over an apron. Not wanting to hear anything about his brother when it was just him and Y/N alone.

Osamu stepped behind her and slightly caressed her waist as he intertwined the apron’s strings and tied them neatly in the back.

He smirked when he heard her choke back a gasp at his closeness.

“Tight enough?” he asked, leaning over to deliberately whisper near her ear.

She shakingly nodded and he let her go, satisfied for now with her reactions.

“You’re not gonna need my brother to learn how to make onigiris. Just me and you is enough.”

He hadn’t meant to tease but her cheeks nevertheless turned a lovely shade of pink at his words.

The rice had already been cooked, and set aside: steaming and hot ready for them to be rolled into onigiris.

There was also a variety of different ingredients like miso sauce or tuna mixed with mayo depending on the type of onigiris Y/N preferred.

Osamu instructed her slowly, making sure she was following each step accurately as possible.

“You should roll them like this,” he said, enveloping his hands with her own and guiding her along.

At first, he could feel her trembling at their closeness and she stiffened like she wanted nothing more than to push him away. But he held firm and softened his tone to soothe her discomfort.

“And then you’re done,” he said relinquishing his hold and smiled down at the perfect shape of the onigiri they had made.

“Can I taste?” she asked, reaching for the shaped rice ball.

He handed it over and she delicately took a bite.

Y/N savored it and broke into a gleeful smile.

“It’s good! Wow, usually my onigiris never turn out this good.”

“May I?” Osamu asked reaching out. Y/N assumed he meant the onigiri held it out for him, only for him to snake his arm around her waist and pull her close.

“Itadakimasu,” he teased, leaning in and kissed her.

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pintsizemama · 5 months

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Chestnuts

Day 4

Summary: Marcus & Peanut roast chestnuts with Grandma.

Pairings: Marcus Pike x You, Marcus Pike x Female Reader (Peanut)

Fandom: The Mentalist

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, discussions of sex and blow jobs

Word Count: 1,027

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“Is this too many?” You asked your grandmother, gesturing to the vast amount of chestnuts on the kitchen counter.

“Might not be enough,” Grandma replied. ‘This has always been a family favorite—for both families.” She looked at Marcus who nodded in agreement. A couple hours ago you and Marcus had ”come out” to your families about your new relationship. Needing a break from all the questions and advice, you both had volunteered to help Grandma make her famous roasted chestnuts. She added butter and honey to them which made it an irresistible holiday snack. The three of you sat together at the kitchen island and worked in quiet peace. It was a nice change from all the chatter you had to deal with today.

“I think the first two batches are ready to go in,” Grandma told Marcus. He dutifully stood up and carried two trays to the oven. You couldn’t help but stare at him in awe. He was so beautiful and finally all yours.

“You’re drooling, dear,” Grandma said with a chuckle. You rolled tour eyes at her playfully. Marcus placed a kiss on the top of your head just before retaking his seat next to you.

“How’d you know about us, Grandma?” You asked. “The other day when we were baking cookies…you already knew we were together. How?’”

“It was very clear,” Grandma answered. “The two of you have always been obvious in your ‘secret’ feelings for each other, but there was always a…tension there. Something missing. Like two magnets being forced apart even though all they wanted, their entire purpose in life was to be together. The other day, that tension wasn’t there anymore. So, I knew you had finally admitted your love for each other.”

“Wow,” you whispered.

“I didn’t realize how transparent we were,” Marcus said quietly.

“Apparently not to each other,” you laughed.

“True,” Marcus agreed. “I’m just glad we finally got on the same page.”

“Me too,” you whispered.

“Me too,” Grandma chimed in. “Now make me the happiest old lady in Seattle and give me some great-grand babies!”

“Gonna need some time before that, Grandma,” you chided playfully.

“Yeah, but we can definitely practice until we’re ready…a lot,” Marcus added.

“Marcus Pike!” You scolded. He just smiled and kissed you softly.

“Ugh! Gross!” John shouted as he walked into the kitchen. “Can you please refrain from mauling my baby sister when I’m in the house?” Marcus pulled away and laughed.

“John, you are such a fucking cock block!” You groaned at him.

“Just payback for that time I snuck Janie Stevens over the night Mom and Dad were out of town,” John said with an evil grin.

“That was years ago!” You scoffed. “You were in high school You can’t still be pissed about that!”

“Yes I can!” John argued. “She refused to go out with me again after that! I only ever got to second base with her, and the rumor was she gave the best head in school.”

“Well, I’m sorry that I stopped your oversexed teenage self from getting into yet another girl’s pants in high school,” you said sarcastically. “It’s not like she was the only girl willing to sleep with you. You were—and still are—a massive manwhore.”

“If I remember correctly,” Marcus chimed in, “you did sleep with Janie our first summer home from college. Even got her to give you one of her famously great blow jobs.”

“Ha!” You shouted. “Look at that. No need to be pissed at me since you did get—wait, Marcus.” You turned to your boyfriend. “How do you know her blow jobs are great? Have you slept with Janie?” Marcus’s eyes widened. John laughed at his friend’s discomfort.

“No, Peanut, I never slept with Janie,” Marcus said. You knew he was feeling the truth, but it was slightly off.

“What about a blow job?” You pressed.

“Huh?” Marcus dodged the question.

“Ok, let me rephrase that,” you said. “Has Janie Stevens’ nasty lips been anywhere near your cock?”

“Oh man,” John couldn’t stop laughing. “This is so much better than stopping you two from kissing.”

“Sweetheart,” Marcus began.

“Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me, Marcus Pike,” you said sternly. You were trying hard not to laugh at the panic in his eyes. You wouldn’t be able to keep up this angry facade long. “Did you let her blow you?”

“We were teenagers!” Marcus said defensively. “It meant nothing. She blew everyone!” You burst out laughing. John fell to the ground he was laughing so hard. Even Grandma was chuckling.

“What the hell?” Marcus asked in shock. “You were fucking with me?”

“Of course I was!” You laughed. “Marcus, you’ve been married and engaged. Obviously you’ve had sex with women other than me. I’m well aware you have a past. Just like me.” He scowled at that.

“I don’t wanna think about that, Peanut,” he said darkly. You just smiled.

“The past doesn’t matter, my sweet Marcus,” you said softly, cupping his face. “All that matters is our present and future, my love.” He smiled and kissed your palm.

“For the record,” Marcus told you, “you give way better head than Janie Stevens.” You ignored the gagging sounds John was making and blushed as you remembered the quick blow job you had given him last night when you both managed to sneak away after midnight mass. That wasn’t even close to your best work. You looked forward to showing him just how talented you were once you got back to DC. Just then the timer dinged.

“First batch is done!” Grandma announced.

“Yes!” John cheered. “That’s why I came in here. To beat everyone else to the chestnuts. Didn’t expect to get an x-rated comedy show out of it.”

“X-rated?” Marcus laughed. “That wasn’t even close to how x-rated we can get.”

“I do NOT want to hear that,” John said immediately.

“Then don’t piss me off, or I’ll tell you exactly what I do to your baby sister!” Marcus countered.

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

“Boys never really do grow up, do they dear?” Grandma said fondly.

“I guess not,” you agreed.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Still Amazed

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by y/ninsta, urbanwyatt, cozane, saweetie, dualipa, neelamthadhani, champagnepapi, and 3,901,853 others

jackharlow: Prettiest queen that I ever did see 😍😍😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow YOU SO CUTE BAE 🥺🥺

jackharlow: all pink everything including that pussy 😏🤭

y/ninsta: jackharlow imma smack the shit outta you 😭😭😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta I'd rather have you scratching your nails down my back 😏

y/ninsta: jackharlow that can be arranged

jackharlow: y/ninsta get your ass up here then 😒

urbanwyatt: NO! NO! AND NO!

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt hmm okay ya little hypocrite

normani: what did urbanwyatt do?

y/ninsta: normani rearrange this girls guts when we were in New York the other day and we heard everything

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta fucking payback

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I was literally rooting for you. me and jackharlow don't give a shit. person whose body count is probably higher than triple his age 🙃

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I feel that you're slut shaming me

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I mean you are a little bit of a thot

druski2funny: y/ninsta LMAOOOO AYO!

jackharlow: no lies detected

urbanwyatt: yall some haters 😒

y/ninsta: oh have the tables have turned

druski2funny: urbanwyatt teach me your ways kind sir

lilnasx: druski2funny yeah because obviously what your ass is doing isn't working

urbanwyatt: druski2funny training starts tomorrow

druski2funny: urbanwyatt I need to pull y/ninsta

jackharlow: druski2funny you want me to kick your ass now or later?

druski2funny: jackharlow 👀

jackharlow: druski2funny NOW IT IS

saweetie: BITCHHHHH YOU MUTHAFUCKIN ATE THIS OUTFIT UPPPPP 😍😍😍

y/ninsta: saweetie thank youuuu bestie 😘

normani: I know your husband tore it up

jackharlow: normani I always do 😉

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta AHEM!!!!!

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt helped me with the outfit. love ya my bby 😘

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I guess I love you back even though you are constantly terrorizing me 😐

neelamthadhani: y/ninsta always has urbanwyatt fighting for his life 😂

y/ninsta: neelamthadhani I DO NOT!

jackharlow: y/ninsta uh baby girl, yes you do. you about to make urban go bald 😂

y/ninsta: jackharlow I’ll just buy him some weed, he’ll be okay

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta 🙄

lilnasx: so y/ninsta you just out here stealing my wigs?

y/ninsta: lilnasx I think borrowed is the correct word lmaooo

druski2funny: lilnasx it looks better on y/n anyway

lilnasx: druski2funny your ass better not start because I will definitely be the one to finish it. ol biscuit head ass

y/ninsta: lilnasx can’t take your ass anywhere lol 😂

lilnasx: y/ninsta correction, you can’t take druski2funny anywhere

jackharlow: lilnasx this is true

druski2funny: why yall hatin on me?

y/ninsta: druski2funny because your ass is always doing something 🙄

brianharlow: jackharlow how you pulled y/ninsta I will never understand. still amazed to this day

y/ninsta: brianharlow OMG HI DAD!

jackharlow: brianharlow first of all, hello to you too and second of all WHAT?!

maggieharlow: brianharlow why are you in here starting stuff? 🙄

claybornharlow: no lies detected

jackharlow: CLAYYYYYY!

claybornharlow: only reason why I say this is because you would act slow as hell around y/n I guess because you were nervous. she probably thought something was wrong with your ass at one point 😂🤣

2forwoyne: yall should have heard the noise I just made because claybornharlow is 100% right

quiiso: yall remember the way jackharlow would always stare at her?!

jackharlow: quiiso my wife is pretty!

shloob_: jackharlow we know but you acted as if she was about to disappear into thin air like damn take a picture, it lasts longer

jackharlow: when did this turn into a jack roasting session because of how much I love my wife?

y/ninsta: jackharlow I love you too smush, they just jealous

claybornharlow: y/ninsta jealous of the fact that the two of you would literally always get in trouble? no thanks

y/ninsta: clayborn, if you say what I think you’re about to say, I will be on a plane so fast to choke you. idc if you’re my favorite Harlow child or not

jackharlow: y/ninsta HEY!

claybornharlow: y/ninsta the secret is safe with me and jackharlow stop hatin because your wife loves me more than she loves you

jackharlow: claybornharlow square the fuck up right now for that outta pocket shit you just said

y/ninsta: maggieharlow brianharlow come get your children

brianharlow: y/ninsta let em fight. let me grab popcorn first.

maggieharlow: BRIAN!!!!

y/ninsta: where’s my thot of a best friend at?

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta what?

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt see? I didn’t even mention your name and your ass came right up on here and answered me

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta because I’m your best friend and you literally just called me a thot not even ten minutes ago

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt and your ass never denied it, however, I could have been talking about druski2funny

lilnasx: y/ninsta IN WHAT UNIVERSE?! LMAOOO

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta only me and saweetie hold the title of your best friends so it could have only been one of us

saweetie: y/ninsta knows I’m only a part-time thot

jackharlow: saweetie what the hell is a part-time thot 😕

saweetie: jackharlow I only do thot activities part-time duh!

jackharlow: saweetie like 2 days out of the week?

saweetie: jackharlow more like half of each month

jackharlow: saweetie ain’t nothing part-time about that 😂

druski2funny: I’m kicking everyone’s ass

lilnasx: druski2funny I’d like to see you try

jackharlow: y/ninsta babe....

y/ninsta: jackharlow yes?

jackharlow: y/ninsta how do I put this lightly?

y/ninsta: jackharlow WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?! AND I KNOW URBAN’S ASS IS INVOLVED SOMEHOW

jackharlow: y/ninsta it wasn’t me!

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta because yall always drag me into yall shit!!

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta piggy smalls and pork chop ate one of your stilettos or tried to at least. shits all fucked up.

y/ninsta: jackharlow urbanwyatt YOU TWO HAD ONE JOB. BE ON DADDY AND UNCLE DUTIES.

urbanwyatt: it’s jackharlow’s fault

jackharlow: urbanwyatt we were supposed to watch one pig each!

y/ninsta: jackharlow urbanwyatt they both fucked up my shoe soooo?

jackharlow: y/ninsta just use my card and buy another pair 🙄

y/ninsta: saweetie bitch pull up, we’re going shopping 🥰

saweetie: y/ninsta SAY LESS!

jackharlow: y/ninsta I’m putting your ass on a limit this time and you better not go over it

y/ninsta: jackharlow or... what?

jackharlow: y/ninsta fuck around and find out

y/ninsta: jackharlow if it involves me being faced down and ass up, I’m going triple over the amount you tell me to 😛

urbanwyatt: yall just... I don’t even have the energy anymore

jackharlow: y/ninsta prepare to not be able to move when I’m done with you

y/ninsta: jackharlow `challenge accepted

dualipa: ohhhhh jackharlow!

jackharlow: dualipa no. not now. not ever. no.

dualipa: jackharlow but...

jackharlow: dualipa give it up

dualipa: jackharlow she loves your brother more anyway

jackharlow: dualipa let’s fight

dualipa: jackharlow before we do, I need to get a taste first

jackharlow: y/ninsta GET HER

y/ninsta: dualipa did you get my invite?!

jackharlow: FOR WHAT?

dualipa: jackharlow for the dinner she’s having and y/ninsta yes! can’t wait

jackharlow: dualipa you need to stay 6 feet away from her at all times

y/ninsta: jackharlow baby stop being dramatic lol

jackharlow: y/ninsta get smart with me again and I’ll make it 12. I will have security on sight

lilnasx: who? druski2funny? he’s only concerned about the mac and cheese he missed last time. not the best choice

y/ninsta: lilnasx and don’t forget the peach cobbler too

jackharlow: dualipa you need to behave when you come to my house

dualipa: jackharlow I promise to be on my best behavior 🥰

urbanwyatt: jackharlow I don’t believe her

jackharlow: urbanwyatt me either

dualipa: jackharlow just one question

jackharlow: dualipa what?

dualipa: jackharlow does y/ninsta like it better when you eat her out from the front or the back?

urbanwyatt: and there it is lol

jackharlow: dualipa GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE NEOW AND SECURITY WILL BE WAITING ON YOU AT THE DOOR

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garkgatiss · 7 months

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Credit Junkie

SHERLOCK: Take all the credit. It gets boring if I just solve them all. LESTRADE: Yeah, you say that, but then John blogs about it, and you get all the credit anyway. JOHN: He’s got a point. LESTRADE: Which makes me look like some kind of prima donna who insists on getting credit for something he didn’t do! JOHN: Well, I think you’ve hit a sore spot, Sherlock. LESTRADE: Like I’m some kind of credit junkie. JOHN: Definitely a sore spot.

so this scene in TST is roasting the fuck out of Elementary's characterization of Lestrade

So Elementary 2.01 - "Step Nine" is the first time Sherlock goes back to London -- he gets a call that his old colleague Lestrade has gone rogue/missing, and they go to London to help find him.

We learn that when working with Sherlock, Lestrade had grown addicted (this is a show about addiction, this is the word and framing they use) to receiving credit for all the work that Sherlock did in anonymous consultation with him. Sherlock concedes that this harmed Lestrade, and Joan suggests that he make amends to him while they're there (i.e. step nine in recovery).

They find Lestrade, Sherlock helps solve the case. Sherlock apologizes, and Lestrade says that to make it up to him, Sherlock can give him credit for this case:

SHERLOCK: Look, I owe you an apology for not protecting you when we worked together. LESTRADE: Protecting me from what? SHERLOCK: From the spotlight, the attention. LESTRADE: Those were some of the best days of my career. You know, my name was in the paper, my face was on the telly. The whole thing, it was, it was… SHERLOCK: It was intoxicating, hm? LESTRADE: Yeah, well, I was gonna say it was everything I dreamed about being a policeman, but that as well, yeah. I'm glad we helped so many people. SHERLOCK: Well, I helped them. You only said you did. LESTRADE: Well, I… SHERLOCK: No my carelessness had a negative impact, and, um, I'd like to, uh, I'd like to make amends. So, um I just, I, I, I wrote some I wrote some things… [...] LESTRADE: How you can make amends. Let me take the credit for this one, and we'll be square. Come on, I deserve it. Pendry's mine.

Ultimately Sherlock declines, saying he won't enable his addiction any further:

SHERLOCK: Detective? I thank you not to take credit for any of my insights into the case. LESTRADE: Right, so your whole making it up to me was just a complete and utter lie. Was it? SHERLOCK: I will not enable you anymore. I am withdrawing your drug of choice. LESTRADE: Right. It's back to obscurity for me then. Don't be a stranger.

So it's very funny to see BBC's Lestrade complaining about looking like a "credit junkie" in TST because of John's blog:

SHERLOCK: Oh, this is a good one. Is it my birthday? You want help? LESTRADE: Yes, please. SHERLOCK: One condition. LESTRADE: Okay. SHERLOCK: Take all the credit. It gets boring if I just solve them all. LESTRADE: Yeah, you say that, but then John blogs about it and you get all the credit anyway. JOHN: Yeah, he’s got a point. LESTRADE: Which makes me look like some kind of prima donna who insists on getting credit for something he didn’t do. JOHN: Oh, I think you’ve hit a sore spot, Sherlock. LESTRADE: ... like I’m some kind of credit junkie. JOHN: Definitely a sore spot. LESTRADE: So you take all the glory, thanks all the same.

Because Elementary's "credit-junkie" characterization of Lestrade demanding credit as payback wouldn't work if they had a proper Watson who played the role of biographer/blogger, reporting the story of what actually happened.

#elementary #bbc sherlock #there are other details in TST that are for sure from this episode too

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labarboteuse · 2 years

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Dilemma

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x f!pilot!reader (Callsign: Poppy) secret relationship + no use of Y/N.

Summary: Reader finds out she has been dismissed from the mission and is gonna confront the Vice Admiral about his decision.

Warnings: mentions of death through threats, swearing, bad writing, grammatical mistakes, sorry English isn't my first language.

Be indulgent please it's my first one putting the reader in a pilot seat, I'm more into the usual fluffy stories 🫣.

To say she was angry was an understatement, she could have knocked heads without batting an eyelid because she was so seething with rage. Strolling down the hallways towards the source of her problem she didn't even pay attention to Payback and Fanboy who called out to her as she passed by them. Making them raise their eyebrows and follow her lead as she walked towards the break room in which she entered opening the door abruptly, she quickly found the reason for her anger, sitting on the arm of one of the sofas, his smug smile still pinned on his face that she dreamed of hitting.

"You! Hangman piece of shit! "

The man turned his head towards her before straightening up and his smile widened as he guessed why she would have killed him if she could.

"Poppy my dear, you've never been better named than you are right now by the color of your face." He chuckled as she approached dangerously, determined this time to slap him in the face no matter what she risked next.

"You deserve to roast in hell!” A group of pilots formed around them intrigued by what was happening, as she was about to jump at his face, two arms encircled her waist to prevent her from going through with her gesture. "Rooster let go of me! I'll take that stupid smile off your face and you'll see. Rooster, let me go!"

Jake looked at her with a proud look on his face without batting an eyelid as Bradley tried to restrain his friend.

"Leave him he's not worth it."

"What's going on?" Phoenix finally interjected as lost and stunned as the others.

"Maverick just grounded me on orders from Simpson, who was reportedly told that I didn't feel I had the shoulders for this mission, which was too much pressure for me. You're so afraid of getting passed over that you manage to sink whoever you can. You tried to undermine Bradley's confidence in his own abilities because he's your biggest competitor and now you're taking it out on me? Wouldn't it be you Seresin who doubt your abilities to the point of resorting to such low acts to oust the competition?"

Maybe he was hiding behind his smile or he was unaware of the lack of morality of what he was doing but Jake didn't bat an eye, still wearing his smirk.

"They made a mistake on the selection, it was about recalling the best. But maybe some of them couldn't make themselves available. So they had to plug the holes." Jake said.

"That's so low of you, yet not surprising." Interjected Bob who had placed himself next to her.

"It doesn't matter who will be chosen for this mission Jake, we are all on the same team. But maybe you don't really grasp the meaning of what that means?"

Not wanting to hear what he might have to say, if he had anything to say, she turned and walked out of the room to Vice Admiral Simpson's office. Once in front of the door she took a deep breath before knocking twice on it and entering when he gave permission.

When she entered the room, Cyclone was sitting at his desk, Warlock sitting opposite him, she stood by the door, straight as an i, hands behind her back, both men facing her.

"Lieutenant Caldwell." He sank into his seat with his elbows on the armrests, his hands folded in front of him. "To what do I owe your presence in my office?"

"I would like to speak with you about your recent decision about me sir."

A silence followed.

"We'll pick this up later." He finally said to Rear Admiral Bates who nodded and gathered his documents before getting up and leaving the office, nodding to Poppy who greeted him with a "Sir." Once the door was closed she walked towards the office.

"What the hell is this? You have no right to stop me from flying!"

"I have every right, in this case I'm not stopping you from flying, I'm removing you from this mission."

He straightened up in his seat, leaning slightly over his desk on which he crossed his hands.

"Are you aware that Hangman said all that just to get rid of me? Would you have called me back if you didn't think I could do it? Do you doubt my abilities?"

He passed his hands over his face while posted on the other side of the desk she leaned forward putting her hands flat on it.

"Of course not. But under the circumstances, under the method you are being taught, under the only way to complete this mission, there will be casualties." He paused, anchoring his gaze in hers. "And I won't risk losing you." She straightened up, gritting her teeth.

"Then it's personal."

"This is not the time to discuss this Molly."

"It's time if I decide to." She replied curtly, Beau's gaze turning stern. "You can't interfere with my career and ground me as soon as the danger is too great for your taste. It’s part of our job, if you constantly do that I will never fly again!"

"Molly that's enough, we'll discuss it tonight."

"Oh no, we're going to talk about this now. Put me back in."

"Molly..." He ran a hand over his face, his tone dragging.

"Beau, if you do this it’s over."

Her words had the effect of a bomb and he looked her straight in the eyes stunned by what she had just said.

"Your choice Beau, either accept the risk without something necessarily happening to me, or lose me."

A silence settled between the two of them, looking into each other's eyes and it seemed to last forever until he finally spoke again in a neutral tone.

"After careful consideration Lieutenant Caldwell, your abilities making you a suitable pilot for this mission, you are reintegrate in it."

She straightened up and her chest heaved as she took a deep relieved breath, she didn't realize she had been holding it until then.

"Thank you sir." She turned on her heels about to leave the office when he rose from his seat, slipping one hand into his pants pocket, the other touching the desk with his fingertips.

"I didn’t authorize you to dispose of Lieutenant." He spoke in a sharp tone.

With her hand on the doorknob she turned her head towards him, his downcast look had given way to a threatening one, knowing full well what was coming next her fingers slid from the door handle to the lock below and locked the door.

"Good." He commented on her gesture.

With a feline gait she returned to the office.

"You seem irritated."

"Why wouldn't I be? You show up into my office and discuss an order."

"Seriously Beau?" A frank laugh shook her chest. "I don't think I stormed in here like a fury and almost revealing our little secret. And as for discussing an order, it's within my rights to want to discuss a decision with my superior and express my point of view. You never would have made that decision if Hangman hadn't come in to screwed it up."

"Are you really going to blame me for wanting to protect you?"

"You can't protect me Beau, I blame you for letting the personal override the professional. We agreed this wouldn't happen! Do you know what it's like to be put on the spot for that reason?! No, you didn't think about that, did you? Maybe you were more focused on the possible loss of your toy, who would have sucked you under the desk on your lunch break otherwise?"

A dull growl escaped from his chest. "You're going too far, be careful."

"Or else what? Fire me, my career won't end there. Fire me, and what will Admiral Kazansky think of a Vice Admiral who sexually blackmailed one of his subordinates?"

His jaw clenched so hard he could have broken it in anger.

"You are going way too far Molly, stop this right now."

"It was you who started Beau, assume that for once you didn't take the right decision, even though the intention was laudable I admit, it was unprofessional." She paused and thought for a moment before going too far and regretting it. "It's up to you if you'd rather sleep on the couch tonight, if not it'll be me." She was about to turn her heels and leave once and for all of his office when in a flash he made the turn. Everything happened quickly, a hand sliding in her neck he drew against her to crush his lips on hers, pressing her against him with a hand in her lower back. Surprised but without any intention to push back him, she rolled up her arms around his nape and pressed her chest against his deepening this passionate kiss, one of those which follow the reconciliation of an argument. Taking off his lips of hers he put his forehead against hers.

"No one will sleep on the couch tonight."

#beau cyclone simpson #beau simpson #cyclone x reader #beau cyclone simpson x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick x reader

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siberat · 2 months

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Another little prompt idea for you: a bot baby talking and cooing at their partner’s jiggly belly? Bonus points if partner pretends to be exasperated but finds the attention very endearing lol

Sitting back in his chair never felt better! In fact, Vor/tex reclined the chair back to lessen the pressure on his overly stuffed tummy. This was new to him: usually, it was A/id who enjoyed packing down the food. However, the ‘C/on, being a smart-aft, spoke taunting words to the Auto/bot.

And the Auto/bot called him out on it.

So, the roles were reversed. Instead of Vor/tex proudly showing off and feeding his lover the full-course meal, A/id got his payback. And the chopper couldn’t back down- he never backed down from a challenge! What kind of Deceptic/on would he be if he chickened out? Especially to an Auto/bot?

He was way too proud for that.

Plus, it was rather rewarding to see A/id’s face light up with glee as he took charge for once. The once meek and timid Auto/bot finally grew a pair and had no qualms about throwing sass around. Vor/tex quite liked the new A/id with his fiercely stern glares and bold demands!

The pair started with the hors d’oeuvres, which consisted of greasy, deep-fried mozzarella sticks smothered in marinara sauce. They were fed bite by bite, the melty cheese pulling off in gooey strings.

“Baby liked those, didn’t he?” A/id cooed, pushing the empty dish aside and replacing it with a bowl filled to the brim with soup.

“Oh, this is such a big-boy meal. Can my little mech handle this? For someone so small, it may be too much!” A large spoonful of hearty, robo-chicken corn chowder was flown into the awaiting mouth, airplane style. Tex, of course, rolled his optics at the antics. For Prim/us’ sake, he was a helicopter, at least! This dish was filling on its own, and Tex felt his stomach grow heavy when the spoon clinked in the empty bowl.

“Oh, such a good little baby, hmmm?” A/id spoke in a higher-pitched, squeaky voice. “Did you have enough?”

But the feeding was nowhere near finished.

The main course was a roasted cyber-duck with all the fixings. The sides included Hasselback butternut squash, mushroom rice, cranberry pecan stuffing, and bread dumplings. The squash was very sweet, and the mushroom rice had that distinct earthy taste. However, everything was just so filling! And A/id didn’t give up. Vor/tex was not about to call it quits- he would NOT lose this battle.

The interrogator’s belly ballooned out, painfully expanding against his plating. And dessert still had to be served! Of course, Fi/rst A/id asked if he needed to stop, but there was no way he’d admit defeat.

However, there was no objection to the medic removing his abdominal plating. And once that blubbery protoform was freed and exploded onto his lap, a smidge of relief was felt. This feeling was short-lived, for a colossal strawberry cheesecake awaited him.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Fi/rst A/id spoke, trying to stifle a gloating smirk. “Such a big dish….”

Vor/tex furrowed his optics and matched the smirk. “No problem.”

“Oh, lookit this big, bad ‘C/on stepping up to the plate?” A/id giggled and winked as a plate holding a large slice of cake was pushed forward. “Let’s see how much of a big bot you really are, hmmm? Or is it all just hot air?” A spoon cut the tip off the yellow cake drizzled with red sauce and crystal strawberries and was pressed to his lips. “Open wide, big boy.”

Never taking his optics off the doctor’s, Vor/tex opened up. His mouth was filled with intoxicating sweetness. This was tasty, the sheer deliciousness awakening his taste receptors as if on fire, but he was just so full! His belly began to clench and groan in protest. Long, whiny gurgles erupted, registering warnings of pain at his more than overfilled tanks. But he swallowed. And opened his mouth for the next offering.

“Oh, lookit you go,” A/id cooed. You are so demanding… yelling at me as if I am not feeding you fast enough.”

Vor/tex rolled his optics. He didn’t speak a word. Prim/us, the way this dessert was shoveled in, he didn’t have time to speak. Bite after bite, the ‘C/on worked hard to win this unspoken challenge.

“I’m going as fast as possible.” A/id pouted, but eventually the last of the cake slice was consumed. “How are you feeling now, sweetie-pie?”

Vor/tex grimaced as he stifled a burp. His belly violently rumbled. Servos rubbed over his bloated paunch that heavily rested upon his lap. His tummy was no longer sleek and slim; now, it was as if he had swallowed a beachball filled with cement.

“Oh, you want more? Whatever you say, sweetcheeks!” A/id didn’t even bother cutting another slice; he stabbed another bite from the cake.

“Wha- “

His protests were silenced with another mouthful of dessert. Prim/us, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take! Breathing became more challenging, and sweat beaded from his brow. The room felt warm, yet more and more food was shoved into his maw. And the belly grumbles became angrier and more strained. His belly throbbed in agonizing pain as if daggers stabbed from the inside. Oh, how he yearned for relief from this torment!

“Aww, poor baby,” A/id pouted, setting down the fork and pushing the half-eaten cake away. “Was that too much to handle? Does baby need a break?”

The only response Vor/tex could muster was a sickening groan. His tanks were beyond stuffed. If he moved too quickly, he bet he’d get sick.

“Wanna sit down in that comfy-womfy recliner?” Vor/tex shook his helm yes as his belly gurgled and quivered like an earthquake. “Here, allow me to help you.” A/id’s servo gently patted at the rock-hard belly as he made a tsk sound, then held a hand out to help the bloated ‘C/on to his pedes, then to sA/id chair.

And now, Vor/tex sat relaxing, watching A/id rummaging through his tote. Some pink fluid was brought out and poured into a little cup. The medic walked over to the pained ‘C/on and held the cup out.

“Here, take this.”

“N-No more A/id,” Tec’s face contorted while his optics screamed for mercy. “If I eat anything else, I’ll pop!”

“It’s medicine,” A/id put the cup to the other’s lips. “It’ll help soothe that belly ache, babe.”

The pink fluid was tipped into parted lips, its chalky taste coating the mouth and throat when swallowed.

“Now, where were we?” A/id spoke as he pushed the chopper’s legs apart and dropped to his knees. “I think someone needs a reward…. Don’t you think?” Servos rubbed over that swollen beachball of a belly, ghosting the gentlest touch over that stretched protomesh. “Just lookit how big you got. Are you all full and cozy?”

Vor/tex rolled his optics, then clenched them shut as yet another gurgle rippled through his gut.

“Awwww, that’s it…. Let it out, baby.” A/id cooed. His servos rubbed in wide circles over the vast crest of the tummy, then his face dipped in to steal a kiss. “You did such a swell job. I think you need a reward, don’tcha think?”

Vor/tex’s engines nearly revved at that thought, and he repositioned his hips for what he thought he would receive. However, the medic’s hands stilled any movement.

“Oh, don’t worry. All my attention is going to be on you and you alone…” A/id sA/id sweetly, between pecking kisses to the rumbly belly. “I’ll make you feel all good in no time.”

“Hey A/id…. I’m up here…” Vor/tex pointed his servos upwards and gave his most alluring grin, but his partner paid him no mind. Instead, he just felt the belly rub and kisses. “You know….” He sighed, resting his helm on the back of the chair. He could go for some kisses right about now…but his lover was too busy focusing on his bulging stomach. He couldn’t stop himself from rolling his optics at his lover’s actions.

He wanted to be doted on…. Not his tummy.

“Oh, you are such a big boy, aren’t ya?” A/id hummed, giving a long smooch to the tummy while servo’s gently patted. “Such a lovely tum-tum! What a treat you are to behold.”

Oh, Prim/us! That patting, while gentle, just jostled around his stuffed gut, causing it to churn. He could feel cramps kicking in as the pressure built inside. This was the worst case of the bubble guts he had ever experienced! It felt as if pop rocks and soda were mixed in his gut as excess gas built up and tickled from the inside. Painful spasms erupted, and fingers chased the contracting areas but to no avail. Nothing would soothe this angry breast!

That tickling sensation traveled upwards, and the ‘C/on’s optics shot open. Pressure rose up his throat, and without much warning, a large bark of a burp erupted and echoed through the room. His servo quickly covered his mouth, fearing the expulsion of stomach contents. Thankfully, it was just a loud, wet belch. However, the acidic tang of fluid did not serve well as an after-dinner mint.

“Oh, that sounds like someone’s a piggy-wiggy!” A/id used a higher-pitched, cutsey-wutsy tone to his voice as his nose was gently rubbed against the firm mesh. “Someone needs to learn some manners, doesn’t he? Hmmmm?”

Vor/tex growled, though from annoyance from his partner or relief of the built-up pressure, no one knew. But each time his belly quaked, fingers were quick to rub small, soothing circles over the erupting spasms. And every time pressure built in his gut, A/id worked to free the trapped gas, pressing the belly just enough to literally burp the air out of him.

“Does baby feel better now that he’s been burped?” A/id coddled, messaging his fingers on the still swelled but not quite as bloated belly. “There’s a good boy…you ate so well for me tonight…”

Fi/rst A/id prattled on complimenting the paunch, and Vor/tex just harrumphed. Until those hands and mouth travelled southward. He licked his lips and spread his legs in anticipation of what was to come.

And let out a frustrated whine when those digits danced and mouth sucked on his chubbed up thighs and not…well, somewhere else. “Prim/us A/id!” The ‘C/on all but shouted. “You’re such a fraggin’ tease!”

“Hmmmm?” The medic feigned innocence. “Oh, these juicy drumsticks need some loving, would you say?”

Vor/tex only responded with a yelp as a set of teeth sunk into the meaty inner thigh, followed by licking and sucking. And when the Auto/bot hummed, the vibrations tickled through his thigh, shooting up his neuronet like a lightning bolt. If only that humming was someplace else…

But having his plumper thighs messaged at felt erotic. While he would never admit this out loud, having his partner dote and coo over his swelled tummy was nice. Just knowing A/id enjoyed feeding him made him feel good. Just knowing the weight gain turned his partner on was invigorating. Hearing the happiness in the medic’s voice made it pleasurable. Plus, the enthusiasm the Doctor had over baby-talking his gut was cute and rather enjoyable.

He could do without the pain from overindulging. But the pampering being stuffed to the limits brought on- even if it was just to his belly and thighs- was well worth it.

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as much as I want to keep editing this, I need to stop! This is long enough as it is! I almost went with on/slaught (feede)with vor/tex being the feeder…. But I dont know too much about on/slaught and I just couldn’t pass up aid baby-talking that tummy! It’s your fault really for getting me hooked on t/ex a/id…. O.0. Hope you like!

#chubformers #siberat writes #siberat drabbles #siberat prompts #Chubfiction

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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year

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Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 18 Emotion

(So this is completely far ahead in the order and I will likely revisit this when I am able to see it in order. But if this doesnt deter you from reading this review. Spoilers below)

-Andre is here. And is like "Wait, no drama this time?" Then is happy. I am still mad at you andre, but you are a mood

-I really hoped he was planning on leaving

-Wait a minute, they going right into it? Like no drama? Marinette and adrien about to kiss? NO WEIRDNESS? What is this?

-AND RIGHT ON CUE, interuption

-"Was that weird that he left tikki." "Bitch you both weird af"

-WAIT! THEY CONFESSED ALREADY! FUCKING FUCK GLOOB! I WHY WOULD YOU... I... SHIT BALLS DICK HOLE. FUCKING FUCK

-Okay, I am calm. But apparently they havent kissed officially yet

-So Marinette decided to back off on the scheduling thing which is why she doesnt know. Good for her

-Kagami fighting with her mom with kendo swords and then lila shows up...

-Lila... what are you up too. Also Kagami and Adrien are getting introduced as king and queen at this ball which is awkward af because they arent together

-Still has feelings... Oh.... oh no.

-"You arent a precious stone, you're just a stone!' ROASTED. Kagami roasting bitches by the open fire

-No kagami, you SHOULD mean to hurt her

-What the heck, Zoe out here blasting these parties. Good on her.

-Zoe being a good friend here and helping Marinette work stuff out and then giving her a means of getting into the ball.

-So the masks are the way to get in. Also Ali is there. Neat

-Nathalie being passive aggressive is fun

-Lila got denied!

-Kagami laughing over Marinette and adrien being together and having fun. She gets some joy out of that.

-Tikki growing so tired of Marinette's Bulls***

-Good thing those Mask dont have pictures of the person they actually look like.

-Why was adrien stunned at Kagami's ring... Unless... THATS NOT ADRIEN

-Amelie is here and Felix is missing?! Well that confirms my theory

-GET HIS ASS AMELIE

-He didnt invite her to the ball, what the f*** gabe

-"There is always a choice." damn Amelie. Putting Nathalie on blast

-How did she get that dress on so fast. Also Marinette is slaying it.

-They really just copy and pasted that one girl in the background like 5 times

-Chloé just took Marinette because she thinks she's a rich girl. Oh no

-Marinette saying her underling's name was Chloé which is funny to me. Girl shot her insult

-Kagami saying adrien is being the brave assertive guy she always wanted him to be, but Adrien (who I know isnt adrien) is being flirty af. That is Felix, 100%.

-I am like 99% sure Kagami is a sentimonster now

-Adrien/Felix really out here slinging massive dick energy. Like kagami is smitten but cant help but feel its off

-Marinette... thats not Adrien! OH NO

-Gabriel heard the name Marinette and IMMEDIATELY knew s*** was going wrong

-Marinette was precious and I cant help but think, Aww she doesnt

-Wait... IS it adrien? No it cant be something is off. He isnt adrien

-Wow these are lame rich kids

-THERE IT IS! I KNEW IT WAS FELIX

-Where is Adrien?! Also did Chloe just JUMP HER! OMG

-OH SHIT HE JUST TRANSFORMED. Also its dope af

-Wait did he just summon a moon? DID HE JUST GIVE HIMSELF THE POWER OF THANOS!?

-And Chloé is gone. Felix is MVP

-Argos, thats such a cool name

-Gabriel is gone! Felix you lovable little bastard. You are great. Keep it up

-Kagami looks so devastated. BABY GIRL

-Felix cares about his cousin, thats cute

-HE JUST DROPPED MARINETTE IN THE TRASH!

-Marinette wants payback! FOR STRIKEBACK

-OMG! HE GOT A MUSICAL NUMBER! FELIX GOING FULL DISNEY VILLAIN

-OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH UNIRONICALLY

-Felix just embracing it. I feel so much joy (10/10)

-Felix also says NO COPS

-Ladybug really letting Felix have it. Go girl!

-Felix just kicked her into a building.

-Wow... so the Peacock miraculous makes him super strong too? wtf

-Felix trying to make a better world with no masters or slaves.

-Tell me youre a sentimonster, without saying you are a sentimonster

-Felix really thought this out. So bascially saying he will thanos the world.

-Ladybug looking for a solution with... NOTHING?!

-Omg there is no solution. OMG THERE IS NO LUCKY CHARM

-Oh.... I get it hehehe

-Ladybug called his bluff.

-Yo... empty paris. Dark

-KAGAMI!

-Wait... Adrien? Did he ... oh he made the sentimonster earlier and snapped adrien first! thats how... OMG

-So he made the moon earlier in a ring. And they did all this to save adrien

-He planned this for weeks. DAMN so he hid it in the fake ring. Smart

-Its kind of funny that Kagami is just swinging at him like crazy, and Felix has been acting like a little kid thinking he did good. I feel kind of sad man

-You can be happy without your father adrien. But everything else you said is true

-Felix realizes he done goofed. Its sad he went from evil to adorable. Baby boy.

-Marinette's plan worked. Because Felix wasnt a true villain. Nice

-So Polygami coming back anyone? BRING ON THE THRUPPLE! -"My friend... My sister." Yea Felix is 100% a sentimonster

-Yo... can i give Felix a hug. He needs a hug

-Oh so now you can make ice cream for the 3 of them. Sure Andre. You bastard

-The ring... Gabriel... you son of a ....

-And apparently Lila knows he's monarch apparently?!

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So I am missing a LOT of what happened. Thankfully it seems like i can piece together a few things.

Adrien, Kagami and Felix are like 99% likely to be Sentimonsters.

Yep... so thats a thing

I think I will rate this a 8/10.

I may not like all the revelations that happened. But Felix stole the show and I loved every scene he was in.

#ml emotion #ml spoilers #emotion spoilers #miraculous ladybug spoilers

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 49

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 6.0k

Chapter 48 | Masterlist

I groaned in frustration as I made another attempt at Carol’s pie crust recipe. It was simple, but every time I moved it, it broke. “Ugh! Rooster!” I called out in frustration. “You okay?” He asked as he came in through the back door. “No.” I groaned out, leaning on the island. “What’s wrong?” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my head. “It keeps breaking every time I go to put it on the plate.” He chuckled, kissing my temple. “Here, I’ll help you.” I nodded and he helped me gently lift the crust, and lay it on the plate where I molded the cracks back together. “Thank you.” I said as I tossed it in the fridge. “Got the grill fired up?” He nodded and grabbed the chuck roast that’s been marinating all night. We put it on and closed the lid, letting it cook.

I was running around the kitchen, finishing up the sides and I hadn’t even gotten dressed yet. “Honey, go get ready. I’ll handle this.” I shook my head. “I have to finish up this potato salad, and then I will.” I said as I was mixing it. Suddenly Rooster gently grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Tell me how to finish it and I will.” I huffed before nodding and cleaning my hands off. “Thank you. I’ll be back.” I said as I kissed his cheek and went upstairs. I changed into a white and blue floral sundress and straightened my hair before I decided I looked good. The doorbell went off and I went downstairs, swinging the door open. “Hey guys.” I greeted, letting in Payback and Rita. “I couldn’t not bring anything, so I brought wine.” She said as she held up two bottles. “Nice!” Soon everyone else rolled in, the only people I was waiting on were her parents. "MOM! CAILA WON'T LET HAVE A BITE OF THE FOOD!" Jameson screamed from beside me and I turned to him. "You know damn well this is for Penny! It's not about you J." I said as I put the cling wrap over the bowls to keep the bugs out of it. "But I'm hungry!" He whined like a child. He was really working my nerves today. Suddenly a large hand reached by me and Jameson took off outside with hamburger buns in his hands. "JAMESON!" I screamed, running after him.

It didn't take long for me to catch him, diving and wrapping my arms around his legs, causing him to fall, losing the bread in his hands. "My food!" He cried before turning to me. "I'm gonna kill you!" He grabbed me and put me in a headlock as he stood, but I swiped his leg and we both fell to the ground. I managed to get free and grabbed his leg and pulled it backwards towards his spine. He let out a high pitched scream before reaching back and grabbing my hair that dangled at my shoulder making me scream. Rooster burst out the back door with a look of concern on his face but it went away when he saw our positions. "KICK HIS ASS CAILA!" Laura yelled from behind Roo, startling him. "Let go of my leg!" "Let go of my hair and I will!" I pulled harder, making him yell. "I just wanted food!" "My house, my rules!" He pulled my hair harder, making my back arch. "I swear to god if you rip out my hair, I'm breaking your leg!" A sharp whistle made us stop and we managed to catch sight of our dad. I tugged his leg one last time. "UNCLE!" At that I let him go and stood. “I’ll get you back for that.” He said as he laid on the ground, chest heaving as he tried to breathe. I laughed, looking down at him, not having broken a sweat. “Sure ya will.” I said as I walked off towards Rooster. Laura gave me a high five as she laughed at her husband. “That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.” Rooster whispered in my ear as he gripped my waist. I giggled, tilting my head up at him. “Oh yeah?” I whispered in his ear, deciding to tease him and use the tip of my tongue to lick his neck, making him groan.

“Makes me want to take you inside and bend you over.” He said as he squeezed my waist, my dress scrunching in his hold. “Mm, maybe later.” I said, stepping out of his hold and walking around him to go back inside. I finished a few things before the doorbell rang again. I took a deep breath knowing it would be Admiral Benjamin and his wife. I grabbed the doorknob, steeling my nerves as I swung the door open. “Admiral Benjamin. Pleasure to meet you.” I allowed them to come in before shaking Admiral Benjamin’s hand in the entryway. “Pleasure to meet you as well, Lieutenant. But just call me Stephen, and this is my wife Dorothy.” I shook her hand as well as I heard someone behind me. “Oh, Bradley!” I called and he smiled as he came over, his arm immediately finding my waist. “Admiral this is my fiance, Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.” They shook hands. “Call sign?” “Rooster, sir.” He nodded and stared at him for a second. “Are you Nick Bradshaw’s boy?” He nodded, a grin on his face. “I am.” Admiral Benjamin laughed. “Your dad was a great man.” Rooster’s smile widened. “Thank you, sir.”

“Can I get you guys a drink or anything?” Rooster asked. “White wine please.” Dorothy said and he nodded. “Got any scotch?” Rooster nodded. My father apparently gifted him some when they went golfing. With that I made sure everything was outside on the tables so it would be ready when Mav, Penny and Amelia got here. “So why did you decide to host my daughter's party here?” Stephen asked me. “Well it was actually Maverick’s idea.” I said. “So why didn’t Maverick do it at his place?” I knew he was searching for faults in Maverick. “Well his place is an airstream in a hangar, out in the desert. He didn’t want to do it at Penny’s place because it would’ve been too hard to keep her out of the house long enough. My house was the next best place.” I said as I set up the hamburger buns. “I know you don’t like Mav.” I said, catching his attention. “He’s in the navy. He’s going to be deployed. But all those times he ‘left’ Penny? Were because you sent him off. Did you ever stop and consider he’d stay and be good for her if you just let them be?” He stared at me and didn’t say anything, but the doorbell going off tore me away from the conversation.

Everyone went quiet as I went into the house. I swung the door open, smiling at Penny, Mav and Amelia. “Hey! Oh my god, happy birthday!” I said as I pulled Penny into a hug. “Thank you. Pete said we had to stop by here before dinner, he said he hid my gift at your house.” She said with a wide grin on her face. “He sure did! It’s out back!” I said and motioned them through. She grinned, walking towards the back door. “I swear, Pete. If you got me a dog.” She said but stopped in the doorway as everyone yelled surprise. She turned to Pete, eyes glassy. “Thank you.” She said, pulling him into a kiss. “Food’s ready if you’re hungry.” I said and she nodded, making her way outside.She hugged her parents as Rooster pulled the meat off the grill and I shredded it. “Alright, birthday girl first!” Everyone came up one by one, getting their food and drinks and finally, I was able to sit down in a chair with food and a beer. I sat in a chair next to Rooster, smiling at him as we all dug in. The chatter was loud, with a lot of questions pertaining to the wedding. Once we were done eating I made Penny sit at the table as I went inside, grabbing the still hot pie. I stuck twenty candles in it before walking outside. The sun had gone down and the only light came from the ones strung up around the yard.

“I was told you weren’t a fan of cake.” I said as I sat the pie down in front of her. “You shouldn’t have.” She said, smiling at me. “Well I did,” I said as I took dad’s lighter, lighting all the candles. “Now blow out your twenty candles!” I said and she laughed, closing her eyes for a few seconds before blowing them out. We all cheered and I started cutting the pie, giving Penny the first slice. “So, what’d you wish for?” Mav asked, leaning down and kissing her head. “If I told you, it wouldn't come true.” She said, smirking at him. “They really do love each other, don’t they?” I asked, leaning back into Rooster’s chest. “Yeah, they do. But not as much as us.” I laughed. “Now let me have a bite of that pie.” I held the fork up to his lips, him moaning in delight as he took a bite. “Taste just like mom’s.” He said, hugging me closer. “I’ll need to cook more of her recipes now that we have her recipe box.” He hummed in agreement, burying his face in my neck. “Is this how our life is going to be from now on?” I asked and he nodded. “As long as you want it, pretty girl. As long as you want it.” I smiled. “I could get used to this.” I watched as everyone talked and had fun. JJ was in Jake’s arms, getting tossed in the air while Laura watched on in worry. “Me too.” He whispered back.

Once everything was said and done, everyone left, mom and Laura hanging back to help me clean. We finally finished and gathered in the living room, me snatching JJ from Jameson and sitting next to Rooster. “You’re gonna be the cutest little ring bearer.” I said and he grinned at me. “I’m still offended I don’t have a part in this wedding.” Jameson said as he jokingly pouted on the couch. “Well we did want to ask you something.” I said, glancing from Jameson to Rooster. He raised an eyebrow at us, curious about our offer. “We were wondering if you’d walk the dogs down the aisle and hold onto them during the ceremony.” He narrowed his eyes at us. “I know it seems insignificant. But it would mean a lot to us.” I said, leaning my head on Rooster’s shoulder, cradling JJ close. He looked from me to Dahlia, who caught his eye and got up, slowly walking over. She put her front paws on the couch, putting her face in Jameson’s. “Ugh, fine. Only because I can’t say no to this face.” He said, grabbing her face and smiling at her. “Well, I guess that means we have everyone we need for the wedding.” I said, grinning at Rooster.

Soon we all said our goodbyes, seeing as everyone was leaving tonight. Mom just wrapped up her tour and she had a few interviews in L.A. but everyone else was going home. I turned to Rooster, who was grabbing the last of the trash. “You okay if I go change?” He smiled at me, and nodded. I rushed upstairs, dogs behind me and went into the bedroom to get ready for bed. It was back to work tomorrow and I was excited and not ready all at once. I washed my face, and brushed my hair before I changed into one of Bradley’s shirts and nothing else. I finally crawled into our warm bed, rubbed lotion on my legs and grabbed my book. I had my glasses on and was reading until a figure in the doorway caught my attention. I looked up to see Rooster leaning on the doorframe, giving me a soft smile. “You okay?” I asked and he nodded. “I just can’t believe I get to marry you, and get to see you like this for the rest of my life.” I giggled like a schoolgirl, smiling widely as he made his way over.

He approached the bed, and pulled the covers off me before climbing up the bed on all fours. “Mm, and I get this for the rest of my life.” I said as he straddled my waist. His large hands ran down my body, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head. I was bare before him and the cold air brought my nipples to a peak. He licked his lips as he stared down at me, his hand cupping my breast before he ran his thumb over my nipple. “God, you’re beautiful.” I smirked up at him, running my hands up his denim clad thighs and over his clothed erection. He hissed as I applied pressure and moaned as I unbuttoned his jeans. “I’m beautiful and skillful.” He laughed as I stuck my hand into his boxers, gripping his erection, making him buck up into my hand. “How about you show me how skillful you can be?” I could only grin up at him before he flipped us over.

The following night we were at home, curled up on the couch, ready to watch mom’s interview. “How do you think this is gonna go?” I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s JImmy Kimmel, anything can happen.” I said as Rooster plopped down on the couch next to me, a wine glass and a bottle of riesling in hand. “Thank you.” I said as he filled the glass and handed it to me. He smiled just as mom walked on stage. In typical Regina Motey fashion her outfit was all glitter and rhinestones, shimmering as she met Jimmy and sat down. “It’s so great to have you back on the show.” She smiled at him. “It’s great to be here.” “So, you just wrapped up your tour and I hear you're planning a wedding for your daughter?” He asked and my heart fell into my stomach. “I am.” She said with a big smile. “How’s that going?” He asked. “It’s going great. They’re basically doing the planning themselves, but we did find her dress and hosted her engagement party this past week.”

“And how do you feel about her fiance? Seeing how the last one turned out.” I sunk down a little lower in my seat, Rooster tightening his hold on me. “We love him! Bradley has quickly become part of the family and I couldn’t have asked for a better man for her.” I looked up at Bradley who had a wide grin on his face. “Now Bradley is the one she was seeing when she was married? Don’t you think that’s a little tasteless?” I leaned more into Bradley as my mom narrowed her eyes at him. “Well considering how he treated her, I don’t blame her for finding comfort in someone else. He treats her really well and you can tell he thinks she hangs the stars and moon. You can call it tasteless if you want, but what I think is tasteless is how he hurt her, cheated on her and tried to pin her for murder.” I fought back the grin at her words. Mom could snap, and lose her cool and she can look crazy, but she can also be very tactful. The rest of the interview was about her music and what’s next and you could tell she was dying to get out of there.

Once it was over we went upstairs to go to bed and I was putting lotion on my legs when he came out of the bathroom in nothing but his boxers. “You okay?” My head snapped up to him and I nodded. “You sure? You seem out of it.” He asked, laying next to me as I put my lotion away. “Yeah. It’s just weird remembering that other people are aware of our relationship and have their own opinions on it.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my chest. “You know their opinions don’t matter, right?” I nodded, running my hands through his soft curls. “I do. It’s just a reminder that my life isn’t as private as most.” He hummed, slowly drifting off. “We should get some sleep, Roo. I love you.” I said and he hummed. “Love you too.” He muttered, slowly drifting off.

Tuesday proved to be busy. We had quite a few hops lined up and I knew I would be spending most of my day in the air. By the end of my first hop, I was already sweating as I brought my jet down, landing smoothly and taxiing into a space between Rooster and Payback’s jet. I lifted the canopy and got out, climbing down to the ground. “Hey, check your phone. Your mom has blown me up in the last twenty minutes.” Rooster said, coming over. I furrowed my brows, pulling my phone from my flight suit pocket. I had thirteen missed calls and a text in all caps saying, ‘Call me! Now!’ I furrowed my brows, pulling up her contact. “I’ll call her real quick. Be careful.” I said and he leaned down, kissing me before making his way towards his jet. I walked into the hangar, hitting the call button. It barely rang before she answered. “Please. For the love of god, tell me that is not you.” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Of course it’s me. Who else would be calling you? You asked me to!”

“Not calling me! The pictures!” She yelled. “What pictures are you talking about?” I asked, leaning against the wall. “Oh my god. How do you not know?!” I groaned. “Stop yelling at me!” I yelled back. “It’s all over twitter! Your ass is everywhere!” I furrowed my brows, opening my twitter. Immediately I saw all the notifications and all the tags. “Oh my god.” I said as tears filled my eyes. It was a picture of me in a black bra and thong, taken from behind so my ass was on full display. “Yeah! Now you see why I blew up your phone?!” I shook my head, scrolling and all I saw was that picture. “Who posted it?” I demanded. “I don’t know. The person who originally posted it deleted their account.” More notifications popped up and I gasped seeing another photo. It was me in the same lingerie, leaned back against the bed, legs spread wide as my hands gripped my breasts through the bra. “Oh my god they just posted another.” I went to the page but it had already been deleted. “I sent these to Rooster when they took my wings. I never shared these with anyone else.”

“Well I guess you better make sure that he didn’t share them with anyone else. Because Caila, this can ruin your career.” I shook my head. Rooster would never do that, I know he wouldn’t. “What if someone hacked into my storage?” I asked. “It’s not impossible. But you might wanna go in and delete all those pictures.” I nodded. “Mama. What am I gonna do? It’s on the internet! That lasts forever!” I slid down the wall, out of sight of everyone. “You’re going to delete all the pictures you have that are like these two. Then I would call Jerry and brief him because if this guy is caught, you can press charges.” I nodded. “If you want I can have Chelsea get a press release ready.” I shook my head. “Not yet, I wanna see if we can figure this out first. But keep her on standby just in case.” I said as I ran my hand down my face, tears streaking my cheeks. “Who would do this?” I asked, my voice breaking. “Cruel people. People who get off on hurting others.” I wiped my eyes, streaking my mascara in the process. “Delete those pictures. That’s the best way to stop this before it gets worse.” I nodded, going in and deleting the pictures from my camera role and my storage. All dirty pictures of me, and Bradley for safe measure. “Done.” I said. “Good, you need to tell Bradley about it as well.” I nodded. “He’s in the air right now. I’ll pull him aside when he lands.” She hummed. “You’ll get through this. You’ll be okay.” I nodded. “Thanks, mama.”

“You’re welcome.” With that we hung up and I took a deep breath, head falling back against the wood. Can my life get anymore fucked up? With that thought I got up, walking to the locker room to clean up my face. I used a makeup wipe I keep in my bag and cleaned off my makeup, deciding going bare faced was better for today. I walked out of the locker room, heading back to the hangar and everyone I passed, I felt like they were all looking and staring at me. Every time I saw someone on their phones, I wondered if they were seeing the pictures. I made it back out into the hangar and I opted to sit down while I waited on Mav, Phoenix, Bob and Rooster to come down. I made small talk with Hangman and Halo while I waited, not wanting to tell them about the pictures. After about an hour Rooster landed, and made his way into the hangar. “What’d your mom want?” He asked, leaning down and kissing my forehead. I stood, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from everyone. “Everything okay?” He asked and I shook my head as I pulled out my phone, deciding showing him was better than explaining.

I pulled up my twitter and handed him my phone. I watched as his face went from confused to angry. His face turned red and the vein on the side of his neck bulged. “You didn’t share those with anyone, right?” His gaze shifted to me. “Of course not. Who the fuck posted these?” He asked, his voice deep and anger seeping through the air. “I don’t know.” What do you mean you don’t know?!” He yelled. “I don’t fucking know!” I yelled back. I noticed we caught everyone's attention and I pulled him a little farther away. “They make an account, post a picture, then delete the account. I think they hacked into my storage.” He ran his hands through his hair, practically shaking. “I deleted all the dirty pictures I had. Ones of me and you.” He nodded, still scrolling. “God, the things these people are saying are fucking disgusting.” I shook my head. “I haven’t read the captions. I can’t bring myself to.” I knew people would have rude and vulgar things to say, but I couldn’t read it. Tears filled my eyes, and I sat on the crate behind me. “Hey,” He said, crouching in front of me and placing his hands on my legs. “We’ll figure this out. Okay?” I nodded and he reached up, swiping tears from my cheeks.

“I’m just scared they have worse pictures saved, and what if they post the ones of you?” I asked and he shook his head, sitting next to me. “If they do, we’ll worry about it then. Right now we need to figure out how to get your pictures down.” He continued scrolling, getting angrier and angrier. “Stop.” I said, grabbing my phone. “l’m tired of seeing them.” He sighed, staring at me as I locked my phone and put it back in my pocket. “We’ll figure this out. Okay?” I nodded as he kissed my temple. “What if they take my wings again? I may not get them back this time.” The thought scared me. The only thing I have ever done is fly. I don’t know if I could ever do anything else. I knew my time in the air was limited with my eyesight deteriorating and even then, I don’t know what I would do. He turned my head, making me look at him. “We’re gonna do everything we can to prevent that. Right now, you need to focus because you have another hop after lunch and you need to be in the right headspace.” I nodded, standing. “I need to call Jerry. With everything going on he at least needs to be made aware.” He nodded. “Well, call him. I’ll sit here with you while you do it.” I nodded, dialing the number for Jerry’s office. “Jerry Polinski’s office.” A high pitched voice answered on the other end. “Hi, my name is Caila Motley. I’m a client of Jerry’s and I need to speak with him.”

“Just a moment.” We sat in silence for a minute until Jerry’s voice came through. “Caila! I’d say I love hearing from you, but I don’t think this is a social call.” I cracked a small smile. “I wish it was.” He sighed. “So what’s going on?” I leaned my head on Rooster’s shoulder, his arm wrapping around my waist. “I don’t know if you have twitter, but someone hacked my phone storage.” He hummed. “And they’re posting some more… risque photos on twitter.” I heard him clicking away on his computer. “Do you know who did it?” I shook my head. “I wish. They post the photos and then delete the accounts.” He sighed. “I hate to say it, but do you think it’s related to the break in?” My blood ran cold and I knew Bradley could tell. “No. Would that even be a possibility?” Rooster gripped me tighter. “It would be a backwards step for him. But it’s not impossible.” I sighed, tears springing to my eyes again. “I’m so tired of this.” I said, closing my eyes and tears streaking my face.

“Is there anything we can do, Jerry?” Rooster asked. “Without an IP address there isn’t much. I would try and get one because then you can track it.” He nodded. “Who can we get to track an IP address?” I asked. “Police, government agencies. A private investigator can track it through public domain and they’re pretty good at that.” I sighed. “The police aren’t gonna do shit, I don’t think any government agency is gonna do anything-” “So we’ll hire a PI.” Rooster cut me off, looking proud at his brilliant plan. “Roo, PI’s cost-” “I don’t care, we’re hiring a private investigator.” He cut me off once again. “I will add it to the file and if you come up with anything let me know and we can pursue it.” I nodded. “Thank you, Jerry. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.”

“I’m happy to do it for you, Caila. Good to talk to y’all again.” We said our goodbyes and I sighed, dropping my head into my hands. “Mags, we’ll figure this out.” Rooster said, rubbing my back. I shook my head. “It’s humiliating, Bradley.” I said, taking a deep breath as I sat up. “My ass is plastered all over twitter, as well as a picture with my legs spread wide open.” Thank god I still had the lingerie on. “What if they post another? One where I’m completely naked. This could ruin my career.” He stood, grabbing my wrists and pulling me up with him. “We are going to work to take this down. Then when we find out who did it, we’re going to sue them for everything they have.” He took my face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away my tears. “You’re beautiful and nothing these people say are gonna change that.” I couldn’t hold back the small smile and he kissed my forehead. We finished the rest of the day and I mostly stayed to myself, but by the end of the day I knew many people had seen it. Rooster and I met outside the locker room and I noticed the stares. We had dinner plans after work today so I wore my bell bottoms and a halter top but I wanted to put on the baggiest clothes I have and stay home now.

“Come on, we are gonna go eat some good food.” He said, taking my hand as we both grabbed our bags. A few people pointed as we walked by and Rooster gave them the deadliest look I had ever seen. He held my hand the entire way to the restaurant, rubbing my knuckles the entire way. I felt better until we got to the restaurant. As soon as we walked in, the whispers started again. I felt weird all through dinner, the waiter kept smirking at me and someone even came up to us as we were walking out. “Are you Caila Motley?” I stopped, Rooster directly behind me. “You have some really nice tits.” He said. “What the fuck did you say?!” Rooster’s voice boomed from behind me and I barely managed to grab Rooster before he hurt the kid. “He’s not worth it, Rooster.” I said, pushing him out the door. Once we were outside I stormed towards the bronco, my heels clicking on the pavement as Rooster came up behind me. “That kid is so lucky you stopped me.” I shook my head, more tears filling my eyes. I ignored him, grabbing the door handle for the bronco, pulling on it only to realize it was locked.

I yanked on it one time before leaning my head on the blue door. “Hey.” Rooster gently pulled me into him, holding me close as I attempted to stop crying. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” I shook my head. “No, it’s just-” I stopped, wiping my eyes as his large hands cradled my face. “When is it gonna end, Bradley? Our entire relationship there has been something going on, someone targeting us.” I cried. “Hey, I don’t know when it will end. But when it’s all said and done, we’ll still be here.” I nodded and he kissed my forehead, then my temple, then my cheek. “Let’s get you home, pretty girl.” He leaned down, kissing me gently, his arms wrapping around my waist. “You seem exhausted.” I nodded. “I feel like a dead woman walking.” I said as he opened the door for me. “Well let’s get you home and in bed.” I nodded as he buckled me in and shut the door.

We hired a private investigator after a little research and came across Lauren. She specified in IP addresses and immediately got to work trying to find whoever was doing this. But sadly, unless there was any activity it would be a lot harder for her to find this person. So we waited and of course the day after everything happened Phoenix found out. “Please tell me you posted those pictures.” I immediately shook my head. “We don’t know who posted them but we hired a private investigator to find out.” She groaned, leaning her head on the locker. “What the fuck is people’s problem?” I shrugged. “Who knows.” We went about our day normally and around lunch Cyclone came out. “Lieutenant Motley!” He yelled across the tarmac. I froze, knowing what this was probably about. “It’ll be okay. No matter what, okay?” Rooster asked as he laid his hands on my shoulders, keeping me grounded. I nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before heading over to Cyclone. “Yes, sir?” He motioned me to follow him to his office.

“We have a problem.” He said as he sat behind his desk, me standing at attention. “It seems that some inappropriate photos of you have been posted online.” I didn’t move or say anything. “Would you like to explain?” I nodded. “Yes, sir. Those photos were completely private, but we think someone hacked into my phone storage and took the photos and posted them. They create an account, post the photos and then delete the account. Lieutenant Bradshaw and I have hired a private investigator to track this persons IP address, but unless there’s activity on the account, it’ll be a little hard.” He nodded. “We can’t keep having these problems, Lieutenant. You’re the best at your job, and I want to keep you here, but if we keep having problems the brass may decide to get rid of you and I can't save you and neither can your father.” I nodded. “We don’t know why this keeps happening but Rooster and I are trying our best to stop it and I deleted any photo similar to those.” He nodded. “Good. If anything else happens you need to come tell me. It will look better if you bring it to me versus higher ups finding out and then we have to address it to you.” I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Dismissed.” I walked out of his office, leaning on the wall just outside, taking a deep breath. This is gonna drive me crazy. Nothing happened for a few days and we thought maybe it was over, but then the worst hit. “CAILA!” Rooster screamed from downstairs. We were getting ready to go to the Hard Deck and half my hair was piled on my head when I sprinted downstairs. “What’s wrong?” I asked, sliding to a stop in the kitchen. Rooster slid his phone across the island, his face red in anger. I grabbed the phone my jaw dropping at the picture. “OH! Oh god!” It was a photo I took the same day I took the other two. I was on the floor, leaned against the bed completely naked. My legs were spread and I had two fingers, fucking myself on them with my mouth dropped open. “Oh my god.” What the fuck am I gonna do? “The second we find out who this guy is, he’s dead!” Rooster yelled. The vein on his neck looked like it was going to pop. “I’m calling Lauren.” I immediately dialed her number and she answered on the first ring. “Did you see it?”

“I did and I’m trying to track him but he’s using a VPN and he’s already deleted the account.” I nodded. “If you find anything will you let me know?” I asked as my hand shook. “Of course.” With that I hung up, taking deep breaths to calm myself. “Who sent you this?” I asked. “Duke. He saw it on twitter and asked me what the fuck was going on.” I cried, laying my head on the counter top. “Mags, I promise when we find this guy, it’s over for him.” I stood up, taking my hair down. “We have to find the guy first. But I’m not going tonight.” I said, turning for the stairs. “What? Mags!” He followed coming up behind me. “You can’t let this guy win.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “Everyone on base saw the other two and they’ve probably seen these as well. I’m sorry Rooster but you don’t understand. It’s not your pussy plastered on twitter for the world to see.”

“No, I don’t understand. But I know that I’m not letting you hide away from everyone because of this. If you stop going out and showing your face, he wins.” I flopped onto the bed, wiping at the tears. “I’m so fucking tired of crying.” I said and he knelt down in front of me. “Then let’s go have fun. I know it’s hard but you can drink, eat some good food and hang out with everyone and if anyone tries to say anything… well they won’t get past Phoenix because she’ll beat me to the punch.” I gave a small laugh, knowing he was right. “Okay.” With that we finished getting ready. My hair was curled, I had on light makeup and a t-shirt dress. Plenty of coverage to keep prying eyes away. Once at the Hard Deck Rooster tucked me under his arm, keeping me close and glaring at any man who dared to look my way. Phoenix pulled me into a hug threatening anyone who dared to say anything and Jake said he would back her up. Overall it was a great night, but I can’t help but feel like something worse is coming.

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