#who can rock a stache

[vamptastic]

oh i cannot wait to have the worlds most terrible mustache

#ive been rocking the 14 year old who just started growing facial hair stache for a while (thank you pcos) #so one can only imagine what will result from T. and like know thyself i am absolutely not going to remember to shave regularly

[seattlesellie]

You x loser!ellie go to the beach and ellie is already freaking out because you’re in a bikini but then you get hit by a really strong wave and your bikini top flies off 🤭

that is soooooo ᰔ ᰔ ᰔ

🌊🌊🌊🌊

like you and ellie go to swimming together in the deep ocean water away from all of your friends. and she has this little … salt water stache sparkling under the sun right above her top lip !! she licks it as you move deeper and deeper into the water, the sand massaging your feet slightly and the sea algae scaring you to death !! every time you squeal she cant help but laugh at you … maybe thats a little mean, but shes so so nice when she holds your hand as she guides you through the rocks <3

and imagine how cute shed look squinting because the sun is too bright !! tiny little droplets of sweat all over her forehead … maybe shes also a little sunburnt on her cheeks ,,, because she definitely refuses to wear sunscreen… and so as the shore seems further and further away, the parasols looking like little colorful globs the more far you stray, you offer her to jump the waves with you … and she obviously happily obliges !!

you have a casual convo about sea turtles and sea animals (ellie either is obsessed with sharks or she has a really intense obsession over some weird unknown fish. imagine like,, leafy sea dragon… and she has about 90 interesting facts to tell you about it too) and so— you’re jumping up and down, she obviously tried to drown you two times but we will ignore that !! and suddenly you get hit by an intense, large wave that makes you go completely blind… and the salt obviously gets inside your eyes and you cant see shit, you’re both coughing trying to balance on each other and then — shes the one who realizes.

you’re completely topless. she realizes because now, the strings of your bikini aren’t visible to her anymore over the water… and she’s just floating there (still rubbing her eyes) her face is all red wearing this panicked expression… so she goes like “y— your top” and you’re still kind of dazed…. so you ask her very loudly “what??” (because maybe some water got in your ears) so she stutters “your bikini… flew off” and you start running your hands all over your chest because how the fuck are you supposed to find it ?? and ellie cant even MOVE let alone maintain her feet kicking to keep her afloat. she can’t see them very clearly but as soon as the sea goes tranquil and the waves stop hitting ,,, she sees your the top of your nipple just above the water … and she feels like she might stop breathing. maybe shell drown, maybe shell get a heat stroke!

she lets out a long shaky breath and tells you “i can help you… look for it” and when you tell her she’ll never find it shes like “no— no its fine i’ll look under water dont… fuck— dont worry about it” so she takes a dip inside… and her heart is beating so so fast. you drop your hands from your chest because the last thing thats on your mind is the possibility of her seeing, or trying to look at them underwater… but god, you barely know her do you? because when shes deep in there, and sees you drop your hands to meet your waist— it’s like she needs to ask joel to give her swimming lessons again.

she suddenly forgets why she’s even under there … what… bikini? what even happened? the only thing thats on her hazy mind, is the two beautiful mounds and the hard nipples poking through, her vision is a little blurry, yeah, but she’s still seeing them, and that’s enough for her to start choking under water again, and feel her pussy twitch inside her blue palm trees printed shorts … she almost wants to just … pretend to be a sea algae. maybe you won’t notice its her hands caressing your tits, maybe she could get away with it. thankfully, she’s not… that much of a perv, so she just stays there for a second, feet kicking inside the water, and it’s only when she cannot breathe anymore, that ellie breaks her own trance and goes up for some air.

“didn’t find it.”

“want me to look for it again?”

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#𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 anon 🎀 #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut

[waitingonher]

h.o.o. characters & their icks

characters: percy jackson, annabeth chase, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, & hazel levesque

content warning: slight cursing

word count: 853

author's note: idk if some of these are necessarily icks? but 😆

percy jackson

percy thinks he’s sooooo cool for growing up in nyc 😒😒

he’d say some new york specific lingo and would be all like “oh hah sorry, i forgot you aren’t from new york.” 

it is not that serious percy. 

somehow he always finds ways to relate things back to new york. you could be talking about a weird homeless person outside a convenience store, and he’d be like “well i’ve seen worse in new york.” 

percy lost his metrocard one time, but you guys needed to take the subway somewhere so he tried to act so nonchalant about hopping over the turnstiles. 

“oh yeah, i do it all the time. i’m basically a pro.” 

then, he went to jump over it only for his foot to get caught. he face planted onto the floor. when percy got up, he tried to act like he didn’t care, but you could see the embarrassment in his eyes. 

not his best moment! 

annabeth chase

in her own way, annabeth lowkey mansplains a lot 😭😭

she doesn’t mean to, but whenever she explains certain concepts or ideas, she comes off as super condescending. 

it could be the most niche subject ever, and she’d be peeved when you don’t know anything about it. i’m sorry i don’t know shit about a random philosopher who died hundreds of years ago 😒 

(i’d let annabeth mansplain to me any day of the year) 

jason grace

if no one orders for him, jason’s go-to are chicken tenders and fries. it’s not that he’s picky, it’s just that he’s so accustomed to ordering it, that he simply forgets he can order other things.

it’s as if his eyes just ignore everything else on the menu and only look for chicken tenders and fries. like, it’s okay to eat something other than that… 😕

when he orders at restaurants, the waiter always gives him the strangest looks. because why is a 6’0 athletic-looking teenager in here ordering chicken tenders off the kids menu. 

speaking of kids menus, jason treats the little activities on them so, so seriously. not to say that the activities aren’t fun, but he’s oddly obsessed over them. he gets genuinely upset when food or drink splatters gets on it because he likes taking them home?? jason please tell us why these little word searches and connect-the-dots matters so much to you. 

piper mclean

piper always claims that animals love her. (they do not) 

whenever she encounters wildlife, she’d start calling it over just for it to run away from her. “oh no, i think you scared it off” is her excuse 90% of the times. 

i know for a fact it wasn’t me. it was definitely you and your bad excuse for a squirrel call. 

she’s also convinced she can charmspeak animals too. last time she tried, the cat ended up smacking her across the face. 

when will piper learn 💔

leo valdez 

to all the leo lovers out there…i’m sorry to say that he’d have that little mustache after he drinks anything. he’s always rocking that milk mustache!!

after a long day of working in bunker 9, you’ll see him walking around camp with a bright red stain above his lip. you won’t even have to ask him to know that he was drinking fruit punch gatorade.

leo even gets that little stache with water?? it’s not as prevalent, but it’s definitely there. if he’s under the right lighting, you can see his top lip just glistening. 

you always have to remind him to wipe his mouth after taking a sip of anything. but it’s just as worse when he wipes his mouth because he uses the back of his hand or his sleeve…

if you go through his closet, there’s a high chance that you’ll find some of his shirts with different colored stains at the bottom of the sleeves. someone get leo some napkins please! 

frank zhang

whenever frank wears flipflops, his toes always hang over the edge of them. the worst part is that he really does not see an issue with it. he thinks it’s fine because “it’s just loungewear.” 

yes it may just be loungewear, but i promise you that no one wants to see your toes hanging out like that.

even if someone buys him a bigger size, he’d still find a way to have his toes over the edge. 

at this point, everyone just thinks that frank finds it comfortable so they don’t say anything anymore.

hazel levesque

hazel’s the type to enter those random instagram giveaways… 

she’d tag you in the comments and would text you asking you if you could follow the account and tag five people too. 

please hazel, you’re not gonna win that $300 amazon giftcard or that new laptop. give it up!! 

somehow she finds so many different giveaways?? you’re always tagged at least once a week. it’s gotten to the point where she’s entered so many giveaways, that people start recognizing her username. they feel genuine pity for her because why is @horselover1217 entering a giveaway for the third time this week.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #frank zhang #hazel levesque #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson and the olympians

[asingleietsist]

"A Green Queen" AU

Chapter III

The sun began to peak its face through the green hills. The citizens of the Mushroom kingdom were setting up their shops and food carts as they greeted each other at the start of a new day.

The Princess was up early, she wanted to get a bit of peace before tending to the problems and concerns of her citizens.

Peach headed down the hall, hesitantly moving forward as she heard a loud clang come from behind a set of large doors. She slowly pushed it open, only to see a silhouette in the quiet, dark room. "Mario?", She whispered.

She flicked the lights on to see a bulletin board full of photos pinned with red lines. Horror struck here face, it soon turned into annoyance as she saw a swaying Mario. He was crouched on the floor mumbling to himself as his body rocked back and forth.

"He's really gone. I figured out Bowser's flight patterns and if I just work out a way to infiltrate his castle, maybe I can see him? I've even made a Koopa disguised!"

Peach plopped down next to him and lifted his chin. "You need to sleep. I get you're worried but-"

"You don't... We've been apart a few times, but a year is different. Even with school, we stuck together. To have the first time we've ever separated for a YEAR and with that tyrant?! I don't even know where to begin with what that stupid Koopa has planned."

Mario stood up and looked at the bulletin board. A sigh left his lips as he began to mumble to himself.

Peach got up and brushed herself off, "You think I don't, but I do... I know how it feels to not be around someone who you care deeply for, but I can reassure you, if your brother decided to go with Bowser of all creatures.. he's braver than you give him credit for.."

"I'm not saying-"

"Would you have gone if the proposal was for you?"

"No, but-"

"Would you have looked for a solution that didn't require three armies?"

Mario opened his mouth to speak then dejectedly looked down, thinking, as his stroked his stache. "Ok... You may have a point there."

"Mhm.", She smiled. "You've been up all night thinking on how to rescue your brother, you haven't even considered that if he needed it, he'll call."

The small plumber turned back to the board and sighed, "then we just sit and wait?.."

"We'll see him at the end of the month, that was the agreement after all. I also made sure he knew that if he wanted to come back at any time, he could.", She answered. "Now, let's start the day. You really need to shave that stubble."

"Yeah... Yeah, I honestly don't know how it grew overnight, truly..", he pondered.

The two made their way out of the room. Mario giving one more glance at the board before closing the door.

'I'm sorry, Princess. But I just need to check on him..'

He pulled out a small picture of a desert land with a sphinx looming in the side of the frame.

Luigi groaned, sweat dripping down his temple as he tossed a bit in bed. The sling restricted his movement, but he gasped awake once an alarm he'd set up from last night began to blare in his ears.

He looked around while taking deep breaths. He was aware he wasn't in his room, but still gazed at it in shock.

Once he calmed down, he slowly reached over with his left hand and stopped the clock. A yawn left his lungs as he recollected all of what happened last night. Looking down at his arm, he cursed under his breath and swiftly moved the covers off of himself.

A set of clothes were left on his nightstand, next to his clock, and he rolled his eyes to the obvious seal stitched onto the shirt.

'He doesn't even wear his own mark, why do I have to- No, calm down Luigi! Just one issue at a time here..'

He would have to deal with it later. Instead, he went over to an unpacked suitcase and began to get a simple green button up shirt, some jeans and his long striped socks. Before heading to his bathroom he grabbed a towel he forgot to grab and some shampoo he didn't put in the cabinet.

Trying to hold everything in one arm was only half the challenge, he now had to figure out how to shower and change his sling without injury.

Words Bowser said before started flooding into his head.

"And if you had just listened, you wouldn't be needing that sling!"

'Sure, blame ME for wanting some space!'

Luigi's frustration grew as he closed his bathroom door and turned on the shower head. Despite him coming into the castle in his Peach disguise, he hadn't seen any bathrooms his size before. He set up the bottles and toothbrush cup as orderly as he could while letting the water run to a temperature he felt wasn't going to burn his skin.

He took a deep breath and started to remove his shirt with his free hand. Lifting and turning to get every bit of his body out of the clothing someone had dressed him in. A shiver trailed as he realized he was undressed and dressed without permission.

'Not now, let's not think about that now!', he thought. His body began shaking a bit, but halted once he finally freed himself from the shirt.

Looking in the mirror, he smiled a bit. The scars near his ribs had faded a bit more and like clockwork, a bit of stubble was growing in.

Getting the rest of it off was simple enough, and as he finished undressing, he stepped into the shower.

The King was in his throne room delegating with a clawful of his captains. He was signing some documents for new dark land residents and grumbled at some of the testimonies. Kamek entered the room, rather cheerfully.

"The Prince and his siblings are eating his breakfast, your highness. They've decided they'd like to sleep at the castle once we arrive and are in quite the destructive spirit this morning.", He hummed.

"Good, we'll be there shortly. Make sure they don't ruin the dining room once we get there. I don't want to see apple pie and steak all over the castle walls again."

"Y-Yes, your highness.."

"Where is the Queen?"

Kamek gulped. He was hoping to avoid talking about Luigi for a few more minutes, but it seemed the King wasn't holding back.

"He's still in his chamber, your highness. Would you like him to stay there?"

"No, have him eat after the children finish. When he's done eating, bring him to the discussion room. Since he wants to be involved, so badly, might as well put some pressure up his stupid as-"

A clash erupted from the large doors swinging open. In bounded Bowser Jr and Ludwig, who panted a bit while trying to stop him.

"Papa!"

"Junior?! Ludwig? What a-are you-"

"Kamek said you got a queen!", He roared excitedly. "Does that mean that Princess said yes?! I knew it!"

His tail was wagging as Ludwig tried to hush him, "Hey! He said not to tell!", He whispered.

But the little prince wasn't listening and stumped Ludwig's muzzle causing him to grumble a bit. "It's true, right?!"

Bowser sighed and nervously gave a smile, "Well... It's a bit complicated, Junior.."

"What?"

"Well you see...", Bowser started. He gestured a bit to Kamek for assistance.

"Uhm, the Queen might not be... What you expect, your highness. We can talk about it once we reach the castle.", Kamek answered.

The small Koopa grunted and stomped, "No! I want to see my new momma!"

Bowser sighed and glared at Kamek, he slowly lifted himself from his throne and headed down the stairs.

Ludwig puffed his chest up a bit but Bowser brought the two closer as he leveled with the kids. "You'll meet the Queen after you and your siblings get ready to leave for your stay at the castle. And Junior, it isn't the Princess, but I promise to explain everything when we land. Ok?"

Junior huffed, resting over Bowser's arm, defeated. "Fine.."

"And Ludwig, make sure he doesn't burn anything..."

"Already on it!", He nodded holding up his staff.

"Good!"

Bowser smiled and for a moment, two purred as they leaned their foreheads against the King's, Junior still wearing a scowl on his face.

"I promise we'll discuss this later.", He smiled. "Now get going. That's an order.."

Ludwig huffed a bit as he gently pushed himself and Bowser Jr towards the door. The two waved goodbye and muffled chatter faded as they headed out.

The King's smile faded away as his head quickly turned towards Kamek, enraged.

"You told the kids?!"

"T-They wondered why you had arrived so late! Lemmy suggested a cuddle pile in your quarters, but-"

"And you couldn't have told them anything else?"

"Sorry, your highness.."

Bowser rumbled, but let his anger subside. "Fine. But get the Queen ready. He can take his breakfast with him to the discussion room. He wants to be involved so badly, it's time he proves it."

Kamek nodded and sped off down the hall on his broomstick to get Luigi.

The co-plumber had gotten ready and felt refreshed after the long shower. He was drying his hair with his free hand near the end of the bed, and was trying to figure out how he'd get his shirt on.

His stomach grumbled for his attention and as he rubbed it a knock came from the door.

"May I come in, your majesty?"

"N-Not ye-", he paused. "Actually yes! It's all right."

Kamek creaked the door open, " Ah! It's good to know you're already getting dressed."

"Yeah.. I need some help getting this shirt on though. Do you think you could.."

"Say no more, your highness!" Kamek proclaimed proudly. As he levitated the shirt, his eyebrow was raised in curiosity, "pardon my intrusion, but these aren't the clothes the King picked out for you. It's quite nice, but as his Queen you should.."

"...I'm not HIS. I'm just THE Queen and if that's the case, then I think wearing my shirt should be fine.", Luigi retorted. He made a failed attempt to fold his arms.

"Right....", the MagiKoopa noted. "If your majesty wishes, I guess I can't retort.". He finished as he warped the shirt onto Luigi's body and went to get the aid kit he'd left in the room.

"As for today, you'll be eating breakfast with the King while going over recent rebellions in a meeting with the captain and general of the Koopa army. The Captain is quite violent and his General is just as much. He's pretty loyal too."

Luigi gulped and stood up, "I feel underdressed now.."

"Which is why I set out clothes for you, your majesty.", Kamek scolded. "We have time to get you changed!"

He thought about it a bit, but shook his head. "I-I think I'll be fine. Just in case though..". He reached for his cape that was resting on the handle of his bed frame, "I'll put this on.."

Kamek gave him a good look at and sighed, 'Oh please, great stars let this not be a mistake!'

In front of a large golden crested door, Luigi stood quivering. He could barely keep his plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon still that Kamek had to take it in fear of wasting a good meal.

"Anytime now, your majesty..."

"W-What if this is just like last night? I called him an ass! H-He was acting like one, but maybe he hasn't calmed down? I'm not equipped for this? Could we maybe reschedule?! O-Or maybe-"

Kamek looked over at him with an annoyed expression, "Your majesty, I understand your.. concerns, but you bravely spoke your peace yesterday despite the.. repercussions. Not even his bravest soldiers dare talk back to the King without execut-"

"Execution?! I CURSED AT HIM! I COULD BE-".

Luigi was about to pass out.

"No, no! Nothing of the sort. You forget that what you have is something no soldier can compare with."

"Seeing how fast I can get out of here...?"

".....No, you're The Queen, your majesty..."

He already knew this fact, but still could believe it'd be any use to a tyrant. Many queens from his world were executed, whether it was their fault or not. The Kings always held the power and he refused to end up with his head on a pike.

Kamek opened the doors, not before handing Luigi back his plate. Once opened, a surge of light came through causing Luigi's eyes to wince from the exposure. His vision cleared and he gazed at the round table, the same Koopa emblem preserved in the marble, and sharp blacked stone claws digging into its surface. At the head sat the King with two Koopas on each side of him, their attention placed on the duo that were standing there.

Bowser looked unimpressed, his eyelids lowered as he gave Luigi an examination and grunted seeing the casual wear.

"Kind of you to finally join us, your highness." Said the one eyed Koopa.

Luigi nodded in response as he made his way over to a small chair next to Bowser. His footsteps and squeaky heels echoed with each step.

Bowser glanced down at him and took a breath before continuing to speak, "So you say there has been an outbreak in the city?"

"Yes your greatness, several of my soldiers have reported on the citizens disdain for the announcement of the new Queen. They're worried that the brother of Mario will doom your kingdom.", he explained.

"A few have even begun calling you a failed King on account that word got out about the wedding incident... We've captured several of the protestors, but they've begun organizing crimes and rallies, your grace.", The General ranted his fist slamming the table.

Kamek had taken his side by the King while Luigi was eating while his arm was shaking. He felt responsible for all of it and knew how hard change was. A pit sank in his stomach knowing how those expressing their concerns would be executed or tortured and he tried his hardest not to imagine or verbalize their screams of pain in his head.

The King could sense his discomfort, "Hmm... Well, with the damages to several properties, the terrorizing of my citizens, and conspiring against the crown... It would be suitable to punish those who don't agree with my decision. Wouldn't you say so, Luigi?"

Luigi gulped, he was both shocked and infuriated by his response. He knew Bowser was pushing another button in him and was starting to crack. A small smile started to form on his face, "No."

"No?"

"No", he repeated. "I don't think they should be punished for voicing their concerns. They have no idea who I am."

Bowser raised an eyebrow and pressed on, "Wouldn't that make you furious? It would be better to squash any doubt in your leadership."

"Of course that works for someone like you.."

"And what's THAT supposed to mean?!",Bowser snarled.

Luigi smirked, enjoying the upper hand. "A brute will act brutish, you haven't even considered giving your citizens closure on me being a new leader to them."

"I- uhm-", his jaw opened. The Captain looked a bit uneasy.

"I'm not finished.", He noted. "You only prove them right by imprisoning those telling you of how stupid of a choice it was to make your ENEMY an equal. But what do I know, I'm just your prisoner."

Luigi closed his eyes and did a one-sided shrug before lifting the fork to his mouth. The room stayed stunned as Bowser tried to find the words to respond. His Captain and General started to rethink their strategy before Bowser spoke.

".... Y-You.. Ugh!"

"Should we... Torture them.. or-"

Bowser sighed, he could feel a headache growing as he tried to think this over. He hadn't thought further on the situation and wanted to simply stop it before anything got out of hand, but realized only now that his decision was the cause of all of this.

"No! Not yet at least, give me a day to think about this. We will relocate the prisoners to the castle cells once we reach there. I'll make my decision once my meetings in Sarasaland are over. Get the chains ready for their departure and station your guards at each cell. Two guards to a prisoner."

"Yes, your highness!", The two nervously stated.

"Leave us be... You too, Kamek.."

"O-Of course.", He answered. The MagiKoopa gave Luigi a pat on the shoulder before heading out with the others.

"Are you trying to make a fool out of me?"

Luigi only gulped at the worried expression on his face and didn't dare look up from his plate. His chewing slowed as he tried to retain his confidence.

The doors slowly clasped closed.

Bowser slowly turned to the man, he had a claw on the table and lowered his head, almost two inches away from Luigi's ear.

His heated breath could be felt trickling the Queen's neck, "No, you do that enough for yourself.. Both last night and just now."

Bowser snarled as his claws scrapped the resin surface, long marks being made on the table. "It was you and your brother's plan that ruined my rep!"

"Someone with BRAINS would've seen that me in a dress wasn't your damned bride! For fuck's sake, I wore a MASK!", Luigi retorted. He stood up as he spoke, which caused the Koopa to slowly move his head back once he did. "Maybe get those eyes checked."

Bowser grumbled, "Oh yeah!? Well- fuck you!-"

'I was excited to finally be happy for once!'

"-You and your brother always pull some FUCKING trick to get YOUR way. You're both just as inconsiderate as I am!"

Luigi's mouth gaped open and he poked at the King's snout, "My brother is nothing like you! He is the most considerate and understanding guy I know!-"

'If I were as half the man as he is...'

"-You don't even!" Luigi paused. "You know what, no. I'm not going to go back and forth with you. What do you want?"

Bowser blinked. He was so ready to fire back at him, he'd forgotten what started the argument. Why was he fighting with someone beneath his authority.

"I...". His head lowered in defeat. He sighed and sat up again. "I.. wanted to know if you'd really want to give cLosURre to my kingdom. I, hadn't thought about...ugh."

Luigi looked at him confused by his confession, "You didn't think anyone would have a problem with it?"

"That's not it. I just, didn't... Actually that's exactly it..."

He rolled his eyes at the large Koopa as he ate more of the bacon. "I'd like to... It's only fair, since I'm their Queen now."

"Right..".

The two sat in the realization for a moment. The quiet deafened the room as the clinking from the fork and plate kept the silence from setting in.

"This is the first time you've had a civil conversation with me.", He noted.

"Don't get used to it, this was only the start of your duties."

"Sure", he chewed. "As if you'll let me do anything..."

"I gave you the opportunity to make a decision and all you did was question my choices! How can I let you do anything??"

"You ASKED for my opinion, not a decision. You had already thought of one, I merely gave my input on it.", He scoffed finishing up his eggs.

Bowser mumbled and mimicked him, but for some reason his tail was swaying. "That's enough out of you."

Standing up, he took Luigi's plate, "Get back to your chambers."

"I can handle the plate-"

"I heard you shuffling with it in your puny hand from outside. You could barely hold Lemmy with it."

'Lemmy?..'

"And whose fault is that?!"

"Will you let it go already!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! IT'LL FUCKING HEAL!"

Luigi flinched and took a deep breath, "Say your sorry and mean it."

"Mean it?", the Koopa snorted.

"Yes, say you're sorry for hurting me!"

"You expect me to surrender to-"

"Nevermind... I just want to lay down."

"This isn't on the level of some battle! JUST-", Luigi sat down, exhausted from screaming. His free hand covering his eyes and he sighed. It felt like arguing with his niece all over again and he didn't want to over exert himself.

Bowser gaped his mouth to say something else, but clenched it and nodded. "The soldiers will take you back."

"Yeah, yeah."

Through the corridor, Luigi was followed quite closely by two guards, stopping here and there to check out portraits hung on the walls. As he stepped into his room and shut the door, he plopped on his uninjured side and winced at the pain from the sudden jolt.

'All I wanted was..'

He didn't dare finish that thought, he knew what he wanted, but shouldn't have expected it from a dragon wannabe. He flopped onto his back, so he could brace himself upwards and started to the window. Looking out, he could see a few huts on some wetlands and noticed the drastic transition from soil to soot.

Bowser placed the plate in the sink and started to wash it. The Koopa beside him glanced up at him nervously, already working on a heavy load of dishes.

He didn't say anything, but he could tell his presence made them nervous, "You."

"M-Me, your highness?"

"No, the ceiling."

"Oh! Ok."

Bowser groaned, "Of course I meant you!"

"Sorry, your highness!", They squeaked.

"Ugh... Look, did you treat the Queen last night?"

The Koopa perked up, "Yes! H-He was a bit nervous about drinking the soup, but I-"

"I didn't ask for all of the details."

"Sorry.."

"Good. Now, did he.. seem like a fit ruler to you?"

The dish-washer slowly lowered their sponge and plate, thinking. "He.. didn't NOT seem like one."

"Hm... And did he ever yell any orders? Demand anything? What do you think of him as a Queen?"

The Koopa was stunned, eyes widened and was slowly inched away from the King in fear of the wrong answer.

"Well?", Bowser sneered.

"U-Um... He didn't yell, I think his orders were in reason... He asked me to taste the soup for poison. I'm not sure if h-he'll be a good Queen since I don't know what he's done for the kingdom yet..B-But as long as he keeps your kingdom strong. It should be fine?"

Bowser put the plate down and grabbed the Koopa with his claw. They yelled and quivered as he raised them up to his eye level.

"Are you saying he'd take my place?!"

"N-No! Not at all your highness! I-Im just saying you could use him to your advantage! He'll know.. um. Oh! About plans of attack against your kingdom o-or possibly the location of another superstar?!", They squeaked as their head was slowly retracting.

Bowser thought about it and grinned, he dropped the help and stomped off.

'And with him visiting home every month.. I could use the plans of the Mushroom kingdom to once and for all, crush Mario and take Peach! I'll have a proper wedding and Queen at my side!'

He chuckled at the thought and headed to his throne room.

The ship started to descend and near the entrance, the Koopa kids were excitedly ready to rampage through the castle and fill their rooms with treasures from their journey. Ludwig was carrying a few scrolls as Morton picked one up as it dropped.

"Why so many? Kamek said we didn't have to study spells this month.", He questioned. The kids turned their attention to him.

"I thought I'd help out more by digging into advanced magic! I want to take down that pesky plumber.", Ludwig answered. He placed what he had into his sack and took the one he dropped from his brother.

"I see no point in it, Bowser said we shouldn't interfere until-", Wendy noted.

"Until we're ready!", The group chimed in unison.

"It's never stopped us yet! Heck, even the Prince terrorized his first village before he was ready!", Roy added slickly.

"I could test out new explosives too!", Iggy popped in.

"Eh, I doubt-"

"KIDS!"

All of them looked at the stomping Koopa approaching, Kamek flying in tow. "You better not be planning on doing anything this time. Right?"

"Right..." Larry winked.

"I'm serious, the Queen is staying in the castle with you all, so I don't want trouble this time."

"What?! So Kamek wasn't lying?!"

"Ooh! Is she pretty?! Finally, another lady in the castle! Maybe we can-"

"Heeey! What's wrong with males?!"

Bowser sighed as the kids bickered, he roared for their attention and they flinched. "Look, you can ask him all the questions you want, I don't care. But no shenanigans, got it?"

"Yes sir!"

Morton stuck his tongue out at Wendy when Bowser mentioned a 'him' and she rolled her eyes.

"Shut it!", She whispered

Luigi made his way down the hall, panting a bit as he realized he wasn't able to pack everything so quickly. A few shirts began slipping out of the suitcases the guards were carrying. One had flown behind to pick up and catch what was slipping.

When he reached the group, he was out of breath.

"Took you long enough..", Bowser grumbled.

"If you didn't give me less than an HOUR to pack, I wouldn't need to rush!", He retorted between breaths.

The Koopalings and Junior just stared at Luigi, as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. They looked at Bowser and erupted in questions.

"Him!? Are you kidding?!"

"Why is he wearing a polo and jean- jeggings?! I'm appalled!"

"He doesn't even have a shell!"

"He's that weak?! Look at his arm!"

Roy just glared at him and shook his head. Luigi shivered and just lowered his head in embarrassment.

"You've gotta be kidding me! Even my smallest attack would knock him off his feet!"

"QUIET! One at a time!", Bowser growled. "I said I'll explain this in the castle, now hop to it!"

The kids grumbled and complained as they walked in with their luggage carried behind them. Luigi blinked and felt relieved that this gave him some time to collect his thoughts.

"So... Kids?", He started. "How many times have you-"

"what?...NO I DIDN'T-"

The Koopalings all went into their separate chambers and started unpacking. Junior on the other hand, had other ideas.

He scampered into his clown car, huffing a bit as he fell in and flew off into the halls. He wanted to understand why his dad chose someone like Luigi to be the Queen. He always boasted about the beautiful and infamous Princess, so what made the little plumber so special.

"I'm leaving."

"ok?", Luigi looked at him confused. He already knew Bowser was on his way, but wasn't sure why the scaly guy was watching him unpack.

"I'm REALLY leaving you here.", He repeated.

"Mhm."

"I don't know when I'll be back! It could take days!", Bowser exclaimed.

Luigi put his shirt in the dresser and turned his head to Bowser slowly, "And?.. You made it clear I'm staying.."

"Right..", the King grunted with a grin. "Good to know you're finally listening."

Luigi just stood there, he gestured to him his eyes squinting and the finger tips of his free hand touching. His mouth gaped as he was unable to understand the beast's persistence.

Junior flew by but backed up once he heard murmurs coming from down the hall. His father's tail laid outside the door and as he began to get closer he finally heard the slight embarrassment coming from the King.

"Are you asking me to go with you?"

"No! But since you're SO persistent about it!"

"I mentioned it ONCE"

"Look, Greenie. I get it. If you're too scared to ask about it in my presence then that's understandable. You are quite weak, but I'll consider your involvement in my duties."

"I...I DIDN'T EVEN ASK!"

Junior gasped and busted in, falling out of the car as it crashed into the bed and exploded into flames.

Luigi ducked and flew back as best he could to avoid the blast. Meanwhile Junior tucked into his shell and rolled over by his father's feet from the backlash. He popped out ready to defend his dad when he looked up to see his father glaring at him, his brows furrowed.

"Junior.... How many times do I have to tell you.. TO NOT USE THE CAR TO BUST THROUGH DOORS!", he roared. "ONLY THE WALLS GOSH DAMNIT!"

"He was yelling at you!! I wanna make sure he doesn't do it again!"

"He- go to the living area! Wait there with your siblings!"

"But dad!"

"NOW!"

Junior grumbled, "NO!"

Luigi was checking his arm, it was still sore, but the pain wasn't as intense. He coughed from the debris and stood up, looking at the two arguing.

"Great... Now there's two..", he muttered. "HEY!"

Both paused and snapped their jaws shut to stare at Luigi.

"U-Uhm.. my bed is.... Anyways, could we please get that taken care of? I don't want to hear you two bickering for the rest of the morning."

"You can't tell Papa what to do!", Junior huffed.

"I'll send someone to fix it.."

"WHAT?! BUT PAPA!"

"NO, GO TO THE LIVING AREA. NOW!"

"HMPH!"

Junior stomped off, not before sticking his tongue out at Luigi and pulling up his mask. Bowser watched him go and could see Junior wiping a tear away as he headed down the hall. He sighed then turned his attention to the flaming bed.

"If you want my advice-"

"Shut it and follow me."

"Right..", Luigi sighed.

'Not even gonna ask if I'm ok'

The two started down the corridor. Luigi, now making pace with the base of Bowser's tail.

"Oh, and is your arm healed yet?"

"what?.."

"You heard me."

Luigi looked at it, "Yeah, it's doing ok now."

"Good.. because you'll probably break the other one."

"WHY YOU-"

In the living area, the Koopalings were all waiting around on the cushioned furniture. A few blanket slings and egg chairs kept them entertained.

Junior stepped into the room and their attentions were raised as he wiped away another tear.

Roy spun over to him, got on one knee and asked him what happened. "Papa yelled at me! All because I was trying to stop the stupid human from yelling at him!"

"Did you crash the clown car again?", Lemmy asked.

"No!"

He raised an eyebrow at him, "Really?"

"Well..."

Roy smiled, "Nice one, lil Prince."

Before Junior could reply, Bowser walked in and looked at the room. The Koopalings gave him their attention as he smiled from it.

"Wait, where's Larry?"

"On your shell."

"...... LARRY!"

"Hehehe!", the little one slid down and ran back to his blanket swing.

"Now, I know you're all wondering about the Queen. But I can assure you, it's not what you believe it to be.", Bowser began. "There were some... Complications during the wedding ceremony and due to the mix up, Greenie here is the temporary Queen for a year."

Ludwig raised an eyebrow, "So he's still Queen.."

"Yes, but he's only this as a punishment! It's not permanent."

"Why not just imprison him for a year?"

"Yeah!", Morton agreed. "Torture him then patch him up again! Then torture him some more!"

The plumber tensed up and began to shiver from the thought of the kids using his body as a punching bag. He looked up at the King for any sign of mercy.

Bowser raised his brows, his eyes filled with pride in their persistent blood lust. He cleared his throat, "I've already injured his arm as a warning if he is defiant. Additionally, if we tortured him, his brother and the Mushroom Kingdom would begin a siege. Even though we could easily overpower them, we... Need to preserve resources."

Luigi let out a sigh of relief, but was still shocked by Bowser's growing smile.

Junior looked at him directly, "I don't like him! He can't be Queen! Divorce him!"

"Who taught you that?"

"Wendy said that's what couples do! Divorce him!"

"Junior.."

Bowser picked up the tiny Prince, a look of worry on his face. "Look at it this way, if I keep the small, feeble, weak human-"

"Hey!"

"-Then we could taunt Mario and torture him. You can even send a letter saying we fractured his arm."

"Really?!", The young Koopa exclaimed excitedly.

Bowser nodded.

"I'll go get my crayons!"

Luigi tried to jump in, "I don't think that's a good idea!"

"No one asked!", Ludwig noted.

"Now, you can get your crayons but you have to say you'll let the prisoner stay the Queen. No more talk of a divorce! From ANY of you.", His head slowly turned to Wendy.

She looked a bit unamused as she filed her claws, "Right."

"ok!", Junior agreed. He hopped down and ran over to Larry, who was already coloring on some paper.

Bowser looked satisfied with the outcome, but Luigi was just standing there baffled by his solution.

"You do realize my brother will have your skull if he sends that?"

"I'd like to see him try, shrimpie.", Bowser turned to leave. "I'm heading out children! Don't kill too many Troopa while I'm gone."

"Okay!", A few said in unison.

"No promises!"

"Greenie, you're coming back onto the ship."

"What?!"

"Your bed is damaged and I...uh.. don't have other rooms in the castle."

"You can't be serious.", Luigi replied, unable to believe him.

"Unless you want to sleep in my chambers...", Bowser murmured.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing! Get over here now!"

"Fine, geez! Would it hurt you to say please?!", Luigi scolded as he hurriedly rushed over to the stomping Koopa. "Prick."

"Shortie."

"IM ABOVE THE AVERAGE HEIGHT FOR HUMANS!"

"Sure you are. Keep dreaming, little Queen."

"I hate you..", Luigi grumbled.

"I hate you more."

#a green queen bowuigi fanfic #a green queen #bowuigi #bowser x luigi #bowser #luigi #super mario bros #super mario #smb #bowuigi fanfiction

[navybrat817]

Is it bad that I want Lloyd to choke me?

Not bad at all, nonnie.

Have a Taste

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader Summary: Lloyd gets off on the control he has over you, but is he really in control? Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, rough oral sex (m. receiving), spitting, possessive behavior, threat of violence, Lloyd Hansen (I feel like his stache should have a warning apart from the man. I want him to look like Andy. 😂) A/N: I don't know. I'm in a mood. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Edit by the beautiful Nix and banners by the lovely @maysdigitalarts .

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You once asked Lloyd to list his favorite things. He didn't hesitate when he replied "choking you" as number one. Whether it was from his hand against your skin or his cock down your throat, it sent a thrill through him to watch your eyes widen in hesitation each time he used you. If you showed fear, it was because you didn't know when he'd get bored of you. Life in general was meaningless to a man like him, who killed more people than he cared to remember, but your mortality in his hands? 

He gets off on being your god.

You get off on letting him think he has control.

There was no soft rocking of his hips as he grabbed the back of your head and pushed his cock to the back of your throat, bringing you back to the present. He hadn’t bothered to undress when he shoved you to your knees minutes ago and released himself from his slacks as he settled in his chair. You squeezed his thigh as you gagged, but he pushed you down further until your nose hit the small bit of curls at the base. He firmly held you in place, smirking as you blinked up at him and tried to breath through your nose. 

"You gonna cry for me? Or is your pussy the only thing weeping for me?" he taunted, slapping your cheek twice with his other hand. You didn't register the sting from his palm or ring. Not with his dick constricting your breathing. "Get that look off your face. You can still breathe.”

Your eyes narrowed to slits as he laughed, the action making you take him impossibly deeper. With your nose smothered, you weren't sure how much longer you could stay like that. He surrounded you, his scent, touch, taste, everything. Spots danced in front of your eyes as you smacked his leg twice, a tear sliding down your cheek as he yanked your head back, air flowing back into your lungs. 

"Think everyone knows by now you're my slut?" he asked, seizing the opportunity to shove his cock past your lips again when you tried to answer. You spluttered as he leaned back and brought your head with him, forcing you to bob your head up and down. Drool seeped out of the corners of your mouth as you whimpered. "Or should I finish in your face so they see that I own you?"

Wouldn't be the first time you made a mess on my face.

But you both knew he preferred to fill your holes as much as possible

He slid across your tongue with a sigh. "You know. I don't actually like being possessive. Gets complicated when people can hold something over you," he said nonchalantly, as if you weren't there. You did your best to concentrate on the task at hand, fear and arousal pooling in your gut. His indifference was more terrifying than his rage. "But you, pumpkin, I guess you just bring that side out of me. Congratu-fucking-lations.”

It shouldn't make you wet to know that this man, this sociopath, felt possessive of you. But the moment he shot one of his associates who stared at you a little too long, you were lost. Maybe you were a little fucked up, but isn’t that what drew the two of you toward each other in the first place? The jagged pieces of your psyche were too sharp for anyone else.

So were his.

You could cover each other with scars and you’d still crave more.

“Where the fuck are you going? Getting lost in your head again?!” he snapped, gripping both sides of your face as he snapped his hips. “You don’t get to think when I fuck you, cupcake. So suck my cock like you mean it.”

The ease in which he chokes you makes more tears fall. You wonder some days what he sees when he looks at you. Holes to fuck, someone to keep boost his ego. Shame filled you as your panties dampened more, the urge to rub your clit growing with each thrust in your mouth. You didn't dare touch yourself though. He wouldn't break your fingers if you did, but he'd make you wish he had. 

"Keep choking yourself on my cock 'til I come down your throat. Thank me when I'm done, you fucking hear me?"

Your eyes rolled back, moaning in encouragement as he thrust his hips faster. He controlled the pace with a groan, your throat burning as he used you. Did he realize that you were using him, too? He thought he was in control because you let him take from you, but your mouth, hands and cunt were the things that made him snap.

You gave him that privilege.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Here it comes. Stay fucking still.”

That’s right, big boy. Lose it. Come for me.

He warned you, but it was still a bit of a shock when he spilled in your mouth. You swallowed some of him down as he grunted, thick, salty and enough to make you choke again. He held you there until he was satisfied, releasing you after a moment so you could sit back on your heels. You sniffled as you wiped your mouth and cheeks with the back of your hand.

I’m still a mess even when he doesn't finish on my face. The bastard doesn't even have a hair out of place.

"Fuck, you're pretty when you cry," he smiled, his muscles flexing under his polo as he leaned forward in his chair. You kept your mouth shut when his hand shot out to grip your chin, your hand snaking up your dress. "Aww, nothing to say? Did I fuck your throat that good?"

Your jaw lowered to show him the remainder of his release you let settle on your tongue.

"I fucking told you to swallow and thank me when-"

He didn't blink as you spit it in his face, exhaling through his nose as he began to tremble in anger. No one else would ever have the balls to do what you just did and you took great satisfaction in that. Hell, he was probably impressed.

Just a little.

"Thank you," you croaked, smiling when he wrapped his hand around your throat. 

“You think that’s fucking funny?” he whispered.

Like his indifference, whispering was scarier than his screams.

And you were so fucking turned on. Before he could squeeze, you lifted your hand to show him your gun. You always kept a weapon strapped to your thigh, like he taught you. “Just wanted you to know how it feels. Now let’s see if you choke when I’m drowning you with my pussy.”

*****

So. I just did that. 😇 Thank you for reading!

#navybrat writes #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x you

[maggiedanikka]

Superstar (Part 1)

Pairing: Rooster x f!reader, (blink and you'll miss it, unrequited) Hangman x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, good ending promise

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 19.7k (holy sh*t)

Summary:  “I’m no one special, just another wide eyed girl, who's desperately in love with you.”

OR 

Rooster is sure he's in love with this girl. Only problem is, he's never seen or face or know her name

No use of y/n

Based of off Superstar (Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift

Author's Note: It's me, Hi. This one shot is so freaking late y'all. In all honesty I started writing this August around the time I finished writing Naked, but life and school happened and now here we are. It felt amazing getting to stretch my writing skills again for anything other than research papers, and I'm on winter break so it seems as good a time as any. I'm not going to give anymore excuses, but I promise this is worth a read. This is the longest single piece of work I have ever written. It ended at 65 pages and almost 20k words in my drafts. Its so long that Tumblr won't let post the entire one shot in one post so im splitting it in two, but dw send part will be posted immediately after this is posted. I also didn't have anyone edit this, so I apologize for any grammatical errors (most likely tense consistency bcs i suck at those) I hope you all enjoy reading it as I did writing it and I hope it tide y'all over until I can write the next chapter of Let Me Go. Here is Superstar.

Bradley Bradshaw’s voice was an enigma to you. How could anyone's voice be so hoarse and yet so strong?

As an air traffic controller for the Navy, you’ve heard every type of voice imaginable. The gruff demanding ones from the Air Boss, the shrill screams of pilots having to eject due to a bird strike, the quiet dulcet tones of a shy WSO, and everything in between. 

The first time you heard his voice through the comms, you weren’t exactly starstruck per se, just a bit thrown off.

“This is Dagger 2, asking for clearance for take off.” 

It’s not like you didn’t know who the pilots flying this mission were. Everyone in the goddamn Navy knew who they were, they were the best of the best. 

You even saw their pictures. And thought some of them were cute (especially the one rocking the Miami Vice Stache). But hearing their voices was different from reading their files.

Though most of the details of the mission were classified, you had a basic idea and knew that there was a good chance that someone wasn’t coming home. 

“This is Dagger 2, asking for clearance for take off”

The voice repeated. You snapped out of your thoughts, the voice was smooth as honey and it had just a hint of fear but yet so heavily determined. Your heart really went out to the poor pilot. 

“Dagger 2, you’re clear for take off.” You said, trying to convey as much sympathy as you could in those words. 

The actual mission itself didn’t last longer than 3 minutes. Working for the navy, you should’ve been used to the high stakes situations that often go hand in hand with these kinds of assignments. But you couldn’t help but sit on the edge of your seat during the duration of the mission.

There were a few initial hiccups, you felt like you were watching a movie as you listened to the daggers communicate with one another. Their nervousness (and to be honest your own) upon seeing the SAMs and your both concern and irritation at Lieutenant Bradshaw’s cautiousness. 

Yes, his by the book and precise flying is part of the reason why he was considered one of the best, but if he didn’t throw that shit out of the window and speed up he will end up getting himself killed. And even though you didn’t necessarily know him, this possibility filled your body with so much dread.

You felt relieved (well only slightly, they hadn’t made it out of the woods just yet) when Rooster finally got out of his own head and sped up. The two miracles were successfully pulled off and the 4 jets had made it past Coffin Corner. Now it was a dogfight all the way home.

You commended just how level headed and pragmatic the pilots were as they evaded the SAMs and attacks that were thrusted upon them. You knew if you were in the same situation you would’ve panicked and blown up by now. Your admiration was interrupted by the mayday call of Captain Mitchell.

A heavy tension set in the control room, everyone was shocked at what just transpired. It was interrupted by the voices of the other daggers. Notably Lieutenant Bradshaw and Lieutenant Trace. 

Phoenix had announced that she and Lieutenant Floyd were heading back to home base, along with Payback and Fanboy. However, you were yet to hear confirmation from Rooster, with the last thing he said went along the lines of going after Maverick. 

You held your breath as you heard Admiral Simpson demanded his return. The control room was met with silence, and you knew exactly what he was going to do. 

It was less than 5 minutes when it was confirmed that Lieutenant Bradshaw’s plane had been shot down after attacking an enemy plane. His beacon went dark. 

Lieutenant Seresin requested clearance for take off but was rebuffed by the Air Boss. You had to take everything in you to not shed a tear.

A thick silence fell over the entire ship. The mission was technically a success but you wouldn’t be able to tell based on the solemn look on everyone’s faces. 

Even after the remaining daggers returned on the ship, no one wanted to leave the control room. The entire ship was at a standstill. 

That was until a beacon marked “Rooster” started beeping on the screen. 

No it couldn’t be.

“Sir, Rooster has gone supersonic.” You told Admiral Simpson with a gulp, trying to contain your hope. 

“An F-14 tomcat has been spotted sir.” Another ATC announced. 

“Maverick.” You heard someone say, not sure who but you did not care at that point. What’s important is that they were alive!

But it was not time to celebrate just yet. Two bogies were spotted alongside the F-14 Tomcat. And everyone knew this meant a dogfight was about to commence. 

The situation looked more and more grim. An ancient F-14 against Fifth Gens? It was unlikely for the two pilots to make it out unscathed yet alone alive.

But by some grace of God (or possibly Maverick’s unbeatable skill, probably both) they managed to take down two bogies. 

Rooster managed to turn on the plane’s radio to contact the ship. You felt relief which was instantly thwarted by the news that there was still one Fifth Gen, directly in front of the plane. 

You knew they needed help. You looked at Admiral Simpson desperately, hoping that he would allow the Reserve Dagger to go assist. But Cyclone seemed frozen and you knew you had to take matters into your own hands.

“Dagger Reserve, are you ready for liftoff?” You spoke into the mic, the other people in the control room looked at you in shock.

“Finally!” The elated voice of Hangman came through the comms.

Admiral Simpson shot you a hard glare, if only looks could kill, you’d probably be as screwed as Maverick and Rooster. But you knew you had to do something. 

“Yes this is Dagger Reserve asking clearance for takeoff.” 

“Dagger Reserve, you are clear for takeoff. Bring our boys home.” You said with a small smile, if you get fired and discharged, possibly thrown into the ocean it’ll be worth it knowing what you did to save the aviators.

Hangman shot down the Fifth Gen with ease, earning him his second confirmed air combat kill. You knew that the other pilots would never hear the end of it. But all you cared about is he saved HIM.

Rooster’s laugh and banter with Hangman might’ve been the most wonderful sound you’ve ever heard. 

Seeing him on the tarmac reunited with the rest of his team had to be one of the highlights of your career with the Navy, if this was the last moment you had in the branch then you were perfectly content. 

“What you did was reckless insubordination! If there was another fifth Gen out there, we would’ve lost 3 of our best pilots and 2 planes worth millions of dollars!” Admiral Simpson had chastised you. 

“I have half a mind to dishonorably discharge you!” You 're ready to accept your punishment with grace. You were however surprised at his next words 

“But your actions saved 2 of our men.” He added with a gulp.

“You are clear from punishment, but DO NOT make this a habit!”

“Yes sir.” You told him with a steady voice.

“Thank you sir.”

“You are dismissed, go join the rest of the fleet.” He told you.

You ran down to celebrate the returning pilots, but so was everyone else. You could only see a glimpse of Captain Mitchell and Lieutenant Bradshaw past the dozens of bodies approaching to greet them. 

But even from where you were standing you could see the beaming smile and bright eyes of the mustached pilot. And from that exact moment you knew you were a goner. 

———————————————————————-

Next time you heard his voice was a few weeks post mission. Apparently he accepted a post to teach at Top Gun. 

You were decently shocked to learn that the team assembled for the mission decided to stay in Miramar. Especially since they basically got their pick of post anywhere in the world. 

But you figured Lieutenant Bradshaw, or rather Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw (remembering his promotion), decided to stay because of his recent reconciliation with Captain Mitchell. 

“This is Rooster asking for clearance for takeoff.” He said through the comms.

“You’re still here?” Shit. You did not mean to say that out loud. 

You heard back a chuckle from the pilot.

“Yes, I decided to stick around Fightertown for a little while.”

“Sorry sir.” You replied grateful that he couldn’t see the blush that was forming on your cheeks. 

“You are clear for takeoff.”

“Thanks sweetheart. Roger that.” You felt your cheeks grow hotter as he took off into the air. 

“ATC you still there?” He asked you once he was at cruising altitude. 

“Yes Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, I am still here.” Hoping that he forgot your earlier words and needed something official. 

“Any reason why you were shocked at my staying?” He asked you.

You gulped at his question. Was this allowed? You’ve never had a pilot ask you a question before that didn’t pertain to instructions, both on the ground and in the air. 

After a breath you answered his question.

“I heard about your promotion, and the offer to be posted anywhere in the world. Just surprised you chose to stay here.”

“Sometimes a family is worth more than any accolade or prestigious post.” He told you. You could tell he really cared about Maverick, but was not sure about the history of that. 

Would asking him be crossing a line?

“Why do you stay in fightertown?” He asks you.

“Not for anything as noble as your reason Lieutenant Commander, just an assigned post.” 

“Well I hope you’re liking Miramar. Actually grew up here.” You were surprised that he was still speaking to you, considering he was in the sky for a reason, and normally pilots didn’t maintain this much conversation with Air Traffic Control.

“I really like it so far, having some trouble with making friends though.” You don’t know why you admitted this to him, especially through comms that other people are definitely listening in to. And especially to a Naval hero who definitely would have no interest in the life of a lowly ATC. 

“Well, consider me your first friend sweetheart.” He responded and he actually sounded genuine. You couldn’t help but smile at the aviator's words.

You were about to respond when you were interrupted by Hangman through the comms. 

“Usually I would encourage this, but you can flirt later, Rooster, we gotta shoot down Mav.”

Your little bubble had been burst as you remembered why you had to clear him for takeoff earlier.

“That’s my cue, talk to you later, friend.”

“Have a good exercise Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.” You respond with a smile you know he’d never see. 

Your shift ended before they finished their exercise, so you didn’t get to give Rooster clearance to land (or maybe you just hoped to speak to him again). But from what you heard, it was the closest the team got to finally shooting down the infamous Captain. 

You knew that one day they could surpass the pilot, but you were glad that they were able to learn and grow (and stay) a little longer at Top Gun.

In an effort to make more friends you agreed to go out with some of your fellow ATCs that night. Which is how you ended up in a bar on the beach called ‘the Hard Deck’.

Your co-workers were nice enough, and you were honestly glad that you weren’t spending another night with a plate of pad Thai watching yet another crappy Netflix rom-com. 

Imagine your surprise when Rooster and his crew of pilots walked into the very same bar. They went straight to the pool tables and were currently arguing over who got to play first. 

“God definitely has favorites, because they are so fine.” Your co-worker Laura sighs. 

“I wanna climb Seresin like a tree.” She adds.

“I’m more of a Coyote and Payback kind of gal.” Your other co-worker Sara remarked. 

“But I wouldn’t kick Fanboy or Bob out of bed, they look like they know some tricks.” 

She said as she took another drink of her martini. You agreed with their judgements but couldn’t help but only have eyes for one of the pilots.

“Good choice.” Your other co-worker Lia tells you after following your gaze. 

“Bradshaw definitely takes the cake.” 

You blush upon being caught staring at Rooster. 

All your co-workers nodded in agreement with Lia. 

“He’s not as pretty as Hangman but he’s somehow more fuckable.” Laura comments. 

You couldn’t help but feel possessive as the other women also stared at Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw with hungry eyes. 

But it’s not like you had any right to that feeling, he wasn’t yours, he didn’t even know who you were. 

The conversation moved on to other topics, it could’ve been anything from the weather or the latest Naval gossip but you were only half paying attention. You were honestly just glad that they were done ogling a certain pilot. 

You really liked the Hard Deck. It was now clear that it was a Navy spot and it was really cool to see the usually serious people from work loosened up in civilian clothes. 

The night was bustling and while you were glad for some company, you couldn’t help but feel a little awkward. All these women knew each other and had all these little jokes with one another, and you were an outsider that had a bit of a neurotic streak.

You were wondering if this was a pity invite, and you were slowly leaning to a yes but you were already here, might as well make the best of it.

You prepared yourself to jump back into the conversation, when the music from the jukebox had abruptly stopped. And while the men booed, you saw that the women all stopped and stared at the piano. Or rather the person at the piano. 

Lo and behold, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was seated at the decades old instrument, his fingers expertly playing an old Elton John hit. Of course he would have an affinity for the 80s, as shown by his mustache.

If you thought his speaking voice was beautiful, his singing voice was downright heavenly. He had this low tenor that was so strong and made “I’m still standing” sound sensual. How is that even possible?

Obviously you weren’t the only person that thought so, you saw women dancing in front of him, singing along and obviously trying to get his attention. 

For the other women (and some men) that weren’t, were singing along and staring, were all bewitched at the pilot’s skill. And really, who could blame them?

He had this air of confidence that even the cockiest of pilots could never compete with, he was a superstar. In the air and the ground. 

When he (sadly) finished his song, the entire bar cheered and chanted his name. He did a silly dance and seemed to have no care in the world.

You couldn’t help but fall for him a little more. 

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“This is Rooster, in the air calling for Air Traffic Control.”

You just started your shift less than 2 minutes ago and did not know that Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was already in the air.

“This is Air Traffic Control, what do you need, Lieutenant Commander?” You ansered, trying to keep your voice calm, hoping your little crush on the aviator wouldn’t show in your voice. 

“It’s you!” Rooster exclaimed.

“I’m not sure what you mean sir?”

“You’re the ATC from the other day? The one that agreed to be my friend.”

A blush crept onto your face, you were surprised he remembered your interaction. 

“Um yes sir.” 

“You got off the comm lines so quickly the other day. I didn’t get to invite you to hang out with me and meet some other new friends at the Hard Deck.” 

Your heart grew warm. He was serious? He wasn’t just trying to be polite?

“I was at the Hard Deck sir. Saw you there with your squadron.”

“Oh shit, really? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Seemed rude to just insert myself, sir.”

“Plus you seemed preoccupied with your adoring fans.” You said with a giggle. 

“It was an amazing performance.”

“Oh yeah? Are you a fan?” You heard him ask, already seeing his smirk in your mind. 

“Oh yeah definitely! Consider me the president of the fan club sir.” You quipped. 

“So what does the role of “president” entail?” 

“You know, make t-shirts, teach the Rooster 101 class, and of course host the weekly meeting where we talk about how hot and talented Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw is.”

“So you think I’m hot?”

Your face grew warm in response, and cursed yourself for accidentally flirting nonsensically. And prayed to whatever higher power that no one was currently listening to the comm line. 

“Oh um-.” You began to respond.

“No! Sir-…um I just…”

“You know it’s frowned upon to lie to your superiors.” He said in a serious tone.

“Oh no I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to-“

“ATC….”He interrupts, with an inflection at the end of the last letter 

“Yes I think you’re hot Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw” You confessed with a gulp.

He let out a hearty chuckle.

You were completely mortified and you don’t think your face has ever been this hot before. If you thought you didn’t have a chance before, more so now. You were debating whether you should disconnect now and go back to your job (I mean this is technically your job, but not the flirting part). 

You were broken out of your inner debate by Rooster

“Thanks sweetheart.”

“You know you don’t have to keep calling me Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw right?”

“You can call me Rooster.”

You were thankful for the subject change. 

“Okay Lieutenant Comma-“

“Sorry, okay….Rooster.”

“Now that’s better.” He said with a slight laugh, you could already see his dazzling smile now.

“How about you ATC? What should I call you?”

“Oh you can call me-“ you began to say.

“This is Lieutenant Finch asking for clearance for takeoff.” You were cut off by the comm.

You sighed, back to real life. 

“I’m sorry Rooster, I got to go back to duty.”

You cut off the comm lines before he could respond.

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Next time you saw him, he was walking down a hallway with Lieutenant Commander Trace by his side. He was talking so animatedly, his hands waving around as he delivered his point.

It sounded like he was gushing about a tail spin maneuver that Maverick pulled off, and god he’s so beautiful. When he speaks it’s like you couldn’t help but listen. Hell! you bet a reading of the F-18 NATOPS would sound like absolute sin coming from his mouth. 

You were so caught up in his voice that you didn’t notice how close you were to passing him.

You felt your breath get caught in your throat as your shoulders brushed against his as you walked in the opposite direction. Even through your thick khakis, you can feel how muscular his shoulders were. Damn this man works out.

“Oops sorry ma’am” he stopped and turned to you. His eyes were concerned that he hurt you from a measly bump. This man could not be real.

“I didn't mean to bump you. And as put together as I seem to be, I am actually a huge klutz and a hazard to pretty girls.” He said with a chuckle and a wink.

You tried to respond to him, but only a squeak managed to leave your mouth. Starstruck that he’s speaking to you for the first time, not through a comm line. 

Wait and he called you pretty! You were now fighting a blush creeping on your cheeks. But to the two aviators it looked like you were not amused 

“Stop bothering her Rooster, she obviously has places to be.” Phoenix chastises him.

“I apologize for my bothersome friend.” She turned to say to you. And all your pathetic shy ass can do is nod.

“See you around! And sorry again!” Rooster says once more as Lieutenant Trace pulls him away and down the hallway. 

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Okay, you were not doing this on purpose, well sorta. Sometimes in the midst of your constant daydreaming, your subconscious kinda just takes the reins and dictates your actions. 

Which is how you found yourself coincidentally choosing a work schedule that lined up the most perfectly with Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw’s flying times.

You hoped for another conversation with Rooster, hoping to redeem yourself from your words (or rather lack thereof) during the hallway debacle.

 But the Lieutenant Commander seemed very focused on the exercise that they’ve been working on for the past week and has not been speaking to you as much as of late.

You were of course sad, and you felt a pit in your stomach grow larger and larger each passing day that your conversations started and ended with “you’re cleared for takeoff”.

You almost wish that your stupid infatuation would go away so that you didn’t feel yourself crushed at the end of every single work day. 

But you would catch a glimpse of his smile on the tarmac and your heart would fill with so much longing once again. 

It had been almost a week since your last true interaction with the aviator, you were beyond pathetic at this point. 

At last, he finally called in after he was in the sky. 

“Is the president of my fan club there?” He called into the comms. 

Was he talking about you? I mean who else would he be talking about considering the topic of your conversation last time. 

Unless he talks to all the ATCs like this, flirting with them until they become flustered and red as a tomato. He’s probably done this with Sara, or Laura or even both! The thought filled your stomach with dread. Should you stay silent and pretend you didn’t hear him? Or maybe he actually needs something, it would be unprofessional of you to not help your superior or maybe-

“I know you’re there, I can hear you thinking”  

Rooster has a habit of breaking you out of your anxiety induced thoughts.

“Are you calling for me Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?”

You heard him clear his throat, expectant.

“Oh I’m sorry, Rooster.” You corrected yourself.

“That’s better” He said with a chuckle. 

“Sorry I’ve been radio silent the past week sweetheart, have had a lot on my mind.” 

“You don’t have to apologize to me! You’re one of the greatest pilots in the world, no need to worry about me.” You assured him, and maybe you were a bit self-deprecating but it was true. 

“No need for all of that ATC, I’m just a guy in a plane. And were friends, remember?  It’s not fair of me to leave you in the dark.” 

Damn. AND he's humble? How can this man be anymore perfect?

“ Thank you Rooster.” You replied with a small smile.

“Sorry again for going ghost, this is a bit of a hard week for me” He continued.

In any normal circumstance, asking for elaboration would seem like prying, but your conversations with the Lieutenant commander have been less than normal as of late. You still had no clue where you got the courage to ask.

“Oh, why is that?”

“Wanna know all my secrets already sweetheart?” 

He somehow managed to avoid the question AND make you flustered. He’s good.

“How about I let you know my stories over dinner?”

You just felt your heart jump out of your chest and into another dimension. There’s no way THE Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was asking you out. 

This had to be some kind of game, one that he’s no doubt played a million times before. Rooster had no shortage of women who wanted him and the fact that he’s asking you out of all people was unbelievable. There was no way. 

“Um like a date?” You ask him nervously.

He chuckles at your response, amused at your edginess. But to you it sounded like the thunderclap before the lightning strike of rejection. 

You just wished he’d get on with it. Hoping he lets you down easy so you can move on from this crush and actually do your job.

“What else would I mean?” He finally responded.

Your entire body felt like a cracked glow stick. You felt bright and overheated, but also cold as ice as you’ve somehow lost feeling in your extremities.

So he was asking you out! You were determined to apologize for every time you’ve said God’s name in vain because if Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was asking you on a date, then there is no doubt that the higher power was real. 

But the reality of the situation had set in. If he was this quick to ask you out despite not knowing your name, or what you look like. What’s stopping him from changing his mind and moving on to the next ATC or bartender or crossing guard who gave him admiring attention just as quickly?

You came to a swift realization.

It was against your nature and your better judgment, as your heart was beating out the seams to say yes to Rooster’s invitation. But you had to be smart about this.

You had to play the game.

“I’m gonna have to say no sir.”  

You can feel the regret setting in already.

“Wow, I think that’s the first no I’ve gotten in…. That might be the first no I’ve ever gotten.”

Great, now you’ve bruised his ego, you had no idea if this tactic was working for or against you.

“Well, I think dinner might be a little further down the line, that’s if you think you can handle it?” You somehow gathered enough courage to (fake) confidently challenge Rooster.

“Oh is that so?” You can hear the intrigue in his voice through the line. 

“How about a phone number?” He offers amused

“Hmm… maybe THAT  I can agree with.” You responded matching his playful tone.

“In one condition.” 

“Oh yeah? And what is that sweetheart?” 

“Shoot down Maverick in the drill today.”

“Is that it? I can do that, easy.” There was the cockiness the top gun pilots were famous for.

“That’s funny, considering you haven’t been able to do it in the past 3 weeks.” You jested.

“Ouch, first you reject my invitation, and now you insult my skill? Way to kick a man while he’s already down sweetheart.” He grimaced playfully.

“Gotta give you some kind of challenge sir.” You couldn't hold back the giggle forming in your throat. 

“Okay deal, anything to hear that laugh again, outside of these comm lines.” He chuckled.

Oh shit. You completely forgot that you are flirting with Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw though a military operated and very public comm line.

“I was wondering when the two of were going to remember the rest of us can hear EVERYTHING.” You heard the voice of Lieutenant Commander Seresin chortle.

You felt your ears burn red in embarrassment. 

“Getting rejected over comms Bradley? And here I thought you had game.” Captain Mitchell added. Both of them were laughing at their fellow aviator. 

“See what I mean sweetheart? I promise I’m a much better conversationalist when these assholes aren’t around.” Bradley insulted the other two pilots. 

“Don’t listen to him ATC, I’ve known him since he was still in diapers , and I promise you, this is as good as he’s gonna get.” Captain Mitchell remarked to you. 

“Don’t think I’m gonna go easy on him for you either.” He added jokingly. 

“Trust me Captain Mitchell, I’m counting on it.” You replied with equal fervor. Maverick responded with a playful tone.

“Sounds good ma’am, hope I don’t disappoint .”

“I’m going to get into position, You two can join me once Bradley is done with his disastrous flirting.” He added before going radio silent, lifting his jet to prepare for the dogfight. 

“Hypothetically, if I shoot down Mav, do I get your number?” Hangman teased. 

“Walk the walk first, and maybe I’ll consider it.” You quipped, but you knew that the only aviator you’d want to give your number to was Rooster. 

“Good enough for me.” Hangman replied. 

“Watch me beat you Rooster, in the drill and with the girl.” Hangman chuckled playfully before going radio silent, presumably getting into position.

“Double timing me with Hangman sweetheart? Now thats a killing blow.” Rooster smiled, slightly annoyed at your flirtatious exchange with Seresin but happy that it was just the two of you once again. 

“You know how bumptious Lieutenant Commander Seresin can be. I just said it to get rid of him.” You explained. 

“Now for you, I am completely serious. Shoot down Mav and you got yourself a phone number.”

“Yours right?” He asked.

You let out a hearty laugh, one that had caused the other ATC’s currently in the control tower to look at you with concerned expressions. 

“Yes. Mine.”

“You never know, you could very well give me Admiral Bates’ number. I just wanted to make sure.” He replied.

“Plus its always a bonus to hear you laugh.”

This man never seemed to run out of lines. You had to hold yourself back from melting into a puddle in your seat.

“Well lets see what you got then Lieutenant Commander.” Was the last thing you said as he finally went back up to position. 

As much as you wanted to stay tuned into the dogfight like you were a suburban dad cheering on their favorite football team, you did actually have a job to do. 

You were in the middle of analyzing flight patterns and putting together a presentation for your co-workers when you heard the sudden call on your headset.

“Hello, this is air traffic control.”

You were greeted with a loud thunderous cheer. 

“I did it ATC! I shot down Mav.” Rooster howled.

“Is this true Lieutenant Commander Seresin?” You asked Hangman.

“As much as I tried to sabotage him, yes Rooster did somehow managed to shoot down the old-timer.” Hangman confirmed with a groan.

Shit. Now you have to actually give your number to Rooster.

“Soooo ATC, I’m waiting for the magic numbers.” You could already see the victory smirk on his face. 

“Ughhh fine a deal is a deal. But I am not going to give out my private phone number on a monitored line. I’m just gonna have to get it to you another way.”

“Okay fair enough. How are you gonna do that?” Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw queried. 

“Don’t worry about it, just know you’ll get it.”

“Or you know you can just give it to me face to fa-.”

“Goodbye Rooster.” You interrupted and dropped the line before he could continue. 

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You honestly did not know how you were going to get your number to Rooster. You wouldn’t dare to see him face to face. He’ll take one look at you and know that you were nothing special and he’d lose interest. The only reason he was this enthralled was because you were a mystery to him. 

You could always go back on your deal and tell him you were kidding about the number, but you knew that was an asshole move and you were not the type to break agreements. You had to figure out how to get that number to him without him seeing you. 

At least then you can speak to him and possibly flirt with him for a little longer before he inevitably loses interest..

You were sat in the comm tower, your head resting on the back of your hand, watching Rooster joke around with Mav and Hangman down in the tarmac beside their F-18s. Even from all the way up here you can see how bright his smile was. He was so beautiful. 

You were snapped out of your admiration by the three aviators walking off the tarmac, probably to rest and sit with the other pilots in the hangar. You saw your window of opportunity, in the form of (no pun intended) Rooster’s open canopy on his jet. 

If you could sneak down there and place a piece of paper with your number on his dash then you would have fulfilled your side of the deal. 

If anyone were to ask, you were not a stalker, you were just very observant, especially if you’ve been watching these pilots for the better part of the last few weeks and knew that they were going to spend at least the next 15 minutes in the hangar until they returned to the tarmac. You had to make your move NOW.

You scribbled your number onto a piece of discarded paper.

“I’m taking a 10!” You announced to the control room before running out clutching the note to your chest. 

You quickly ran down from the tower and quickly onto the tarmac, making sure to duck and turn your head away as you passed the hangar (just in case). 

You couldn’t remember the last time you ran this fast, probably not since basic training. You quickly manuevered around all the F-18s until you reached the one marked with the label LCDR Bradley Bradshaw “Rooster”. You’ve never seen his jet this up close, you wanted desperately to run your hand through the marking of his name, to touch something that he has. 

No. You have to remember you’re here on a time-constrained mission, and you had to get out of here not only  before the pilots come out, but also before anyone in the comm tower can spot you down here. 

You quickly flung yourself up the ladder up to cockpit of the jet and trying to place the piece of paper as rapidly and as gently as you could on the dash. When you finally let go of the paper and saw that it was securely in place, you hopped off the tiny ass ladder and started to speed walk back to the direction of the comm tower. 

Your heart was beating a million times per minute and you did it without anyone seeing you. You could see the door to the tower in the distance, and were beelining towards it. That’s until you heard a clear 

“HEY!” Coming from behind you. 

You turned around and were greeted by the suspect face of Lieutenant Commander Seresin. He was standing probably a good 25 feet away and slowly walking towards you.

“Who are you? What are doing down here?” 

You had to think of an excuse fast, with as little words spoken as possible. You couldn’t risk him recognizing your voice and telling Rooster. Then all of this would be over too soon. 

“Just routine inspection!” You tell him, making your voice higher and hopefully indiscernible from your normal speaking voice. 

“Goodbye!” You waved at him before sprinting away and around the tower so he couldn’t see that you were going into the comm room. 

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As much as you'd like to think that you successfully made it down and back from the tarmac completely undetected, you knew that running into Hangman could’ve ended disastrously. You needed to learn to be more careful especially now that your number could possibly already be in Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw’s possession. Which means you have to commit to this game. 

You put your number in his plane almost 11 hours ago and even though the work day has long ended, and you knew that the pilots leave together at around 5pm and would inevitably end up at the Hard Deck for a few hours. 

However it is now nearing 11pm and you still had no notification from anyone other than your mom. No texts, no calls, just email alerts and a few instagram DMs from some old high school friends. 

You sighed as you stared at the clock. Maybe he didn’t see the paper? Or he’s still at the Hard Deck?

You knew neither was unlikely because the dagger squad flew out and ran a few more drills later in the day so was in his jet and all the Navy men (or rather the disciplined ones) promptly left the bar at 10pm to prepare for their early work days. 

He could’ve and should’ve contacted you by now.

But what did you really expect? That he was going to drop everything and call a random ATC that he had a few indecorous conversations with. 

You definitely let this fake confidence build up too much in your head. You had to remember your place. Because who are you other than just a girl, when he was one of the superstar’s of the Navy? The frontliner and the apple of all the admirals’ eyes. 

You see the clock flashing 11:15pm and you had a shift early in the morning. There was no use continuing to feel sorry for yourself. Some sleep would do you some good, and hopefully avoid the waterworks that would inevitably come.

You were well on your way to slipping into a deep slumber when you heard the loud text tone originating from your phone. 

Unknown Number: Sorry I didn’t get to talk to you today sweetheart. I hope I get the chance soon. Sweet dreams :) 

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There must have been some sickness barreling through the base because the normally filled comm room was empty except for you manning the main desk. 

Being solo wasn’t too bad, as there weren’t too many pilots scheduled to fly today.

Of course one of them being Rooster. 

“Miramar Tower, F/A-18E Super Hornet , 10 southwest at 2,500, inbound for landing “ 

Speak of the devil, and he shall come

“F/A-18E Super Hornet , Miramar Tower, report entering left downwind Runway 24R.” You responded, keeping yourself professional despite feeling the butterflies in your stomach beating your ass upon hearing his voice.

“Report entering left downwind, F/A-18E Super Hornet . . . . “ He responded before adding

“F/A-18E Super Hornet entering left downwind Runway 24R.”

He was all business today, with absolutely no hint of the usual playfulness in his voice. 

“Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, you are cleared to land Runway 24R.”

He let out a slight growl, one you would miss if you weren’t listening so intently.

He hesitated for a moment before finally responding. 

“Cleared to land Runway 24R, F/A-18E Super Hornet “ 

You saw his jet successfully land and reached for the button to disconnect when you heard Rooster’s voice flood your headphones once again.

“Do you remember what I said about calling me ‘Lieutenant Commander’ sweetheart?” He asks steely.

Fuck, he sounds so sexy when he’s stern. No man’s voice has ever had this effect on you. 

“Yes sir, Rooster.” You said with a longing breath.

You curse yourself for being incapable of being subtle.

“Normally I would say no ‘sir’ just ‘Rooster’, but I’ll allow it. Only because it sounds so good coming from your mouth.”

Holy shit. And you thought you weren’t subtle, you were usually clueless when it came to men flirting but even you could read that loud and clear. 

“You sure you want to be hitting on me over comms SIR?” you said purring 

“Would you rather me come up there sweetheart? So I can do it face-to-face” He said with the same gruffness. You can see him glancing up to the tower as he lifted his canopy and exited his plane.

“I dare you Lieutenant Commander.” You replied matching his salacious tone. 

“Gonna have to teach you a lesson don’t I?.” The connection cuts off as he removes his helmet and rushes up to the tower. 

You couldn’t hear anything over the sound of your pounding heartbeat, there is no way you just invited Rooster up to the comm room. 

It couldn’t have been more than 2 minutes when you heard the door burst open and saw Rooster enter, his skin still glistening from sweating under the California sun. 

He looked like a Greek god, and you had to stop your jaw from physically dropping at the sight of him. 

“Finally done hiding from me sweetheart?” He greeted you teasingly. 

You slowly approached one another. You opened your mouth to respond with a flirty response but the words seemed to be stuck in your throat. 

You didn’t even notice how close you were to him. You could feel the heat radiating off his body. You were staring straight ahead and avoiding his gaze. Choosing to maintain eye contact with the lowered zipper of his flight suit. Giving you a glimpse of the hard planes of his chest underneath. 

Your breath hitched as you felt him grab you by the waist and pull you bodies together. His hands felt so hot on your body and you still couldn’t bring yourself to look up into his gaze.

That is until he placed a hand on your chin and gently pulled it up to look into your eyes. 

“Don’t tell me you’re all shy now sweetheart?” He said with a smirk and he tugged your bodies closer. 

“Where’s all that talk from earlier?” He whispered as he kissed the skin beneath your ear, before moving his lips to your jaw and leaving soft caressing kisses trailing down your jaw, down to where your neck meets your collarbone

Okay, you have definitely lost the ability to breathe, let alone to speak several moments ago. If he wasn’t currently holding you so tightly your legs would’ve given out from under you.

All you could feel was him and all your mind can think of is Rooster. Rooster. Rooster. 

He finally brought his head back up and stared at your lips. He licked his before he finally closed the distance between you and-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

You woke up in your bed in a cold sweat. 

Holy shit, it was just a dream. It felt so real. 

You could’ve sworn you could still feel his hand gripping on your waist and his hot breath on your ear. 

You glanced at your alarm clock to see that you overslept by 30 minutes! 

You quickly got up and got ready, you swear to God you had never gotten ready faster in your life. But you still managed to be 15 minutes late. 

Your supervisor was not happy. But you were normally punctual so they allowed you this one oversight. As long as you swore to never repeat it again. 

You finally caught your breath and settled in your station. You were relieved that you didn’t miss too much. 

But since you were late Rooster was assigned to a different ATC on his flight plan for the day. 

This did make you sad but in a way maybe it was necessary for today. 

First because you could not possibly hold a conversation with him after the erotic dream that you still hadn't physically recovered from, and second because you were actually becoming pathetic.

You had set 4 simple rules for yourself when you joined the Navy

Stay Focused

Always be punctual

Sleep early to be well rested, and most importantly

Do not get involved with Navy men. 

You somehow managed to break all rules in the last few weeks. 

You had a wet dream that caused you to break your perfect punctuality streak. A dream that was about a certain pilot that caused you to stay up late and has spent the better part of a month distracting you.

For the lack of better phrasing, you really needed to get your shit together.

But when you stepped into the mess hall after a fairly productive half of a day, and saw his face, you remembered just why you were so enamored. 

A smile from him was worth breaking the rules you set for yourself. 

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You were probably home for less than 10 minutes when you heard the text notification coming from the living room.

You wiped your hands on a dish rag and walked out of the kitchen to grab your phone, which you almost dropped upon seeing who the text came from. 

The text last night was completely unexpected and was definitely part of the reason why Rooster somehow made it into your dream. And even though you were half asleep at the time, you managed to save his number under “Rooster ✈️🐔”. 

Which is how you knew you were staring at a text from said aviator. 

Rooster ✈️🐔: Missed you today :(

You have been carefully analyzing the text for the last 30 seconds you laid eyes on it. He missed you??? What does that mean? He had your number for the better part of two days and he only managed to contact you when you were almost asleep, and after a day of ignoring him. 

Asking him what he meant would be too obvious and would make you come out as naïve. So you did what any rational woman with a crush would do. Deflect.

You: Do you have a problem with emojis or something?

Rooster ✈️🐔: Huh? What do you mean? 

You: I can’t remember the last time I saw someone use emoticons unironically. 

Rooster ✈️🐔: Are you making fun of me? I personally think emoticons are neat

Rooster ✈️🐔: And I don’t know how to download emojis :/

You felt like a schoolgirl as you felt your face break into a grin at his antics. 

You were formulating a reply when you were interrupted by the screen indicating an incoming call from Rooster ✈️🐔.

You stared at your phone in panic and let it continue to ring. Holy shit he was calling you. At least in text you can formulate a plan and have a carefully crafted response. You did not have that luxury with a voice call. 

But what are you going to do? Ignore it? 

You had to make a decision fast. Okay yes, it will be a little more nerve wracking to speak on a voice call but that's better than nothing right? And you spoke to him all the time over comms, even though technically it is different because those conversations can be hidden under the guise of carrying out your job and you did not have that safety net in this situation.

After a few seconds you thought “Fuck it” and pressed the green button. 

“Hi” You answered with a breath. 

“Oh thank god, you actually answered” He responded, teasing relief in his voice.

“What? You thought I wouldn’t?” You asked him as if it was the most outlandish thing in the world (even you were seriously debating it less than a minute ago). 

“Well lets look at the track record, you rejected my dinner invite, doubted my skill as a world class pilot, left me on read last night, and just made fun of my emoticons.”

“The signs were all pointing there.” 

You bursted out in laughter at his rantings.

“Wow! And now you’re laughing at my misery, a man just can’t win with you can they sweetheart?” He feigned hurt. 

“I’m sorry Lieutenant Commander, I didn’t realize it was so easy to hurt your feelings.” You teased him. 

“AND were back to Lieutenant Commander? You do not pull your punches, do you?”

“I’d like to think we’re past all those formalities, outside of work please call me Rooster, or rather yet, call me Bradley.” He asserted. 

“Sometimes I forget your full god given name is Bradley Bradshaw. Brad Brad. I’m making that your name on my phone” You continued to tease with a giggle.

“Did your parents know what they were subjecting you to?” 

“Ha Ha very funny, unfortunately they were the main ones who made the Brad Brad joke.” He admitted dejected. 

This caused you to laugh again.

“Hey this is not fair! I don’t even know your name to make fun of.” You could practically hear the pout in his voice.

“You know I’m gonna find out your name eventually sweetheart, so why don’t you just give it up now?”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

You wanted to finally tell him your name, you did. But that just opens a can of worms that would lead to reality, which you were not yet ready to face.

“I can’t call you ATC forever sweetheart..”

“Well.. what do you want to call me?” 

“Preferably your name?” He suggested.

“You only get one chance to choose so try again.” You warned. 

“And make it good”

“Okay fine I’ll bite.” He finally gave in.

“Lets see, what to call you….”

“Well you laugh a lot, and most of the time at me, so I think I want to use something related to that.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so easy to make fun of.” You quipped.

“Fair enough. Just know I only let you because I actually like the sound of your laugh.”

You felt the blush creep onto your cheeks again.

“Clock is ticking, and you’re wasting your time flirting. What is it gonna be?” You goaded him.

“Okay Okay, but don’t think I won’t continue later.”

“I have no doubt about it” 

“So something pertaining laughing…hmmm. Giggles?” 

“If you call me Giggles, I’m hanging up and blocking you.” You threaten him. 

He responded with his own laugh, and god if you didn’t love his as much as he claimed to like yours.

“Chuckles?”

“I prefered Giggles.” You grimaced

“Merry?” 

“Too Christmas-y”

“Chirpy?”

“That sounds like a name for a bird or something you’d call your grandma. How are you so bad at this?”

“I’m trying!”

“Try to pick something better than all of those please, and do it in the next 30 seconds or I revoke your naming permissions.”

“Fine…Okay! I got it!”

“Cloud!” 

“Cloud?” You asked

“Yes! Like flying on Cloud 9!”

His selection brought a smile to your face. You pretended to think on it.

“It’s acceptable.”

“Yes!” 

“See? I’m not completely useless, and it fits because I’m flying on Cloud 9 whenever I know you’re my ATC.”

His admission caused your breath to catch in your throat. He really did know how to make a girl feel special, even though you knew you had no actual chance with him in the real world.

“I bet you say that to all the ATCs.”

“Well they are responsible for making sure that I don’t crash into other planes on the runway. Gotta keep them happy somehow”

You laugh at his joke, but holding some sadness because even though he was joking, in a way it felt like it held some truth. 

“But seriously, you have no idea how much joy you brought me yesterday. Both with our conversation and seeing that you actually gave me your number. Which is why I was really sad that you weren’t my ATC today.” 

He sounded sincere, but you tried to keep yourself from taking his lines to heart. 

You smiled. 

“Speaking of your number, how the hell did you get that piece of paper into my dash?”

“There was no one else I saw near my jet except my squad and they were with me the entire time. When did you manage to do it?”

“A girl doesn’t reveal her secrets Rooster.” You jested

“Speaking of secrets, pray tell why it took you over twelve hours to use it?” You asked him, you had to know.

“Yeah, sorry about that late text sweetheart… I stayed out at the Hard Deck with Mav a little later than usual. It was my dad’s death anniversary and I honestly spent most of the day sulking and dreading leaving my apartment.”

“Oh.. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You responded sympathetically, now feeling guilty at asking such an intrusive question. 

“No worries sweetheart, the minute I heard your voice on comms, it brightened my day, even more so when you gave me your number.”

“So thank you for the boost and the motivation to finally kick Mav’s ass in the sky.”

Your heart felt warm hearing that you had that effect on him, you woul’ve believed his words if you didn’t know better.

“You’re welcome Bradley.” You finally called him by his real first name, admittedly it felt right coming from your mouth.

You both sat in comfortable silence when you were interrupted by the smoke alarm in your kitchen. It hit you that your dinner was left on the stove forgetten during your conversation with Bradley.

“Oh shit, I’m pretty sure I just burnt my dinner. I gotta go before I set my entire apartment on fire.”

Bradley chuckled at your unintentional lapse of memory.

“Okay sweetheart I’ll talk to you soon.”

You ended the call. 

You managed to clear out the smoke out of your apartment, but unfortunately did not save your chicken. 

You had to settle for a frozen hot pocket that had been in your freezer for God know how long, but hey it did the job and beggars can’t be choosers. 

You felt the tiredness from the busy workday hit you and you decided it was a good idea to turn in early. You showered and finished your nighttime routine and settled into your bed with your phone on your nightstand.

Your phone flashed once again to signal a text. Apparently, Rooster had the same idea about an early night. 

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Goodnight Cloud <3 I’ll talk to you tomorrow

You: Goodnight Bradley :)

——————————————————————————————-

You were honestly pleasantly surprised at how consistently you and Bradley communicated. 

It followed the same schedule. During the days, you were usually his ATC so he would of course flirt with you over comms, and you’d try to maintain come decorum of professionalism, but would eventually flirt black. Persistence is key and Bradley is nothing if not persistent. 

When he wasn’t in the air during work hours he would sneakily text you his little random thoughts he had during the day. 

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Have you ever noticed how small Hangman’s mouth is?

You: What?

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: No seriously look at it. His mouth is always scrunched up even when he smiles.

You: Why are you staring at Hangman’s mouth?

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: We’ve been stuck in this meeting and he keeps chewing that stupid toothpick, its distracting.

You: Didn’t realize you had a thing for Seresin, Brad Brad? 🤔

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: ???????

You: You just said his mouth is distracting

You: Its okay Rooster, just say you wanna kiss him, the tension between you is so thick you can cut it with a knife.

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: I don’t want to kiss Hangman >:( 

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: You wanna know who I do wanna kiss though? 

You: Let me guess…..

You: Bob! 

You: Or better yet, Cyclone 🤪

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: No :(((

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: I wanna kiss you

You: Let’s Play 8 Ball!

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Ha ha you’re hilarious

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: If I beat you then can I get a kiss?

Read 2:13pm

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Ouch :(

On weekday nights where he didn’t go to the Hard Deck, you would have your nightly phone call at 7:30pm sharp where you would both stay on the phone while you both cooked dinner. You would catch up on the little things during the day that you didn’t text about and just mostly got to know one another.

You can admit that yes, what initially drew you to Rooster was his beautiful smile and his skill as a pilot. But the more you spoke to him the more you saw not just Lieutenant Commander “Rooster” Bradshaw. But you also saw Bradley.

You quickly saw that he was kind, humble, and so caring of others. 

“Hey Cloud,  I’m sorry for calling you so late.” You noticed his tone was more solemn than usual and checked the time, it was nearing 8pm.

“It’s fine Bradley, you’re not that late.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

“Payback and Fanboy flew into a jetwash today….”

“They had to eject.” He answered dejectedly

“I heard about that. Are they okay?”

 Laura told you about the incident a little earlier, she was the ATC for the flight. The ear-splitting static that hit her headset after the aircraft collided with the ground was enough to shake even the most experienced ATC. So you couldn’t imagine being the pilot and the WSO in that situation. 

“They’re at the hospital overnight for observation. I stuck around to make sure they were okay.” 

It was very strange for you to hear Rooster so despondent. You knew he cared about his friends, and he would do anything for them, but it felt like there was more to the situation. 

“You’re very thoughtful for that Bradley.. I’m sure they appreciated it”

“It was my fault, Cloud.” he confessed. 

You were taken aback at his admittance, but you would’ve heard if there was someone that was directly responsible for the accident, it involved aircraft worth millions of dollars after all. 

“They flew into my jetwash.” 

“Bradley, that wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have controlled their flight path.” You tried to reassure him.

“But I shouldn’t have been so reckless!” He exclaimed. 

“If I wasn’t so busy trying to outdo Coyote, I wouldn’t have almost hit a bird strike and had to slow down, and they wouldn't have gotten caught in the wash.”

You didn’t want to tell him he was being irrational for blaming himself for a situation that was clearly out of his hands, you knew there was something more there. 

“But they’re fine right? Everyone is okay. No one was seriously hurt.” You explained to him.

“Yeah no one got hurt….THIS time.” 

His statement piqued your interest, you were getting somewhere.

“What do you mean?” 

He sighed, finally letting go of the pretenses. 

“That’s how my dad died.” He confessed.

In a way you knew about LTJG Nick Bradshaw and his untimely death during his Top Gun training, but none of the sordid details. It felt disrespectful to dig into Rooster’s family without him knowing. 

“Oh..” You couldn’t think of what to say. 

“He and Mav flew into a jetwash and when they ejected…my dad hit his head on the canopy. Dead on impact.”

You kicked yourself for thinking he was being irrational. Now all his self blame and his aversion to throwing caution to the wind while flying finally made sense. It also made his relationship with Maverick a lot clearer to you. 

On one hand, you were thrilled that he was confiding in you. But on the other hand you were also heartbroken for Bradley, he lost his dad so young and as much as you wanted to hug him, and let him cry on your shoulder, you couldn’t. 

“Were you close?” You settled on asking him. 

“We were, he’s the reason why I worked so hard to be where I am now.” He reminisced. 

“I’m sure he is very proud of you Bradley. You are not only an incredible pilot, you are also an selfless, caring, and incredible man.” You reminded him. 

“He would give all the credit to my mom.” He lightly chuckled. 

“She raised me alone after my dad died.”

“She never remarried?” You asked

“No, she said that dad was her soulmate. She would never find another man like him.”

You can tell how much love Bradley had for his parents, and the love they shared for one another. 

“It sounds like they were really in love.” You smiled 

“They were. My dad would always serenade my mom. He loved the 50s and the 60s so everytime he saw a piano he would wail out ‘Great Balls of Fire’ while my mom would act embarrassed, but she would eventually sit on his lap and sing along.” 

“That’s beautiful Brad, they really were soulmates.”

“I hope I can find a love like theirs someday.” You sighed dreamily. 

“Who knows? Maybe you already have.” He responds softly.

A comfortable silence settled between you for a few moments. 

“Hey Cloud”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for listening.”

“Anytime Bradley.”

You noticed that it was now getting late and exhaustion was starting to take over your body.

Bradley seemed to notice this as well.

“Do you think I can sing to you Cloud? Like my dad used to with my mom?” 

“I would love that Brad.” 

You slowly fell asleep to the sound of his voice singing ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You’.

And like that, there was no denying, that you’re falling even deeper.

——————————————————————————————-

You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up. It has been months since you and Rooster started talking regularly and you couldn’t help falling in love with him a little more everyday. 

The problem is, you knew that his patience was wearing thin, as he was asking you more and more frequently when he can see you face to face or even know your real name.

You knew you owe him all of that, but how could you tell him? When you know in your heart that once he sees you and knows you. He would know you weren’t worth his time. 

That realization kills you because he means everything to you. You’ve shared your hobbies, your stories, your dreams with him. 

How can you go on living without him in your life once you know the feeling of him being there. 

He has planted himself a permanent spot in your heart, and once he’s gone, there will be a gaping hole left in his wake. 

He was being as kind and as patient with you as he could, but you couldn’t blame his growing anxiety about your identity. 

It also didn’t help that you were constantly under the scrutinous eyes of Lieutenant Commander Seresin. After he caught you on the Tarmac, he seemed very suspicious of you. Like he knew you were up to something but just couldn’t put his finger on it. 

Luckily you’ve been able to fly under the radar around him. Yes he could be a little ignorant and too much of a flirt for his own good but he was smart as a whip and you knew that if anyone could figure out what you were doing it would be him. 

You were currently sat with ATCs in the mess hall, on the other side of the room from where the dagger squad has decided to congregate. You were trying to subtly sneak glances at Bradley. 

He looked particularly handsome today, his sandy hair was slicked back and his tanned skin glowing. He even had his signature Ray Ban Caravans on. You normally hate when people wear sunglasses indoors but he made it work without looking like an asshole. And it looks damn good on him. 

You sighed and as you moved your focus away to not arouse suspicion you noticed Hangman look at you with narrowed eyes. You pretended not to notice. 

Your attention was diverted by the vibration of you phone signaling a notification. 

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Is potato salad supposed to be green?

You smiled when you saw it was a text from Bradley

You: Depends, do you normally eat 2 week old potato salad?

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Mav said it was okay :(

You: Mav also thinks anything not cooked in a microwave is gourmet.

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Okay fair, its going into the trash. 

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: You know what is gourmet though? ;)

You: Mav

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Not funny :(

You tried to hold in your laughter to no avail and it was loud enough for the other ATC s to look at you in confusion. 

“Sorry, just saw a funny meme.” You explained, the ATCs accepted this explanation and went back to their previous activities. 

You looked up again to catch another glimpse at Rooster when you saw Hangman staring at your phone in your hand with wide eyes. Then looked down at Rooster also smiling down at his own phone, and then back at you. 

You could see the wheels in his head turning, and then he made a face that made it clear that he connected the dots. 

Oh shit. You had to get out of here.

You quickly packed up your food and sat up, not bothering to say goodbye to your fellow ATCs. 

You ran out the mess hall and down the hallway but before you could turn the corner a hand pulls you back. 

You are now face to face with Lieutenant Commander Seresin. He looked at you for a few seconds 

“You’re Air Traffic Control right?” he asked you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yes sir I am.” You said trying to disguise your voice the same as you did on the tarmac. 

“Don’t play games with me honey, I know that’s not your real voice.” You gulped 

He still had a grip on your arm so you couldn’t run even if you wanted to. Curse these Navy men and their workout routines. 

“Tell me your name, and that’s an order.” 

You were sweating under his gaze, you’ve never felt more panicked in your life.

You tell him your name in your real voice. 

He finally released his grip on you and also seemed to drop his serious demeanor. 

“I knew there was something about you! You’re the ATC that old chicken has been flirting with over comms aren’t you??”

You nod looking down at your feet. Damn it, there goes your whole relationship (if you can even call it that) with Rooster, because Hangman is definitely going to rat you out. 

“You see, Rooster was telling the squad that he was in love. And so of course we ask him who she is.” 

“But how surprising was it when he said that not only has he never seen her face to face, he doesn’t even know her name.” 

He was now pacing up and down the hallway. 

“Then I remembered that day where he bet you your number if he shot down Mav, he magically got a piece of paper with a number on his dash seemingly coming from nowhere.” 

“But it wasn’t a magic trick at all, was it?” He asked you rhetorically.

“No sir.”

“Exactly! Because I caught you sneaking off the Tarmac moments before Rooster jumped into his plane and happily announcing that he got your phone number.” 

“I saw your face, so you are both the ATC over comms and the girl he talks to,  the one he says he’s in love with.”

You looked up shocked at his statement.

“He’s in love with me?” 

You looked up from the ground with hopeful eyes. 

“Yes he is.” Hangman tells you matter of factly. 

“You’ve presumably been talking to Rooster for months, but you've yet to meet him in person, let alone even tell him your name.”

“What game are you playing here?” He asks you

“It’s not a game, I do care about Bradley.” You sighed. 

“So then what is it?” 

“Sir, can we not please talk about it here?” 

You anxiously look around and see that people were now in the hallway exiting from the mess hall. And god forbid that Bradley was one of them. 

“Fine.” 

“Meet me at the Hard Deck after work.” 

——————————————————————————————-

 You were seated at the bar in the Hard Deck, your left leg bouncing anxiously.

You checked your watch, 5:47pm. Hangman said to meet him here right after work and you basically sped off the base to get to the bar on time.

You’ve been nursing the same beer for the past almost 30 minutes. You couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

What was taking him so long? Did he forget? Did he already tell Bradley?

A million more questions swirled in your head. But you knew that if Hangman didn’t show up you were basically screwed.

Your self pity was interrupted by the booming sound of naval aviators strolling through the entrance, with one of them being Bradley and of course Hangman.

You were simultaneously trying to avoid Rooster’s gaze, while trying to catch Hangman’s attention.

When you finally caught his eye, you gave him a panicked questioning look. He gave you a subtle nod while continuing his conversation with the rest of the squadron. 

The crew made their way to their usual spot in the back with the pool tables. Hangman excused himself from the group nodding towards you.

You kept your eyes on him as he made his way to you. 

“Jimmy, can I get a beer?” Hangman asks the bartender.

“Lieutenant Commander.” You greeted him as he sat on the stool directly beside you.

He returned the greeting by saying your name.

“So let’s just get this out of the way. Did you tell Bradley?” You asked him, feeling a large brick settle in your stomach. 

“You can relax.. I didn’t tell Bradshaw.” He replies

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Relief flooding your body.

“But don’t think that you’re off the hook, you have some explaining to do.” Hangman added.

“What do you want to know sir?” You swallowed nervously.

“First of all, who are you exactly?” 

“I’m no one, I’m just an ATC.” You told him, looking down at your hands.

“Well you’re clearly not ‘no one’ if you’ve caught Rooster’s attention.” He rebutted.

“You’re little avoidance tricks might work on Rooster, but they won’t work on me.”

“And I know all your excuses for not meeting him are complete bs.”

“So why are you hiding from him?”

Now that’s the million dollar question isn’t it? It has been months since you started talking to Bradley, you spoke to him every single day, and fell asleep to the sound of his voice every night. Why were you hiding from him?

“I-.....I don’t know.” You confessed to Hangman. 

“Then whats stopping me from getting up and telling Rooster who you are?” Hangman asked you with a raised eyebrow. 

You stared at him, the words lost in your throat. 

“Nothing then I guess..”  He got up and started his way to the back.

You pulled his arm back similar to how he did to you earlier that day. He looked at you and your hand on his arm. 

“Please don’t…I beg you.” 

He sat back down on his stool giving you a questioning look but gave you the time to get your thoughts together. 

“I never intended for it to go on this long or this far..” You explained. 

“Bradley is so important to me. I knew he was special the first time I ever heard his voice.”

“It was during the uranium plant detachment from a few months ago. I risked my whole damn career to save him.” 

“I released the dagger reserve without Admiral Simpson’s approval.” You continued.

“That was you? You gave me clearance that day?” His eyes finally lost the skepticism and was replaced with admiration. 

“I did, everyone in that control room was completely frozen. I couldn’t just let them die.” 

“But that doesn’t explain this whole situation you have going on with him.” He questioned

“That was the last I expected to ever see of him, but you all decided to stay here in Miramar and I made the mistake of speaking to him a little too long over comms.”

“That’s to be expected honey, Rooster is a big ol flirt.” Hangman chuckled.

“Well not as a big of a flirt as me though.” He winked at you. 

He was trying to ease your worries and you appreciated that from him. Especially since he thought the worst of you less than 10 minutes ago. 

“And of course you and Mav have heard how he got my number over comms and thats currently where we are now.” You finished.

“Okay so thats the backstory, and you clearly care about him and he cares about you.”

“So it still doesn't answer why you haven’t told him who you are.”

“Think about it this way Lieutenant Commander…”

“You, Phoenix, Payback, Coyote, and Rooster. You are some of the most important and most revered people in the Navy short of the Admirals.” 

“You are the first in command, you are the best of the best in the entire world.” 

“What do I? A low level ATC, have to offer Bradley?.”

“I am just me, and he is who he is. I could never be a person whos good enough for him.” 

“But didn’t I just tell you? Bradshaw is in love with you.” Hangman argued. 

You smiled sadly, turning your head to glance at Bradley at the pool tables. His head thrown back in laughter at something Fanboy said. 

“Maybe..he is.” You turned back to Hangman.

“But one look at me and he’ll change his mind.” 

“I don’t understand. Do you think you’re-” Hangman’s response was interrupted by Rooster popping up behind you both. 

“Hangman, I thought you were getting a beer?” 

You suddenly felt lightheaded, the sight of Rooster standing so close to you making your heart beat a million times per minute. 

“Whos your friend?” Rooster asked Hangman while looking at you with a smile. 

You wouldn’t dare open your mouth and speak, risking Bradley recognizing your voice. You stared at Hangman with pleading eyes, hoping he didn’t give you away to Rooster.

Hangman looked at Rooster and back at you, pausing for a moment.

Hangman finally speaks telling Rooster your name. Fuck. You were naïve to think he’d keep your secret.

“We actually just met, she’s getting over a case of laryngitis so her voice is a little hoarse.” Hangman explained. 

You smiled at him, silently thanking him for not revealing your charade. 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You let out in a hoarse voice, turning to look at Bradley.

He reached out and shook your hand and you can feel your stomach doing backflips for finally getting to touch the man that you’ve spent several months falling in love with. 

“Well I’m sorry to hear that ma’am, I hope you feel better.” Bradley offered politely.

“I’ll leave you and Hangman to your conversation.” He excused himself and returned to the pool table, you stared at him longingly as he walked away. 

Hangman looked at you in amusement. 

“You got it bad, don’t you honey?” Hangman asked with a slight chuckle. 

“That obvious?” You asked him

“Couldn’t be any less subtle if you tried.” 

“Which makes it so funny that Bradshaw had no clue its you.” He chortled. 

“Me personally, if I were him, I would know it was you the minute I saw you.” He added with a smirk,

Leave it to Hangman to be an insatiable flirt.

“Thank you for helping me out.” 

As big of an asshole Hangman can be, he really did have a good heart. 

“Your secret is safe with me honey.” 

——————————————————————————————-

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California Dreamin'

summer nights as an up and coming seventies rock band

word count: <1000

warnings: swearing, moustaches

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"Marco, if you don't stop messing with that needle-"

"I'm not!" Marco screeches in defence from behind his new porn stache, lifting his hands up in a surrendered position when Harry saunters over to his new record player and stands in front of it protectively. You giggle quietly at their behaviour, squinting as you watch the boys squabble from the patio doors. Harry had saved money from his first released record to buy this Technics player, so he was feeling precious about it. He'd only really let you fiddle with it, but you always saw him monitoring you over your shoulder.

Melanie stalks down the rich oak stairs in her new bootleg jeans she found in a small charity shop back home, her worn down guitar in hand and a notebook. She wrote the best songs on her oldest guitar. You'd said to Harry a few years ago that you believed everyone's instrument is supernaturally bound to them in some way. You were both pretty high at time.

"God, Melanie. I miss my jeans so much." You whine.

"As if you're not looking unbelievably sexy on that garden chair over there. Marco, here, come and get the gorgeous pregnant woman a drink, would you?" Melanie replies, leaning to kiss you on the cheek and propping her things on the cream sofas. She snatches her scarf from over the lamp in the living room and ties it around her neck.

"Is this gorgeous pregnant woman in the room with us?- Ow! I'm messing, you miserable old sod." Marco sends you a wink but is quickly reprimanded by a swat to the head by your man, who was intensely inspecting his Bowie vinyl for scratches. You quietly giggle, knowing yours and Marco's relationship was playful and unserious, though you really liked Harry's protectiveness.

"Talk bad about my missus again and I'll rip that monstrosity clean off." Harry points to Marco's moustache before patting his cheek heavily, looking over at you with a glint in his eye. You grin, pretending that didn't make you slightly turned on. You were pregnant, it was hard not to be turned on by anything Harry did. Especially when he was wearing his maroon corduroy trousers and just a tank top, cigarette hanging from his lips and a glass of whiskey in the other. Your hand rests over your bump covered by an airy white summer dress, and Harry looks at you from across the room like you hung every star in the sky.

Marco appears by your side with a cloudy lemonade and you smile, grabbing his hand in a thank you and shifting on your garden chair to feel more comfortable. Harry had rented this place for your stay in Malibu whilst you, him and the rest of the band wrote their new album, but sometimes you secretly wished you could live here forever. Large veranda doors that open wide to let the setting sun in, beautiful oak walls and avocado coloured marble on the kitchen floor. You could sit and write every day here.

"What's on your mind, my pretty lady?" Harry's deep voice is smooth like treacle in your ears. You glance over to where he's situating himself on the other outdoor chair, stubbing out his cigarette now that he's next to you. Opal coloured sunglasses cover his eyes, and his hair remains slightly more grown out than usual. He always looked like this when he wasn't doing shows, kind of rugged, rockstar-ish. You loved it.

"I love this house, so much." You breathe. He grasps your hand and kisses it softly, holding it there as he sighs contentedly, glancing over at the skyline and the sun creeping behind. An orange glow sets over the small house and you smile, observing Marco and Melanie trying to light the old barbecue that must have been at least ten years old. Harry's hand creeps up your leg under your white summer dress, slipping it over his knee so he can run his hand up and down - brushing over your ankles every so often.

"How the fuck do you where these when you're pregnant?" He fiddles with the strap of your brown wedged heels.

"Just 'cause I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't still dress nicely. You know, I found a column in the paper back home by this young'un called Sophie Clark. She writes little fashion pieces at college. She's dedicated a section to me every week. 'The stylish lead starlet of The Saffron'. I need to keep up appearances." You muse, fiddling with the large thin hoop earrings that Harry had gifted you just the day before.

He leans down and kisses your shin, before travelling his hand to your bump unconsciously. "I know. I read it sometimes when you're away at your writing sessions back home and I can't see you. Need to know what you're wearing so I can picture taking it off you--"

You give him a knowing look, and he closes his mouth immediately with a mischievous look. His hand moves in gentle circles over your stomach and you revel in the feeling. It quite literally could not get any better than this. A warm, summer evening in California, the smell of incense coming from inside the house. The hum of The Mamas and Papas travelling from the turntable speakers.

"We're gonna write some good shit here, guys." You inhale. Harry hums and reaches for his notepad on the ground next to the chair, flipping it open and writing something down pensively.

"You found a muse already?" You try and peek and he laughs, slamming the leather bound book shut and grabbing your hand to plant a kiss.

"Just feeling inspired. Entranced. In love." He murmurs and closes his eyes, "I've got all of my muse right here in my hand."

.

heyyyyy!!! so i've kind of created a new lil universe after watching daisy jones and falling into a hole of 70s obsessions again. lmk if you'd like more little blurbs from these characters. I introduce you to The Saffron. my own little seventies rock band.

#harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles boyfriend #harry styles husband #husband!harry #seventies #daisy jones and the six #harry styles x you #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x pregnant!reader #harry styles fic rec #harry styles concept #harry styles smut

[crimswnred]

these hc are so cute ! maybe what halloween costume the Li would wear individually and in a couples costume 💓💓💓

HI YES YES YES I LOVE THIS QUESTION

I'm so excited!! ok, ok, without any further ado:

what the season 2 lis would wear for halloween (individually and in a couple)

bobby.

individually: look me in the eye right now and tell me he wouldn't dress up as spider-man. especially now with the spider-verse movies.

couple: he's a silly guy so I'm thinking he could wear literally anything after a little convincing, but ultimately, I'm saying:

beast boy & raven or robin & starfire (teen titans)

scott pilgrim and ramona flowers (scott pilgrim vs the world)

shark boy and lava girl

this has gotten way too long!! pls check out more under the cut 👇

gary.

individually: most likely a star war reference. or something funny. definitely something tight

couple: again, another silly guy who would wear anything you ask him, but here are my picks:

han solo and princess leia (and he absolutely loves it)

bowser and peach, not mario tho because that's too basic

bob and helen parr (the incredibles)

ibrahim.

individually: violet man. ok, let's say violet man isn't a real thing (like, well, it isn't). he's DEFINITELY dressing as another superhero. my guess? either superman or batman.

couple: he's gonna rock the best geek couple costumes ever and he'll show off. together, you guys will either serve cunt or die trying. here are some ideas:

batman and catwoman (the batman)

wanda maximoff and vision (wandavison)

jean gray and scott summers (the x-men)

noah.

individually: he would probably wear something that's more halloween than costume party, if you get what i mean? he prolly loves the holiday 'cause of his siblings and REALLY commits to the bit. fred krueger, jason, chuck, ghost face...

couple: like I said, he commits to the bit and goes all the way but he's sticking to the horror pattern because that's how it should go. some ideas include:

emily and victor (corpse bride)

other mother and other father (coraline)

beetlejuice and lydia (yes, the red wedding dress)

lucas.

individually: something sexy but that he doesn't need to put much effort in, like a vampire or something. i can't see him going all out for halloween, i'm sorry 😭

couple: now, when in a couple, it's a tad different... he's making sure you look good together and when i say good, i mean GOOD. you guys would probably be the hottest couple at any halloween party, here are some ideas:

gomez and morticia addams (let's put that stache to use, shall we?)

mr and mrs smith

tony montana and elvira hancock (scarface)

henrik.

individually: TARZAN. and he loves wearing nothing but a thong the whole night.

couple: I bet on something fun and easy, but also cute! he just wanna have fun with you and party for a bit, so I don't think he would propose something super complex. some ideas:

johnny and mavis (hotel transylvania)

daphne and fred (scooby-doo)

lola and bugs bunny (space jam)

kassam.

individually: I'm thinking classic and boring. doesn't care much when he's on his own. classic halloween stuff.

couple: HEAR ME OUT — iconic moments from pop culture. what do I mean by that? well, I mean:

britney spears and justin timberlake in matching jeans outfits

xtina and eminem (at the ICONIC vmas)

sony and cher (like halsey did!)

carl.

individually: spock! a little on the nose for him but COME ON. he's always dressing up as a star trek character, switching up every year. I can see him wearing something marvel related too.

couple: yeah, some star trek reference for sure but since that's not my breed of nerd (sorry not sorry), I'm saying:

jessie and james (pokemon)

loki and sylvie (loki series)

link and zelda (the legend of zelda)

ahh!! this was so much fun to do!! thanks for asking, anon 💝 I had a blast with your question!!

(!) I don't know enough about the missing LIs to add them to this list. if you'd like to ask for a specific islander that didn't make the list, don't be afraid to drop your request in my inbox.

more headcanons.

#love island the game #litg #litg season 2 #litg s2 #litg headcanons #litg bobby #litg gary #litg noah #litg ibrahim #litg lucas #litg henrik #litg carl #litg kassam #askask #anon #this was sooo fun #thanks for asking!!!

[cillixn]

Modern cult leader attire is actually a perfect way of describing that look😭 and he actually can! I've seen his full blown beard in Swiss Army Man and it took me a second when watching it cuz im like- that's not my bbg, idk who that is but that ain't my pretty boy! But can you imagine Paul rocking a porn stach? Like idk I feel like he would just look like Ted lasso😂😂 (not that that's a bad thing in my book-)

-💌

is the beard in swiss army man real?? bc it looks fake as hell like the one in war and peace, but it could be natural lmaooo omg

also unfortunately he did have a pornstache for a role and it was Not Good™️

#ngl?? i still would tho #my biggest “hear me out” of all his characters #asks #💌 anon #paul dano

[bonefall]

Tangleburr, Deerfoot, and their Parents

EDIT 2: On 1/30/2023 This post was changed to be accurate to the current version of the rewrite.

So here they are! Lizardstripe, her mate Mudclaw (renamed to Mudfoot in my rewrite because I don’t like major characters having name repeats), Tangleburr, and Deerfoot.

Info below

So in general, I give ShadowClan cats big eyes and very long whiskers, plus a lot of facial hair. Mudfoot and Deerfoot both have a classic ‘shadowstache,‘ a bundle of short whiskers around the mouth. I also wanted Lizardstripe to have green eyes because I always see Tangleburr with that color, and she got a bit of an overbite (which Deerfoot inherited) because there’s not enough cool dentition in Warriors.

Lizardstripe

She’s very, very different from canon. Instead of being just a sour, abusive mother, Lizardstripe is one of Bluestar’s oldest friends and used to sneak out to hang out with her friend group, the Forget-Me-Nots.

Lizardstripe was the first Forget-Me-Not to die, taken out in a battle over the Mothermouth moorland, before Brokenstar took power.

She was a young mother, not ready for the experience nor particularly happy about it, but she did still love her children. When she was bored, she would go on ‘exercises‘ and bring her kittens along, resulting in them being in Yellowfang’s den a lot for scrapes and dings.

She agreed to nurse Raggedstar’s motherless son for him when he still needed milk, but didn’t raise the little guy.

Mudclaw Mudfoot

Wasn’t the best mate, but a decent father. He was particularly close to Deerfoot, passing on many of his skills.

He was one of the best builders the camp had ever seen. They used to joke that he could out-dig a badger and still come back with a rabbit. He died of greencough and general weakness during the last winter of Raggedstar’s reign, shortly after which all three of his kits started to drift apart.

Deerfoot

Inspired by a red stag, I wanted him to look noble, but not in a ThunderClan way. His brow whiskers are thick and brush back like antlers, with a big bushy ‘stache (he’s proud of it. Tangle makes fun of it) and dark paws like hooves.

While he supported Brokenstar at first, it quickly becomes clear that him and Runningnose are bending the code to fit their needs. But, he got the same smarts that his brother Runny did, and learned quickly to shut up and get sneaky. Sure, he’s loyal, sure, he follows orders... to the letter. And the rules didn’t say anything about sneaking a few mice to the exiles. Mice full of herbs. Birds full of messages. Frogs full of rebellion.

He’s principled and honorable. He can have a fair amount of the good old ShadowClan dark humor in his fangs, but he gets tired of nonsense very quickly. He honestly regrets a lot of the things he said as a kit, and gets frustrated that Tangleburr never seemed to grow out of being a bully. After one too many comments that went to far, he stopped talking to her entirely.

They had just begun to reconcile when TigerClan took power, and Tangleburr became a fast loyalist. Deerfoot organized the rebels, just as he’d done before, resisting tyranny at every step. After helping the half-Clan cats escape, he was the only one captured and put on trial. He refused to name his co-conspirators and was brutally executed.

Jaggedtooth, Mosspelt, Dawnflower, and Reedwhisker, just some of the cats who owe their lives to him.

Tangleburr

DUMB! AS!! ROCKS!!!

I needed her to look like the funny little guy she is. She’s a little fluffy. A little chunky. She’s got this little tail and these big teeth and she’s always grinning. Her whiskers twist over each other, tangling at times. Sooo many appearances of her make her brown and white so I decided she needed ALL of the colors. Heterochromia also.

“Think before you speak“ but Tangleburr has never had a thought in her life. She’s all emotion. Swat first and ask questions later. She never has a good idea of boundaries or what the appropriate thing to say is.

In contrast to Deerfoot, Tangleburr was a loud and proud supporter of Brokenstar’s leadership up to the bitter end. She was ready to take over the entire forest, with no regard for how much space ShadowClan could actually use, or the suffering of other clans. After all, they’d never have peace as long as there were borders to battle over. She happily ate up every excuse and loophole Runningnose came up with-- she felt lucky to have such a smart brother and powerful leader!

As you’d expect, this caused a lot of tension between her and Deerfoot. When he cut her off, she blamed him at first for being stuck up all the time. Later, when they reconcile, she comes to realize that she was destroying the clan she loved, and that she’d lost so many clanmates while she’d been gone. When Deerfoot died, Tangleburr was distraught and could only think to keep him alive with her actions

She started asking herself what Deerfoot would have done, letting her paws be guided by his actions. This lead to a strong connection with StarClan (for a warrior, at least) and she became a good friend of Tawnypaw’s. She’s “No good at saying good, wise stuff, but I got two ears and one mouth! If you want a listener, I mean. Yeah.”

I’ve kind of fallen in love with her. Her son is Talonclaw; being saved from the vicious kittypets to help fix the family tree.

#Tangleburr #Deerfoot #Lizardstripe #Mudclaw (SC) #Bonefall Rewrite #Bonefall TPB #Mudfoot

[mywifeleftme]

317: Pavement // Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain

Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain Pavement 1994, Matador

It’s funny reading reviews from when Pavement first broke out, critics doing their critic thing of referencing aspects of other bands as they tried to get their arms around a genuinely new synthesis of the previous decade’s currents in college/alternative rock. Today the Pavement sound is ubiquitous, a stamp contemporary critics use to shorthand other bands down to size. But those resonances the early critics detected are there, and when I open my ears for them on Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain it can be a way to make a super-familiar album feel new again. The Replacements are probably the clearest analogue in terms of a jokey band of shambling weirdos surrounding a songwriter of genuine brilliance, and I don’t know if you get a “Leaven Now” without the shivering nerves of a “Sixteen Blue,” or a seemingly thrown away gem like “Just Hit Me Lucy” without a “Waitress in the Sky.” Where the Replacements were good musicians who found a kind of proto-slack spontaneity because they often happened to be too drunk to play, Malkmus discovered that was an aesthetic you could live inside if you just surrounded yourself by guys with very limited gifts. You could probably have convinced listeners in the early ‘90s that Pavement hailed from Tucson: the Meat Puppets’ mewling weenie psych seems like a clear antecedent to Malkmus’ wandering, gently ramshackle writing style (“Sleeve of Derision”; “Grown Out Stache”), and I don’t think Green on Red are a bad comparison for something like “Caulk Supplier.” Across the pond, Mark E. Smith famously groused about Pavement’s unpaid debts to the Fall (see “P. 55 Y”; “Leader’s Car / I Can’t Do This”), but I also hear some of Fear & Whiskey-era Mekons on the rowdy “Catholic Gumbo.” And of course, there’s Malkmus’s beloved R.E.M., whose homespun negative capability set the ground for both the heartfelt intuition of “Walmart Moonbeam w/ Fuzz Bridge” and the wilfully inscrutable “Arab V Blunted”—though the influence is more in concept than directly in the sonics, the permission to not always be understood.

Anyway, that’s an impenetrable block of critic-speak for an album that’s best experienced hanging out or driving around. I’m just gonna spin “Your Veneers Suck” and “Web in Front” a few more times and leave it that.

317/365

#pavement #crooked rain crooked rain #stephen malkmus #'90s music #matador #slacker rock #alternative rock #indie rock #spiral stairs #music review #vinyl record #this is so stupid #web in front

[watching-pictures-move]

Put On Your Raincoats | Wild Things (De Renzy, 1985)

Like I did with my review of Ball Busters, I present to you some stray observations in scattershot form, not unlike the vignette structure of the film being commented on:

I didn't watch this to make a "We have Wild Things at home!" joke, because I haven't seen Wild Things (1998) and this was released first. I'm innocent of all charges, your honor.

This is bookended by a pair of roughie-style scenes. I think the first one is better, in that the female aggressors make it stand out against the usual genre dynamics and the latter has John Leslie doing some weird bear growl noises I found a bit distracting. Both also have neat twists at the end that go a long way in alleviating the sleaze factor that normally comes with these things.

Between the organ music on the soundtrack, the pointed shot of the cross dangling Kimberly Carson's breasts, her desire to make love as a means of procreation and her devout nature ("I'm talking to God here"), the segment where Herschel Savage tries to impregnate Carson plays like a middle finger to the moral majority types, although one could argue it's a bit more subtle than the usual evangelical characters in more overt porno satires (Spitfire, Friday the 13th: A Nude Beginning). This is also the only time I can recall off the top of my head seeing Savage with a beard, and combined with the leather jacket he's introduced in, it's a pretty good look. (Much better than the Gene Shalit 'stache he had in Skin Flicks.)

As someone who's made that same awful sitcom double date joke in too many reviews, I have a tremendous amount of respect for Elle Rio for following through on it. You see, the problem is that "there is so many men and how you say, so little time", and maybe she "should get a little book or something", so she "accidentally date two guys at the same time!" (For the record, I love her accent and her mellifluous voice. I'm not making fun, I promise.) And rather than suffer any embarrassment, she takes charge and resolves things in the most elegant manner possible given the circumstances. (Hint: it rhymes with "free gum.") Apparently this was added after the fact (the breaking of the fourth wall feels more in line with Ball Busters) but is arguably a highlight, making this not unlike a Heaven's Gate situation where a later release is supposed to be the superior version. Or maybe like the Snyder Cut. Definitely not like Apocalypse Now: Redux, where the additional footage kills the pacing. Bonus points for Tom Byron's terrible mustache and his insistence on kicking rocks at Jon Martin's car. "A lot of men, they don't have the kind of sense of humour like we girls do."

Maybe I'm still high off a rewatch of Body Double, but there's one shot where the husband is masturbating in the foreground and the wife is masturbating in the background that looks a little bit like a composition from Mr. BDP himself. Now if you just switched out the rack focus for a split diopter, we'd be in business. (This scene also starts with the wife looking at magazine layout with *shudders* Ron Jeremy, and thankfully that's where he stays.) And before you think I'm giving the movie too much credit visually, there's some pretty nice use of lens flare and shadows throughout. This is not without a decent amount of style.

Lots of great music throughout, probably a little heavier on the rock side of things (psych rock jams, garage rock, funk rock, maybe a little doo wop), but my favourite bit of scoring has to be the fluttering synths in the first scene.

While I missed the knockoff Troy McClure shtick John Leslie was doing while hosting Ball Busters, Jill Ferrar is not without her charms and has some fun interplay with the crew. Also, unlike Leslie she doesn't try to push a heretofore unheard of definition of the title, so definitely wins some points there.

Now, as for whether this is any good: if you like the performers, I can report they are in fine form, and if you are not yet sold on any of them, a strong case is made for all. (MVP: Elle Rio, for the record.) There's enough variation in the premises of each segment, the energy level is consistently high, and the film is not without a good amount of humour (and doesn't feel mean spirited the way I've found De Renzy sometimes can be). I'm assuming Howard Hawks never saw this (because it was released after his passing, unless he came back a decade later like Bruce Lee was prophesied to in Ng See-Yuen's Bruce Lee: The Man, The Myth), but it meets his criteria for a good movie and then some.

#film #put on your raincoats #movie review #wild things #alex de renzy

[imrandymeeks]

Knowing that Stephanie Meyer originally wanted Henry Cavill as her Twilight lead is everything. Imagining him in a high school setting is hilarious and amazing. Plus if he somehow had that stache he could rub them with Bella’s dad.

Wait by lead do you mean Bella or

You know, I can kinda see it if you know Henry Cavill from, like, The Count of Monte Cristo. He's not quite a brick shithouse we know and love today, and already more on a twunky side of things, but he's not entirely wrong for a vampire maybe? Dark circles under his eyes and period clothes would do that. He's kinda giving a healthier, better fed Timothée Chalamet. I get it.

However, by the time for Twilight he was on The Tudors, and I just don't know what Ms. Meyer was thinking. I mean, sure, we're used to 30 year old teenagers in our movies and shows, but jeez. He's a bit much at that point, and things will only get bulkier.

He maaaaybe could pass for a high school football team captain, but I don't think that's the case with Edward. He's more of a baseball guy anyway. Also, please imagine introducing this hunk as your resident teen vampire. Who you should cast as a werewolf opposite that so Jacob does not look like a puppy? Dwayne The Rock Johnson? This imaginary movie is getting out of hand already.

But as far as what ifs go, yeah, Henry Cavill as Edward opposite Vin Diesel as Jacob is not quite David Bowie as Elrond, but it's something I would have loved to see.

For all the wrong reasons.

#randy answers #twilight #henry cavill #movies

[iridescentmidnights]

Do they know what a child is? 4/4 Omniverse

The criteria I’m using has three major factors 1) would this race understand what a child is 2) do they raise children or are they born self reliant not needing parents and 3) would they understand developmental cycles of childhood like understanding that Ben is child at 10 and 15 and understand a kid and teen are different that still means a child not an adult. Sometimes I have canon support, sometimes it’s just vibes, sometimes canon contradicts itself so I pick and choose. I have been made unhinged you cannot stop me <3

Going in order:

Kickin Hawk apparently doesn’t have an official alien race. That’s…..fun. Oh well! I believe that they understand what a child is and also experiences their own long term developmental cycle. I believe they are largely dependent on their parents for protection and raise their young and mid-large family groups with a complex social structure.

Incursean (Bullfrag) we know they have a complex social structure and raise their young. They are frog inspired but unlike Galvans I believe they are live birthed and are never actually tadpoles, but they might CALL their children tadpoles. But I believe they have a short-mid length childhood and born slightly self reliant. I believe they raise their young like a boot camp and they’re raised isolated from other alien races until old enough to join the Incursean armada.

Conductoids (Feedback) I believe are born to one or both parents who raise and protect their young an part ways after a short childhood. But do not change outside of aging and growing. They are a common spacefaring race and I believe they love wandering around and experiencing life. I believe they are one of the few races that Anodites get along with. I believe they are very good at adapting to new cultures and are often sought out for a wide variety of jobs. I believe their home world is either a near constant lightning storm or born from the fall out of another race experimenting with electrical grids and are “lighting brought to life”.

Atrocians (The Worst) they are the Panda/Sunfish/Tardigrade of the alien social sphere. Indestructible, not worth eating, and extremely bad at procreating. They’re smart enough to understand the idea of a child but are completely disinterested in them. If one manages to make a child it would leave it behind and technically born self reliant. If you can call them that.

Mole-Stache apparently have no species name or official home world :\ I feel they live in rocky terrain and dig tunnels to protect their young. Born defenseless they are reliant on their parents and their small communities with complex social structure.They do go through a short development cycle and not usually able to understand other races and their cycles if it doesn’t resemble theirs. Usually a private race that rarely becomes spacefaring.

Galileans (Gravattack /Gutrot) I believe are both Galileans or at least from the same home world as Gutrot has no species or home world. I believe they are self reliant and intelligent enough to understand what a child is in theory. I am not convinced they are born but if Taydenite is the “rarest living gem” then there is absolutely more so apply that concept here. They’re grown from a living gem or rock that is complex enough to create sustain sentient life

Astrodactyl I believe is born self reliant. I put them here because they vibe as THINKING they understand what a child is and would be smug about it while not at all understanding what a child is. I think they ironically have long and complex development cycles but cannot fully understand other aliens outside their own experiences. I believe they are commonly spacefaring and good at adapting to other worlds but not other alien cultures.

Toepick has no official alien race but I think they are Tulpa’s that are attempting to integrate in the intergalactic social sphere after being lonely for so long. I do not believe in this case that they have any single one home world and believe they are magically conceived from the raw psychic power of fear wherever sentient life exists. I believe they created their suits from scrap to attempt to protect anyone from looking at them and experience their worst fear. They are born self reliant and not sociable enough to understand what a child is. 

Nemuina (Pesky Dust) I believe are born magically where ever the edges of  places like Anodine or Ledgerdomain touch space that doesn’t naturally produce mana. I believe these “edge worlds” create “sleeping domains” that are viewed as odd or trippy to outsiders and dangerous if you’re not born there due to outsiders falling asleep and never waking up. I believe Nemuina sprout from pods or flowers that they wear forever as their dress. I believe they are genderless and don’t have instinct to procreate but could in theory but never have. Rarely spacefaring and usually only do so if curious. 

Orthopterran (Crashhopper) born completely self reliant. Some mothers might watch over the hidden eggs but immediately leaves once they start hatching viewing them a safe enough. Commonly spacefaring.

Segmentasapiens (Bloxx) I love this stupid stupid guy but this???? IDC what anyone says it’s an artificially created life. It wasn’t meant to be living and breathing and it isn’t but as a limited species it absolutely is alive. It was intended to protect and serve in crisis like natural disasters or invasions and gained sentience as they became more complicated.

Ball Weevil is born self reliant and could never understand what a child is. Head empty ball is life. Not a spacefaring race outside of being taken as a pet or trophy as most aliens don’t view them as sentient. 

Icthyperambuloid (Walkatrout) lays eggs in water watches them for a bit or hides them then leaves. Born self reliant. Not a spacefaring race.

Vladat (Whampire) look I’m not a fan of any of the Halloween aliens outside of Lobans, but you can’t look me in the eyes and convince me they would care about their kids or any other kind of child. They absolutely understand what children are and do not care an ounce for them.

Atomix I feel is an extraordinarily rare Galilean and I believe they are also extraordinarily emotionally detached. I feel they understand what a child is and does not care for them either way.

#ben 10 #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 omniverse #ben 10 original series #ben 10 theories #ben 10 headcanon

[vampirekiller1997]

The femmes who rock there 80s gay stache with beat AF face I inspire to be you but I can not grow facial hair . Seeing a femme with facial hair who make up slays makes me have the will to live like I inspired to be you!!! Give me your stache

#shean.txt.

[highandlowculture]

Rock All Over You Podcast YouTube Exclusive: Syncin’ Stanley takes a break from talking to Doc McGhee and Eddie Trunk to join us for an in-depth discussion about the KISS ’78 solo albums and weigh in on which record is the best: the Paul Stanley or Ace Frehley album? I’m Team Ace and Eric is Team Paul, so Syncin’ Stanley is the tiebreaker! And who recorded the worst solo album: Gene Simmons or Peter Criss? And is one of those albums an underrated gem that deserved a better fate than bargain bin purgatory? Were the ’78 solo albums the peak of KISS or the beginning of their decline? Did Paul and Gene intentionally drive out Ace? Would Bob Kulick have been Ace’s replacement if he wore a wig and shaved off his stache? Who are the Sync Army targeting next? All these questions and more are answered in an episode for the Ages! The KISS Solo Album Battle… there can only be one victor!

#kiss #78 Solo Albums #paul stanley #ace frehley #gene simmons #peter criss #Syncin Stanley #album battle #Rock All Over You Podcast