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ozzgin · 3 months

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Santa baby are you really there?!

*hears a voice in my backyard*

FUCK SKIN WALKER

- you make Yan skinwalker i’ll do anything to get a skin walker to love me … yes I am 100% mentally stable

I'm not sure if you had something horror-esque in mind, because my immediate idea was Reader accidentally getting cursed and continuing her life completely unaware with a ""dog"" everyone is freaked out by, but she finds it cute. So more like dark comedy vibes. You be the judge. :D

Disclaimer: I have changed the name to Shapeshifter as to not delve into potentially offensive takes on native folklore. Thank you for informing my European ass.

Yandere!Monster x Reader [Shapeshifter]

On your last hiking trip, you've stumbled upon a helpless, lost dog. Or rather, it stalked you down to your cabin and spent the night in front of your window. You didn't have the heart to abandon the poor soul and so you brought it home with you. Strange things have been happening ever since and no one knows how to tell you that the monstrous coyote-like creature might be to blame. You're oblivious to everything.

Content: female reader, dark comedy, monster romance, reader is cursed and proud

It wasn't your intention to return home with a new pet. Some might say it was written in the stars, this fateful encounter of yours. You had finished packing your supplies for a day-long hike, vehemently refusing to join your group of friends that would be guided around by a native. They’d warned you many areas of the mountainous forest were supposedly cursed or haunted, so you just scribbled the limits on your makeshift map and promised to stay on the main trails. After all, this was your chance to commune with nature. As the sun begun to set, you wondered if going by yourself was indeed a smart idea, given your lack of spatial awareness and difficulty to navigate maps. You flipped the piece of paper several times, deep in contemplation. Could it be that you’ve reached the forbidden lands? You quickly surveyed the area: based on the stuffed rag dolls hanging from old branches, and the animal skulls arranged in patterns among patches of burnt grass, it was very much a possibility. Perhaps the improvised slab that said “Stay away” in dripping crimson letters should’ve been enough of a warning, but you assumed they’d just been creative with trail markers.

You didn’t have the time to panic. Just as you were furrowing your eyebrows in a final attempt to decipher the map (at the time upside-down), your ears picked up a faint shuffle of leaves. Further away stood a dog, its glossy eyes fixated on your form. A lost puppy? It seemed to be on the larger side, but then again some breeds grow rather fast. You lowered yourself and patted your knees, whispering diminutives in an effort to call the animal over. It remained in place, staring quietly. Alright, then. You focused on finding your way back instead. Every now and then you'd turn back and see the dog, motionlessly eyeing you at a constant distance. Oh, dear. Was it lost? Frightening affair.

Back at the cabin you told the others about your discovery, with a hint of worry in your voice. You hoped the little pup had found proper shelter. You'd expected a similar reaction coming from your friends, but one of them suggested: "What if it was some shapeshifting monster? There's many legends and stories from the area." Everyone laughed and you joined hesitantly, mildly annoyed by the lack of empathy. That night you barely slept, twisting and turning under the heavy feeling of being watched. You woke up tired and nervous, dragging your feet towards the window for some fresh air. That's when you saw the same forest creature, fully awake and tall in its glory, positioned before your room. This was no coincidence. You had been plagued by the guilt of abandoning a vulnerable quadruped and you weren't about to continue as a passive observer. You strode out without a word and lifted the large dog with a huff, carrying it back in to figure out the transport logistics.

Thus started the unexpected companionship. To you, it's a lovely tale of two lost souls finding one another. Most people seem to disagree. Can you blame them? The rescued puppy you often speak of is, in the eyes of everyone else, a monstrous beast by all definitions. It resembles a coyote more than a dog, but even this description is too gentle. The fur is always raised threateningly and the protruding clusters of fangs remind one of the anatomical anomalies displayed in museums. The eyes, oh, the worst of all perhaps, bottomless depths that pull you in until you run out of air. The creature stares with the all-knowing gaze of a human. "Don't be rude", you snap at whoever dares to point these details out. "It must be a mixed breed or something."

Their persistence is truly ridiculous. You've even had guests run out in panic, claiming the dog stood on its back legs and whispered in a language unknown. Or that its shadow would morph into a grotesque man with claws and crooked antlers. Or that they've found it hunched over your sleeping form, its spine twisted outwards with jagged peaks breaking through the wild fur. Rubbish, all of it.

Strange things have been happening, no doubt, but your adopted fur-child has no blame to carry. You've been trying to distract yourself, going on dates and occasionally bringing potential suitors over. They all vanish overnight, nonchalantly leaving an empty, ruffled bed for you to wake up to. "Am I just unlucky?" You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse fur of your dog. It lowers itself under your touch, visibly enjoying the affection. For a split second, it glances out the window. By the time you come out of your depressed slump, the birds should've finished feeding on the remains. He made sure to tear and grind everything fine enough to not leave any marks behind.

That's how curses work, after all. He didn't expect, however, that you'd be utterly unaware of it. He has to give you the credit, not many people become stalked by an ancient curse and continue their life in blissful ignorance. Even more, for them to just casually pick up the haunting entity and bring it inside their home willingly...You're, uh, certainly a special one. Hence the change of plans. He was supposed to torment you into an early grave, but he's grown rather attached to your bizarre antics. And you do provide some damn good chin scratches. He's therefore satisfied with causing anguish and destruction to anything and anyone in your immediate vicinity instead. Since you've been complaining about the resulting isolation...

You wake up with a gasp, wiping your drenched forehead and checking the sheets. The dog is curled next to you, although its head is now tilted in your direction. "O-oh. It might be the loneliness talking...but I had the strangest dream." How troubling and embarrassing. Your beloved pet had turned into a deformed, monstrous man instead, pinning you down and hungrily grazing your skin with his sharp teeth. Your fearful protests eventually turned into shameless moans, your frail body at the mercy of the mysterious beast. It unfolded so vividly that your core feels sore. You stretch a sheepish hand towards your pet and abruptly stop halfway, noticing the marks diffused into your wrist, like violet smudges of watercolor. What the hell did you do last night?

The dog buries its head under the sheets and nuzzles its snout into your soft flesh. Heh. How many more disappearing guests will be needed for you to figure out your situation? He does find your obliviousness terribly amusing, as well as your willingness to clutch onto him despite his unsightly appearance. He was feeling particularly cheeky and thought of giving you a little scare, only to be once again taken aback by your neediness. He has to wonder who exactly is trapped in this situation, because your reactions to everything he does are frighteningly tempting. Maybe tonight he'll finally let you know, just as you're about to come undone beneath his heaving body. Something like, hmmm. "By the way, love, this isn't a dream." He could even add a little "woof" to tease you more.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #horror #monster x reader #monster romance #yandere oc #monster smut #monster boyfriend #terato #teratophillia #monster fucker

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captainsophiestark · 7 months

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Dogfight Football

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Top Gun

Day 3 Prompt: "Okay, show me."

Summary: Hangman gets hurt during Dogfight Football. Lucky for him, he's dating a navy doctor.

Word Count: 1,715

Category: Fluff, humor, little bit of angst

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I scowled as I scribbled in my notebook, trying to prepare for an upcoming test by making flash cards. All my friends and my boyfriend were outside on the beach playing something called 'Dogfight Football', but I was holed up here, at a table in the back of the Hard Deck, trying to memorize medical terms and procedures.

Stupid fighter pilots.

Being on temporary assignment at Top Gun at the same time as my boyfriend, Jake Seresin, was supposed to mean we got to spend more time together. And I guess we'd gotten to spend a little more time together, but I'd built it up in my mind as something much more romantic and exciting than navy training. I really should've known better, but I'd been on a ship in the middle of the ocean treating various illnesses for everyone on board for months. The romantic fantasy had been one of the only things getting me through.

At least I had tonight to look forward to. Jake and I were going to a fancy restaurant off base for dinner, then out somewhere to dance the night away. Neither of us had to report for duty until the afternoon tomorrow, so we could ditch some of our usual healthy habits.

I'd finally managed to finish my flash cards and block out most of the noise from outside when someone came bursting through the back door of the Hard Deck. I looked up to find the cause of the disturbance and found Coyote, one of Jake's best friends, staring at me.

"What happened?" I asked, shooting out of my seat immediately. Coyote looked stressed, which never happened unless something was actually wrong.

"Hangman got hurt," he said. I rushed to the bar and grabbed my med kit without hesitating, even as Coyote continued. "He was trying to pull a stunt on a touchdown in the game, and there was some pit or something hidden by the sand. I'm not totally sure what happened, but he went down hard. I think it's something with his leg."

I shook my head, cursing every last reckless aviator on that beach as I followed Coyote out the door.

"He wouldn't be the first one to fall into a literal sand trap and hurt himself. Let's just be glad he didn't break his neck showing off."

Once we got outside, I could see Jake clearly, laying in the sand not too far from the surf. The rest of the Top Gun fliers were gathered around him, and the fact that he hadn't forced himself to his feet to play it cool around them told me he was really, really hurt.

I started running as soon as Jake was in sight, cutting through the aviators and dropping to my knees as soon as I was in range of Jake. He looked up when he saw me and tried to smile, but it ended up being more of a grimace than anything else.

"Hey, Baywatch. Come to check on me?"

I snorted. "What did you do?"

"I was trying to do a flip."

"Oh my God."

"I've done one before! But when I landed, the sand just gave way, and my leg..."

He trailed off, wincing, one hand holding his leg and the other clenched in a tight fist in the sand. Nothing looked broken from here, but with his hand in the way, I couldn't be sure.

"It hurts," he said, voice a strangled whisper so that only I could hear. Jake looked at me, face tight with pain, and my heart squeezed seeing him like that. "It hurts a lot."

"Okay, show me," I said, falling into the cool calm that overtook me in emergency situations. "I need you to move your hand and show me where it hurts, alright?"

Jake nodded, then gingerly removed his hand to rest it with the other one in the sand. Coyote and Maverick had moved the others a little further away after I'd arrived, so we had some privacy. Jake groaned and barely stifled a scream as I reached out to gently touch his ankle, shin, and knee to asses. To his credit, his leg didn't move an inch.

After a few more painful minutes of assessment, I sat back on my heels and looked at my boyfriend. He looked back, body slightly less tensed but his teeth still clenched.

"So? What's the verdict, doc?"

"The verdict is you're insanely lucky," I said, turning to dig in my medical bag. I pulled out what I'd need to splint Jake's ankle, then got to work as I continued. "It's not uncommon for people to break their legs, bad, from falling into pits hidden by the sand. You, fortunately, didn't fall hard enough or twist enough or find a deep enough pit to quite break your leg. Instead, you've got a bad sprain. It's definitely not good, but based on what I'm seeing now, I think you'll have an easier time with this level of sprain than if you'd broken something."

Jake nodded, then winced again as I tightened the brace on his ankle. It wasn't good enough to last for long, but it would keep his ankle immobilized while I found a way to get him to my office where I had supplies to actually treat him more long-term.

"You're gonna be okay," I said, leaning over once I'd finished working and kissing Jake on the forehead. "I'm sorry you got hurt. Stop doing dangerous things to showboat with your friends."

Jake huffed a laugh and gave me the same overconfident, cocky smile that I'd seen a thousand times and slowly fallen in love with, albeit slightly more strained than normal.

"I can't make any promises about the last one. Thank you for taking care of me."

"Always. And you're going to hate what comes next, so... I guess just remember that it's part of what happens when you insist on doing beach-flips in a game."

"What do you-"

"Rooster!" I turned to call to the tall aviator, who'd wandered a little ways away with everyone else. He turned and started walking back as soon as he heard me.

"What's up?"

"I need your help getting Jake to my truck," I replied. Rooster grinned, and I heard Jake groan from behind me. This time, I didn't think it was from the pain.

"Sure thing. Happy to help."

"Can't you get anyone else," whined Jake as Rooster made it to us. I put my hands on my hips and stared him down.

"Rooster's the person on this beach who'll have the easiest time lifting you and carrying you out to the car. I love Coyote and everyone else, and I'm sure they'd figure it out if they needed to, but Roos is gonna be able to just do it."

Jake grumbled, and I caught Rooster with a shit-eating grin as he leaned down and picked Jake up. I just sighed and shook my head at both of them as we headed back up the beach.

"This is ridiculous," said Jake, renewing his protest as we neared the rest of the Top Gun class. "Just put an arm around me and help me up, I don't need to be carried-"

I whirled around, hands on my hips and a scowl on my face. I'd heard Jake twisting around like he was trying to get Rooster to put him down, and if he wasn't careful, he'd get dropped and hurt even worse than before. Both men froze on the spot as soon as I glared at them.

"Jake, grow up," I said, no more room for argument in my voice. "You can't walk. If you move your ankle around or put too much weight on it, you could make it much, much worse. Which is obviously bad for a lot of reasons, but would ground you from flying for who knows how long."

Jake huffed and crossed his arms, but he didn't have any comeback to that. I stared him down for another few moments, until Rooster shifted and cleared his throat.

"Hey, he's not as light as he looks, so-"

"Shut up, Chicken."

I just sighed and continued leading the both of them up the beach. I shot a few glares at Jake's peers as we went, reminding them with just a look that if they started messing with Jake, I had more than enough dirt on all of them to bury them in return. Phoenix was the only one to smile back at me in response.

By some miracle, we made it up the beach and through the Hard Deck without Rooster dropping Jake or Jake punching Rooster. Roos helped me get Jake into the passenger seat of my car, then I chased him off with a quick 'thank you' before he could give Jake any more shit. Once he was gone, I paused a second to sigh and catch my breath, then climbed into the driver's seat.

"So... what now?" asked Jake.

"Now, we go back to base so I can treat you properly and get you a real ankle brace. Maybe some X-Rays, we'll have to see. Painkillers, though, for sure."

Jake nodded, uncharacteristically quiet as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Then, after a second, he spoke, more quiet and serious than usual.

"Thank you for taking such good care of me. Seriously. And I'm sorry I messed up our date night, after we'd both been waiting for it for so long."

I sighed, then turned to Jake with a lopsided smile.

"I've always got your back, Jake. I'm your wingman in life, remember? And don't worry about date night. If you're feeling up to it, we can still go to dinner. If you're not, we've still got the evening to ourselves. I'm sure we can find something fun to do, just the two of us."

Jake chuckled. "I like the sound of that."

"Hm. Just hang in there, flyboy. We're almost back to base, and then we can get you feeling better."

"I almost hate to ask, but... what's your plan for getting me out of the car and into the doctor's office?"

I hesitated, chewing my lip before turning to Jake. He winced at just the expression on my face, because he knew me well enough to know he would need to.

"...How would you feel if I recruited a certain Vice Admiral to carry you?"

"Fuck."

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echo-coyote · 1 month

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They’re talking shit about you

#I jus wanted to draw something cute #shakes them like McDonald’s toys #they get to be silly sometimes as a treat #ahsoka tano #bo katan kryze #bosoka #ahsokatan #star wars #sw clone wars #sw tcw #the mandalorian #ahsoka #star wars fanart #coyote scribbles #sad girl saga au

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hugothecoyote · 1 year

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I wanted to draw him...I made him a Shina Inu dog.

Had to add a Mob, too...as a cat. Plus Silver.

#sonic the hedgehog #idw sonic #reigen arataka #mob psycho 100 #fanart #sonic fanart #crossover #coyote scribbles #my mans made a cameo #look at him #shigeo kageyama #silver the hedgehog #mob

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warnersister · 18 days

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First Date - Blink 182

Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x Reader

Inspired by the song ‘First Date’ by Blink 182

Find the request here (@fxngsfxgxrty)

Javy sat in the car, driving to your house to collect you for your very first date. You’d first caught his eye when he was at the beach with the rest of the Dagger Squad; while they were enjoying their day, you were working as a lifeguard. You’d agreed to move over for a little while with your aunt, Penny; having just finished law school and wanting a fresh start away from Missouri, she offered to take you in for the summer.

And then when he’d noticed you’d picked up a shift or two at the Hard Deck, he was convinced it was fate telling him to just ask you out; he could imagine his guardian angels face planting as they watched him helplessly pine over you from across the bar. Needless to say, Jake was sick of it. You were hot and if he hadn’t been Coyote’s best friend, he’d probably have wined and dined you himself by now.

Jake shook his head, taking the two now-empty bottles of beer back to the bar and requesting another round. You handed him the drinks and he passed you a slip of paper. “What’s this?” You ask with a small, questioning smile and he shrugs, almost unnoticeably nodding his head to his companion watching the ordeal. “His number” he says, leaning closer to you, then taking a napkin and scribbling something else. “And if things don’t work out with you and Coyote, gimme a call sugar” he winks and you roll your eyes “his names Coyote?” You ask and he smirks. “Called Javy, it’s his callsign” he tells you and you try to hide your smile, tucking the small letter in your pocket.

Later that evening, when Javy was getting ready for bed he heard his phone buzzing from the countertop as he brushed his teeth. “Hello?” He answers and there’s silence for a moment “Hi.. is this Javy, or Coyote? That’s what your friend told me to call you” the voice said in response and Javy froze, that was your voice. Quickly realising he hadn’t responded, he was fast to reply “hi! Yes, yes this is he” he says then cringes wondering why he said it like that. “Oh thank god” he hears mumbled and you quickly give him your name “im-” “Penny’s niece?” He asks and you nod, forgetting he couldn’t see you “yeah, that’s me” you say and before you could say anything else he quickly blurts “would you like to go out for dinner? Tomorrow maybe?” You were silent for a little while and he heard a small, almost relieved sigh come from the other end of the line “I’d love too” you answer and he smiles “great! Pick you up at six?” He asks “it’s a date” you confirm “I’ll text you my address” you tell him, before you both hang up and you shoot him your address.

Now here he was, speaking to Jake through the car phone “I’m in the car, I just can’t wait” he begins “to pick her up for our very first date” Javy tells him and Jake laughs “finally. Where’re you taking her?” He asks “that restaurant on the front, one with the beach deck” Javy confirms and Jake hums. Javy pads his fingers against the steering wheel, mulling over things in his mind “is it cool if I hold her hand?” He asks “what are you, twelve?” Jake asks and Javy rolls his eyes.

“Is it wrong if I think it’s lame to dance?” You ask Penny as he finishes the final touches on your hair and she shakes her head “just go with the flow” she answers, smiling at you. “Will he like my stupid hair?” You ask, as you’d asked your aunt to do a lovely up-do which you now realise makes you look slightly silly. “Of course he will. The boy made heart eyes at you when that guy puked on you” Penny said, jokingly and grimace; remembering the evening when a sailor got a bit too ‘sea-sick’ and couldn’t get to the bin.

“Will she guess that I didn’t know what to wear?” Javy asks and Jake hums “probably not, she’ll be as nervous as you.” Jake replies and Javy relaxes “yeah, probably” “but if you do look stupid I’ll make sure she sends me pics” typical Jake. “Yeah, thanks man.” Javy grunts, jokingly but it did ease his tensed shoulders slightly.

“I’m just scared of what she thinks”

“I’m just scared of what he thinks” you tell Penny and she smiles at you, hugging you close. “He looks at you like you hung the scars, baby” she comforts, giving you a big hug “yeah and if he hurts you I’ll kill him” maverick says, walking in the room and you jokingly laugh “thanks, Pete” you say and he nods “anytime, kiddo.” “Where’s he taking you?” Penny asks “that restaurant on the pier. Supposed to be nice but he makes me nervous so I really can’t eat.” And there’s a knock at the door, maverick opens it. Javy’s eyes widen but he nods at his instructor. “Mav” “Coyote” he replies and points at the boy “home by eleven, no later” he tells him with a stern look as Javy gulps “shut up Mav” you say, laughing and pushing your uncle, coming into Javy’s view.

“Wow.” He says, looking you over and you smile nervously “you look incredible” he says and you giggle “not too bad yourself, Javy” you reply. “Shall we?” He holds his arm out and you take it. “Let’s go” you reply, turning to your aunt and uncle “don’t wait up” you say, not wanting them to stay up longer than necessary “we will” Penny says, knowing she won’t be able to sleep until she knows your home safe. “You kids have fun!” Maverick says as Javy opens the car door for you and you smile at him, a light blush on your cheeks and he walks to the other side. The two watch you pull out and drive away.

You pull into the restaurant parking lot and grimace “can I be honest?” You ask as he takes the keys out of his car “of course” he says “I’m really nervous and feel sick I don’t know if I can eat a full meal” you say and he smiles “can I be honest too?” He asks and you nod “same.” You laugh “did you want to get drinks or something?” You suggest “how about we share an entree and then go? Don’t want you drinking on an empty stomach you’ll make yourself sick” he says and you try to hide your smile as you look the other way “sounds good” you reply as he watches your blush grow in the wing mirror. You head into the restaurant and end up getting a seat outside on the seafront, sharing a basket of garlic bread as the conversation flows.

Eventually the conversation lulls into a comfortable silence and you look out onto the horizon, watching the sun set “wow, this nights almost over” you say, seeing the watch on your wrist ticking faster than expected, eight at night. “Wish it didn’t have to end so soon” you continue and he replies “it doesn’t” “honest?” “Honest, let’s make this night last forever.” He says ordering a few more drinks for the two of you.

“Golden hours making you glow” he says, the drink making him almost too honest. You laugh “if I was pregnant I’d take the compliment” you say, jokingly and his eyes darken a little, stomach twisting. “Still, you look beautiful.” He says and you blush darkly, grinning as you thank him and watch the sun go down “when you smile I met inside” he says, eager to make you blush more; to which he’s successful. You ask about his work and he responds with the information he’s allowed to tell you of his current mission: detailing when he’d chosen to join the navy and the path it took to get him into the pilots seat.

You wow at his tale, hung on every one of his words “god and I’m just a law school graduate working in a bar and volunteering on a beach” you say, taking another sip of your drink to empty the glass “I’m not worthy of a minute of your time” you shrug and smile, as he shakes his head in denial “I’m not worthy of yours. God knows how I even managed to get you to humour this evening.” He tells you. “A lawyer? That’s a great job” he continues and you shrug “I don’t know” you sign “honestly,” you whisper, clearly slightly tipsy as you motion for him to move closer so you can tell him a secret “I don’t even know if I want to be a lawyer” you say, then visibly relax as if that statement is a weight off your shoulders. “That’s why I moved out here for the summer with Pen and Mav” you go to continue “my parents are pushing me to try get placement and start my own firm, but that their dream, not mine” you say and sigh “what do you want?” He asks and you look at him, slightly puzzled “me?” You ask and he nods “no one’s ever asked me that” you say and he takes your hand in his, stroking the back of it gently with his thumb “well I am. What do you want to do?” He asks and you speak without missing a beat “I want to be an elementary teacher.” You say with a small smile. “But there’s no money in it” you admit and purse your lips and he almost has to force himself not to say that he makes enough money to comfortably support the two of you if you wanted to take that path.

He looks around the two of you, the occupant number in the restaurant and outside slowly growing larger “I really wish it was only me and you” he says, annoyed that people had the audacity to crash your date by enjoying their own evening. “Really?” You grin and he nods “I’m jealous of everybody in the room” he says and you cock your head to the side in confusion, a smile still present on your face “and why’s that?” “Cause they all get to see how gorgeous you are, too” he admits. You blush again, eyes wide as they darken slightly, lids heavy as you look back at him “please don’t look at me with those eyes” he groans, running his hands over his face “what eyes?” You laugh “the eyes that’d get you very far in my bedroom” he replies and you smirk “they’re the only eyes I’ve got” he chuckled “m’kay, baby Maverick.” He jokes.

“If this is what our first date is like, imagine the second!” You state and he shakes his head “please don’t hint that you’re capable of lies” he begs and you shake your head no “no, I want to see you again, Javy” you say, leaning forward slightly to tell him and he victoriously celebrates in the comfort of his own mind. He looks from your eyes to your lips and back again “I dread the thought of our very first kiss” he admits and you crease your brows “and why’s that?” You ask as he leans ever closer “cause I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” He mutters “tonight, a target I’m probably gonna miss” he grumbles and you smile widely. “Well you miss all of the shots you don’t take” you inform and he smirks, following your eyes as you watch the sea lap onto the beach.

“Let’s go” he says and you raise a brow, “what? Don’t like a little sand between your toes, Missouri girl?” He teases and you narrow your eyes “and you do, flyboy?” He laughs and you stand up, the two of you determined to race to the beach. “Can I pay our tab please?” You ask the lady at the bar who smiles and nods, heading to grab the card reader. Javy follows her without you noticing, only returning with the receipt “where’d the lady go?” You ask, confused with your card in hand. Javy just hands you the receipt and smiles victoriously. You look at him with wide eyes and slap his chest lightly “ugh Javy!” You scold “you didn’t have to do that!” “What, is chivalry dead?” He asks “no but I didn’t mind paying” you say and he holds his hands up “I suggested the date” he says “I suggested the drinks” you challenge but sigh as he wins the conversation “fine, but next time I’m paying” you say. (You don’t)

You head outside and he looks at the beach from the decking “I’ll race you” he says and you offer him a challenging look at he prepares to run “wait wait!” You say frantically and he creases his brows as you lean to remove the heels from your feet. “Oh we’re getting serious now?” He asks with a smirk and you give a determined glare “c’mon ‘Coyote’,” you tease his callsign “let’s see how fast you can really go” you threaten and he swallows the lump in his throat “oh I can go forever.” He says and you connect eyes with a knowing look.

“3.. 2..” he begins counting but you break of running and he sprints after you “hey! No fair you chested!” He shouts and you laugh loudly “you snooze, you loose; petrol pigeon!” You reply but feel hands wrap around your waist as you’re pulled to the grounds, but your fall is cushioned by a hard chest and a pair of soft, but strong hands. You laugh but it quickly quietens as you lay on top of him, hands on his chest, faces close and eyes connected. “Honest, let’s make this night last forever” you beg him and he shakes his head “Let’s make this last forever” he corrects and you giggle “forever?” He nods “and ever” he confirms, pulling you up and offering you a hand to hold as you walk along the beach, toes getting wet from the salty sea water every now and then.

“I really enjoyed this evening, Javy. Thank you.” You say and grin, approaching his truck and he nods in response, turning to you and placing his hands respectfully on your hips. “The pleasure is all mine, pretty girl” he replies, your hands moving to his chest as he pulls you ever closer. The sun is set now, the only light; the moon illuminating your face as your wide, expectant eyes look up at him. “You’re glowing.” He whispers and you smile “and you still haven’t kissed me” you whisper back, as he finally leans down and captures your lips with his own, a gentle yet deep embrace lasting for a little less time than either of you would liked.

“Forever and ever” you say quietly and pull away “let’s make this last forever” he says, opening the passenger side door to allow you to sit inside, walking around and getting in the drivers side to return you safe and sound to your aunt and uncle’s home, you look at the clock. ‘10:58pm’ it reads as you pull into the driveway. The lights are still on.

Your heels never got back on your feet and you pad back to your house bare-footed, waving at him as you knock and Maverick comes to unlock the door and lets you in. His instructor looks at Coyote and nods with a thumb up and Coyote mirrors his action; waiting for the door to fully shut until he drives back home.

“So.. how was that?” Penny asks “where are your shoes?” Maverick asks at the same time as they both look at you expectantly. You only look star stuck as you stand there in disbelief. “I think I’m gonna marry him”

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He’s better than a weighted blanket, at least

#Pen Woodlock #Indy Montoya #deer #tufted deer #coyote #dog #anthro #furry #furry art #scribble

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storeboughtbrand · 2 years

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Mav: Guys...I just want to know. I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.

*silence*

Mav: Smart choice, I was lying. *looks around the circle consisting of Rooster, Bob, Phoenix, Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy. Then he looks up at the break room to stare at Halo, Fritz, Coyote, Omaha, Yale, and Harvard. The other group stares back instead of hiding* So...no one wants to fess up?

Mav: Okay..I see how it is. *turns to look at Rooster* You know anything?

Rooster: Nope, I had no part in this Mav-

Mav: Bullshit, I can see the corner of mustache twitching, it only does that when you're hiding something from me.

Rooster: *checks to see if it's true but realizes he fell for the trick* Shit!

Mav: No part of this, my ass. The longer this takes, the worse the punishment's gonna be. *narrows his eyes at Rooster before whipping his attention to Fanboy* How bout you, Fanboy? Got something to tell me?

Fanboy: *avoids Mav's eyes to look at the others. Phoenix makes a zip-it motion. Hangman mouthes, "you better fucking not."* I don't know anything either, Captain.

Mav: *squints harder* So....I guess Cyclone's office randomly decided to redecorate itself overnight?

Hangman: *because the man can't help himself* Cyclone may have finally decided to spruce up the place.

Mav: *zeroes in on Jake* Really?! He decided to replace every single picture in his office spontaneously...with shirtless pictures of young me!?

Hangman: I mean, you were a hot young twink back then, Pops. Can't really blame the admiral.

*Everyone except Mav facepalms*

Mav: *sighs while muttering you cannot kill your child, you need 12 to make a full dozen* Given the withstanding silence, I'm going to make an educated guess and say it was a group effort. *the group starts to protest* which I do respect. I'm glad to see you each have each other's back. That being said, speak now or forever hold your piece.

*Everyone remains silent, though there are a lot of shifting eyes and suspicious looks traded.*

Mav: Then....you leave me no choice...*pauses dramatically to make eye contact with everyone* you are all banned from my house for an entire week-.

Everyone: WHAT THE FUCK!

*violent banging on a window can be heard from the break room and Mav looks up. Halo and Harvard are both holding up pieces of paper with the words "HELL NO!" & "YOU CAN'T DO THIS US!" angrily scribbled on each respectfully*

Mav: Hush! All of you! You all did something wrong and now you have to deal with the consequences of your actions - No, stop it, all of you, those eyes are not going to work on me.

Phoenix: Sir, hypothetically speaking, *Mav raises his eyebrow* if we were the ones to put up those pictures instead of Admiral Simpson, I would think you would find it funny too.

Mav: Oh, don't worry, Phe, I burst out laughing and couldn't stop for 10 minutes straight when I walked into his office. In fact, I almost passed out from lack of oxygen.

Phoenix: Then why-

Mav: My problem with all of this is that he won't give the photos back.

*stunned silence*

Bob: I-I'm sorry, sir, did you just say-

Mav: I said what I said. Cyclone won't give the photos back.

Rooster: *whispers what the fuckkkkk* Okay, well.... we can steal them back for you...

Mav: Nope, there is no redemption round for any of you. *he cocks his hip and points to everyone, including the people upstairs* Now, thanks to all of you ......I have no choice but to seduce Cyclone to get them back.

....

Daggers.exe has stopped working

Rooster: *faints but Fanboy catches him, but they both collapse on the ground*

Payback: *chokes on his spit and starts up a coughing fit*

Hangman, Phoenix, and Bob: *all have varying glazed looks of horror, with Jake's being the most horrified*

Payback: *in a raspy voice* S-Sir, you must be joking!

Mav: *with the most serious look they had ever seen* Did I stutter?

Hangman: What the hell..there's no reason for you to do so *mutters why would you even* we can sneak into his office after hours -

Mav: And risk more of Cyclone's wrath? I don't think so, Lieutenant.

Fanboy: *still on the ground holding the downed Rooster, lightly tapping his face to wake up* Sir, Why is it so important that you get those photos back?

Mav: Why is it so important? Why is it so important!? I'll tell you why it's so important! It's because there are only a handful of copies of those photos, those being included!

Hangman: *whispers* why do you even have-

Mav: And they were all Christmas gifts to specific people!

Hangman: *proceeds to faint just like Rooster, taking Payback down with him.*

Mav: *continues ranting* I don't know how you kids were able to get your hands on those photos, but now someone is missing their photos and I'm not keen on remaking them anytime soon. So, if you would all excuse me, I have to call my husband and explain to him why I need him to bring me my special change of clothes. *turns on his heel and struts away, missing Phoenix and Bob turning green with horror*

*He gets all the way to the Hanger but is stopped by Hondo and Warlock*

Hondo: Ugh *glances at the group of traumatized aviators, foaming at the mouth* Mav? What was all that about?

Mav: *gets that Look on his face* that, my friend, was the sound of 75 bucks making its way into my pocket.

Next >>>> The Aftermath 😳

#The class of 86' group chat said that Mav was losing his touch and he took that personally #So he decided to convince the kids that he was going to seduce the Admiral and let the word get back to the guys from the traumatized kids #He may be pushing 60s but he can still get it #Were there actually photos of Mav put in Cyclones office?#That's for Mav and Cyclone to know and the rest to find out #pete maverick mitchell #beau cyclone simpson #bradley rooster bradshaw #baby daggers armed with daggers #top gun shitpost #top gun #top gun maverick #storeboughtheadcanons #once again another useless contribution to the fandom

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