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mylivejournalsucks · 6 days

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Bottleneck.

I went to Minneapolis for work: the birthplace of Brenda and Brandon Walsh, the city where Mavis from Young Adult calls home. I was being interviewed at a college in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. I do college talks as often as they'll have me. To be frank, the money is good. I think back to all the colleges I visited back in my Thought Catalog days—Princeton, Yale, UCLA, McGill, Emerson, University of Vermont—when I didn't have an agent and students would ask me what my quote was.

"Um, just pay for my flight and hotel? IDC!" I said.

One time I gathered up the courage to ask for $500. Now I know I could've made more than my yearly salary.

But it's not about the money. Not entirely. I've realized, especially in recent years, that I love dedicating chunks of time to things that have nothing to do with my Real Life. Getting flown to a city I would never go to ordinarily, researching restaurants, eating the local cuisine (aka going on Grindr) feeling beholden to no one, getting to talk to a group of kids who've been spent the last few years living primarily with Ideas, it's heaven. It feels luxurious, like a nibble of dark chocolate before bed. Sometimes I think if I could live the bulk of my life as a bottle episode—nothing of story consequence, could stand on its own or be cut for time—I would. Bottle episodes are typically the strongest, anyway. They don't have to be bogged down with exposition or serialization. They can just exist and show off the good bones of a TV show.

As you get older, it's harder to just exist. Suddenly everything has consequence, everything is connected. We've designed our lives to to be constantly building, building, building. Go here to get there.

When I'm in these random cities, I'm going fucking nowhere. I'm laying in my hotel bed, AC blasting, watching episodes of Chopped at 1am, my jet-lagged face lit up by my laptop. I'm Googling "Best coffee in Minneapolis" I'm drinking the best coffee in Minneapolis (really good, tbh) I'm working out in the hotel gym with the other mentally ill freaks who can't go three days without exercise endorphins, I'm thinking about going to this museum everyone is raving about while knowing full well I am never going to go, I'm answering an email or two, I'm accidentally getting a huge chunk of writing done—writing that would've taken me a week in Los Angeles—because nobody knows me here, nothing is expected of me. I have nowhere to be. I am really horny all of the time. Hotels put you in that frame of mind. The bed says: "Why are you not having sex with a stranger on me? That's what I'm here for." And then sometimes I do have sex with a stranger. If it's good, the place I'm visiting will suddenly feel like home. Now that I've had a local's penis inside of me, I get why people live here. If it's bad, the limits of the bottle episode will be tested when I fly back in a rotten mood.

Does my enjoyment of these "work trips" belie a larger dissatisfaction with my real life? Yes. No. Maybe. Fuck off.

A state of unease has settled on my chosen city, Los Angeles. The industry I work in is like a weather forecast. And just like the real weather, there's been an inordinate amount of rain. Something's not right. (actual weather: Climate change, Hollywood: Monopoly is being adapted into a movie.) No one knows how to fix it. When will the person in charge come back? Wait. You're telling me there was never a person in charge? Oh no.

Of course, my ego requires me to say I am one of the lucky ones in that I currently, as of this writing, have a job. But even in bustling times, a writer feels insecure. Being prosperous means knowing what the next six months of your life looks like. That's it. And then it's back to planting those seeds knowing most won't bear any fruit. (I spend three days in the Midwest and I'm trying out farming metaphors.)

When I am in these cities or small towns, I am there for a job, which means I know money is coming in. And anything happening back in Los Angeles is none of my goddamn business. Until it has to be.

These cities I visit are full of ambitious people but I project so much on to them. They've chosen to live in cities with affordable housing and James Beard award-winning restaurants. Any unease they feel comes from within and not from watching the Hollywood stock market, otherwise known as the trades. Their lives belong to them whereas I don't know if mine totally does. There's so much powerlessness that comes with my profession. What if a network that is paying my mortgage merges with a Sbarro's tomorrow and, poof, no more job? I wish I were joking but the only comedy getting made right now is Real Life, streaming everywhere.

I want to figure out how to live life more like a bottle episode. How can I take this back to Los Angeles without becoming irresponsible? I don't want a different life. I just want my life to stop feeling different. I want things to go back to "normal" which, for Hollywood, is still crazy but, like, I'm not scared of Sbarro's taking my job.

I am a cynical optimist. Everything is cyclical. It will land somewhere. But, in the meantime, how do you stay inspired when you are told everybody is looking for things that are "safe" which is code for "nothing that comes out of your faggot gimp brain?" How am I supposed to feel when I see my business chasing after IP no one gives a shit about and spending $200 million because they can only conceive of teeny tiny or big bang boom? Baby Reindeer is one of the most popular TV shows right now. I haven't seen it yet but it's a show with no stars (no offense!) and no action figures. Just people trying to figure out less painful ways to be alive, like all the best kind of art explores. It reminds me of Fleabag's success. When your premise is simple, you can be complex. And, yet, I feel like the wrong lesson will be metabolized. "Stalkers! Let's reboot the movie Disclosure, even though no one watched it the first time!"

The thing is, we're all miserable living under these mandates. And, yet, we made the rules. If only someone would just realize no one is coming to save us. We have to save ourselves.

Anyway, my favorite bottle episode is Girls, season two, episode five "One Man's Trash." A show everyone is rediscovering but probably wouldn't get made today for reasons that are made up and nobody understands or agrees with.

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anurst · 1 year

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Doc

Summary: The discovery of your cheating wife's infidelity causes you to run to Fightertown and end up as a doctor at Top Gun. During your stay, you meet a girl in a bar or MerDer except it's you and Phoenix/Natasha

Pairing(s): Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x (fem!) reader, OC x reader

Warning(s): mentions of cheating, alcohol, language

1- "I'm just a girl in a bar"

'Shit'

That was your first thought as you landed in San Diego. Your headphones had died and your phone was clinging onto the little battery it had left. You had to make it outside quick and call Pete before your phone died.

The flight over was rough. In fact, the entire move to San Diego was rough. In your cold indifference to your wife's affairs, you hadn't pack properly, only grabbing what was available and within reach. You'd have to buy some new clothes, furniture for your newly acquired beach house, food definitely, and a new charger.

"Kid!" Pete's voice brought you out of your swarming thoughts as you smiled widely. It had been a long time, 10 years to be exact, since you'd last seen the man. He was definitely older, yet he still had the same boyish charm that your parents had told you about multiple times growing up.

"Mavy!" Your arms quickly wrapped around the shorter man. Pete let out a hearty laugh as he cradled your face in his hand. You were like the daughter he never had. The niece that called for advice when you weren't sure your parents would understand. He'd made it clear that he'd be in your corner whenever you needed him when your parents passed.

"You're so big!"

"That's what happens when you get older, old man," you teased, sticking out your tongue. Playfully glaring, Pete ruffled your hair before grabbing your bag and throwing it into the back seat of the car. "Where's your bike?"

"Didn't think it would hold all the stuff you'd bring from New York."

Shrugging, you opened the door and sat down in the passenger seat as Pete walked around and slipped into the driver's seat. "How you liking San Diego so far?"

Snorting, you turned to look at the older man, "It's not New York...You gonna show me all the good spots in Fightertown, ya?" Nodding, Pete quickly glanced at you before clearing his throat.

"Have you talked to Addison?" Feeling exhaustion and despair set into you upon hearing your wife's name, you slumped into your seat.

"Nope. She's been calling, but I'm not answering. Considering changing my number, actually."

Sighing at your response, Pete simply nodded before changing the topic to your new house.

80s music filled your ears as you stepped into bar. Pete had already gone inside, leaving you to enter by yourself. Tugging at the sleeves of your button down, anxiety filled you. This was the first time in years that you'd be entering a bar without Addison or your friends. Sure, you weren't exactly an introvert, but putting yourself out in such a social environment as a 'single woman' was filling with you stress and dread.

'Just go in. You aren't here to take any girl home. Just find Mavy, sit down, have a drink, maybe get a ride home from him or something. Relax, your (y/n) (l/n), a hot, intelligent, funny, trauma surgeon.'

Exhaling, you puffed your chest out before making your way towards the bar. Quickly spotting Pete, you sunk into the seat next to him. His attention didn't waver from the pretty woman behind the bar as you sat which caused you to lean closer to him and blow into his ear. Reeling in surprise, Pete's hand shot up to cover his ear as he turned to you, eyes full of shock and panic before realizing it was you. "Kid, when'd you get here?"

Giggling, you reached for his drink before taking a sip from it (in the process earning a harmless glare from Pete). "Just got here. Soooooo, you gonna introduce me to the pretty lady you're shooting heart eyes at?"

Scoffing, Pete snatched his drink back before downing the whole thing. "I was not "shooting heart eyes" at Penny."

"So her name's Penny? Wait, the admiral's kid you got with like a bazillion years ago?"

"It was not a bazillion years ago, you menace." Snickering at his reaction, you flagged down "Penny." Her eyes met yours as you widely smiled. Out of your peripheral vision you could see Pete pale as you opened your mouth.

"I'll have whiskey, please. Oh, and put it on the old man's tab." Penny's eyes shifted from you to Pete.

"Lucky for you, Pete's paying for everyone's round."

Eyes lighting up, you smiled widened, "Is that so! I'll have 2 then!" Nodding, Penny moved away as Pete turned to you with a forced smile.

"Don't embarrass me."

"Mavy, you already do that all on your own," you snickered, pleased with his eye roll as Penny brought your drinks over. "Thank you! I'm (y/n)." You reached over the counter to shake hands with the brunette who simply laughed at your antics.

"Penny. You a friend of Pete's?"

"He was friends with my folks and is my tour guide as I get settled into town."

Nodding understandingly, Penny leaned onto the counter. "I could tell you weren't from around here."

"It was the accent, wasn't it? You know, I never could hear the difference between accents. They all sound the same to me."

"Where you coming from?"

"New York."

"Long way from home."

"I'm here for work."

"You a pilot too?"

"What? Hell no, I'm a doctor."

"How about ringing me up before the evening rush?" Pete interrupted, his eyes following someone. Sharing a look with Penny, you shrugged as she took Pete's card. Following Pete's line of sight, you saw a tall man wearing a Hawaiian shirt with his back to you. He was surrounded by people in khakis as a blonde walked up to him. Your eyes drifted from face to face before landing on the only woman in the group. Your throat when dry as you took in her appearance. Neat dark brown hair was tucked into a perfect bun, her brown (you were guessing but were 90% they were brown) followed the blonde man as he talked, and her uniform most definitely made heads turn wherever she went.

"Who's making heart eyes now?" Pete asked from besides you, smugness dripping off of each word, causing you tear your gaze away from the beautiful woman.

"You're such a dick, Mavy," you groaned, chugging the first glass of whiskey. Before you could go back to ogling the beautiful brunette from across the room, Penny set Pete's card down in front of you two.

"It's been declined." A hyena-like laugh burst out of you as Pete's jaw fell. The sounds of a piano playing did little to distract you as Pete stammered. The man dig into his pocket, fishing out some crumpled 5s and you collapsed into even more laughter. Penny smiled at your reaction as she made her way towards a bell. "I'm afraid that won't cover it." Raising his hand to stop her from ringing it, Pete nearly jumped as the crowd erupted in cheers as the bell rang.

"OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD!" Three men in khakis made their way over, their arms hooking under Pete's as they carried him. You wiped the tears that started to form in your eyes as you grinned at Penny. As you started to get up, Penny rose a brow before you leaned on the bar's counter.

"He's kinda my ride home!"

"You can stay and clean up! I'll give you a ride after!" Biting your lip, you contemplated your options. Penny was fun, easy to talk to, liked teasing Pete just as much as you did, but you had work tomorrow morning. Your first day at your new job, in a new town, in a new city, in a new state, in your new life.

[You] I'm gonna stay a little longer. Don't wait up for me

[Mavy] You sure? Got a ride home?

[You] Yep. Penny said she'd give me a ride home after I help her close up

[Mavy] (y/n)...

[You] Don't worry! I won't embarrass you. Correction- I will but I'll make up for it and make you sound cool :)))

[Mavy] Don't you dare.

[You] Bye!!! See you tomorrow!! Thanks for the drinks :))))

Closing your phone, you quickly slipped it into your back pocket and sat back down. Penny shot you a bright smile as she said that she'd be back. Nodding, you smiled as you listened to the crowd sing along to "Great Balls of Fire." Whoever was playing the piano was good. You found yourself whispering the lyrics as you took another sip of your second glass. If you didn't slow down, the alcohol would catch up and you didn't want to be drunk in a place where you barely knew anyone.

The song came to end as the crowd cheered "Rooster" over and over again. Confused, you caught sight of the man that Pete was staring at dancing, the people surrounding him cheering him on. He looked familiar, you said to yourself, raking your brain to remember where you'd seen him before. Coming up with nothing, you left it alone (for now anyway. you were going to ask Pete about it when you saw him tomorrow) and settled on observing people.

Zoning out, you didn't realize that you'd made direct eye contact with the gorgeous woman from before. Her curious and bright brown eyes meeting yous. A smile grew on her face as she sent a nod your way. Flustered, you raised your glass to her and watched as she walked away with 4 more beers in her hands and towards the same rowdy group you'd seen her with before.

"Got your eyes on Phoenix?" Penny smirked, returning to you, the crowd slowly dying down as people left. Letting out a breathy laugh, you shook your head, your gaze falling down to your drink.

"I'm not doing that sort of thing right now."

"Why not? You're young, hot, funny, and smart."

Blushing, you rubbed your nose with your finger. A nervous habit of yours. Something Addison always teased you about. "I'm kinda in a situation," you murmured, not wanting to talk about your love life. Noticing your discomfort, Penny reassuringly pat your hand before she started asking you questions about your work.

Time seemed to whiz by as you told Penny about your college days and med school (you left out vital detail but she didn't push you for more than you'd already told her). Before you knew it, the Hard Deck was closing and the only people left in the bar was some couples paying their tabs and the group of pilots that Pete had been watching. Penny had asked you to wipe down tables, and so you moved from table to table spraying and wiping. Turning around, you nearly jumped as you saw the woman from before standing behind you.

"Hey." Shit, her voice was even more angelic than what you'd imagined. She was prettier up close too. An uneasy smile grew on her face as she waved her hand in front of you. "Hi?"

"Hi," you whispered, the breath quite literally knocked out of you. The brunette smiled at your response, a red hue starting to form on her cheeks.

"You work here?"

"What? No! I'm just helping Penny out."

"Oh, yeah, I've never seen you before, so I thought I'd ask. You new to Fightertown?"

"Yep. You?"

"Nah, I've just coming back for work."

"I figured. You a pilot?"

"Yes ma'am. Are you?"

Chuckling you tucked your hair behind your ear. It was starting to get hot in here. Like, really hot. Was it the alcohol or the girl in front of you? Honestly, you weren't sure and didn't really care. "No, I'm also here for work."

Natasha slowly nodded as she bit her lip. She looked over her shoulder to see the guys sending her a thumbs up (jake was actually looking at her with his same smug face which made her almost go back and hit him. almost) and took a deep breathe in. "So, what's your story?"

Panicked, you waved your hand in front of you. "I don't have a story. I'm just a girl in a bar," you smiled and Natasha swore her heart nearly stopped.

"I guess I'm also just a girl in a bar. Do you...Do you wanna get outta here?"

Your throat had run dry at her question and a minute passed before you answered. "Let me just tell Penny, yeah? Then, I'm all yours, sunshine." Quickly making your way back to the older woman, Natasha stared at your back before making her way back to the pool table to get her things.

Bradley proudly pat her on the back as the other guys congratulated her. Smiling and waving goodbye to them, she nearly sprinted to the door to meet you. Her arm linked with yours as you held the door open for her. Grinning, she turned to look up at you, "My place or yours?"

"Wherever you wanna go, sunshine."

I love tall reader inserts if you haven't noticed :]

#phoenix trace #pheonix x reader #natasha trace #natasha trace x reader #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fem reader #not enough phoenix fics so i thought id write some

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aki-draws-things · 5 months

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The omegaverse au grows...

It's not a nice story so far. Nick is not a nice alpha, and neither is mav. But nick mostly likes to guilt trip Ron so much, ever since Ron was younger and nick basically bought him.

Ron is an omega, younger than in canon (I'm thinking of setting this au in the one where Ron is the same age as mav, just because. It will make tom even more protective.)

Tom is still Ron's pilot, he would like to scoop him away and ran, but he can't, needs to be careful.

(Chris seresin be there too. He's an Alpha already with a bond to tom. If possible he will be even more protective.)

(Also... I don't write smut, usually. Please, mercy....)

@oh-surprise-its-me

Not every Alpha, Ron told himself. Not every alpha was like that.

Nick wasn't like that either, in truth, Ron convinced himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, the bruise around his eye carefully concealed with enough makeup that his skin would appear normal. Untouched.

Nick was like that because Ron pushed him.

He knew his alpha was jealous, he knew he made a mistake when he chose to become iceman RIO and take his distance from him. From his alpha! His mate. Hos protector. Because that was Nick, at the end of the day. His savior from a father who cared nothing. The beacon in the darkness that took him away from an almost certain early death. Nick bought him, he saved him, he even gave him a chance to fly. Not many omega become navy aviators, it was because of nick if he had the chance. And how did he repay him? He left. He walked, flew away with tom. Like the stupid omega he was. It was normal Nick was angry now.

But Ron would make it alright, he said. Ron would make amend for that.

There was a new alpha strutting beside nick. He was small, physically looking more like an omega, but the smell, oh it was unmistakable. Everything about Maverick screamed alpha so very loud and fast.

Ron, on the other hand--

"He still smells like Iceman."

Maverick's voice was almost a whine coming from the bed. Ron flinched.

He showered carefully, he used the soap Nick chose, despite the pine smell being so strong and he really didn't like it. Plus, it itched on his skin, for some reason, but he wouldn't complain, Nick liked it, and he would use it.

"I know, Mavi."

Ron could hear a barely concealed growl in his tone. He didn't move. He waited.

"Come here sweetheart. Let's get that stench away, mh?"

He didn't smell tom on himself, he was sure, so very sure, and he knew because he missed his smell, but he couldn't refuse, there would be consequences, bad ones.

He shuffled on bare feet back in the bedroom, allowed Maverick to grab his hand, wrap his fingers around his wrist and pull him on the bed. He bit his shoulder before Nick even moved. Nick laughed, his hand in Ron's hair, grasping, pulling.

"So eager, my little alpha."

Ron felt blood trickle from his shoulder.

"I like how he tastes, Goose. can you blame me?" He looked like a predator, grinning, licking his lips, passing his tongue over the bite. "It's all your fault, you made me taste him once. You should've warned me Omegas were addictive. I've never had one before."

Like Ron was a meal or something. Nick pinned him down. Training would start in 30 minutes--

"Don't worry about that sweetheart. We'll make sure you're nice and presentable for that. and Iceman will know who you belong to. We only lend you to him because he needs a RIO, and without you in his backseat things would be so boring here."

Tom could beat them even without him, Ron knew that. He remained quietly careful not to let it slip out.

"Say, Mavi... do you want the honor? I'm... I feel generous today."

Ron felt Maverick shift over him, he could feel excitement wash over the younger Alpha. his fingers digging into his arm, it would leave a mark, Ron knew. But it would be covered by the flight suit, and anyway everyone knew he was an omega, and as any good, proper one he had to please and bear the marks his Alpha left on him. It should've been proud of showing them. And he was so lucky, he forced his brain to think, he had two Alphas taking care of him.

(He didn't want to. but oh, he would show off any mark Tom would ever decide to put on him. Except Tom never left marks, Tom was careful, Tom was oh so gentle. Tom, he delusionally thought to himself, truly loved him.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle, You'll even be able to sit after."

"Oh Mavi... You've always been such a softie." Nick chuckled. "But you shouldn't worry about that. just have all the fun you want, look at him, he exists only to please us, why care if he can or cannot sit after?"

"We have a debrief. It would be so distracting to have him squirm around because he can't sit still. Just imagine all those hungry ones in the room eyeing him, Goose. Can't have that."

There had been a time Ron thought Maverick could be more like Tom, gentle, nice. How silly of him to think that, Nick showed him around, he took him under his wing, how could he be different from him?

"smart, yeah. well honey, have it your way, then."

For a brief, fleeting moment, Ron thought he would warn him or something. he hoped, because he promised and--

But maverick was Nick's precious baby alpha, Ron should've known better than trust any word coming out of his mouth.

He bit him, again, on the other shoulder, Ron suppressed a moan, biting down on the pillow. He penetrated him without warning.

Ron yelped, shame washing over him at the sound he tried so hard to keep to himself.

"Careful Mavi. Don't fill him up, even though that's what such a pretty omega deserves. Save it for after , when we're off deployment."

"But won't he be sent with Iceman?"

Goose growled and with suppressed laughter maverick thrusts grew faster.

"He's my... our omega. After this, Iceman will have to find a brand new rio."

Maverick grinned, bit down on him again, exactly over the previous mark, licked the contour, sucked hard, enough to bruise.

"Ours?"

"Ours." Nick confirmed. "And you will have your nice little pup. Give little Brad a brother or sister to play with. Hopefully our sweetheart will be good enough to give us a little alpha, mh?"

He didn't want a kid, Ron thought. He never wanted one. Not with Maverick. Certainly not with Nick. Not even with Tom-- Well, maybe if Tom asked, he-- kids were troublesome, even more in their line of work. A kid meant he would not fly for an extended time, and carrying a kid could-- it could kill him. Break him. He saw it happen. Besides, he wasn't cut to be a parent, he had no idea where to start, not with the kind of father he had. The father who sold him off to Nick to begin with.

"I said, you will be good enough, yes?"

Nick grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. He whined.

"Come on sweetheart, he asked you a question." Maverick said, his voice dangerously close and sweet.

Ron nodded.

"Let us hear your voice when you answer honey."

He opened his mouth again to answer when Maverick thrusted faster and deeper inside of him, on purpose, he knew, and all Ron could do was let out a loud moan.

Nick patted his head with a chuckle.

"Well, that's good too. so good, right Mavi?"

Maverick was wrapped on him, the height difference almost painfully obvious, but crumpled on the bed, left a moaning, sweaty mess, it was so clear that Ron was so much not an Alpha like he tried to pass the very first day, before Nick set his eyes back on him and decided he let him off the hook for far too long and he wanted that rightfully his omega back to himself. Sharing him with Maverick was almost obvious.

A couple more thrusts before Maverick raised his head slightly.

"Turn around baby, I want to look at you."

It took a bit of trying, with Maverick still holding so tight.

Ron's face was flushed red, half- lidded eyes staring at Maverick.

"Please..." He whispered, he wasn't even sure anymore what he was praying him for. Release from that torture? to finish him? fill him until he blacked out completely? His mind was blank already, and the two Alphas both knew.

Maverick seemed to think of it for a moment, he smirked.

"Open up."

If anything, Ron's eyes grew wider.

"Not your eyes baby." he chuckled, he moved slowly. Put his thumb in Ron's mouth.

"We don't want to make a mess, right? because you know what happens if you make a mess. So be good now baby. Be good and swallow it all."

Ron felt choking as Maverick came in his mouth.

"God, Mavi... you really know how to bring out the best look on him, don't you? So damn pretty."

A couple longer seconds before Maverick pulled out and looked at him satisfied.

"Clean yourself up, quick. we have a lesson in 10, we won't be late because our omega needs some care."

Hard, almost cruel, so different from a moment ago, and yet not that much, Ron knew.

"Are you okay?"

Tom asked, purposely ignoring Nick's low growl from where he was sitting in front of them, Maverick leaned back in his chair, relaxed.

"I'm good, Ice." His voice felt weird, raw, his throat hoarse, lips still red and swollen. He heard Chipper inspire harshly when he walked inside next to Tom, he knew why. Jesus, he must be smelling like Maverick so damn much.

"Okay." Tom said, slowly. He wrapped an arm around Ron's shoulder, but in a quick movement, Ron moved himself.

"We-- you can't." He muttered, not even looking at him. "Please."

Reluctantly, Tom dropped his arm off of Ron's shoulder. Goose grinned.

#ron slider kerner #nick goose bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #omega ron #alpha mav #alpha nick #alpha tom #omegaverse au #dark nick and mav #abuse tw #noncon tw #pretty much #top gun fanfiction #top gun 1986 #aki writes

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ghovlpire · 6 months

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batty daddy ,

it's me ! the recent blood moon inspired me to do something i miss dearly : talk to you . well , it's not much of a conversation if it's one sided , but knowing you'd be more than willing to respond if this letter could reach you is enough !

first and foremost , i'm doing fangtastic ! the ghouls are with me , all of us and i'm happy to report that we're all safe in a little town called evermore . even coach is here with scooby and his friends ! it has a lot of charm , i think it would suit your taste . heh . i even have a job ! can you believe it ?! i'm working at this place called hotel transylvania and i love it ! i guess having to take care of the castle with you prepared me for something as big as a hotel , and being there makes me feel a little closer to home . it's like you're around , except we're not isolated from everyone else ...

speaking of isolation , i should tell you i've made lots of friends here . not all of them are human , but the ones that are aren't bad , just like mom would say ! i've grown used to hiding what i am , it's not easy but i know it's bat-ter this way . i have to make sure the ghouls are safe , which means i have to be safe as well . so they can rely on me .

dad , when you're with the others , even with mr. mehmi , do you ever feel scared ? sometimes i feel like i'm failing the ghouls , that i'm not a good example and miss grimwood would be disappointed . you'd be disappointed , too , and so would their dads . i wasn't lying when i said i'm okay , but i'm also scared , way more scared than a monster should be . i'm even scared of myself .

i'm in love . really , really in love . his name is diablo , he's not like us but he's not human either , and dearer to me than all the bats in all the caves in the world ! we go on night flights together ( he's a shapeshifter !!! the prettiest bird i've ever seen !!! ) and he even stopped wearing silver for me , but that was a long time ago . we've been together for almost four months now and i know i'll be with him for a long time . even after he's gone .

daddy , i don't want him to go away . i don't want to lose him like we lost mom . i don't want anything to take him from me like they took her from you and i'm scared . i haven't even told the ghouls about him because i know what they'll think ; we know how this ends and i'm batty for letting it happen . uncle bill ( he's also here ! ) called him my ' loyal walking bloodbag ' , i'd never felt more disgusted with myself .

i don't want to hurt him , dad . you never hurt mom , you did everything you could to protect her and even then , people took her from us . from you . i'm not as strong as you , not in the ways that matter ... i don't want to kill my boyfriend , and i don't want my friends to be disappointed in me either . most of all , i don't want to be alone . i know what it did to you , i know how hard it was for you to come back . what if i'm not strong enough ?

this is getting longer than it has to be , but i miss you so much . i talk to mom every night and ask her to watch over you . i know she's doing it from wherever she is . i can't wait to see you again .

oceans of love , your little sibella .

p.s.: my friend-boss mavis says her dad is also a "dracula" ... is there something you'd like to tell me ? i promise i won't judge , most people think you have three brides anyway !

#evermorehqstask #am i ever gonna do one of these and not cry

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pinkdinkydoon · 2 years

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🧡🎃 Selfship-Tober- Day 1: Sweater Weather

October 1, Day 1, Sweater Weather

Fall Break was a break not everyone could afford to have or do.

Griffin, was someone who was in between. He did most of his work at home and so technically is was ALWAYS on break, but this time around was different.

He was an at home chemist/scientist, and when the friend groups group chat had a question asking about fall break and if he'd be coming, he gave a definite yes.

Despite having work.

So he packed up his suitcase, packed up another suitcase for all the chemicals he needed to write data sheets on, and got on a plane to Translyvania.

Not everyone could afford to come. Johnny and Mavis being one of them. They were both in Belgium at the time and traveling back to Transylvania would be a hassle in itself as they were already TRAVELING.

Everyone else was good though. Murray had NO STRINGS attached. Frank had nothing going on. Dracula owned the hotel and was the one who invited them. Wayne convinced Wanda he needed some Guy Time.

And Griffin was bringing work with him.

Lizzie jumped on the idea first. Holed up in Canada in her apartment she sent her reply to Drac saying how she'll, and I qoute, "BE THERE IMMEDIATELY >:DDD."

Which was pretty funny considering she was then the last one to arrive.

As the gang met up in the center of the hotel mingingly they chatted, laughed, and waited for the final member of the group to arrive.

Frank, who was hugging Wayne and Drac dropped them both. "Hey where's Lizz-erino. Wasn't she the most excited??"

Murray pulled his phone up. "Her flight got delayed. Check the CHAT. She'll probably take a couple of hours."

Time to prove HIM wrong.

Griffin then pulled up his messages on his phone. "She actually got a different flight. She's in a taxi, five minutes away."

Frank leaned over to the messages and read the phone name as "Lizz 🧡🌻" which made him smirk.

"Look at you two. Talking to each other."

"We talk EVERYDAY," Griffin squinted, and gave a very deadpan tone to him.

They couldn't see his face so the look was not even processed or acknowledged.

....

Wayne scratched behind his ear and glanced at the invisble man. "You tell her about the Zing yet?"

He shook his head. "Nah... I've got a good thing going. We talk everyday, we call everyday, when she goes to bed she puts the phone on her pillow while we video call. It's a whole thing."

Drac chuckled. "That's Griffin guys. A girl shows intrest in him and all his PHDs suddenly loose their worth!"

The group laughed and teased him while he stood, unamused with his little group circle.

The laughing stopped with the sudden spinning of the hotel glass door was heard. Then followed by the hitting of the wooden floor.

Low and behold, Lici stood in the middle.

Fall outfit in all, new haircut, new accessories. She had a bright orange suitcase in one hand and was leaning on her cane on the others.

The loud screeching of a Taxi leaving was heard, as she smirked at the group. "Sorry I'm late!"

She was quickly swept up in a sandstorm, Murray running over and taking her to the group in a mess of grains of sand and a hug. "MY GIRL'S HEREEE!!!"

She returned the hug with a big smile. He luggage was taken quickly and she turned the the group.

"Francis, Dracula, Murray, Wayne, Griffin," she proclaimed, giving a dramatic bow.

Only then she quickly swooped I'm to give Griffin a big hug. He returned it with a laugh. Once the embrace was done she took a step back.

"I love the sweater... nice and soft!" She gushed.

Griffin flushed. "Yeah! Well- ya know it's Fall. And it's cold. I put it on an hour before I arrived- it should be fading into my body soon...."

"A shame. You look so handsome in it," she sighed, shaking her head.

God a small Zing went through his heart, which is what a Zing does to you... he should've expected it.

Compliments did that.

She then gave everyone else their hugs respectively, gushing about her plane trip and her home life. They chatted about her haircut and their lives and it continued normally.

Griffin stood, admiring her bouncy-ness and enthusiasm and thinking about her compliment.

He looked HANDSOME in the sweater. She couldn't even see him and she thought he looked handsome.

He smiled, rubbing the side of his invisible face with a gloved hand. As his clothes slowly started to fade with his own chemically invisible body.

And while she blabbered about whatever, he slowly came up to her side and put a gloved hand on her shoulder, joining the conversation.

⚰️🧡 ~○End○~ 🧡⚰️

Tags: @sennamybeloved (creator of prompts)

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benzjr · 25 days

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Dancefest, Chapter 9: There’s a Raging Fire and It Burns So Near

After a little hiatus (induced through a lack of finished chapter art, because that too hasn't changed since the old days), we approach the unimaginable climax of the second half of Dancefest.

As the sun sets in California, a new threat rises. Josh is more uncertain in himself than ever. Is he willing to take on the new foe taking flight? Will all his careful planning to keep his super-secret hidden unravel under the lights?

This is sort of the first half of a two-chapter arc; it just seemed fitting to end this piece of the story where it did when I got to it, because it was getting clear the whole thing would be too big for a single chapter. And so, you'll be left in suspense! At least for a week or two.

Featuring a further little cameo from @whynotzoidbergdotorg's old Supernoobs OC Yolanda Garcia. She's probably been seen more in the Josh Carter universe than her home Mavis Zero stories at this point.

Previously in Dancefest: 1 & 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

A Future Super-Something, the first story: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Perfect Disasters, the second story: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Over and Out, the third story: 1 & 2 3 4 5

Diamonds on the Rebound, the fourth story

Reminiscence, the fifth story

A Hero’s Prelude, the sixth story: 1 2 3

#supernoobs #josh carter oc #supernoobs oc #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction

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evermorehqs · 6 months

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CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Samuel Bela is based on Bela from Hotel Transylvania 2. He is an immortal vampire, cemetery janitor, and uses he/him pronouns. He has the power of flight, shifting, enhanced smell and super strength. Bela is portrayed by Thomas Doherty and he is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Ah, humans — the bane of his existence. Not once had Bela ever had a use for them. They were dangerous, they were savage, but most importantly, they were... disgusting. It wasn't that he feared them being a threat. He simply hated them. Imagine his shock when he found out that his longtime boss and most trusted companion's grandson was half human. And he was siding with him, a hybrid, over Bela, who was starting to feel like the only one with any common sense left. He had to take matters into his own hands, sure Vlad would thank him in the end. Unfortunately, the man didn't take too kindly to the attempted murder of his young family member, which left Bela not only job-less, but, as a very old bat stuck in his ways, completely alone. After being fired, his disdain for humanity, and Dennis in specific, only grew stronger. He swore he would get back at him if it was the last thing he did. And after practicing his patience for far longer than he'd like, it seemed like the situation was practically falling into his lap. One day out of the blue, he received whispers of the kid showing up in a quaint little town, far away from Vlad and his son. A town he couldn't leave. In Evermore, there was only Mavis to keep him safe, and she would be none the wiser. She'd never seen Bela in his... less attractive form. So off he went, ready to exact the sweet revenge he'd dreamt of for years. He had to play nice, mingle with far more humans than he wished, pretend to enjoy their company... but it would be worth it in the end when he eliminated a pesky human and got revenge on his previous boss. A two for one deal.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Angel Jookiba: He can smell the difference between human and monster, but this one is... neither? A scent that is unfamiliar to him, something he doesn't come across often after hundreds of years alive, Bela can't help but be... curious. ❀ Sophie Hatter: She may be a special human, but she's still a human, and he has no use for that. Bela can't deny she's one of the prettiest he's ever seen, though... ❀ Lloyd Oberson: A right annoyance, this kid seems to think he's all that and no human is all that. If Bela wasn't set on Dennnis, Lloyd would be the first to go.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

#tw murder #thomas doherty #hotel transylvania #hotel transylvania 2 #taken male #taken bio #male bio #has powers

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queersrus · 1 year

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Bird theme

general bird theme

tagging: @bpdxhoardic, @s-hinobun

owl, parrot

(Nick)Names:

bird, birdi/birdie/birdy, birdette, birdley, beak, blue, bill, byrd, byrdi/byrdie/byrdy, berd, berdi/berdie/berdy, birdo, budgy/budgie, birdine/byrdine/berdine, bittern wing, wren feather, feasant, falcon, fiacre, fugl, fugel, fagel song owl, oiseau, ocell, ocellu ave, ava, avi, avia, aviar, aviary, arden, alouette, avis, aviana, avion, arno, adler, arvid, audette, amsel, avem, aderyn, allen, avocet crow, chick, callum, circe, chirp, corbin, colm, colombe, columbia, canary, caique, chickadee dove, duck, dipper hen, hawk, hoot, hooty, hum/humm, hummer, humming, hunter sparrow, stork, swan, shiri pheasant, pelican, prey, phoenix, paloma, peregrine, peregrina, paxaro, pouli, poulaki, ptashka, ptitsa, pasare, ptica, ptashynyy, ptakh, parrot, parakee, parakeet, pidgy, pidgin/pidgen/pigeon, pidove, pidge, plovar, plover, perch, percher raven, robin eagle, ezio, eun, ean, egg, eggbirt/egbirt/eggbert/egbert kite, kestrel/kestral quail, quill jay, jonah, jonas gavin, game, gannet, geese, goose mavis, merle, merula, merel, madar vulture, vogel, vorona, vtak, vtaci lark, lonan, lind, lintu, loon talon, teal, teyr, tweet, tweety/tweeti/tweetie ucello nest, nester

1stp prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

bi/bii/bir/birdine/birdself wi/win/wing/wingine/wingself fi/fea/feath/feathine/featherself bi/bea/beak/beakine/beakself ei/egg/eggs/eggine/eggself ti/tal/talon/taline/talonself ni/ne/nes/nestine/nestself twi/twee/tweet/tweetine/tweetself pi/pe/per/perchine/perchself bi/bii/bill/billine/billself chi/chii/chir/chirpine/chirpself

2ndp prns: you/your/yours/yourself

bo/bir/birds/birdself wo/wingr/wingrs/wingrself fo/feather/feathers/featherself bo/beakr/beakrs/beakrself eo/eggr/eggrs/eggrself to/talonr/talonr/talonrself no/nester/nesters/nesterself two/tweeter/tweeters/tweeterself po/percher/perchers/percherself bo/billr/billrs/billrself cho/chir/chirpers/chirpself

3rdp prns: they/them/theirs/themself

bi/bird/birds/birdslef bi/ird, bird/birds wi/wing/wings/wingself wi/ing, wing/wings bea/beak/beaks/beakself e/egg/eggs/eggself eg/egg, egg/eggs tal/talon/talons/talonself tal/on, talon/talons nes/nest/nests/nestself ne/est, nest/nests, nest/nester nest/nesting twe/tweet/tweets/tweetself twee/tweet, twe/eet, tweet/tweets tweet/tweeting song/bird water/bird per/perch/perches/perchself per/ch, per/erch, perch/perches perch/perching bi/bill/bills/billself bi/ill, bill/bills phea/pheasant/pheasants/pheasantself phea/sant, pheasant/pheasants chi/chirp/chirps/chirpself chi/irp, chirp/chirps

Titles

the bird, the bird of prey, the small bird, the waterbird, the songbird, the flightless bird, the migrator, the migrating bird, the one who migrates, the one who tweets, the one who chirps, the nest, the nest of eggs, the egg, the wing, the falling feather, the winged one, the nester, the nesting bird, the caretaker of birds, the bird trainer, the bird owner, the birds nest, the feathered one, the one with talons, the one with feathers, the pretty bird

(prn) who chirps, (prn) who tweets, (prn) who nests, (prn) who flies, (prn) who cannot fly, (prn) who dives for prey, (prn) who lays eggs, (prn) who cares for bird, (prn) who trains birds, (prn) who is bird-like, (prn) who is winged, (prn) who takes flight, (prn) who cannot take flight, (prn) who has feathers, (prn) who is feathered

this bird, this bird of prey, this songbird, this waterbird, this bird trainer, this nest, this birds nest, this wing, this feather, this winged hunter, this small bird, this pretty bird

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battybela · 6 months

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death tw

bela has been on this earth for a very, very, very long time. a pure blooded vampire that grew up within the infamous vlad dracula's clan. he worked hard within his ranks since he was a boy to become vlad's most trusted advisor and companion, so it's safe to say it was all he knew most of his life.

he has seen many vampires come and go; he's seen a lot of their demise by the hands of humans. the way he was raised was that humans were nothing more than a food source. their hearts beat, they aged way more rapidly than vampires did and they believed they were the superior species. at least that is how bela saw them since they took the time out of their pitiful human lives to kill his kind off.

for a while. vlad had seen his side in regards to humans and they lived their lives the way true vampires do. growing a distaste for his human appearance, vlad spent a good amount of centuries in his bat form. his bat was large and menacing and he liked looking that way. he wasn't seeking a mate or trying to impress; he was just living his life authentically.

bela was proud to serve the dracula bloodline once. at least until the hybrids starting popping up. it was a disgrace to one of the most powerful and oldest names! and the worst part was he seemed to be the only one with a real problem with that. their kind was dying in his eyes. being tainted with human blood. it just was not right! he doesn't regret going after poor dennis, he regrets not getting the job done. he lost everything because of a hybrid and that only fueled his hatred more.

being outcasted from his home showed bela that he really was out of touch with the way things were these days. he had spent so many centuries living the old ways that in order to even get close to his revenge, he needed to start working in the new ways. he shed his bat form back to his apparently handsome and more approachable human-like form and spent a good amount of time learning the tricks of the trade. of course his lingo is still outdated at times and his patience for a lot of the current trends is non-existent, but he has gotten pretty good at fooling the humans around him.

he used to never go by his first name, samuel, but now that he is in evermore it is the only name he is going by. he can't let mavis figure out his plans and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't having a bit of fun tricking the world around him.

finding a blood source to his liking in evermore is proving to be a bit difficult. he has had to go fairly old school in seducing his victims and biting them but not killing and yadda yadda yadda. blood bags are alright, but they hardly satisfy his appetite. he's found that his normal form is quite appealing to others so at least he has that to his advantage.

he likes to occupy bars and clubs the most. mostly to hunt for a meal but every now and then he has a little fun. he likes to sleep around and he isn't planning on settling down anytime soon, especially in evermore of all places. he's too revenge driven to find himself thinking about people as more than quick entertainment or an addition to his kill list.

his biggest downfall is his temper. of course he has trained himself to not fly off the handle in a literal sense or figurative one as easily as he did with his time serving vlad, but every now and then it still slips.

he honestly has no plans past his revenge. once he gets his revenge he has no idea what he is going to do next. he hates to admit it to himself, but all he has ever known was serving vlad. hurting vlad will not get his job back, so he figures his moves after dennis is to take vlad's entire family out or...or nothing, really.

absolutely hates kids. he does not want a single kid in his life. he doesn't even like to be near them. gross creatures, huge no.

his hobby is actually the one thing about him nobody expects. he really enjoys listening to podcasts. especially about the supernatural because he knows the humans are wrong. he likes to talk to himself about how wrong the humans got it.

never ask the man of his body count. the answer to both options is not something anyone would enjoy knowing.

he isn't really pretending to be human, but he isn't outing himself as a vampire outright either. his fashion taste probably gives him away more than his actions. he has never dressed down a day in his life! he doesn't even know what sweatpants are!

does not get technology. he has a phone because he knows he needs one but he hardly knows how to use it aside from accepting calls. he has no contacts saved. no apps aside from the basics. it drives him batty to see people on their phones 24/7. he feels like they are missing out on the real world and the bounties of nature!

his apartment is humbling for him. he likes flashy things but he doesn't want to give away too much of himself. most of what he owns is stolen, despite getting a job, and he doesn't let anyone over anyways so it hardly matters (to him).

he is quite fond of the theater. he likes to see the local plays and while he'll probably never admit it, he used to really love performing. shakespeare is his weakness, it is true.

#🦇 you can have my isolation; you can have the hate that it brings || hcs.#intro #death tw

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