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I have been binging your work!

I don't know if this breaks your trauma rule or not, but (with the guys of your choosing as long as Ratio is there) how would the guys react to losing reader (they haven't confessed feelings yet) during a mission and thinking they died. Then, the reader reappears a week later bandaged up, but alive. Maybe spouts their confession first? ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

I adore your writing. Thank you!

This is way too fucking long, so be warned. It’s like I rammed 4 mini stories in one but got lost at some point cuz I left this ask to collect dust. Also thanks for enjoying my writing it’s much appreciated. :) 🦦🐿️

Sunday:

The moment he got news that you’ve been assumed dead in the aftermath of a dangerous mission, he looses composure really quickly.

Loosing Robin was one thing but loosing you on top of that was the straw that broke the camels back.

He originally doesn’t believe that you were gone, he refuses to as he practically tears his office to shreds in a fit of anger and grief before forcing himself to regain composure and clean up after his outburst. He needed to in order to keep up the illusion that he was the levelheaded leader The Family needed in these moments of chaos and mistrust.

Even if he himself was breaking down internally alongside everyone else, hellbent on finding the culprit for your death and punishing them so severely that they’d beg for death. He’d avenge you in anyway he could, even if it meant sending out the bloodhound family on a wild goose chase that only ends in dead ends, he would get you justice no matter how it may come.

His heart had died alongside you that day.

So when a week passes and he finally has you back in his arms, all the while being carful with your wounds as his eyes searched you over in a way you weren’t use to.

‘You’re alive.’ He breathes out in relief as he then begins to laugh and rest his head against yours, breathing you in deeply as he relishes in this long awaited moment. ‘Of course you’re alive.’ He mutters.

‘Sunday,’ you began but Sunday was quite to cut you off.

‘Do you know how I felt thinking you were dead? Driving myself insane to prove that you were still alive anyway I could as not to bear the idea of walking through this life without the one person I love so dearly.’ Sunday takes a brief pauses in his monologue, feeling out of breath after having put everything out into the open before continuing. ‘I thought my heart had stopped beating that day and now I have you bad in my arms.’ Sunday then chuckles darkly as he gripped you tighter. ‘I’ll ensure that I’d never have to revisit that part of my life ever again.’

‘Sunday-‘

‘Shhh.’ Sunday cuts you off once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. ‘Just know that what I do after this, I do out of my love for you.’ He says against your forehead before pressing another kiss there for good measure.

Jing yuan:

Loss wasn’t new to Jing Yuan.

He has experienced it in multiple forms throughout his life, but that didn’t made the news of your death any less painful for the General.

While his mind might’ve made peace with the fact that you were gone, his heart however did not as he would find himself in the places that you often vacated to in moments of stress, or to just be left alone for a while with your thoughts. So to no longer see you in any of those hidden spots -waiting for him to find you like you usually did- only worsened the grief he felt in his heart as he sat himself down and allowed the memories to pass over him in waves.

You were both so happy together and felt a sense of fulfilment that could only be achieved when you were within the other’s presence; A feeling that was uniquely yours and yours alone that could never be replicated, ever. For no one could ever come close to replacing you, nor the companionship you and he had for each other that many assumed would blossom into something more; Jing Yuan also shared the same sentiments as they did, but just as he built the courage to push that boundary between the two of you, you were taken from him before he could utter a single word.

So when a week passes and Jing Yuan found your battered and beaten form in one of your secret spots, back resting against a tree with your eyes closed.

‘Y/n?’ He called out and your eyes opened upon hearing his voice and looking at him with a weak smile. ‘Hey General, miss me?’ You said as you struggled to get up to your feet, only to stumble forward and into Jing Yuan’s chest as his strong yet gentle hands hold you in place.

‘More than you could ever hope to know.’ Jing yuan said as he focused on how you felt beneath his hands, warm and alive.

‘I’m sorry I kept you waiting.’ You muttered against his chest as his warmth made you realised just how tired you were from everything you’ve experienced this last week alone. ‘I never meant to keep you waiting in fear that you’d forget about me if I don’t stay in your life long enough.’ You admit and Jing Yuan instinctively presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding you protectively.

‘I could never forget about you my beloved.’ Jing Yuan reassured you as he looked you deep into your eyes. ‘You’ve managed to carve your place within my heart and soul, so much that there isn’t a day where you aren’t all I think about, regardless of whether or not your by my side or far away.’ He finished by pressing a gentle kiss to the gauze on your cheek, chuckling upon seeing your cute attempts of burrowing your face into his chest.

‘How long have you’ve been waiting to say this.’ You asked, thankful that he was the one to admit his feelings first, as you would’ve had a hard time articulating your words as fluidly as he could.

‘For a very long time.’ Jing Yuan replied with a small smile as he then proceeded to lift you into his arms, cuasing you to squeal in surprise, as he made sure to be carful of your wounds and began walking to the nearest medics to make sure your wounds weren’t going to be trouble later on.

Aventurine:

He didn’t know what to think when you were pronounced dead, all Aventurine could feel in that moment was an overwhelming numbness that encased him entirely.

The only light left in his life had been snuffed out, plummeting him into utter and total darkness he had once been well acquainted with until you came along, giving him a reason to keep looking forward despite everything.

You were no longer here to hold onto his left hand before he could even think of hiding it behind his back out of habit, you were no longer here to be his reason, his comfort, his safe place. You were taken away from him unfairly and once again Aventurine found himself asking the same question he has been asking himself for a long time; why everyone was born into this life just to die.

So when a week passes and Aventurine finds himself sat on a bench somewhere, still not dealing well then than he was the week of your assumed passing, lost in his own thoughts when someone took a seat next to him. Aventurine was just about ready to tell them to go away, when he saw just who was sitting next to him; you.

‘I know, I look like shit but you don’t have to look at me like that.’ You spoke upon feeling his eyes gaze upon the gauze on your cheek, then towards the array of bandages that littered the rest of your body.

‘I thought you died.’ He hissed, emotion was heavy in his voice as his eyes became bleary with unshed tears as he felt his breathing become heavy with the reality that you were alive. He didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t in that moment as his mind raced. And it wasn’t until you reached out to grasp his left hand and intertwine your fingers together, squeezing, did everything finally became clear to him.

‘I thought I was too at one point but there was something that kept me from journeying over to the afterlife.’ You admit, looking over at him and smiling sweetly, wanting nothing then to calm his thoughts and reassure him that this wasn’t a dream.

‘And what was that?’ He laughs humourlessly as he stares back at you, wanting to hear what excuses you could come up with for faking being dead for a week. ‘Willpower? Determination?’

‘You Kakavasha.’ You replied straightforwardly and his breath hitched in his throat. You rarely used his actual name unless it was absolutely serious. ‘You were all I thought about as I pushed through my injuries.’ You told him as you continued. ‘Kakavasha is waiting for me was just about all I could think about for a week straight.’ You finished as though you didn’t just confess that he was your soul motivator in staying alive.

‘Really?’ Aventurine said softly, finding it impossible that he could possibly be your reason for anything. ‘Why?’

‘Yes really.’ You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you rested your head against his shoulder. ‘As for why, it’s because I like you more then did let myself admit, but i just wanted you to know incase anything truly bad were to ever happen to me-‘

‘No.’ Aventurine cut you off suddenly, squeezing your hand as though he were afraid. ‘Nothing is going to happen to you, not now. not ever. I just got you back.’ He adds resting his head against your own in a desperate attempt of feeling more of your against him. ‘Just stay with me…please.’ He begs you in a whisper as he nuzzled further into you. ‘and don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I don’t think I can bear the thought of loosing you again.’

You smiled softly as you just whispered back against the skin of his neck. ‘As long as you don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I like my crush to be alive and close by even if he can be a pain in my ass sometimes.’

Aventurine chuckles, his heart becoming whole again as he made you cuddle into his side, kissing your head once more as you took this moment to familiarise yourselves with each other. ‘At least I’m a pleasurable pain in the ass.’ He teased and you pinch his side, causing him to flinch, but his smile remained and this time his smile was genuine.

His light has came home.

Ratio:

Fully believed that he’d see you when the mission ended, knowing just how talented and dedicated to the craft you were, and having faith that this would be a measly walk in a park for you.

Only to receive word that you were one of the many who were assumed dead when you weren’t found amongst the living nor the dead.

Veritas tries to remain as levelheaded and logical as possible during this time and continue life as normal. However found himself retracting from everyone else and going none contact, more so specifically with the people you were once associated with, and instead focused heavily on his studies and academics to an unhealthy extent.

A week passes and Veritas feels as though he’s seen a ghost the moment he saw you in his peripheral vision, bandaged and dressed in ripped clothing but still somehow finding it in you to smile.

‘You idiotic Buffon!’ He exclaims as he walks towards you.

‘Well that’s a nice way to greet someone you care about.’ You replied as you readied yourself for a massive rant about how stupid you were and so on, but instead you were held against his chest as he burrows his head into your neck.

‘I thought you died.’ He says in a whisper as he breathed you in. This went against all logic but in that rare moment Veritas didn’t care, you were alive but he still couldn’t let go of the fact that you didn’t tell anyone you were still alive. ‘Why didn’t you tell anyone that you were alive, send a signal, anything.’

You shrugged as you made yourself comfortable in his strong arms. ‘All communications were badly damaged or completely cut off.’ You told him. ‘I was on my own for a long while before finding my way back to you.’

‘Me?’ Veritas asked, pulling away from you. ‘Why not a medial facility for a proper treatment of your wounds? Have you hit your head so hard that common sense had been left on the back burner when making that decision?’

‘I wanted to see you first you dickhead!’ You exclaimed, shutting Veritas up rather quickly with your confession but you didn’t care. ‘is it so wrong of me to let the man I love know that I’m okay? So go ahead and call me an idiot all you like but that won’t change the fact that I felt more fear about not telling you how I truly feel then dying on some stupid mission.’ You finished your rant.

‘You’re insufferable.’ Veritas said after a moment of silence and you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at this that you didn’t notice that Veritas has began to close in the distance between the two of you.

You scoffed. ‘Oh sure call me insufferable as if you-‘ Veritas cuts you off by cupping your cheeks and planting a sweet short lived kiss against your lips before pulling away with a smirk.

‘Glad to know that the feelings are reciprocated.’ He says, taking enjoyment of rendering you speechless as he gently guided you to medical, and remaining by your side for the remainder of the day.

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scromchz · 11 months

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v for vendetta | elw (m.)

— your boss has seemingly had it out for you since day one.

contents. mean boss!ellie williams/intern!reader | smut, fluff | 3.1k

warnings. kinda loser!ellie, jelly ellie, cursing, mdni - smut, fingering, mild spit kink.

note. a reupload from prev blog with same name, with some edits. its a wee bit cringe to me so be prepared. but people seemed to like it so enjoy and happy pride month <3

Getting your foot into the corporate world was never going to be easy. You knew this before you even applied for the summer internship at the DarkHorse Tech conglomerate, well aware that you'd have to claw your way up from rock bottom without so much as chipping a manicured nail. But you were optimistic; freshly graduated from college, and ready to take the challenge head-on.

That was before you met Ellie Williams.

Boss to the company, and your personal tormenter. She made hell seem like a cozy vacation spot.

What you did to get under her skin was a mystery. Hell, you didn't even report to her directly. There were at least three meat shields between you and her within the hierarchy. But somewhere, somehow, you blipped onto her radar, and you have stayed there like a bad stain ever since.

She made your work life an agonizing affair, and nothing you ever did seem to please her. If anything it had the opposite effect. Paperwork you'd spent hours agonizing over was always a 'complete mess', and she'd keep you after hours in her office to belittle you without ever correcting any so-called mistakes.

She shoulder-checked you in the hallway and picked apart your appearance when nobody was around. It didn't matter if you were wearing a grandma sweater and a floor-length, shapeless skirt. She threatened to write you up for a dress code violation like you showed up in your birthday suit for casual Fridays.

You were sent on wild goose chases disguised as coffee runs to places that didn't even exist, then berated for arriving late and empty-handed. Or god forbid, with Starbucks. You were supposed to be doing data entry, for fucks sake. And if you were to so much as smile at one of your coworkers she would pop out of nowhere to tell you off for slacking, like a damn high-school hall monitor.

Anytime you tried to voice your grievances to your manager, they'd give you a sympathetic smile. What she says goes, they'd awkwardly relay, she's the boss.

There was nothing you could do. She wielded all the power and flaunted it outright. During the mandatory bullying and harassment presentation she even singled you out, asking by name if you had any questions or if there was anything you 'didn't understand'. Message received.

Today was no different.

She'd sent a pristine pile of cardstock flying out of your hands and onto the floor, tsking at you for being clumsy when she'd purposefully swiped at them. You had to get on your knees and meticulously pick up each one, all the while she loomed over you, a smug smile on her annoyingly perfect face.

Of course, you had to sacrifice your break to grab Ellie her own lunch from across town. While your coworkers got to enjoy their downtime in the breakroom you'd seen the inside of twice. You were exhausted, dropping her food off at her desk while she pretended you weren't there, but you couldn't even be bothered to care. That's not to say you didn't feel her eyes burning into your backside when you left.

What you didn't see was the furrow in her brows, concern lacing her heated gaze when she saw you were empty-handed. She knew for a fact she told you to get something for yourself when she handed over her card. Strike number one of the day. Not taking care of yourself was unacceptable.

She kept a close eye on you through her one-way office window, which was easy considering she had your desk moved directly into her line of sight. You were hunched over your desk, periodically wiping at your tired eyes to keep focused.

Then your shit-stick fellow interns had the gall to shirk their duties onto you. Like rolling around in daddy's money made them incapable of using a fax machine. And you, sweet, sweet you, had the nerve to weakly smile and say no problem. Ellie's eyes narrowed, aggressively chewing on her straw like an angry gremlin. Oh, there's a fucking problem all right. Strike number two.

As the clock neared five-thirty, you were nearly home free. If only office fuckboy extraordinaire hadn't waltzed over to you. What happened next made Ellie see red.

He made you blush. Oh, hell no.

Faster than you could kindly reject Brad's offer to take you out, the door to Ellie's office swung open. The force smacked it harshly into the adjoining wall.

She dismissed everyone for the day, and in the same breath barked out your name. "In my office," her tone left no room for disagreements. "Now."

Brad sucked in his teeth, offering a 'good luck' before high tailing it out of there along with the rest of the office. You could already hear whispers of your name, musings of what you did this time to warrant such an explosive reaction. Nobody envied you.

With shaky limbs, you stood, cowering under the weight of her glare. She held open the door, forcing you to brush against her suit-clad chest. The click of the lock sent a shiver down your spine.

"Sit," she commanded. But clicked her tongue when you slid into your usual seat in front of her desk. "No, not there."

You looked around in confusion, thinking you'd misheard her over your thunderous heartbeat. She looked expectant. Not to mention pissed.

But a cursory scan of the room confirms your thoughts. There were no chairs besides Ellie's, and the one you occupied.

You were used to her outlandish demands, but this was a whole new level. She was being difficult just to be difficult. Did she expect you to sit criss-cross apple sauce at her feet?

You pause, reigning in your irritation. "I don't understand. Ms. Williams, is—“

Angling your neck in her direction, your speech falters. She's much closer than you anticipated. Leaning down, her face was mere inches from your own. Your cheeks heat, and you're momentarily struck by her looks from up close.

It pains you to admit it, after everything she's put you through. The very person who makes you dread waking up in the morning can make your tummy flutter at the same beat. She was good-looking, objectively speaking. With the whole freckle-faced, green-eyed thing going on.

Plus she smelled good. Ugh.

Ellie's jaw clenches. "No. I don't think you do."

Before you can respond, probably with an unprofessional what the fuck, she's yanking you up out of your seat. You sputter, skin burning from the contact of her hand wrapped around your elbow. She uses it to maneuver you like a rag doll.

She purposefully steps forward as you stumble off-balanced and careen into her. Just when you think things couldn't get any stranger, Ellie abandons her hold on your arm, hooking around your waist instead, pressing your entire front into hers.

Her arms cage into you on either side of the desk, and it digs into your backside. "Your behavior today has been unacceptable. I should write you up—"

Something in you snaps.

"Then do it!" You cut in. You'd heard this exact spiel a hundred times over. And despite her numerous threats, your record remained spotless. "I am so sick of this. What'd I even do to make you hate me so much?!"

Momentarily, you seem to stun her. Weakly she mutters, "I don't hate you."

"Yeah right," you scoff, throwing propriety out the window.

Both of you were crossing lines, and you had to accept that you'd likely be out of a job come morning. She was the boss, after all. Blinking away an onslaught of tears, you focus over her shoulder at the beige walls.

She doesn't let you avoid her gaze for long. To your dismay, both her hands grip your face, forcing you to meet her frantic eyes.

"I- fuck, I don't. Seriously. I just," her voice actually cracked. Panic gripped her clear as day, a stark contrast to her typical nonchalant persona. It kept you from stomping on her foot and high tailing it out of there, if only just to see this through and get some long-awaited answers. "I never meant to— oh, fuck it."

Her chapped lips crashed into yours and time stopped. She was actually kissing you.

Frozen and wide-eyed, you see firsthand the way she melts. Her eyes flutter shut, pressing into you as close as possible so that you're forced backward — a few pens clattering off the desk

Never in your wildest dreams did you foresee this outcome. But for some inexplicable reason, you kiss her back.

Despite your shock, or the questions on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes shut, and your lips finally move against hers. A deep moan is pulled from the depths of her chest and into the slick heat of your mouth.

Grabbing at the lapels on Ellie's suit, you're pleased by how she bends to your whims, arching into you. Her hands wander, a timid quality you would've never attributed to her. She gives your lips chase when you pull away with a wet pwap.

"Why does this feel so, fuck-" you dazedly pant into her spit-slicked mouth. "So good."

"I can make you feel even better," she rushes out, thumbs massaging mindless circles into your hips. She looks drunk, glassy-eyed and flushed pink. "If you let me. Please."

Please. What a trip. You had half a mind to search the room for hidden prank-show cameras.

This new power you seem to hold over her thrums in your veins. It overshadows any lingering doubts, muting the little voice in your head that says this is a bad idea. Instead, you give into the giddy feeling, letting it rush to your head like fizzy soda bubbles.

Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, you nod. "Then touch me."

Her eyes light up like a kid on christmas, and her lips stretch into a toothy smile. It's crooked—but hell, is it cute.

Ellie hitches your legs around her hips and pulls your weight into her arms, all the while lavishing your neck with deep sucks. Mindlessly she says things like sweet girl, and even a succession of garbled thank you's. It throws you for a loop; but you can’t deny the way it makes you ache.

Kicking the rolling chair out of the way, she takes you both down to the carpeted floor, laying you gently beneath her. After getting the green light, her hesitation melts away.

Slipping under your shirt, she hungrily palms your tits beneath your bra. The tips of her fingers are calloused, but that fact only seems to heighten your pleasure when they pinch your nipple. With the hand other cradling your skull, she licks into your mouth.

Distracted by her sweet taste, you're caught off guard when Ellie jams a knee between your thighs, forcing out a squeaky, embarrassing moan.

"Fuck," she detaches with a pop, sounding awestruck. Resting her forehead against yours, she peers down. If only she could burn the image of you grinding against her, she would; driven further mad by the feeling of your hot cunt, searing even through the layers separating you.

Suddenly she sits up, shedding her suit jacket and rolling her sleeves to the elbow. She's the picture of sin. Somehow you never realized she was so toned— and, is that a tattoo?

You follow her lead, wriggling out of your blouse and tossing it aside. She helps you with the rest of your clothes, eagerly dragging down your skirt and leaving you in just a pair of cotton panties and a bra. You shy under her unwavering stare, not used to feeling so seen.

"You're unreal," she breathes, resting her hand on your tummy. Her stare lingers on your clothed pussy, the wetness seeping through making it mold to your puffy lips. A proud smirk appears on her face. "You're soaking, fuck. Do ya' always get this wet?"

You squirm, grabbing hold of her wrist. Not to stop her, just with the intention to anchor yourself. "Ms. Will-"

"Ellie," she corrects. She splays her long fingers and slides downwards, stopping to fully cup your heat. "Can I?"

"Yes," you whine, feverish with need. Ellie glides your underwear down your legs, knocking your knees together and pushing them toward your chest for easier access. Once off, she stuffs them into her pocket with zero shame.

Hunkering down, she grips your inner thighs, thumbs maddeningly close to where you're throbbing for her. Splaying them wide for her viewing pleasure, she sucks in a breath and the first sight of your glistening cunt.

"Knew your pussy would be cute," her husky voice drawls. She spreads your sticky folds with her index and middle finger, a string of slick keeping them connected. Exposing your flushed clit and twitching hole, she puckers her lips and with a puh, spits directly inside. Fucking hell— your hips buck, brain short-circuiting.

She doesn't let you get far. Ellie just chuckles, pinning your lower belly with her forearm. Now that she had you like this, there was no running away. Not when you'd only gotten a taste of the pleasure she intended to bestow.

She massages your opening with her thumb, just dipping the tip inside to ease you into it, feeling like sweet torture. Your core gets all cramped up from clenching around nothing, winding yourself up up up. Finally, she slips two of those long fingers inside, knuckle deep.

Scrambling for purchase, your grip finds her wrist like a bracelet. It seems to be your go-to, and you carve out a permanent place there with your nails. So slowly it aches, she bottoms out before tentatively thrusting.

"Oh m'god," you babble, eyes rolling. "oh m'god, you're inside me. I can feel you inside—!"

Ellie shudders, both at your words and the feel of your hot, wet cunt wrapped around her. Taking a deep breath is a mistake; she just gets a lungful of your heady scent. Combined with the feeling of you soaking her hand, her eyes full on roll to the back of her head

"Jesus." Her palm slips up your stomach, taking in every tense of muscle as an orgasm winds up in your core.

Tucking her fingers up in search of your special little spot, Ellie prods a bit before bingo — you clench up tight. You can't think, let alone speak. You can't recall a time you'd ever come so fast, but every curl of her fingers has you climbing up higher and higher to that peak.

Needing to be closer, Ellie plants her free forearm next to your head, upping the pace with her other hand. It grants her a front-row seat to every micro-expression you make, and she tailors her movements to what has you reacting best.

"Look at me," she murmurs, nose grazing your cheek. It takes a moment to comply, her voice sounding far away like you're underwater. "Good girl."

"El," you gasp, legs beginning to shake. Your eyes locked, begging for something.

"I know," she hushes, pecking your lips. She watches with bated breath the way your face crumples when her palm fits against your aching clit. It's just what you need, and your thighs keep her trapped there, grinding back and forth.

In a matter of seconds that feel like a lifetime, you reach your breaking point, cumming around her fingers. Every spasm pushes out a wave of stringy-slick, dribbling down her curled wrist and onto the floor. You don't envy the poor soul who will have to clean it up.

Ellie gently eases you back down to earth, shushing you softly. You can't recall when she slipped out, but from the corner of your eye, you see her stuff them into her mouth.

"Shit," you mutter. As the haze of lust starts to clear up, regret takes its place. You just let your boss, who gets their rocks off making you miserable, finger you on the floor of her office. God dammit--

"Hey," she says gently. It's the opposite reaction you're expecting. Instead of kicking you out, she sits you up, slipping her big jacket around you. When you're decent, she grabs and cradles your hand in two of hers. "I meant what I said. I don't hate you. The opposite, actually."

"Wha-" at first you tilt your head in confusion. Then you really take her in. The shifty eyes, the way she’s pulling at her fingers, those red capped ears of hers. Everything clicks. Oh. "Oh."

It never escaped you how she never paid anyone else the same level of attention. That even at its worst, she never truly hurt you. Just menaced you enough to become a fixture in your life.

"Yeah," she trails off.

"If you're serious, I need you to promise me something."

Ellie's gaze snaps to yours, completely moon-eyed. Reinvigorated, she laces your fingers together, planting a kiss on your knuckles. "Anything."

"One, no more bullshit."

She winces but readily agrees. "Of course."

"And two," you continue before she can jump the gun. "You take me out on a real date."

This gets you a real kiss. "I'll fly you to fucking Paris, whatever you want. Money is no obstacle."

You laugh against her lips. Jesus, this girl. "How about dinner and a movie to start."

"Fuck yeah. Sounds perfect."

For a few minutes, you bask in the moment, exchanging kisses before beginning to redress. Balancing with a hand on the desk to get your shoes on, you pause, suddenly remembering something.

“Can we circle back to the seat thing?” You ask, referencing her ridiculous demand from earlier. “Where were you even going with that?”

It takes a few seconds for your question to register, her mind and body still fuzzy. Then she flushes red, from her neck to the tips of her ears. Was she blushing? Now you were beyond intrigued.

“The desk,” she stutters. Your big scary boss actually stutters. “I was gonna, you know,” she clears her throat as if to dislodge the words.

Your grin is cheshire. “No, I don’t.”

“Like in the movies n’ stuff,” it’s as if it pains her to admit this. You eat it up. “I was gonna clear off the desk and make you sit there. It was supposed to be... sexy.”

You can’t help it. You laugh. “By 'clear' do you mean toss onto the floor?" You ask, eyeing the very breakable cutter on her desk. The image makes you laugh even harder, bellyaching. "You know that would’ve scared the shit out of me, right?”

Her pout deepens. Ellie buries her face into your neck, muffling her voice. “Shut up.”

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lovemadethemdoit · 10 months

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Hangster FIC RECS (complete fics only!) 🤠💘🐓

There are some high-quality long fics in this fandom and I’m sharing my faves with you because I’m nice (and selfish and want these authors to write more fics, duh.). Promise me one thing though? If you read a fic off my list and love it? Leave a comment for the author. They’ll be PSYCHED and write more. Possibly.

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********* wanting (18641 words) by bottledyarn

Additional Tags: Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Internalized Homophobia, Pining, Banter, Slow Burn, Getting Together, First Kiss, Suicidal Thoughts, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Needs a Hug, Canon Timeline, Canon Compliant, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Emotionally Repressed, 5+1 Things, Sort Of, 6+2 things, Jake can't emote and I can't count, Character Study

Summary:

Six times Jake Seresin assumes Bradley Bradshaw is something he can want but can't have, and how he learns the truth.

Jake Seresin is very good at a few things. Flying, obviously. Pissing people off. Wanting things he can't have.

But he's never been very good at dealing with Bradley Bradshaw.

During the mission, Jake is just trying his best to be better.

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hold me through the shakes (7477 words) by spiritsontheroof

Additional Tags: Hurt Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Mentally, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Post-Canon, Pining Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Exes, Getting Back Together, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Nightmares, Canon-Typical Violence, it's like. lightly discussed, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

Bradley spills hot coffee on his hand three days into their post-mission leave.

It’s not until he can’t get the bandage over the blister that he realizes his hands are shaking.

***

I Long For You (To Hold Me Ardently) (10265 words) by perishablealex

Additional Tags: POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Canon Compliant, Light Angst, Pining, Kinda?, Smut, Getting Together

Summary:

“We don't have to talk about it.” His eyes dart away from Bradley’s face, afraid that they will betray just how much he wants to talk about it, that they will reveal the vulnerability Jake feels in that moment, caught in a momentary suspension of time. The moment feels unreal with the golden light pouring over piano tiles long forgotten in his childhood, the man at his side that feels close enough to reach but not quite hold, the way that time stretches like molasses, sweet yet torturously slow and thick.

“I think we should, don’t you?”

Or: Rooster and Hangman sleep together after the mission without realizing that it may not have been meaningless for either of them.

***

No One Can Find The Rewind Button (71073 words) by FabuMazX

Additional Tags: Mpreg, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Accidental Pregnancy, Mentions of miscarriage, IceMav are the best granddads

Summary:

It was only one night. But that's all it takes, isn't it?

Bradley and Jake are on good terms since the mission. Friends even. But they're not together, not like that. So why the universe decided to force them together with an unexpected surprise is anybody's guess.

***

something to be sheltered (19075 words) by MayWilder

Additional Tags: Found Family, Post-Mission, Meet the Family, Beau "Cyclone" Simpson is a Softie, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Needs a Hug, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Has Daddy Issues, Married Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Temporary, no beta we die like goose, Father-Son Relationship, Light Angst

Series: Part 2 of Feels Like Home

Summary:

“My wife has asked that you join us for dinner tomorrow night,” Beau says carefully.

“Your wife, sir?” Jake’s brow furrows. “Why would she like to meet me?”

“She thinks its important that my mentee sees a healthy work-life balance.”

“I’m your mentee?” Jake teases, smirking lightly. “And you talk about me enough that your wife wants to meet me?”

“You can continue to be a pain in my ass,” Beau sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “Or, you can take the offer of a free dinner with a beautiful and intellectually stimulating woman.”

“Oh, I definitely want to see this side of Cyclone,” Jake grins. “Domesticated.”

“You’re bordering on impertinence.”

“Me? Never.”

“Let’s go back to when you respected me and my position.”

Jake appears to settle down, but only slightly. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. “I’d be honored to attend dinner with your family, Admiral. Just tell me a date and time.”

*** or, Beau Simpson didn't mean to adopt a fully grown naval aviator, but, you know; shit happens.

***

flames look beautiful (if you forget what they can do) (8359 words) by Ravens_Words

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Protective Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Protective Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Protective Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Idiots in Love, Getting Back Together, Background Relationships, Hints at IceMav, Hints at BobNix

Summary:

Bradley Bradshaw returns to consciousness with a gasp, hand going to his side, where a searing pain makes itself known.

"-ster, hey," Jake snaps, holds his face in both hands and forces him to look his way, "breathe."

Bradley does as he's told, as painful as it is, and his vision clears somewhat. Jake's crouched beside him, concern etched on his face, and what happened comes back to him in flashes.

The mission going sideways at every possible turn, seeing Jake's plane get shot down in the sky, the less than smooth emergency landing in the woods that followed.

***

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away? (48614 words) by LoveMadeThemDoIt

Additional Tags: Jake Seresin Has Daddy Issues, Homophobia, Emotional Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Found Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Jake POV, Bradley POV, Protective Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Protective Javy “Coyote” Machado, Protective Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Self-Denial, Jake “Hangman” Seresin Needs A Hug, Threats of Violence, Blackmail, Homophobic Slurs, Dissociation, Training Accidents, Jake is in the hospital at some point but he’ll be fine, Bradley makes sure Jake gets sleep, navy inaccuracies, Closeted Character, a dusting of IceMav, Beau „Cyclone“ Simpson is a softie, First Time, Anal Sex, Bottom Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Post-Canon, Gay Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bisexual Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Has Bad Parents, Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Self-Worth Issues, Happy Ending, Slow Burn, the movie plot is maybe three paragraphs at the beginning but this is POST-CANON

Summary:

Jake has no illusions he’ll come back from this mission. He’s the best fighter pilot the Navy has got on staff and this is not his ego talking. He’ll fly the mission, and it’ll be a shit show, because none of them have even managed to fly the simulation in the way they need to.

In his weaker moments, Jake wonders if his father is how he’s gotten this gig.

***

baby, I'm howlin' for you (87473 words) by hangmanbradshaw

Additional Tags: Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Supernatural Elements, Full Shift Werewolves, think teen wolf meets twilight meets vampire diaries, Vampires, Witches, Werewolf Hunters, it's got all the things, they can shift but any romance stuff happens as humans fyi, Slow Burn, POV Alternating, Protective Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Possessive Behavior, also there's alphas and stuff but it's not abo, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Arranged Marriage, kind of, Also this takes place in like a medieval setting a la game of thrones, rut but not the sexy kind more the cuddly kind, Hand Jobs, Smut, Mating Bites, Accidental Voyeurism, Kinda, Top Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Bottom Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary:

His smirk widened. He may not have been happy about this, but he could appreciate that Bradley gave as good as he got. “I am good, Rooster. I’m very good.”

Bradley stared at him, expression battling between annoyance and what appeared to be a slight amount of amusement and intrigue. Jake continued, “Say, how does a werewolf get the nickname Rooster anyhow?”

Bradley raised an eyebrow. “That’s none of your business.”

The Wolves & Foxes AU

***

When you're ready (45445 words) by The_Splendid_Wren

Additional Tags: I know you all saw it too, Idiots in Love, Hangman is actually not a dick, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Rooster POV, Father-Son Relationship, Maverick is just trying to make Goose proud, Phoenix is a bro, Lots of staring into the scenery, Eventual Smut, Finally I have a reason to obsess over Top Gun again, References to Canon, Post-Canon, did i mention Hangman is a momma's boy?, not beta read we die like men, Slow Burn, Homophobic Language, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Therapy is good for everyone

Summary:

After the suicide-mission-that-wasn't the pilots of TOP GUN go their separate ways to enjoy a much earned week of leave. Rooster is set to spend his time with Maverick in an attempt to rekindle their familial relationship but it gets complicated when unresolved trauma from nearly dying keeps him from truly opening up. With a host of other issues like his unknown next assignment and his feelings for a rival paralyzing him, he truly has no idea how he ends up at the Seresin ranch house in Austin, Texas with the object of his desires right in front of him.

Or, Rooster is suffering PTSD and his friends and family try to help him. Whether that's getting therapy or confessing his very deeply buried feelings remains to be seen.

***

I will love you, dear, forever (17574 words) by FlowersOnMyMind

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Alpha Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Explicit Sexual Content, Jake loves Bradley so much, Dagger Squad, Found Family, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Pining, mentioned icemav - Freeform, brief bobnix, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Pining Jake

Summary:

"Do you have someone to take care of you?" Jake asks.

"Are you offering, Seresin?"

"Are you asking, Bradshaw?"

Jake and Bradley help each other through their ruts and heats.

Jake pines.

***

You Love Him, and No One Else (50269 words) by Sceld

Additional Tags: Pining, LIKE TOO MUCH, Mutual Pining, Sharing a Bed, just a collection of tropes because I Am Cringe, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Mostly Fluff, Internalized Homophobia, oh yeah and lots of it, very gay, derogatorily, Family Issues, Idiots in Love, idiots in general honestly, i hate it too don't worry, First Dates, but unofficially, Bad Cooking, Meeting the Parents, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Past Child Abuse, not graphic though, Slow Burn, First Kiss, Baking, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

“I’ve got it,” Jake offers, holding his hand out, but Rooster only tuts disappointedly.

“What kind of host would I be if I made you carry your own bag?”

Jake blanks on a response, his mouth twisting into a smile without his permission. Rooster turns to where Jake can now see the Bronco. Its engine is still running, and it’s warm inside when Jake closes the door behind him, clicking on his seatbelt by feeling along while he stares intently at the glove compartment in front of him, waiting while Rooster puts his bag in the boot. He doesn’t feel as weird as he thought he would, as he probably should. Every conflicting feeling from the F-14 is returning in waves. He’s helpless to resist the pull of the tide. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

or;

Jake's apartment floods and his only other option is to stay with the last person in the world he wants to spend time with. Shenanigans ensue.

***

there's money for the taking (and the happiness we all deserve) (64769 words) by thegeckbros

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Age Difference, it's 10ish years, Past Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Angst with a Happy Ending, Power Dynamics, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Casual Sex, author built a very elaborate world for like no reason, Tags May Change, Humor, or at least i like to hope, Explicit Sexual Content, Daddy Kink, like it’s a sugar DADDY au so it comes w the territory but still it’s there and it’s heavy

Summary:

“So, what, one of the richest dudes in New York wants to be your sugar daddy?”

“Kinda?” Jake sits back up, straightening up and turning his body towards Javy. “He doesn’t want like sex or anything. He just needs someone to pretend to date so his uncle and PR team get off his back about his reputation.”

a sugar daddy au in which jake is a struggling law student, bradley's a billionaire, and they weave a tangled web

***

Speak Softly, Love (67000 words) by Renai_chan

Additional Tags: Mafia AU, Iceman is a Mob Boss, Bradley is his heir, Icemav adore Jake, goose and carole are alive because i said so, Violence, Blood and Injury, tags to be updated as I go, Tattoos, Suit Kink, Lingerie, Rimming, Polyglot Bradley, Gun Violence, Revenge

Summary:

Jake leaves behind his crappy life in Texas and moves to California. There, he meets Bradley, a gorgeous man who works at a charity helping the homeless. They fall in love, and everything is sunshine and rainbows until he learns that Bradley is, in fact, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, heir to the empire of his godfather, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, who rules the underbelly of Los Angeles with ice-cold ruthlessness. Suddenly, Jake find himself embroiled in the dangers of the LA Mafia

***

Forever your begonia (17576 words) by MerielTLA

Additional Tags: Idiots in Love, Enemies to Lovers, Secret Crush, Secret Admirer, Flowers, Language of Flowers, Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a Little Shit, Texan Jake "Hangman" Seresin, no beta we die like goose, Jake needs some romance in his life, Rooster is bad at feelings, unrequired required love, Emotional Constipation, This came out of nowhere, don´t blame me, Ice is alive, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives

Summary:

“This is not for me.” Mickey grinned like a fucking maniac as he held out a small envelope for everyone to see, pointing at the signature in it.

Jake.

The blond felt his world tilt as he frowned at the offending four letters of his name. What. The. Fuck. He pulled the card away from the other´s hand as he looked at the fancy lettering in horrified amazement.

“Oh my GOD! Bagman has an admirer?!” Paybay yelled

Jake Hangman Seresin had never gotten flowers...until he did.

***

hanging on to ambiguity

(34033 words) by

haridwar

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Lifeguard Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Surfer Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, First Aid, Head Injury, Mutual Pining, Protective Javy "Coyote" Machado, Protective Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Miscommunication, they're bad at talking again, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Multiple, Breaking Up & Making Up, Implied/Referenced Sex, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives, Married Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Drunkenness, drunk Jake is a mess, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace is So Done, Hurt Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Has Daddy Issues, Parental Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Unhealthy Relationships, you might not like Bradley in this one (but you can still love him), Hospitalization, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, everyone gets therapy

Summary:

an accident on the beach, a lifeguard to the rescue, and the repercussions of an unexpected reunion

***

it seemed so natural, darling, that you and I are here (20181 words) by haridwar

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Pilot Bradley Bradshaw, Las Vegas Wedding, Accidental Marriage, Drunken Shenanigans, Memory Loss, the inherent awkwardness of having a crush on the guy you're married to, Javy "Coyote" Machado is a Good Friend, Bradley gets his own Javy to hang out with, Sexual Content, Jealous Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, POV Alternating

Summary:

“Did we really do this?” Bradley asked. It was the first thing he had said since Jake’s brainwave and Jake was not a fan of how upset he sounded. “Are we- did we get married?”

or: what happens in Vegas...

***

you were almost too much for me (9648 words) by haridwar

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Bodyguard Bradley, Past Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Returning Home, Post-Break Up, Love Confessions, Jealous Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Wealthy Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Arguing, Reconciliation, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

Jake’s ex works for his father and that complicates things when he heads back home after The Mission ***

Men Like Us (41265 words) by DancingDisaster

Additional Tags: Breaking Up & Making Up, Getting Back Together, All aboard the Bradshaw-Seresin Shitshow Extravaganza, Idiots in Love, Ice Lives By Popular Demand, A romantic dramedy about two Idiot Flyboys

Summary:

Seresin men love with reckless abandon. It’s put every man before him in the ground.

Jake refuses to be buried.

He flies like he has nothing left to lose (he doesn’t), a one man army (he is), leaving everyone else in the dust (so they don’t leave him). Admiral Kazansky claps him on the shoulder, says he expects great things from him, and Jake’s smile is feral as the rest of his flight school cohort looks on in disbelief.

Hangman, they all say, like Jake’s entire personality was a long con, and he ranks first in class.

Rooster doesn’t look at all.

(They've got history spanning the better part of a decade and they are absolutely, positively not over it.)

***

like shooting stars (12737 words) by bottledyarn

Additional Tags: Fluff, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Anxious Jake "Hangman" Seresin, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Texas, Texan Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Domestic Fluff, First Kiss, Getting Together, Soft Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Post-Canon, Just a little pretend relationship, as a treat, Only One Bed

Summary:

“Well," the gate agent said. "Only uniformed military members and their spouses can board priority, but—”

“That works out,” Bradshaw said, his voice tinny and distant in Jake's ringing ears. “Because this is my fiancé.”

If Jake hadn’t been able to choke down a piece of toast this morning, he thought he might be light-headed enough to just pass out right then and there.

Jake is trying to fly home for Thanksgiving and not have a panic attack on the airplane. Bradley is trying to skip town and spend the holiday in a mountain cabin to distract from another Thanksgiving alone. Between the two of them, they might both get where they need to go.

***

learning steps (20530 words) by vannral

Additional Tags: Friendship, Getting Together, Oblivious Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Idiots in Love, Pining, POV Outsider, Instructor!Bradley, Teaching, Protective Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Students, Reunions, Eventual Sex, Happy Ending

Summary:

”So, an instructor?”

A straight hit. Bradley shifts uncomfortably on the leather seat and clears his throat. ”… Yeah.”

In which Bradley becomes an instructor after the mission, Jake keeps showing up to his classes and his students are very curious about their dynamic.

***

unsportsmanlike conduct (16871 words) by ginnydear

Additional Tags: alternative universe, NFL, Enemies to Lovers, Bickering, Minor Injuries, Sexual Content, tweets as a plot device, everyone's alive because I say so

Summary:

He didn’t expect there to be highlight reels of him and Jake Seresin arguing and jawing at each other after their first game against each other. His Uncle Mav’s recorded it, saying it’s the beginning of his long, successful career - to have a rival.

Bradley thinks it’s a pain in the ass.

or - the hangster nfl au

***

one foot left, and then we're going down swinging (15944 words) by SaintClaire

Additional Tags: Dagger Squad, I put Hangman through the washing machine, but he's fine he comes back out, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives, this is my sand pit, Found Family, life affirming kissing but everyone's pants stay on, for now, attempted abuse of barnyard poultry (not by Hangman), the horse lives, uhhh I don't think this is whump because I kiss it better, but if not let me know, damn good piloting skills, everyone has emotions

Summary:

“I’m still here.” he says, because it helps Bradley to be reminded sometimes. For all he’ll mouth off about Jake never shutting up, the sound of Jake’s voice can get him to drop the rigid set of his shoulders and relax, sit a little easier in the cockpit. “Still on your wing, Roo, just a little further away than normal.”

Jake gets shot down on a mission, tracker blown to smithereens and on his own in enemy territory. The thing about Hangman is that he might be a damn good pilot but that means he comes with the bloody-mindedness to see his shit through. He's got a family to get back to.

***

all my roads lead back to you (17094 words) by liadan14

Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Secret Marriage, nonchronological storytelling, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Needs A Hug, Jake Seresin Needs A Hug, Communication via interior design, Accidental Marriage, the inherent romanticism of joint financial decisions, Alternate Universe: they weren't exes during the movie, they were just very bad at being a couple, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Size Kink, Jake pavlovs Bradley into having a size kink, just trust me on that last one, outsider pov, Relationship Reveal, Polyamory Negotiations, implied threesome, Implied past Icemav, Current Mav/Penny, Maverick about extremely unhealthy relationships: it was acceptable in the 80s, Penny and Bob are vying for the only braincell in the team championship

Summary:

“Where does this leave us?” Bradley asks eventually.

Jake snorts. “In what way?”

Bradley shrugs. “I don’t know. Emotionally, physically. Legally.”

Jake thinks he might be dizzy. He hasn’t drunk that much tonight, but he has been wondering about the answers to that question for a long time. Finally talking about it…it barely even feels real. “Let’s start with the last one,” he says. “That sounds like the easiest part.”

“Well,” Bradley says gamely. “Legally speaking, I think we’re, like, one piece of paper away from being married.”

***

never had a heart to mend (3735 words) by un_familiar

Additional Tags: Miscommunication, Cheating, (but not really i swear), Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, sorry this took a month to write thats embarrassing, Post-Canon, what do you call pining when youre already dating them, sorry about this (lying)

Summary:

Bradley won’t stop looking at him with concern, laying kisses on his bare back and asking softly, “Are you okay,” until Jake wants to scream You know what you’re fucking doing to me, but he can’t or he won’t and he’s never felt this helpless in his life. The best he can manage is a soft, “Just tired,” turning back into Bradley’s embrace and thinking God, just let me keep this.

***

of a feather (2501 words) by lilgreyarea

Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Halloween, Trick or Treating, Fluff, Post-Canon, Getting Together, (kinda), idk it’s just cute fluffy nonsense

Summary:

jake and his three-year-old daughter, sophie, run into bradley while trick-or-treating

***

The death of piece of mind (27595 words) by MerielTLA

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives, Rooster is bad at feelings, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Amnesia, I blame the title song, Protective Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Injured Rooster, no beta we die like goose, Miscommunication, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, It was supposed to be heavier but it evolved on its own, Hangster, sereshaw, IceMav, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon

Summary:

Last time he had seen Jake, had been fourteen months ago. More than a year since Bradley had escaped, like a coward, and had completely lost contact with the man his body missed with a strength that terrified him. The man that had been there for him as he had woken up, disoriented and scared. The man that had taken care of him, as he fought against his ruined leg and a fucked-up mind.

The one he had abandoned, at the first chance he got.

The man that was his husband, the one he didn’t remember.

Or Bradley left after losing his memory and forgetting his relationship with Jake, but now he has begun to remember and it's time to get his hubby back. ***

How do you like your coffee? (23355 words) by WaffleToaster

Additional Tags: Memory Loss, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Accidents, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Smut, Sex, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Injury Recovery, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Summary:

Javy receives the first call after Jake makes an emergency landing on the tarmac and Bradley has to deal with the complications that arise.

“Do we get along now?”

“We do, yes. We’re.. good friends.”

“That’s good. Cause you seem like a nice guy, Rooster.” ***

lover be good to me (18920 words) by haridwar

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Baker Bradley, Long-Distance Relationship, Birthday Fluff, like literally so much of it, this one is super birthday centric, Strangers to Lovers, Married Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, as per usual, Parental Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Soft Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Sex Toys, Relationship Reveal

Summary:

Jake picks a random coffee shop to go be pensive in when he receives a birthday card he doesn't want and things turn out better than he ever could have imagined

***

you hang me up, unfinished (with the better part of me no longer mine)

(13140 words) by un_familiar

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Getting Together, Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Character Study, javy is the best friend ever, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Jealousy, eventually, complete and total abuse of italics, Pining, the absolute minimum research went into this, do not look too closely at it!, Jake Is A Menace All Of The Time, javy and natasha are sick of them!, Miscommunication, Eventual Fluff

Summary:

There are a million things standing between Jake Seresin and his soulmate–gender, Jake’s tendency to overthink and run his mouth, the fact that his soulmark is high up on his ribs, hidden, the bruises his dad leaves, but the biggest one is probably the simple fact that he has no idea how to love. ***

Got to Make It on My Own (14196 words) by Renai_chan

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bradley, Omega Jake, Alpha Javy, Accidental Bonding, Drunk Sex, Ex-Somethings, One Night Stands, The Inherent Dubiousness of ABO, Platonic Sex, Javy is the BEST Bro, Marking, Biting, Bonding, Being an asshole as a coping mechanism, Jealous Bradley, Knotting, Idiot Men who Don't Communicate, Angst, Happy Ending

Summary:

Jake and Bradley spend one night together under the heavy, heavy influence of alcohol. It does not go well. But it goes worse for Jake than it does for Bradley because he wakes up with a bonding bite and his new alpha nowhere to be found.

When they're recalled for a special training detachment eight years later, Jake finds out that Bradley doesn't remember giving him the bite at all and Bradley finds out about it for the first time.

It still does not go well. ***

the long way home (5982 words) by nocturnelight

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Post-Canon, Parental Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Parental Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Raise Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives, Married Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Needs a Hug, Healing, Therapy, And love communicated through scrambled eggs

Summary:

Jake and Bradley had come in late last night and settled into the guest room of Maverick and Iceman’s beach house. Jake had driven them both up at Pete and Tom’s insistence after Mav’s voice on the phone and Jake’s hand running up and down his back hadn’t been enough to get Bradley to stop shaking when he’d woken up screaming from a nightmare.

He's hoping being there will be good for Bradley, maybe finally get him to talk about how he's been feeling. Because Bradley's the one who's bottling everything up.

And Jake is perfectly fine. He swears.

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Street Sweeper's Icemav Masterlist

Updated 2/1/2024

Fics are listed in order of most recent to oldest.

Oneshots:

(Posted to AO3):

Wanting for Home- Very whumpy, as with everything, please heed the tags and warnings. Features Mav going through a sexuality crisis with internalized homophobia mixed in due to the time period and his position in the United States Military. Happy ending, though, don't worry. Hurt/Comfort.

Silence Is (Not) A Virtue- Another whumpy one, this time with some past child abuse resulting in selective mutism. Hurt/Comfort.

Third Time's The Charm (Oblivion AU)- A purely self-indulgent Oblivion AU with Top Gun characters. This is a companion piece to In My Dreams I See Us Falling, told from Ice's point of view.

In My Dreams I See Us Falling (A Top Gun Oblivion AU)- The first of my Oblivion AU's. If you have seen and enjoyed Tom Cruise's Oblivion, I highly recremond these.

No Use Crying Over Spilt Milk- A single!parent Maverick fic wherein he is forced to come clean to Ice about having a kid after they've been seeing each other for a while.

Here Lies Iceman's Personal Space- A fluffy domestic fic about Maverick invading Ice's personal space and somehow endearing himself to Ice even more.

Caught In The Headlights- A whumpy hurt/comfort fic featuring parental Icemav and baby Bradley. After Maverick is seriously injured in a car accident, Ice has to contend with the reality that he might be all Bradley has left in the world.

It's (Not) Okay (But It Will Be)- Maverick suffers a life-altering injury during the events of the uranium mission and now he and Ice must learn how to contend with the past and move forward together.

Just Like The Song- Drunk Maverick finds his way to Ice's house in the middle of the night and shenanigans ensue.

Mother Goose Knows Best. - Stranded in the rain after class, Maverick can either walk home or accept a ride from the last person he wants to be stuck in a car with.

The Winner Takes It All (I Don't Wanna Talk)- A sweet, soft, fluffy, domestic one-shot- my first ever Icemav fic. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

(Posted to Tumblr exclusively):

Baby Goose's First Swear Word- The story of how Baby Goose learned his first swear word.

One Day (An Icemav Fic)- Iceman and Maverick always find their way back to one another- even decades later.

Lunch Mix Up- Ice and Baby Goose's lunches get mixed up one day.

How Do I Say Goodbye? - Angsty short one-shot featuring Maverick having to come to terms with losing the closest thing he's ever had to a father.

Multichapters:

Caught In Oblivion- Chapters: 4/6- A full-fledged and fleshed-out Oblivion AU with our beloved Top Gun Characters. Very self-indulgent, but you can read it too. 4/6 chapters.

Icemav Imagines (Open for use if you feel inspired by any of them, just tag me so I can read):

Italian Maverick

Maverick vs the smoke detector's dead batteries-

#icemav #top gun #iceman x maverick #maverick #iceman #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav fic #street sweeper's master list

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ghouljams · 2 months

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The hellsite is being a hellsite again and won't alert me when you post despite me having notifs on :( Anyway, I have some late night, migraine-induced rambles about Cowboy Nikto to tell you!

So, in the main AU I don't see Nikto and Chook as having any kids - they're both busy people with their respective jobs, and caring for Sputnik is nearly as taxing as looking after a toddler. Not to mention Nikto's mental health issues that can make some days stressful for them both. Especially when he has a bad day. It's just not something that would fit in well with their lifestyle.

If they ever did have kids, it would have to be an AU of this current AU. But I was thinking, purely for shits and giggles, it would be hilarious if they had a son about Frog's age, and if the two got along like in the Fae AU. But potentially even funnier, would be Ghost and Goose coming to pick up their girl, only for Frog to wander up to them, holding Nikto's kid's hand in her own and informing them that "this in my boyfriend, we're gonna get married," in just the most serious voice. Like all toddlers, they'll forget about it and move on in like a day or two, but for a hot second there Ghost is having a minor heart attack.

I'm a little worried about the hellsite... I have a few posts saying that reblogs are turned off when I check the comments but then they're fine when I check on my blog. Idk what's going on, I don't think I'm shadow banned again but I have no idea.

Ghost would panic but he'd try to play it cool, not let it show that he is internally screaming at the thought his daughter might marry anyone let alone Nikto's son. This is almost as bad as when she was talking to Konig's son. Ghost's assumption is that Frog is simply too cute for her own good, he will not be doing anything to change this, she is an adorable toddler. How is he supposed to deal with his daughter actually dating someone in the future? Doesn't she know how many insane and dangerous people are settling down and having kids in this black hole of a town???

Goose's assumption is that Frog is bossy as hell(correct) and might think that all relationships are "married" because all the folks around her are married. Mostly she's just happy for the excuse to hang out with Chook. Pat, pat, on Ghost's shoulder because he's been staring at Frog, motionless, for the better part of a few minutes after that announcement. She's gotta lean over and tell him "she's not serious, she doesn't know what that means."

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #oc: goose #my engagement is way down as well #so maybe I'm banned again #that's fun #I love nikto and chook they're cute

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Rainbow Drabble Challenge

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Red, Orange <- Previous Chapter, Next Chapter -> Green, Blue, Indigo

Overall Summary: This is a short love story about Otto Hightower being a sexy bastard. There WILL be a happy ending. The reader is mid to late twenties in age.

Chapter Summary: You gift Ser Otto a small token of appreciation.

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[spinster!reader] [Otto Hightower x f!reader] [fluff] [626 words] [Yellow expressed as optimism and friendship]

The dreaded day has come, and Ser Otto’s mood has suffered the brunt of it. His scowl sends the servants running, lest they draw his ire. He worries the gravity of his emotions has spread too far when you walk into his office with the same shy demeanor.

Then he spies a lacquered wooden box held by your delicate, nervous hands, and curiosity wipes the thought from his mind’s eye.

You have read every text Ser Otto has to offer, except for a single chapter. He knows you feigned exhaustion the evening before. How could he not? It is part of his duties to know when someone is lying. It is also not in his nature to deny the chance to spend more time with you.

You stand perfectly poised in front of his desk, finally meeting his gaze. A beautiful blush paints your face as you gently clear your throat.

“My lord, I would like to present you with a token of my appreciation for allowing me to study your texts these past weeks.”

Raising his brow in stoic interest, he takes the offering, hands touching for a heartbeat before you retreat. The contact made him greedy for the intimate and obscene, something he could only dream of in the loneliness of his private chambers. Cool eyes cast down to the box as he lifts the hinged lid.

Inside lay five bare quills in a neat row atop rich green velvet. They seem finer than the ones he typically uses at first glance. He’s inspecting one in his hand when you begin to explain.

“They are crow’s feathers, my lord. I was told they produce a finer line than any other.”

Ser Otto nodded in agreement. He was told the same but due to their more expensive nature, he chose to remain with the common goose feather for his missives. However, his hand often cramped after long hours of writing, and he wondered if the finer edge would save him that pain.

“Thank you, my lady. It is a most gracious gift,” he politely accepts the gift, his voice cold and unaffected by his internal turmoil.

“It is the least I could do, my lord, for encumbering you with my presence for so many evenings. If you would indulge me one more kindness–may I hand deliver your portrait in a month’s time?”

“You may,” his answer is curt, but you wouldn’t know it from the brilliant smile lighting up your face.

Anger flares in Ser Otto’s belly. Not for you, but for the absolute yearning you instill. So honorable he has lived, where other men visit pleasure houses, Ser Otto upholds his morals. He would take no whore, and the mere thought of ruining you disgusts him. To rip you of your worth for a moment of bliss is unthinkable.

The emotion leaks into his expression, stealing your smile with it.

“I’ll take my leave— I know my lord is a busy man. Farewell, Ser Otto, may your days be kind.”

“To you, as well, my Lady.”

The door shuts behind you, leaving Ser Otto to reflect in cold silence. Whatever warmth these chambers provided left with you, and he could feel the loneliness creeping up his spine. The sight of your gift wards off the cold, and the light weight of the quill in his hand brings forth the memory of the warmth you so effortlessly tended.

A smirk pulls the corner of his lips as he remembers your feigned exhaustion the day before. You make such a beautiful liar, with an innocence he cannot even think of punishing.

A month cannot come soon enough. Even if the portrait isn’t up to his standards, at least he would be in your presence once again.

#otto hightower #otto hightower fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #house of the dragon #hotd fanfiction #hotd #hotd fanfic #eventual smut #fluff #otto hightower x reader #fem!reader #rainbowdrabblechallenge

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Royal Canadian Air Force celebrates its first Centenary

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 04/01/2024 - 23:07in Military

The Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) has reached the 100-year mark today. The beginning of the celebrations of the first centenary was marked with a ceremony in Edmonton.

As the Royal Canadian Air Force celebrates its 100º anniversary, Edmonton became the host of a moving recognition of its unwavering service to Canada. A historic air passage was carried out by the Tactical Helicopter Squadron "Goose" 408, adorning the skies above the legislative grounds of Alberta and marking the beginning of a six-month commemoration period throughout the country.

Helicopter overfly in Edmonton

The squadron's overflight was led by the veteran pilot and current deputy commander, Major Geoff Martin. With more than a decade of experience at RCAF and a personal connection with the service arising from childhood memories of admiring aircraft with his grandfather, Martin embodies the passion and dedication that have been the hallmark of the service in the last century.

The RCAF turns 100 today! ?

Today, we celebrate a century of excellence, courage, and innovation in the RCAF. As we mark this milestone, we extend our heartfelt gratitude to all the incredible individuals past and present who have played a part in shaping #YourAirForce. #RCAF100pic.twitter.com/9pcNaZcGlB

— Royal Canadian Air Force (@RCAF_ARC) April 1, 2024

The long-standing mission of the RCAF: to provide air defense, search and rescue and to assist in disaster relief, remains unchanged. An example of this dedication to domestic and international aid is Martin's deployment to Iraq, where he contributed significantly to Canadian operations.

Highlighting the festivities, Lieutenant-Gov. Salma Lakhani addressed the assembly and paid tribute to the noble history of the RCAF. The day was also marked by the elevation of the Elifer of the Royal Canadian Air Force within the legislative grounds and, later, the eminent structures of Edmonton, the High Level Bridge and the Jubilee Auditoriums, were illuminated in blue to signify the celebrations of the centenary of the RCAF.

In honour of the 100th anniversary of the @RCAF_ARC, buildings around the world are illuminated with blue lights, including the Canadian National Vimy Memorial in #France. ??

Comment ??? to show your support.

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— Veterans Affairs CA (@VeteransENG_CA) April 1, 2024

Lieutenant-Colonel (Retired) Thomas Sand, who dedicated 35 years to the RCAF, highlighted the incredible experiences he accumulated during his administration, such as tracking submarines and traveling the world, but emphasized that the most beloved aspect of the service is the unity and respect promoted among its members.

As the country continues to honor the 100-year history of the RCAF, it is evident that the spirit of duty to the nation and humanity that once formed the backbone of the Royal Canadian Air Force remains as strong today as ever.

Happy 100th birthday to @RCAF_ARC! Thank you for 100 years of air support! sic itur ad astra ('Such is the pathway to the stars') The #RoyalCanadianAirForce's incredible history:https://t.co/00V93ycniM #RCAF100 #WeTheNavypic.twitter.com/ijSp63bAxh

— Royal Canadian Navy (@RoyalCanNavy) April 1, 2024

Since its creation on April 1, 1924, the Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) has played a key role in the history of Canada, contributing to the defense of the nation and participating in international operations. Its emergence faced significant challenges, evolving through technological advances and adapting to the changing nature of air warfare and peacekeeping.

Throughout World War II, Korea and NATO's Cold War missions, the RCAF grew in capacity and size. The integration of women and various multicultural groups in the service over time has also shaped the dynamics of the organization. Today, it operates a fleet of several aircraft, from fighters such as the CF-18 Hornet to transport aircraft such as the C-130 Hercules and maritime patrol aircraft such as the CP-140 Aurora.

Happy Centennial, Royal Canadian Air Force! ???

As we celebrate 100 years of soaring through the skies, the Canadian Armed Forces extends warmest congratulations to the@RCAF_ARC on this historic milestone. #RCAF100pic.twitter.com/7yAwvhR1qy

— Canadian Armed Forces (@CanadianForces) April 1, 2024

The aerospace industry has been a critical aspect of Canada's economy, contributing significantly to research and development, production and employment. Canada's Defense Policy, "Strong, Safe, Involved", describes significant investments aimed at improving the capabilities of the RCAF. This is expected to include the acquisition of 88 advanced F-35 fighter aircraft to replace the current CF-18 fleet, increasing the country's sovereignty and NORAD's obligations. These acquisitions and technological upgrades of current assets offer indications of potential market growth in the defense aerospace sector in Canada and around the world.

Attracting skilled labor remains a challenge in the aerospace industry, with demographic aging and competition from other sectors. In a broader scope, issues such as climate change and the need for sustainable development have pressured defense organizations to consider environmental impacts on their operations and innovations. In addition, cybersecurity and the emergence of space as a contested domain indicate that the RCAF, like its allies, must evolve to face new threats that go beyond the traditional roles of aerial superiority.

100 years for the @RCAF_ARC! It has been a privilege to serve our country with amazing Canadians. I want to honor those who have served and who continue to serve in Canada and around the world over the past century. #RCAF100 pic.twitter.com/g5SUXBX78D

— Joshua Kutryk (@Astro_Kutryk) April 1, 2024

The celebrations of the centenary of the RCAF not only define a historic milestone, but also stimulate reflection on its future path in the midst of a constantly evolving industry, with new challenges and opportunities. It serves as a reminder of the commitment and sacrifice of the men and women who have served and continue to serve under its flag - a commitment that remains an integral part of Canada's security and its global partnerships.

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bozzowl · 24 days

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Farmworld Finn Dominant and Jealous NSFW !!!

-as requested, there's no drawing with this one but here ya go! :D

It was almost dusk, a slight chill in the air as the stars begin to twinkle their way into the night sky. You were helping Choose Bruce, (the farmworld version of Choose Goose). You were stocking the shelf while he was fixing the stand table again. His shop keeps getting destroyed to the point he got himself a weapon and keeps stuff to repair it nearby. Finn Mertens was just around the corner, keeping an eye on you two. There was nothing between you and Bruce, he just offered you some stuff in return for helping him keep his shop up and going. you would also go out and find things for him to barter with the customers. Even though Bruce had helped Finn in the past when he was little, Finn didn't like that you were spending so much time with him. With someone else.

You did not know why he had felt this way, especially when you go out with your friends or when some guy happened to be talking to you. Finn always seemed to disapprove of this.

Finn's POV: Why do they go out of their way to hangout with him? What does Bruce or anyone else have that I don't? Can't they see that I'm the only one who can really protect them? That I'm the only one who would do anything for them?

He felt that sick, boiling feeling. That internal irritation, narrowing his eyes whenever he saw someone else with you. Suspicious of anyone who seemed a little too friendly towards you. Ever since he had lost his wife, it was hard to find that sort of connection. That safety and security you feel when you are in love. Especially considering his upbringing. He was a proud father, yet such a lonely man who became wary of outsiders. You were the only other person who could come so close, who could understand him. You were so kind, and beautiful in his eyes. You sparked that old flame in his heart that used to burn for someone else. Now it burns for you, and he was so afraid of losing you. Losing you to someone better than him.

You wipe the sweat from your brow as you finish for the day. Everything was stocked up and fully repaired. Bruce handed you some trinkets for your hard work. An old cassette tape with the label worn from time, barely legible but might still work; a gold locket in the shape of a heart, scratched up without a picture inside as they often hold; and some food for you preserved in jars, along with some herbs in case you needed them. With as often as you helped him, of course he'd occasionally find things he would assume you'd like. Especially since you were the only one helping him in these trying times.

You grabbed your new things and started walking home, heading on over to the corner of... well... the Destiny gang keeps spray painting the signs but it used to be called "King Street" and "Molly Lane". Which just so happened to be where Finn was standing. He was leaning against the wall, he did not look happy. With a hint of irritation in his voice, he says to you, "You're still hanging out with Choose Bruce?". You reassure him, "We're just friends, Finn, what's wrong with that?". Finn crossed his arms and looked away, "Nothing, just.... I don't like seeing him around you." You sigh, and proceed to walk home. Finn takes a deep breath, then heads home himself.

Later that night, after you had put everything away, you make dinner. With it just being you here, you did not have to fix much but you do so anyways. Even though Finn always had that soup cooking in that kitchen, he and his kids thought it was nice to have something different every now and then. However, that is because they liked your cooking. You make a large amount of your favorite food, and put it in a big pan to share with them. It was dark, so you grab your trusty lantern before heading out.

Finn was setting the table when he heard a knock at the door. He heads over and opens it slightly to see you "it's late, did you really come down here all by yourself?". You nod and hold up the pan, it smelled so good. Finn's eyes widen, he really liked your cooking. He holds the door open and steps aside. You and the Mertens enjoy dinner together. The kids tell you about their day and Jake the dog crawls up to the table hoping for scraps.

After dinner, the kids head to bed while you helped with the dishes. As you washed the plates, you could hear Finn reading a story to them. He was such a good father. He must've been a good husband too.

As you put up the last of the plates, Finn sneaks up behind you. Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close from behind. You could feel the cold metal of his mechanical arm. The warmth of his breath against your neck as he whispered in your ear, "can you stay the night?". You blush, then nod in response. With the way he was pressed against your back, while gently nuzzling your cheek, you knew where this was going. You turn around, then cup his cheeks as you pull him into a kiss. Feeling the bristles of his beard as your lips touched his. He held you tight. Beefy, toned muscles pressed against you during the embrace. His hand slowly drifts down to your waist. Your hands lower to caress his chest. Then suddenly he scoops you up, taking you to his bedroom.

He throws you down on the bed. Pulling off his white tank top and undoing his pants. You follow along, tossing your shirt aside and removing any other garments. Now fully exposed, you get on all fours. Ready to heed his every command. Finn was wearing nothing but his metal arm and some briefs. A firm bulge had formed on his groin area. With a smile he whispered, "You're gonna have to take it out." He leaned closer and growled seductively, "and don't stop unless I tell you to~". You obeyed, pulling his briefs down to reveal a girthy member. Hardened and ready for a kiss from you. You lick the shaft, from the balls to the tip. Occasionally kissing it along the way. Kissing the tip before taking him into your mouth. Finn groaned, feeling your hot wet mouth around him. You suck him off, bobbing your head. His breathing gets a little heavier. He smirked, he liked seeing you like this, "keep going~". He kept telling you how good you were, how good you make him feel. Then he tilts his head, you could see the gears turning in his head when you glanced up at him. He smirked, "ok, pull off and lay down. I want you to spread your legs~".If you didn't listen, he'd spank you and tell you how naughty you were. He would make you beg, then proceed to make you moan. You were his, and he wanted you to know that every night you two were together. He positions himself with you before slapping his member against your entrance. You nod to tell him you're ready, then he slips into you. Pumping in and out of you, slapping against you with a slight grinding motion. Finn groans, closing his eyes as he takes in every moment of being inside you. You felt soo good to him. He then rolls over with you still connected to him. He orders you to bounce, and you do so. bouncing up and down his throbbing cock. Bringing him closer to release inside of you. He smiled at you, watching that hot and horny expression you give when you feel good. You could feel the sweat dripping down your back, a knot forming in your stomach. He knew you were close. So he roll his hips in sync with you until you came. and when you did, he grabbed your waist and released his hot seed inside you with mighty thrust.

Two tired bodies covered in sweat, you pull off and lay on his chest. Huffing, thighs trembling as you two lay together. He holds you. He tells you how you did such a good job. You smile, then drift off to sleep in his arms. Finn brushed a strand of hair from your face, smiling at you before closing his eyes. Falling asleep with you.

#fanfics #adventure time #x reader #farmworld finn x reader #farmworld finn

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kicktwine · 10 months

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Uh I think I missed the OC ask game (and don't know if you're still doing it aha), but I AM super curious about Cherry and Scylla if you have any miscellaneous fun facts about them? No pressure if you're low on spoons, though!

NAWT a problem they are in my brain rotating at high speeds!!! Here are very very miscellaneous fun facts about them

Cherry is five foot ten, but she gets up to six foot four with the raptor feet. She’s also really long and lanky, so she looks like a forest monster with her hair grown out.

Scylla is five foot two.

She also often wears big hiking platform boots so she’s not five foot two. She hates being shorter than the interns.

Cherry’s way of showing affection is by doing acts of service or giving others little trinkets and such. Scylla loves this, bc just because she’s butch DOESNT mean she can’t have many LITTLE TREATS. Usually in the form of nice smelling soaps or fancy foods or what have you.

Scylla. Is a loser. Don’t let the fancy treats and good clothes and practiced introduction fool you. Her way of showing affection is to make a dying goose noise, and then clap you on the back too hard. Maybe, if you are VERY LUCKY, she will hold your hand without getting too embarrassed about ten seconds in. Cherry simply doesn’t notice these things

Cherry tends to be very cheerful and talkative, and Scylla tends to be very quiet and stoic. When they’re stressed out their personalities swap to quiet and chattery!

They are both persistently a lil greasy. From the mechanics. Just a lil grimey

Their company works with automation and robotics as well as public defense and social reconstruction. It’s a bit of an everything, being a post-apocalyptic company town. Is it a government? Uhhhh sure

Scylla sounds like lowrange Kimberly Brooks (kinda like in scooby doo, but not nearly as growly as her jasper voice), Charybdis sounds like Nola Klop’s midrange/Ena (meanie) voice

Charybdis is not her birth name. What is it? I don’t know. Either I’ll come up with an in-universe explanation or it’ll never get expanded upon because it doesn’t matter 👍

Cherry has a super low pain tolerance and also walking the way she does strains her back and thighs. At least Scylla has strong hands if she would stop spluttering and help

Scylla’s favorite holiday is scraps sale day when the trains come by to trade and sell a bunch of nonsense. Cherry’s favorite holiday is Halloween!

Cherry tends to shove things down when she’s mad or upset, because being upset outwardly is not allowed and very rude, in her brain. She doesn’t like the sensation of being mad, either. Scylla will make it known when she’s not happy, and even though she’s aware she’s doing it she can sometimes get carried away being mad before she calms down and it’s fine actually she just had to be mad for a second. Her griping is often meant to be mutual and fun, Cherry doesn’t understand that and gets worried.

Scyl hates horror movies, Cherry likes them. Scylla would rather watch an action film or an old western than a slow creeping psychological horror that has really cool puppets I promise scyl they’re SO cool

Cherry once had a month long obsession with yo-yo tricks so she can do some SICK YO-YO TRICKS. She does not broadcast this it’s a hidden talent of hers.

Scylla’s hidden talent would be animal handling. She can shear a mean sheep and hold a mean chicken.

#ask #corishadowfang #ask game #scylla (oc)#cherry (oc)#I THINK ABOUT THEM… I have their story like. Made #they have a plot #and it’s different from my usual original plot fare because it’s not tv-viable it’s very much a webcomic type thing #ooo… ooooo girls who are well meaning but terrible but in love but having the worst time of their lives #Ty for the ask<3

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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just so you know, it's 4:30am and i blame you for making me discover hiuythn's work and i'm reading "there, nestled against his pulse" and it's making me feel things and chapter 12 absolutely destroyed me ok so thank you because this is absolutely magnificent but also i'm holding you responsible for my emotional distress

really the only thing that keeps me going is the #happy ending

right they’re so good!! and i’m not sorry everyone should read that series 😌😌 i was going to write you smth fluffy to make up for the pain i directed you too, but actually i think it’s more fun to not do that!! enjoy 😈😈

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Just because he was expecting Lance’s anger didn’t mean it was any easier to deal with.

“What the hell was that, Kogane?” he demanded, furious.

Damn. He couldn’t even wait for Keith to get down the ramp — the second he was visible from Black’s hatch, Lance jumped right in.

“You left us vulnerable! You ditched, and you fucking promised you wouldn’t!”

Keith grit his teeth. “I had something more important to check out, Lance,” he said shortly.

He grimaced internally as soon as the words left his mouth. He probably could have gone without the adjective.

To his great shock, Lance didn’t explode about priorities and how Keith has his all fucked up. He didn’t yell about Keith’s complete lack of communication skills, he didn’t angrily remind Keith that he was no longer able to play the lone wolf. That he had a team to lead.

Instead, he took a step back. It almost looked involuntary, like his body wanted to get the hell away from Keith before his brain could even approve the movement.

“‘More important’?” he asked quietly. “Abandoning us to try and fight a Robeast alone — that was a necessity? Running after Lotor in a wild goose chase specifically invented to frustrate and distract you was more important than fighting with your team? Making sure we were safe?”

The worst part was Lance’s voice — he didn’t sound angry. He didn’t even sound shocked, anymore. He sounded betrayed, but resigned about it. Like he had looked into Keith’s mind and seen — what? Why did Lance look like his worst fears had been confirmed?

“That — that was a poor choice of words,” Keith said carefully.

Lance raised a brow, mocking. “Oh, please go on then. Use another set of words to explain why we aren’t good enough for your backup.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Keith responded, incensed. Is that what Lance thought? “Is that really what you think of me? Some emotionless asshole who could watch his teammates die and not bat an eye?”

The hurt expression hadn’t dropped from Lance’s face, but it was twisted into something angry, now. Something shaking; furious and hurt and accusatory.

“I don’t think of that of you. Well, I didn’t.”

Keith reared back, shocked. He had accused Lance of thinking that… but never in his worst nightmares did he think that Lance would genuinely believe that about him. He and Lance… they had spent hours together, talking and confiding in each other. He knew Lance’s worst insecurities, his terror of being replaced, being forgotten. And in return, Lance knew all of Keith’s baggage. He knew that Keith had grown up with people consistently and baselessly assuming he was some callous, heartless monster, incapable of love, and how Keith had begun to convince himself that it was true. Lance had been the one to reassure him, his earnest claims of Keith’s concealed softness reassuring Keith on his worst days. Lance was always to one to check on him after tough days, the one to remind him that he loved and was loved.

But now, for Lance to denounce that, to spit on everything he’d said… Keith doesn’t think he’s felt hurt this potent before. Not even when they lost Shiro, did he feel this empty. This betrayed.

“And I don’t want to think this of you, because deep down I don’t believe it,” Lance continued. His chin trembled, and moisture began to gather in his eyes. Keith felt his own heartbreak reflected in those brown irises. “Because I know you. I know the Keith that sat with me when I was getting over the pain of Allura’s rejection, the Keith who reassured me every time I doubted that I was a valuable part of this team. The Keith who helped me get out of bed when I wanted to give up. The Keith who checked on me and knew something was wrong when everyone else thought I was fine. I know you. You are brave and caring and you love with your whole heart.” The tears finally fell from Lance’s eyes, and Keith felt his own tears drip down his face.

“I love you, Keith. I’m in love with you. With the man who cares about his family more than anything else in the universe. Which is why I’m so confused —“ he choked on a sob — “I’m so lost, Keith! This isn’t like you! I don’t understand why you’re forcing yourself to be distant, why you’re acting like we aren’t important to you anymore. Is Lotor really worth this? Is Lotor worth abandoning your family?”

Lance sniffled, pressing his hands to his face, and Keith cracked. He pulled Lance into his arms, unwilling to have this distance between them. Lance went willingly, burying his face in Keith’s chest.

“I’m so sorry,” Keith choked out. “I’ve been… struggling, again, with Shiro’s disappearance. And Lotor’s taunting isn’t helping. I let it get to me. I let him get to me, let his bullshit and my own anger cloud my vision. You guys are my family, Lance; you’re my family. You are my home. And I haven’t been acting like someone you all deserve. Someone that you deserve, Sharpshooter.” He pulled away slightly, tilting Lance’s chin up so he could meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I’ll be more careful from now on. I’ll stick with you guys, communicate better again. I’m sorry we had to get to this point for me to get my head out of my ass.” Lance let out a wet laugh, and circled his fingers around Keith’s hands, that were cupping his face.

“I accept your apology,” he whispered, “but I’m not the only one you need to apologise to.”

Keith exhaled slowly, nodding. A smile turned up the corners of his lips. “I will. There’s something more important I have to do first, though,” he hedged.

Lance raised a brow. “All that talk about prioritizing, and there’s still something you have held in spot number one?”

Keith grinned wider. “It’s a new thing, actually.” Lance tilted his head, indicating for him to continue. “You see, there’s this guy I like,” he said. His tone was light, conversational, but there was a wicked gleam in his eyes. Lance’s brow furrowed, confused at what seemed to be a completely random subject change, but then it dawned on him. He own words came crashing back to him, and his eyes widened.

“Oh my God, I told you I was in love with you,” he rushed out, reddening. Keith threw his head back and laughed. “Keith! Don’t laugh!” Lance admonished, slapping lightly at his chest and trying to pull away. Keith moved to loop his arms around Lance’s waist, tightening his grip. He bent his head back town, pressing it to Lance’s forehead.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he whispered. Lance moved his hands up to Keith’s neck, tangling his fingers into the hair at the base of his head.

“Well, then, Samurai,” he whispered back, “what are you waiting for?”

Keith wasted no time, pressing his lips gently to Lance’s.

They still had more work to do. Keith needed to earn back Lance’s trust; the trust of his whole team, really. Lance had to learn to work with him again.

But for now, they kissed, and they held each other, and everything else could wait.

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Happy Birthday Day

Today is Kim’s birthday and like a fine wine she is getting better with age! Although they say as wine passes a certain age it doesn’t actually get better. Probably a fact I should have left out!! We agreed when we planned the trip that it was our birthday, anniversary and Christmas gifts to each other this year!

Today has been the best weather day we have had so far. Low sixties, sunny and very little wind! With no golf on the agenda and Kim working most of the day, I headed to the practice facility which is outstanding and worked on my game. Felt it needed a little tuning up after my triple triple triple bogey quad start yesterday!!! Once I became sane again, I played much better but a 15 over start will ruin anybody’s day and send them to the practice range!

Since we are at the halfway point of our trip we spent part of day looking back on some of our favorites.

Favorite Course - Greg - Carne, Kim - Ardglass

Favorite Accommodations - Greg & Kim - Rosapenna

Favorite Restaurant - Greg & Kim - The Poacher in Ballina

Favorite Caddie - Greg - Ann McGarry the 78 year old lady caddie at Carne, Kim - Sam Donaghy at Sligo Golf Links

Favorite Golf Hole (This is a tough one!) - All the holes on the Wild Dunes nine at Carne, Kim - Any hole she got a par on

Favorite Bar - Greg - The Harbor Bar in Portrush, Kim - Dillions Bar in Ballina

Favorite Story -

Greg - On the 15th tee at Carne my caddie (the 78 year old lady) asked me if I would like a snack. I said yes. I thought she was going to give me an energy bar but much to my surprise she pulled a flask out of her caddie bag and poured us two shots of Jameson Whiskey!! Must be what keeps her going!

Kim - The wild goose chase that we had trying to find a laundry mat in Ballina. You had to be there to understand this one. But we laughed and laughed about all the mix up in directions.

Stats Summary after 11 rounds (For averages took out the extra 9 played at Carne)

Score - 1055 - 92.09 average

Holes Played - 207- (Played 27 holes one day)

Yardage Played - 70724 - 6,145 average

Lost Balls - 24 - 2.18 average

No. of Pars or better - 5 birdies 46 pars - .45 birdies avg, 4.18 pars avg

Steps - 162,268 - 14,751 avg

Miles Walked - 76.23 - 6.93 avg

Green Fees - $2485 - $225 avg

Caddie Fees - $850 plus tip $77 avg plus tip

Tonight I took my bride to The Pier Restaurant in Kilkee for her birthday. It required a trip on the narrow roads that we traveled when we arrived here on Sunday. We did fine on the drive although we did narrowly avoid an head on crash due to poor directions from our GPS and a person who will go unnamed!:-)

Kilkee is primarily a summer seaside resort town. It had ocean side cliffs almost the size of the Cliffs of Moher and a wide beach area that stretched around the bay with the town surrounding the beach. Summer homes, restaurants and shops lined the street that ran next to the beach. It made for a beautiful setting for us to have dinner and watch the sunsetting.

Tomorrow we’re leaving Trump International playing a course called Lahinch and then travel south to Killarney where we will be spending the next three nights. Killarney will be the largest town we have landed in so far. So we should have a little easier time getting our laundry done:-) gb

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bruce and dr. facilier for Alexandro Beloved, lelouch for aster, mor'du for ann? :3

Of course! Thank you so much for asking. (I'm also working on the oc advice, dw about that)

This is the ask game for anyone who wants to send in a question!

BRUCE: How likely are their chances of a successful redemption arc?

Alexandro beloved is a tragic antagonist. Once a loving father and husband, stripped away of his family by a disaster. Once a knight at the service of the Azure Kings, stripped away of his position by fault of a prophecy. Currently an assassin after Ivan's head, unbeknownst to him he's the baby prince he once swore to protect.

And later? Fated to a duel with Emilia, fierce when it comes to protecting her family, and a deadly opponent.

Considering all of this, and as much as it pains me to say, i don't think we're going to get a happy ending for him. A redemption arc? Sure, we get to understand him and have some compassion, he'll be forgiven and remembered fondly. At least by Emilia and Kate. But it's much likelier to end in tragedy, like, a 70% chance of it I'd say.

(however, this whole book is about me surprising every reader, me included. I haven't planned out the very ending nor even his duel with Emilia, so i can probably whip something up)

DR FACILIER: How far are they willing to go to get what they want?

As far as it takes, to be honest. He's got nothing to lose! He lost his family! His kingdom! His found family! His sense of belonging when he became a monster! He'll do whatever.

Which is why he's evenly matched with Emilia when they duel. Neither of them desire to kill the other, they just have to stop them temporarily. For protection or for duty, either way.

Key word, it has to be something he wants.

However, if Alexandro fails, Ann will be after him, so that's a worry he has. If she does, though, as strong as she is, she can't overpower a monster so easily. So although it's a way to manipulate him into working for her, he knows that at the end of the day, if he fought for his life, he'd probably win. So yep, he's pretty much uh ... Unhinged? Ruthless?

He'll do whatever to get what he wants, is my point, but he's very much capable of restraint.

LELOUCH: Does your antagonist ever regret their actions?

Oh dear. You've chosen probably the best question for Aster.

Short answer, not really. She's like Alexandro but with Murderous Intent and a Grudge that outweighs restraint.

Long answer (and very vague because this is Unplanned Prequel territory). She lived when the world thrived in sorcery and magic in a very different way than it does now. And when she was a kid she was rather excellent at it, because of talent and practice and like, some sort of internal need to be the best. To use her magic to help the world.

Alas, time goes on and she realizes her magic is a bit different from everyone else's. You know, casting a perfectly controlled fire tornado but being unable to hold a fireball correctly. Changing runes to perfect her spells. Using unconventional ingredients and eyeballing potion recipes. Casting sorcery no one had ever been able to imagine.

And they weren't impressed or grateful. They were horrified of her.

Reduced to an ominous witch, banned from several kingdoms. She fled to the woods and met the kings of the Goose Throne, who were accepting of her skills. She taught some people and wrote down her knowledge, tomes upon tomes that could revolutionize magic.

But then the king broke their pact, and didn't stop the other monarchs from coming after her. Grave mistake, for that was the droplet that toppled over the glass. Taken everything from her, threatening the students she still cared about, cornered through every last part of the planet, she cursed everyone.

She cursed the desert, and the poles, and the forests, and the heavens. That whenever someone would be born sharing her birthday, as the moon eclipsed the two suns at once, she would return and the world would be destroyed. And then she vanished.

Or so the story says.

After all, she couldn't really overpower the royal amulets. Not yet. But a few years ago, twins were born in the same day she did, and one of them is after the other's head to prevent the world from ending.

So i don't think she regrets doing what she did so much as she laments that she never got the chance to be herself, to live the wish she always thought she would be granted once she grew up.

MOR'DU: How are they different/similar to the hero?

Well she and Ivan are twins so they're very similar!

Just kidding.

I guess their greatest similarity is how determined they are to save those they care about. Ann swears on her parents' grave that she'll save the world no matter what, and became quite a decent queen, murders aside. Ivan pretty much had to flee on a day's notice, and yet he's picked up new skills to keep Gene and Kate safe.

(a bit ironic that both of them are objectively stronger than Ivan. However they're not running on that adrenaline rush that boosts their performance so i guess they're pretty on par, though Ivan gets Tired)

And the most relevant difference is that Ivan is willing to go with the flow of things more easily. If he found out he was prophesized to destroy the world, he'd be like "how? why? no i won't" and keep living on. Ann, as seen in canon, will freak out and plan every last detail until she can assure things will be alright.

This also means Ivan is willing to read the forbidden tomes of Taylor's library to disprove the prophecy while Ann scoffs at the idea.

#a lunar lullaby #potato answers: logan!#well this got long!#aster is kind of uh. a representation of neurodivergent burnout. but it escalates lol #and i havent talked about her so i guess it's fine to ramble!#aster. very much girlboss energy. a wall wont stop her and yet the littlest thing might crumble it all away

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♛ Spotted on the Upper East Side…

Name: Serena van der Woodsen Pronouns: She/Her Age: 19 years old Hometown: Upper East Side, NY Occupation: Sophomore at Brown University Social Status: Insider Faceclaim: Ester Exposito

Who Is Serena?

“I’m trying to change.”

There’s my favourite little Upper East Sider. Did you really think you’d seen the last of me, Serena? Did you really think you’d gotten away with something? Tut tut. I think I, like almost everyone, have a soft spot for you though. You’re a master of making mistakes but unlike most, you’re genuinely sorry about them. Maybe it’s the big, puppy dog eyes or the way you really do try but you’re very forgivable. Well, eventually (at least when it came to Blair). Try as you might, you’re no stranger to temptation. When things aren’t going your way, you often feel that old, destructive itch. You don’t want to lash out and you don’t want to fall into your old ways but it’s a choice you have to keep making. Being a good person is exhausting, no? That aside, you’re still our sunshine barbie. Always fun, friendly and looking for the bright side. I know this isn’t the perfect summer you had in mind but I promise, this’ll be fun. XOXO ---Gossip Girl

A Little Extra

Serena Celia van der Woodsen. The daughter of William and Lily van der Woodsen, sister to Eric, It Girl to NYC. Like most Upper East Siders, Serena’s home life was smoke and mirrors. A mother more focused on whatever man was in her life and a father that cared more about his career than his children, life was turbulent for the eldest van der Woodsen. Her relationship with her parents is hostile to say the least. Having absent parents did have its benefits to her when she was growing up. Ever since Serena was old enough to sneak champagne, she made life one big party. She partied like it was her last day on earth. She indulged way too much, drinking and drugs, other people’s significant others. She lied, she stole, she cheated. Storm Serena swept up everything and left nothing but wreckage behind her. As far as society went, Serena van Der Wooden was the Golden Goose. Dubbed the ‘It Girl’ it’s always been a label that’s been pinned to her whether she liked it or not. Oozing with charisma and a smile that could both start and stop wars, she held the world in her hands and it was up to her if she nurtured it or clenched her fist on it to watch it crumble. It wasn’t unusual for Serena to hold the world a little too tightly at times, it usually coming back to bite her on the ass but lessons remained unlearned.

Serena isn’t proud of the person she used to be, and would be the first to admit that she needed to change. The harsh wake up call she needed was the Shepard Wedding. She’d fallen to many indulgences previously, but falling to the indulgence of Nate Archibald aka her best friends boyfriend at the time, was a new low for her. Like a real Alexander McQueen bumster low-rise jeans low. Nate was a drug worse than any other she’s every tried. After that night, she ran away from her problems to get her head straight and swore to herself that she was making changes in her life. She was going to be an It Girl NYC could be proud of. Since her return, she worked hard to right her wrongs and had even made a go of it with Nate. Three months into their official try at a relationship and he bailed. Bailed on her with no warning. Of all the people that had hurt Serena in her life, this one hurt the most. She figured that this is her karma for what she had done to Blair years ago and she’s trying to take it on the chin, but by god does it sting. No matter how Serena feels internally, she always puts on a brave face and tried to be happy. She gives the time of day to whoever she’s speaking to and makes a point to actually listen and learn about the person. Despite being burned before by people and GG, Serena is still surprisingly trusting of people, albeit naive at times. For a smart girl, her judgement can be clouded by trying to see the best in people but she forgets that not everyone is trying to change for the better.

What Does Gossip Girl Have On Them?

The original Gossip Girl takedown came to an end with a party. Blair was roped into it. She had to throw something so irresistibly juicy that GG would have no choice but to show up to get the deets first hand. What was more ‘WTF’ than Blair Waldorf throwing a birthday party for Dan Humphrey? Serena was there of course, to support B and for the chance to get rid of GG once and for all. The return of GG was brought both headache and heartache. As soon as Serena’s eyes had landed on the post to mark the return, her stomach dropped. History was repeating itself, hopefully not in more ways than one.

Connections

Eric van der Woodsen - the younger sibling. No one knows what it’s like to have a mother like theirs expect for each other. Serena and Eric have always been a team especially when dealing with Lily. Serena knows that she’s been selfish when it comes to being there for Eric but she’s trying. Eric’s happiness is all that matters to her.

Blair Waldorf - the best friend. Blair and Serena are a part of each other, you know? They’re a forever thing. Serena loves Blair so much her heart could burst and she hates so much that she ever hurt her. Will always look out for and stand up for B.

Chuck Bass - Chuck’s been one of Serena’s nearest and dearest since the crib like Blair and Nate. They’re each other’s found family. Then after Lily van der Woodsen and Bart Bass got rashly married (ugh), they’re even more family. Recently though, Bart Bass died in a tragic accident. Lily was suddenly a widow and Chuck was suddenly a CEO. It’s been a hell of time.

Nate Archibald - besties from the crib like Blair and Chuck. When they were younger, Serena never really thought too hard about her feelings for Nate. Nate-and-Blair were together and they all loved each other. They were each other’s world. And then things got really messy. She said she didn’t come back to the UES for Nate but a part of her did, maybe. They ended up sneaking around again before the GG takedown, breaking things off when Nate’s dad was arrested. When the smoke finally cleared, they tried again. It’s been good now for almost three months and they even got Blair’s begrudged ‘blessing’. Everything was going good until suddenly, Nate was gone.

Georgina Sparks - Gigi is Serena’s worst best friend. They were inseparable when she was ‘the old Serena’. They would party for weeks on end together, ruin other people’s lives and just be horribly selfish. Georgina loved Serena no matter what though. The worst Serena had ever been was a Serena that Georgina still adored. Things between them have always been complicated and messy. Now, G’s trying to be good too which is good. Serena’s willing to see her try.

Dan Humphrey - Dan came into Serena’s life unexpectedly like a breath of fresh air. Serena had already met Vanessa and Nate seemed to be trying to befriend Dan as well. Their lives were suddenly pulled into each other’s. She thinks he’s a good person and friend. Funny and interesting if more than a little sarcastic. Yeah.

Vanessa Abrams - they met at a party that Vanessa didn’t want to be at. Serena thinks maybe Vanessa hadn’t wanted to like her but S is glad they changed their mind. Thinks they’re very cool, very talented and very pretty.

#*#c: serena van der woodsen #insider #ues #van der woodsen #eric #blair #chuck #nate #georgina #dan #vanessa #t

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Entering the Unknown: Wild Goose Chase | Part 3

finally at the most prominent idea from the early drafts

Meanwhile, Pick and the gang find themselves on a mysterious ship of sorts. Pick looks at his watch and it detects abnormal activity.

Pick: Seems like this is the place. Or at least, the start.

Hyper: A spaceship?

Pick: Seems like it.

Icicle: Alright... le-

Icicle gets interrupted by a robotic voice.

Welcome to your first day on the job. This is your very own autopilot ship, where you will eat and sleep for the duration of your contract. <disclaimer> Make yourself at home. To complete the onboarding process, you will want to check the instruction manual and sign into your ship's computer terminal. We trust you will be a great asset to the company.

Sophia: *picks up the instruction manual* Apparently, we need to go to a moon, and pick up scrap from facilities on the moon, to meet a quota. Huh.

Pick: Well, I'm sure that is our way out then. Let's land the ship. 41-Experimentation, huh...

The ship lands and the crew heads towards the facility.

As they enter, they split up and look for scrap, though not straying too far from each other. After a while of running stuff to the ship and back, they amassed about 100c. They still went back in.

Though, they hadn't heard from Ender in a while. They found quickly however.

???: YIPPEE!!!

Pick peers into the hallway.

Pick: *scan* Oh, a Hoarding Bug. Hello...

He saw Red Ender's dead body laying next to an airhorn and the bug.

Pick: well... have fun then...

Pick went back to the ship. Looking at the monitors, he saw more death. Cyber had been killed by a fast-moving mannequin. He was not aware that you had to stare at it so it wouldn't move.

Pick ran back into the facility.

Pick: Icicle, Sophia, Hyper! We gotta leave.

Hyperspace and Sophia returned.

Sophia: *shaky* Icicle... fell into a pit...

Pick: That's fine, the manual said they'd respawn at the end.

Hyperspace: What is that??? IS THAT A GIRL???

Pick: You're going insane.

However, Hyper's spine was snapped swiftly by a shadow monster.

Pick: Ok, yep, we are leaving.

Looking at the fire exit outside, they saw a person carrying an Apparatus of sort, just as their systems said increased radiation.

Pick: Ah shit. I think that might be one of the shadow guy's goons.

Sophia: It's fine, we gotta get back.

As they went past the wall, they saw a big, eyeless dinosaur. Pick didn't know that it had no eyes, so he didn't bother moving slow. The dinosaur lunged at him, eating him up.

Sophia: *internal panic*

Sophia got to the ship without making noise and started it. As expected, everyone returned back to life.

Everyone except Sophia: we have seen shit.

Sophia: Seems like it... this company seems really lethal.

However, the person seen before was there in the shop. Panicking, he threw a portal down and escaped. However, the gang followed.

Bios Unlocked

Hoarding Bug - An innocent and happy little bug, until you touch its loot.

Coil-Head - A large, mannequin-like monster that can’t move when it is being looked at.

Ghost Girl - This girl haunts and slaughters employees one at a time. If you see her, leave now.

Bracken - This monster resembles a flower, but if you stare at it too long you'll be as alive as a wither rose.

Emily [REDACTED] - A young trans girl who joined Omnipresent to get rid of her dysphoria. However, she never read the contract she signed.

Eyeless Dog - The dogs can only hear, so best not make any noise or you'll be eaten.

Credits

Zeekerss - Lethal Company, the game this part is based on

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International Happy Goose Day

Savoring that succulent bird, with its rich, tender meat and a crispy skin, is like having a delightful culinary adventure!

Become a happy goose and celebrate this delightful event that offers the opportunity to enjoy celebrating this unique and delectable bird. It’s time to get involved with International Happy Goose Day!

History of International Happy Goose Day

The background of International Happy Goose Day can be traced back many centuries but its origins start in the 5th century with the name Michaelmas. This day likely began in Rome when a basilica church was built and dedicated in honor of St. Michael, the Archangel. The official day was on September 30, but the celebrations began on the evening prior, which was September 29. Some church traditions also celebrate other archangels on this day, including Gabriel and Raphael.

During the Middle Ages, Michaelmas was celebrated in England as a way to mark the time of harvest as well as the time when accounts were tallied and collections were made for the year. Eventually, this turned into a time when landlords would be collecting rent from their tenants and, when they did so, the tenants began providing them with a goose so that they would secure their lease for the following year. Many historians believe this is how Michaelmas began to be called International Happy Goose Day.

But, an additional legend that associates the goose with the day is centered around the story of an Irish king who choked on a goose bone that he had eaten in a feast, and was then brought back to life by St. Patrick. In celebration, the king is said to have ordered the sacrifice of a goose on every Michaelmas in honor of the saint.

Eventually, International Happy Goose Day made its way to the New World, through Europeans who immigrated and celebrated it, particularly in the state of Pennsylvania as well as various other places. But, no matter where it came from or how far it has come, this time has turned into a delightful tradition for people to cook and eat a goose in celebration of International Happy Goose Day!

International Happy Goose Day Timeline

5th century

Michaelmas gets its start

This predecessor to Happy Goose Day, Michaelmas is first celebrated when a basilica near Rome is dedicated in honor of St. Michael the Archangel.

1284

Nottingham Goose Fair is celebrated

The first official fair is held in Nottingham after King Edward I grants a royal charter to the city, but it will take two more centuries before it is called “Goose Fair Day”.

15th century

Eating goose on this day becomes a tradition

The tradition of eating goose at this time may be because rents are due, so tenants present landlords with a goose – hoping to have their lease renewed for another year.

1700s

Happy Goose Day arrives in Pennsylvania

When settlers arrive in Pennsylvania from Europe, they bring Happy Goose Day with them to the New World.

How to Celebrate International Happy Goose Day

Those folks who are looking for some special ideas to celebrate International Happy Goose Day with friends and family might want to consider some of these activities and plans to ring in the occasion:

Enjoy Eating Goose

Because the tradition of Happy Goose Day maintains that those who eat goose on this day will benefit financially all throughout the year, this is a popular activity in celebration of the day! Specifically in some certain areas where the tradition of the day runs strong, such as some counties in eastern or middle Pennsylvania, local restaurants will be sure to serve goose on the menu on this day!

Learn More About Geese

An excellent activity in observance of International Happy Goose Day might be to learn a bit more about this interesting creature and then share some of those findings with friends or family members. Get started with some of these unique facts:

Geese are highly social birds that spend most of their time in groups, called gaggles or flocks.

For the most part, geese are herbivores, which means they only feed on plant material such as grass, stems, leaves, bulbs and more.

Geese are monogamous creatures who typically only have one mate during their lifetime, including courtship displays, sharing nests and both parents taking turns with the eggs or young baby goslings.

Geese have incredible navigational skills. During their seasonal migrations, geese use various cues, such as the position of the sun or landmarks to make their way to their destination.

Try Cooking a Goose at Home

While in the past, goose has been a staple for many households, especially on holidays such as Christmas, this is less common today. However, perhaps International Happy Goose Day would be the perfect time for those who have a culinary bent to try out cooking a goose!

To get started, rub the goose with oil all over. Then, set it on a rack in a large roasting pan, and cover with foil. At around 400 F, it should take about 1½ hours to roast a goose until the flesh is slightly pink. A wide range of spices can be used to flavor the goose, including rosemary, star anise, black pepper, lemon and more. It might be fun to get a cookbook or do an internet search for recipes to get more information about how to cook and prepare a goose.

Learn Nutritional Facts About Goose Meat

Wondering if goose is a healthy food to eat on this day or others? In honor of International Happy Goose Day, consider some of these nutritional facts about this fowl:

Goose meat is an excellent source of Vitamin B-6 which helps the body process energy from foods.

Goose meat also has a great deal of iron – more than beef, chicken or pork.

Other nutrients that can be found in goose meat include magnesium, phosphorus, and calcium.

Visit a Goose Fair

Though their correlation with International Happy Goose Day may not be exact, the fun of celebrating at a Goose Fair might be a perfect plan to make for the occasion. Check out one of these fun events celebrated in honor of this venerable bird:

Nottingham Goose Fair. Dating back to the 13th century, the association of this fair with geese came a bit later, in the 16th century, where records show that the fair was associated with Goose Fair Day. In modern times, this fair often starts on the last day of September and runs through the first week of October.

Goosey Fair in Tavistock, Devon. This well-known fair in the West Country was originally celebrated on International Happy Goose Day but was moved to the second Wednesday of October in 1752 when the Gregorian calendar was adopted.

Colyford Goose Fayre in East Devon. This traditional fair has villagers and others who make the most out of it by dressing in medieval costumes, with the added twist of live geese on the premises.

International Happy Goose Day FAQs

How to tell if a goose is happy?

Signs of trust and affection from a happy goose include loud honking, shoe chewing and affectionate gazes.

What do geese eat?

Geese eat roots, stems, seeds, shoots and leaves of grass, as well as grains, bulbs and berries.

What is Michaelmas?

Also called International Happy Goose Day, this day has traditions that celebrate the Archangel Michael as well as the election of the magistrates in England.

Do geese have teeth?

While geese do not have teeth, they can certainly “bite” with the sharp tomia on their bills and tongues.

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