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shit-people-probably-didnt-say · 1 year

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I would laugh so hard if in S4 Klaus makes fun of Diego for not being able to spin a knife around in his hands anymore

Klaus: Wait, so the whole time we were learning to handle knives you were just using your power??

Diego: 😠

Klaus: Hahah that means even Im now better with knives than you

#they’re siblings your honor #they 100% would make fun of each other #especially luther #just because his power would have affected how he interacted with literally everything #my boy is gonna struggle opening a jar one day #‘was it always this difficult?’ yup #the umbrella academy #tua shitpost #tua #tua incorrect quotes #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves

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garfield-mug · 8 months

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Could I maybe request some cozy comfort with Jake? A rainy day spent inside with him or something like that, whatever you’re up to, thanks in advance!

A/N: i passed my chem exam so here's a treat! idk how i feel about it, but i don't hate it. would've gotten to this sooner but had halloween plans this weekend, which were very fun. hope you like it! also, i'm getting back into using desk top and it's.... different lmao. also not proof read too hard, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors. also, requests are still open!

synopsis: in which you want to remember all that you can during your time with jake.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none, just hurt/comfort and fluff, no use of Y/N

It didn't rain often in San Diego, but when it did, it poured. As was the case today, plans for spending the day at the beach long forgotten. Jake was home, which seemed to be a rare occurrence with his long shifts on base mixed with the occasional deployment. A day off for Jake was not to be taken lightly, or for granted, and you didn't intend to. So here you both sat, in your home, sharing a blanket as you watched a movie. You'd tucked yourself into his side, legs over his lap, as he rubbed gentle circles over your back. You'd felt your eyes growing heavier and heavier with each pass of his hand. You take a deep breath and nuzzle your face into his chest.

"You keep doing that and I'm gonna fall asleep."

Jake stops his ministrations, smiling softly. "Close your eyes if you're tired, honey. Not much else to do today."

You love Jake, you really do. You love most everything about him. You especially love spending time with him because time seems to be the thing you can never find enough of. You know him well enough to know that he feels the same way. You're comfortable with him in a way you aren't with anyone else, which is why you don't really know why the feeling of shy embarrassment starts to creep up your throat and crawl through your insides. It's why you can't bring yourself to look at him when you say, "Wanna spend time with you. Can't do that if I'm sleeping, lovey."

Jake exhales, pushing a small laugh through his nose and places a kiss to the crown of your head. "Baby, we have all day to spend together. You can sleep for a few hours. I'll still be here when you wake up."

You sit up straighter so you can see his face, still finding it difficult to look him in the eye. Jake's expression changes to something more serious as he takes in your change in mood. He brings a hand up to your cheek and you lean into his touch. "Honey, what's wrong?"

It takes a second for you to gather your thoughts so you can actually for coherent sentences. Even when talking with Jake, undoubtedly the love of your life, being vulnerable was difficult. You knew he would listen, and god was he a good listener. You knew he wouldn't ever make fun of you or throw it back in your face. Still, that persistent little speck of doubt took root in the back of your mind, always imagining the worst-case scenario. You take a deep breath.

"I just... I want to remember the time I spend with you because I feel like we never get enough. And I don't want you to think that I think I'm not a priority for you or that you don't try to make time for me because I don't. I don't think that. I know you try so, so hard. It's just that we both have different schedules and sometimes you're shipped off for months at a time and I know you can't control that. It's not your fault, but it just really fucking sucks when you're not here, so I want to get as much of you as I can."

Your cheeks are warm, your neck is warm. You can kind of hear the blood rushing past your eardrums and you know you're sweating. Your hands would be shaking if you hadn't pressed them together. You kind of wished you could run and hide, but you knew that wouldn't make anything better. Jake is looking at you, bright green eyes boring into yours. His gaze is intense, it always is, but especially in these instances where you have his full, unwavering attention. Jake feels his heart squeeze in his chest, almost in disbelief at what he just heard.

He knows being vulnerable is difficult for you. It's difficult for him, too. He walked around with walls up, constantly on guard and keeping those he knew (except for a few) at arm's length. Until he met you. You, who came crashing into his life with your shining eyes and radiant smile. You, who managed to tear down his walls piece by piece, brick by brick, until there was nothing left standing between you and his heart.

Jake sighs, "Baby, look at me." He brings a hand under your chin to get you to look up at him. "I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love spending time with you, too. It doesn't matter what we do or where we go, just that I'm with you. If you're sleeping, so what? It just means I get to hold you. I get to make sure you're comfortable and warm and safe. I get to rub your back and kiss your head and I get to see your face."

Jake has both hands on your cheeks, now, rubbing his thumbs gently over the soft skin under your eyes.

"You look so peaceful when you sleep." It comes out as an almost-whisper. "You may not remember, but I do. I see your face and I know I'm home, I'm safe. I may not be here as much as either of us want, and we may have schedules that don't always line up, but, Baby... any time I get to spend with you is time I wouldn't want to spend any other way. Snoozing on a rainy day or not. I got you in my arms and that's all I need, Babydoll."

Jake's cheeks are warm, his neck is warm. He can kind of hear the blood rushing past his eardrums and he knows he's sweating. His hands would definitely be shaking if he wasn't holding your face right now. He kind of wanted to run and hide, but he knew that wouldn't make anything better. You are looking at him, big bright eyes boring into his. You feel your heart clench in your chest at his words. No one has ever made you feel so loved. You're misty-eyed, smiling up at him like he's just hung the moon and stars. You bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, pulling him in. Softly, you press your lips to his. The kiss is soft and sweet.

"I love you, Jake Seresin." You rest your forehead against his. He pulls you in for another kiss, this time deeper than before, leaving you both a bit breathless. He settles back into the sofa and you follow his lead, lying on his chest. He begins to rub gentle circles over your back.

"Go to sleep, darlin'. I'll be here when you wake up." Jake places a kiss to the crown of your head as you doze off for a cozy afternoon nap.

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sorchathered · 3 months

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Sacred New Beginnings- Chapter 6

A/N- sorry I’ve been so behind lately guys! Life has been kicking my ass and writers block has reared its ugly head. But I’m finally here, we are going to do a couple of time jumps in the future but if you’ve read Lover you know we have a happy ending, so don’t worry!

Summary- Jake and Stormy hadn’t seen each other in a month, finally a long weekend sees our lovers reunited, but not everything is smooth sailing.

Warnings- Drinking, language, a little bit of violence, smut (save a horse, ride cowboy Jake 🤠). Minors DNI.

Song inspo- “I miss you”- Adele

Pairing- Jake Seresin x reader (oc Stormy)

It had been nearly a month since you’d seen Jake, your perfect week in San Diego heavy on your mind as you packed your bag for the holiday weekend. The two of you had been swamped with work but every available hour of free time was spent on FaceTime, most nights falling asleep together through the phone.

Stepping out of the airport brought it all back, sometimes you still couldn’t believe he was really yours, especially when he was scooping you into his arms and carrying you bridal style to his truck, giggles pouring from your lips at his need to be touching you at all times.

He’d missed you so damn much, he’d barely made it in the door before he’d taken you up against the wall (you knew that sundress had been a good idea) and then again in the shower before you both finally collapsed in the sheets of his California king bed he’d let you pick out before you went back to Florida.

Waking up to him would always be your favorite thing, he looked so at peace and almost boyish in the mornings it made your heart clench as your eyes took him in. Heavy body half slung over yours, perfect hair in complete disarray as he let out little snores (that he vehemently denied were a thing).

You’d spent the day at the beach catching up with the daggers and getting all the hot gossip from Phoenix and Bob’s wife Ellie. Rooster had been relocated to the Golden Warriors due to an altercation he’d had with Jake on your last visit, he and Mirage were apparently working on a relationship and she was still very much pregnant. You had ripped him to shreds before you left and hoped he would get his shit together so it was refreshing to hear that he at least seemed to be trying for his future child. Ellie also spilled the beans that she and Bob’s newest baby would be a little girl, their very first and you had to laugh and say a silent prayer for her 3 big brothers, sweet little thing would no doubt be spoiled rotten.

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Dinner and drinks at the Hard Deck were a must, you never thought you’d be so nostalgic for one of Penny’s greasy cheeseburgers and a night of pool with your friends. You offered to grab the next round of beers, copping a feel of your super hot boyfriend as you passed, truly the man had no right to look this good. It made it more and more difficult to leave San Diego being in his orbit, he’d clearly been spending way more time in the gym without you around and it definitely showed, you were pretty sure one wrong move would split the sleeves of his button up from the swell of his biceps and it had you hot and bothered already.

Penny rang up your beers as you two chatted and got caught up, but you noticed a concerned look from her in the direction of your group that had you craning your neck to see the issue. You’d barely been gone 5 minutes and already two of the little tag chasers that frequented the bar every weekend were crowding Jake and Javy, barely there tops and cut off shorts leaving very little to the imagination as you caught one of the girls place her hand on Jake’s chest.

“Hey no fighting in my bar Stormy, you know the rules” Penny said with a gentle hand on yours, she should practically see the steam billowing from your ears as you took the scene in.

“I know the rules Pen, I promise to be sweet as pie” you scooped up the beers and gave her a wink, she groaned and facepalmed as she mentally prepared herself for what you had in store for those poor unsuspecting idiots.

Natasha caught your eye as you placed the beers on the table, probably a little rougher than was necessary and she tried to catch your arm but you easily slipped from her grasp as you looped through the crowd of your friends. Jake looked a little panicked when he saw your face, he had tried to warn them off that his girlfriend was here and he wasn’t the least bit interested but these girls were persistent, one had even gone so far as to suggest you could come home with them and watch and Javy had to stop himself from laughing directly in her face. You didn’t share and you certainly didn’t take kindly to someone trying to touch your man, so when you’d crossed the threshold to the pool table everyone seemed to stop what they were doing, very interested in seeing where this situation would go.

One of the girls had her hand on Jake’s bicep as he was trying to let her know his girlfriend was behind her, as she whipped around to say something snarky but it all died in her throat when you grasped a handful of her hair and yanked her backwards.

“Didn’t your mama ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself?” You said as you pushed her towards her friend, both of them stumbling backwards in their ridiculous stilettos.

“Look honey I get that you think you’re something special but your “boyfriend” isn’t the relationship type, he’s told me so before several times after we’ve hooked up so I-“

She didn’t get very far before you lunged at her, it took Jake, Javy and Mickey to hold you back as the bell rang out from the bar. You hadn’t hurt anyone yet but Penny decided it was best to send both girls packing before she had to call a coroner to collect them. You were fuming, once they’d been sent overboard the boys let you go, you smacked all of them on the arms as you wrenched yourself from their grasp, stomping out the back exit with your middle finger in their general direction. Jake was on your heels with a promise that he’d keep you from hunting them down, catching you just as you slammed your fist into the weathered wood of the building.

He grabbed your hand before you could do anymore damage and you half wanted to rip his head off, looking every bit your callsign with the storm raging in your eyes.

“Baby, come on, look at me please? Don’t worry about those girls, you know they don’t mean shit to me…right?” He suddenly looked very worried at the thought that you might not believe him. “You do know that don’t you?”

You swiped the tears from your eyes before you could get more emotional and let him pull you into his arms, you weren’t really pissed at him and deep down he knew that. “Of course I do Jake, you’ve never lied to me, it's just still new with us, sometimes I forget just how many of these girls have been one night stands, I’d be lying if it doesn’t make me feel a little jealous. I feel like I need to keep you locked up in the house, it should be illegal for you to look this good.”

He throws his head back and laughs at that, but you’re serious. He’s yours now and you want everyone to know that the only girl Hangman is taking home is you.

You slide your hand across the back of his scalp and give a sharp tug, making his eyes fly open as he tries to stifle a moan.

“Does it look like I’m joking Seresin? You want to swagger around here in your half buttoned shirt and slutty jeans, getting me all hot and bothered? You like making me jealous? Maybe we need to go home so I can show you who you belong to since you seem to have forgotten.”

His pupils are blown and irises nearly nonexistent, you can feel him hot and hard pressed against your thigh, you know this side of you has got him right where you want him.

“You just say the word sugar and we can head home, I’ll even get on my knees and beg you to forgive me.” He says a little shakily, he’s not at all used to someone else being in control but damn he wants to see where you take this, it may be the hottest thing he’s ever seen watching you be dominant and a little mean to him. He’d fuck you right on the pool table in front of everyone right now if you asked, he’s starting to worry the two of you might not make it home without him taking you.

It didn’t take much convincing to leave the group shortly after, you were still angry and Jake was definitely too turned on by it to continue playing pool. You barely said a word on the ride home, and didn’t give him the chance to open your door as you marched into his house, disappearing down the hallway to the bedroom. He shook his head and chuckled a little, it was hard to take you seriously when he knew the end result would be the two of you fucking but he had no idea what you had in store.

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You’d planned on making this weekend a little adventurous anyways but now you were angry and determined, overcome with the need to be in charge. So when Jake stepped into your space seeing you stripped down to your lingerie you refused to let him touch you, swatting his hands away and pushing him towards the mattress.

“C’mon baby you aren’t still mad are you?” Jake huffed as you took both his hands and bound them with the rope you’d originally brought for him to use on you.

“You promised you’d beg for forgiveness Jakey, so that’s exactly what’s gonna happen. No touching, no cumming until I say so, by the time I’m done with you I’ll have you a ruined mess. How’s that sound?” You were eyeing him with curiosity, you’d always let him take the lead in bed but you had a feeling he would like this more than he had ever let on. You definitely weren’t disappointed as you saw his eyes darken, he was practically salivating at your words and you hadn’t even touched him yet. Grasping his chin between your fingers you hovered your lips against his, every time he leaned forward you pulled back and by the third time he was whining, you knew he’d be putty in your hands but this was better than you’d expected.

“Baby I-I’ll do whatever you want, fuck just-just kiss me please and then you can string me up six ways to Sunday, I’ll be good I promise.” He had the cutest little pout going and you couldn’t help but lean in and give him what he wanted, running your hands through his golden hair and licking into his mouth as he tried to scoot closer to you, poor thing probably didn’t even realize he was doing it until you stepped away from him completely soaking in his pink cheeks and glazed eyes.

“Alright sweet boy, you got your kisses. Sit still and be good, promise I’ll make it worth your while. I need you to tell me if it’s too much though, ok?” You lean in to press kisses to his forehead as he nodded enthusiastically and you try to stifle a laugh, he’s like a damn puppy just trying to get your attention.

“Alright baby, lay back. Think I might give you something you’ve been asking for first, gonna let me ride your pretty face? How’s that sound?”

He scoots to the headboard as fast as he possibly can with his hands tied, gazing up at you as you remove your skimpy underwear and climb up his body, pressing kisses and nips to his skin and oh you might just be hooked on all the little noises he’s making. Finally settled above his face he gives you that million dollar grin you love so much, and licks from your entrance to your clit, testing the waters as he goes through all the little tricks that have proven to have you a moaning mess, the room filling with sounds of you both and the lewd wet noises as Jake ate at you like a starved man. Once he’d sent you over the edge, white knuckling the headboard as you cried out for him you felt a little more at ease, but you wanted more. He had a bit of a kink for edging you and you’d always wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, so you climbed off of him with jelly legs and splayed your naked body on top of his, pressing his tied wrists above his head as you tasted yourself on his tongue and ground your obscenely wet pussy all over his clothed cock, he was hard as a rock bucking up into you at the delicious friction. Pulling him from his briefs caused him to hiss into your mouth, and you pulled back to nip at his jaw, seeking out the spot on his neck that was most sensitive.

“Oh fuck, baby come on now, you can’t just tease me like this forever- Jesus Christ-“

You’d found the spot evidently, that combined with you grinding yourself across his erection, letting your clit bump against the head as he flexed his hands against the rope. “Shhhh, let me have my fun baby, ohh ohhh it feels so good, shit you feel so fucking good” you were close again already and Jake was losing his mind, in reality he could get out of these knots fairly easily but he’d promised to be good, maybe he had a death wish but saying underneath you like this would be a damn good way to go. He felt himself getting close, you could tell he was nearly there when you wrenched yourself away from him and watched the look of shock cross him as the neediest whine you’d ever heard came from your big hulking boyfriend.

He was leaking like a damn faucet in your hand, tip angry red while his chest heaved, an artist couldn’t begin to try and sculpt how gorgeous he looked to you, your mouthy over the top man was quickly being reduced to a puddle and you were thrilled with the result. You proceeded to play with him and back off two more times with your hands and mouth before he was thrashing his head back and forth, a sob bubbling up from his chest.

“Please-please baby I can’t anymore you win, next girl that comes near me is gonna know I’m yours before she even gets close enough, f-fuck shit I can’t- love you so fucking much”

You laved your tongue over the head of his cock and batted your eyelashes, you definitely got the appeal now as you took in his sweaty form, poor Hangman; reduced to near tears in under an hour just from his sweet little girlfriend, if you were honest you enjoyed it a little too much. Sliding back up his body you removed the ropes, kissing at his wrists and he sighed in relief, he kept his hands to himself as he waited to see if you’d give him what he needed.

“Go ahead Jakey, take what you want baby I’m all yours.”

He flipped you both over immediately, sucking on your tongue as he slammed into you, loud moans and harsh slapping noises coming from your bodies as he sought out his release.

“Fuckin mean, toying with me like that sugar. You know you’re all I’ve wanted, think about this pretty pussy gripping me tight all fucking day, give anything to fuck you like this every night. Nobody makes me feel as good as you do- no one. Love you so goddamn much.”

Now he’s turned you into the moaning mess, playing with your clit as he fucked you hard, you were on the edge again he could feel you pulsing around him, pulling your face into his he sucked your bottom lip and came, desperately grinding up against him as you rode the aftershocks together.

You couldn’t believe what had come over you and you put your hands over your face and giggled. He laughed at how cute you looked and stole kisses, you both needed to get up and shower but these little moments were so scarce these days that he couldn’t help but stay put as long as you’d let him.

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Sunday morning was lazy lovemaking and breakfast in bed, before he finally had to help you pack up to head back to the airport. You’d been a bucket of tears the whole car ride, practically in his lap in the truck the second he’d parked.

“We got this baby” he’d said as he walked you to security, and your heart broke with every step you had to take to get on your plane. Once a month would never be enough, you both wanted a lifetime, it was time to make some changes.

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halfway-happyyy · 2 years

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i'll be here in the morning (jake 'hangman' seresin)

AN: hi friends! this next piece was based on a request and since i’m also a sucker for that cocky southern charmer, i was delighted to fulfil it. no warnings, just cotton candy clouds of fluff.

pairing: jake seresin x female reader

“You're not flying fast enough.”

You almost lose Jake Seresin’s voice in the din of the roaring plane engines around you. Removing the helmet from your head, it takes a moment to adjust to the glaring light from the relentless San Diego sun and he's watching you from his perch against his plane, his viridian gaze a tonic for your tired eyes.

“Gotta make up your mind, Seresin.” You're breathless from your recent dalliance with gravity. “Am I a good pilot or a slow one?”

Jake’s grin rivals the blazing California sun as he pushes himself from his Super Hornet to wrap a tan, toned arm around your waist. “You are one of the best, Zen. There's a reason you were top of your class,” He presses his lips to your sweat-damp temple. “But I’m telling you this as someone who was top of their class four years before you were. You are flying too cautiously.”

You’re holding on too tight. You’ll lose your edge.

“I completed the task, Jake.” His line of critique- though not unusual, is irksome in this very moment and the urge to be freed of your uniform (and this conversation) is overwhelming.

He squeezes you a final time, his dazzling green gaze alight with a familiar fire. “Sure Zen, but at what cost?”

You watch him retreat from the tarmac knowing that the conversation is far from over; it will continue later on from the comfort of your bedsheets.

“He’s too hard on you,” Phoenix calls out from a few yards away. She is gorgeous always, but especially after an hour in the sky; a sheen of perspiration glistens on her forehead, and her cheeks bare a flushed, rosy hue from physical exertion. “Doesn’t he know he’s talking to someone with as many confirmed air combat kills as him?” She appraises the blush seeping into the apples of your cheeks with a smug smile, and winks. “C’mon Zen, let’s go see Penny about a beer.”

Seated across from him at the Hard Deck, it’s difficult to pinpoint exactly when your distaste for Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin morphed into unbridled adoration. He was already a cemented legend at TOPGUN by the time you graduated; rumors of his exploits (both in and out of the sky) ran rampant among your comrades and succeeded in leaving you nauseated and impressed in equal measure.

“Forgive me if this is forward, but will you dance with me?”

You swill back the last of your beverage and turn to Jake, amused. “Since when have you ever shied away from being too forward, Lieutenant?”

His laugh is loud and infectious and fills every square inch of the bar up with a happy echo. “You got me there.”

“Why now?” You ask because you’re genuinely curious.

Jake smiles and brings the neck of the beer bottle to his lips, taking a swig. “You want the truth?”

You nod.

“I leave for something important tomorrow that I don’t know if I’ll be back from, and I reckon it’d be a damn shame if I burned out of this world without at least asking you.”

“Where did you go, m’dear?” Jake’s southern drawl rouses you from your reverie and you smile into the memory.

“I was thinking about the first time we formally met.”

The delicate creases next to Jake’s eyes deepen as he too revisits that night. “A wonderful memory, indeed.” He concedes after a while.

“Come throw darts, Seresin!” Coyote calls from the next table.

Jake throws a thumbs up in compliance and stands from your table. “I never did tell you the other reason I wanted a dance that night, did I?”

You shake your head, an incredulous smile tugs at your lips and all you can think is, you cheeky Southern charmer…

“Nope.”

Jake marvels at you under the caliginous bar lighting. “Word travels fast around here, Zen. Two air-combat kills in three months? I had to know if you danced as well as you flew.”

You can’t help the wry laugh that bubbles up from the base of your throat and causes his grin to stretch wider. “And?” You eye him, expectantly.

“And- after four years of this, I’m still hard pressed to believe there is anything you can’t do.”

He retreats from your table to join Coyote in front of the dart board a few feet away, and it strikes you- not for the first time, his innate way with words and the effects they have on you.

“When do you suppose he’ll finally ask you on a date?” Rooster sidles into the cracked leather booth in front of you, his gravelly voice slicing through the Johnny Cash tune emanting from the jukebox in the corner. You have half a mind to tell him it’s already happened; that Jake spends more time at your house on off-duty hours than anywhere else- but for now, and certainly not for much longer, it’s a secret best kept between the two of you.

“How do you know he hasn’t already?” Penny smirks, dropping off a fresh round of ice-cold beers.

Rooster guffaws loudly. “Zen may be a difficult book to read, but Hangman certainly isn’t!”

Grinning around the rim of your glass, you take a deep sip of the malty, amber liquid. “Trust me Rooster, if anything ever finally happens- you’ll be the first to know.”

And despite all of this- not even one of them bats an eye when an hour lapses, and you leave in Jake’s vehicle.

The drive back to your house is silent, save for the muted pitter-patter of light rain on the car windows. Jake’s large, warm fingers laced between your own keep your mind from wandering and help to ground you in the moment. You marvel at his profile in the waning evening light; sun-kissed skin stretches taut over pronounced cheekbones, a rosy flush blooms on the apples of those cheeks and the urge to kiss him like your life depends on it has never felt more pressing.

“Didn’t your mama ever tell you it was rude to stare?” His teasing tone brims with mirth.

“I’m sure she mentioned something about it but if you were seated where I was, I imagine you’d find yourself in a similar predicament.”

Jake’s fingers squeeze yours thrice, his gaze bashful. “Stop it…”

And it’s true. You have the divine pleasure of waking up to his face more days than not, and it never gets old. He is still just a roguishly handsome as the day before, and yes, he can be astonishingly cocky and sure of himself… but a heart of gold still beats inside his chest, propelling him toward greatness.

Once in the comfort of your own home, and thoroughly soaked from fumbling around for your keys in the pouring rain, Jake draws you a bubble bath. Ridding himself of his clothing, he sinks into the sudsy water in front of you, a low, satisfied sigh emanates from his lips. He rarely allows himself time to relax. He has a tendency of leaving one half of himself down here, and the other half in the clouds, but you’re pleased to see any stress or anxiety he may have had, dissipate the longer he soaks.

“Why don’t you ever wear your ring?”

Your eyes slide open, and you swallow hard, picturing the breathtaking engagement ring Jake had given you six months prior. It sits pretty in a small oak box atop your dresser, right next to a few precious pieces of your grandmother’s jewelry. “I wear it…” You murmur, defensively. “But the idea of losing it in a plane, or out at sea keeps me up at night so I try to be as cautious with it as possible.”

Jake shrugs. “It just dawned on me that I never really see it on you anymore.”

“I will absolutely make an effort to wear it more often.”

Jake gestures for you to join him at the apex of his open thighs, which you oblige happily. He rests his chin in the crook of your shoulder blade, his warm breath as it fans out over your wet skin causes you to tremble into him and he presses his lips to your neck. “Do you know why we call you Zen?” He asks, after a while. His calloused, soapy fingertips traces wet outlines over the dips and valleys of your hips and arms.

You yearn for his touch; constantly craving more of it. “Tell me, Jake.”

He kisses your neck again. “I’m convinced that some sort of intrinsic magic courses through your blood; you bring peace and calm wherever you go. If I’m feeling off, or out of it in any way, all I need to do is to be around you and the whole world shifts back to where it’s supposed to be. I’ve never just… fit, with anyone the way that I do with you.”

You tilt your head to the side to press your lips to the underside of his defined jaw. “It’s because no one could put up with you long enough, Seresin.”

His laughter comes in rolling waves and is the happiest sound you’ve ever heard.

He’s already gone when you rise in the morning; but in his wake he’s left a single pink rose and a handwritten note which reads:

Gone in to work today to help Rookie with some of his maneuvers. Should be back in time to help you with dinner. All my love, J x

Ps- fly faster, kid.

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you lift the rose to your nose, inhaling the heady floral scent of it and shake your head in mild amusement.

My cheeky southern charmer…

After puttering around the house for a while, boredom eventually sets in, and you decide to head to the naval academy to finish up some paperwork. Finding Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob in an empty classroom, you join them.

“He isn't going too easy on Rookie…” Bob’s weary gaze travels to the radio on the front desk. Jake’s Texan drawl is unmistakable anywhere, and you smile softly to yourself at the mere sound of it. While hundreds of miles away, he’s still somehow next to you.

“Does he ever go easy on anyone?” Phoenix asks.

Rooster snorts and gives his head a half-shake. “Not a chance. I hear Zen isn’t even immune to his torment.”

“And yet, the rumors are true,” You sigh, holding your hands in the air. “I am his favourite.”

This earns you a raucous round of laughter from the peanut gallery and you’re about to quip back with something else when the distinct sound of an object being sucked into a metal tube causes the words to die in your throat. Silence descends on the room so quickly, you can hear a pin drop; every single person here knows all too well what that sound signifies.

“Bird strike!” Rookie’s panic-stricken voice slices through the all-consuming silence, confirming your fears.

“Jesus,” Jake curses under his breath- and your heart immediately sinks. “I am throttling back and shutting off fuel to the left engine; extinguishing fire.” His voice is even and calm, though you imagine he’s anything but.

Come on Seresin, you know what to do.

“Right engine’s out now, I’ve tried restarting it but it’s not looking good.”

“They’re both on fire, Hangman.” Rookie’s trying in vain to keep his voice as even as his mentor's but it’s to no avail- dread drips from every word.

“God, Zen’s going to kill me.” Jake hisses in frustration and a piece of your heart splinters in your chest.

“I really don't think you can shake this, Jake!” Rookie is frantic now.

Jake curses again and announces his plane is going into total hydraulic failure. A quick glance to Phoenix tells you she’s having an extremely hard time with this. Bob chews on the bottom lip wedged between his teeth, and his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose as he listens with eyes closed to the accident unfolding in real-time before him.

So like their own…

An alarm can be heard blaring in the background and you imagine the rolling San Diego hillside coming up to greet him with nauseating speed. Bitter bile rises in your throat. “I’m punching out, Rookie. Tell Zen I love her. Eject, eject, eject.”

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” Jake asks one evening.

You bend down to pluck a cowrie shell from the surf at the ocean’s edge. It is entirely perfect in its shape and size, the texture smooth from years of wear from sand and sea salt. “Five years?” You sigh.

Jake nods.

“I see myself here- in San Diego. With you.” His bashful gaze falls to the shell in your hands, and then back up to yours. “Or- it doesn’t have to be San Diego. But I’d prefer it to be with you, and ideally, I’d still like to be flying planes.”

Jake laughs at that. “I don’t think there’s anything on earth that could stand between you and a plane, Zen. It’s one of the endless things I love about you.”

“Where do you see yourself in five years, Jake?”

He shifts next to you; his hand finds yours and encloses around it. “I too would still like to be flying planes.” He brings the back of your hand to his lips and kisses it, gently. “Zen, will you marry me?” It’s quiet; like the Earth has slowed its perpetual turn for a couple seconds to allow you to live in this moment for as long as you wish. “I want it all. I want the long days, the fights, the breakfast for dinners, our friends, the Hard Deck, children… that is where I see myself in five years.”

There is zero hesitation on your end when you say, “I would be honoured to be your wife, Jake.”

His mossy green gaze glistens with happy tears as he reaches into the pocket of his jeans to produce a tiny wooden box. He will later tell you that his grandfather carved that box for his grandmother, and that the ring that now glitters at the base of your left finger contains diamonds from her beloved wedding band.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, Zen.”

You laugh and squeeze his hand thrice. “And somehow, that’s never gotten in my way before.”

It’s hard to imagine that the person lying in the hospital bed a couple feet from where you sit, is the same man you shared a bath with not less than twenty-four hours earlier. He is hooked up to a myriad of machines, and an IV protrudes grotesquely from a vein on the back of his hand. Apart from a few lacerations to his face, a black eye, and a couple of broken ribs- he has come away from his emergency ejection in remarkably good health.

“Bet I gave you quite the scare.” His hoarse voice rings out into the stagnant hospital room before you.

Swallowing hard, you reach for his hand and squeeze it reassuringly. “You did. Maybe not as bad as Phoenix and Bob, though.”

Jake’s eyes fall closed and he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Zen.”

“It could’ve happened to anyone.”

And it could’ve ended worse.

“And unlike you, I could care less about how fast you fly- just that you make it home to me at the end of the day.”

Jake laughs. “Roger that, Lieutenant.”

You find yourself at your favourite watering hole a month later, surrounded by friends and familiar faces. It’s Rooster’s birthday, and he’s just finished performing a bang-up version of Great Balls of Fire on the cherished piano in the corner of the bar. The only tell-tale sign of Jake’s accident is in the slight breathlessness from his still-healing ribs.

Rooster slides into the booth before you, his cheeks flushed from copious amounts of birthday beer, and his awe-inspiring performance. “You get any better at that Bradshaw, and we’re going to have to hire you for our wedding.”

His glassy hazel eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the sight of the engagement ring on your finger; and you can see the wheels turn in his head as he glances between you and Jake, expectantly. “I beg your pardon?”

“I asked Zen here to marry me oh what- six months ago, now?”

You nod, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Six months ago, on the dot.”

Penny’s laugh is loud and causes pleasant goosebumps to bloom in patterns over your arms. “What did I tell you guys? Mav and I knew the moment Hangman met her. Congratulations you two.” She leans over the table to press a kiss to your cheek and then to Jake’s and heads off to fetch the table another round of celebratory drinks.

Rooster is still speechless; and Phoenix and Bob’s combined laughter causes your heart to swell in your chest. The love you have for these people is insurmountable; they are your family.

“You know what the best part of all of this is?” Jake muses, quietly.

You shake your head. “I haven’t a clue, Seresin.” Gazing at the light smattering of freckles that dust the bridge of his nose like miniscule constellations, you realize just then how blesssd you are to wake up to his face day in and day out for the rest of your life.

“Even when you and I first met- you felt so familiar. And as time passes it feels less like I’m getting to know you and more like I’m remembering who you are. I'm not sure if that makes a lick of sense, but it's how I feel."

Slinging an arm around a broad shoulder, you press a kiss to his clean-shaven cheek. "I can't wait to wife you, Seresin."

#all i want in life is an intimate bubble bath with him #is that so hard to ask??#jake 'hangman' seresin #hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #top gun: maverick #writing #fluff #jake seresin #jake seresin fanfic

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"Road trips" for soft prompts if you feel inspired

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road trip fics are my kryptonite so it was difficult to keep this short skhdk thank you!!

[read on ao3]

Buck shows up at Eddie’s place unannounced early on the second morning since Christopher has left for camp.

At least half the time when he comes over it’s without specific plans, but this morning, it’s clear that Buck does have specific plans, he just didn’t tell Eddie about them.

Eddie is sitting aimlessly at the kitchen table, trying to convince himself to at least put away his dishes from breakfast, when Buck bursts in and (Eddie is aware of how cliched that is) immediately brightens up his so far very gray morning.

“Eddie,” he calls instead of a hello, and he hears him kicking off his shoes by the door, “it’s me! Are you dressed?”

Eddie snorts. “You think I have a habit of walking around naked when I’m home alone?”

Buck’s face is pink when he rounds the corner to the kitchen. “No, uh, I’m– I meant dressed to leave the house.”

Eddie looks down at the ratty old gym shorts he slept in. “Uh. No, why?”

“Well, then go get dressed,” Buck orders him instead of answering the question. He waves at the dishes and adds, “I’ve got this.”

“Get dressed for what?” Eddie asks

“Just put on something comfortable that you’re okay with being seen in in public.” Buck starts gathering Eddie’s dirty dishes, completely ignoring Eddie’s confusion. “I’m not answering any questions until we’re in the car.”

Ten minutes later, Eddie is dressed and ready, and Buck’s waiting in the living room for him, Eddie’s duffle bag on the couch next to him.

“When did you pack that?” he asks, and Buck gives him a sunny smile and a shrug.

“The other day.”

“Where are we going? For how long? And what about work? How long have you been planning this?”

“I knew you’d just sit around and mope while Chris is away,” Buck says, getting up and grabbing Eddie’s duffle. “Come on, I’ll tell you the rest in the car.”

It turns out that Buck has planned a whole road trip for them.

“Just a few days,” he says. “I talked to Bobby, and we both have plenty of PTO, so I figured, why not distract ourselves a little bit while Christopher is at camp?” He glances at Eddie for a moment before focusing back on the road. “We’re going hiking for a few days, one state park after another. And then we’re in San Diego for two nights, just to relax. Or at least I hope it’ll be relaxing – I got us this really nice hotel with a wellness center, but we’re gonna have to share a room.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie says, and desperately hopes it’s true. They shared Buck’s bed for weeks during the pandemic, but that was before Eddie realized that he’s very, very attracted to his best friend. “We’ve shared plenty of times.”

“Yeah, but after four nights of sharing a motel room with me, you might want your own space back.”

Eddie kind of wants to tell him he never wants space from him, but he catches himself just in time.

There are a lot of close calls like that over the next few days: thoughtless words that come too close to a confession, sleepily cuddling closer in a motel room that accidentally didn’t book them into a twin room, staring at Buck for too long when he takes his shirt off while hiking. Buck does almost all of the driving and Eddie spends too much time watching him rather than the landscape flashing by, the long stretches of road not nearly as fascinating as Buck’s face while he talks, his one-handed gestures, his smile, the way he sometimes laughs with his whole body.

“Hey, did I tell you I wanted to take you to Channel Islands National Park?” Buck asks on an especially empty road somewhere between the desert and San Diego. “It’s super inaccessible so I figured it wasn’t something we could do with Christopher anyway, but you can only get there by boat and everything’s limited so they say you should start planning like six months ahead of time. I’ve had this planned for a while, but not for that long.”

“No, you didn’t tell me,” Eddie says, and it comes out sounding just as weak as he feels.

“Oh yeah, you probably know it – they’re these islands off Santa Barbara where you’re not even allowed to bike, you have to do everything on foot. But we could’ve hiked there and camped, and then gotten a nice hotel in Santa Barbara if we wanted. They’re beautiful, apparently, but I wouldn’t want Chris to feel left out.”

“No,” Eddie agrees, something that feels a bit like laughter rising up in his chest. He can’t believe Buck is real sometimes, that there’s someone with all that love in his heart, and that he gives it to Eddie and his son so freely. “It sounds great, though.”

“Yeah, so maybe we can go next year when he’s at camp. Do you think he’ll be less mad if he’s doing something cool at the same time?”

“I don’t think he’ll be mad at us at all,” Eddie says. “If there’s nothing to do but hike–”

“There’s whale watching too, and all sorts of other animals,” Buck interrupts. “I think I could make it cool for him, too, if only there was a way for him to get around comfortably.”

“I’m sure you could.” Eddie’s mouth is dry, and he wipes his sweaty palms on the shorts he’s wearing. “Pull over.”

Buck glances at him, confused. “What?”

Eddie takes a breath. “Just– when you can do it safely, please pull over.”

Buck gives him a look that’s equal parts confused and worried. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Eddie says, even though his heart feels like it’s trying to beat right out of his chest.

“Okay.” Buck sounds like he doesn’t fully believe him, but he doesn’t ask again until he’s pulled over at a tiny rest stop that’s nothing but a parking spot and a trash can a minute later. “What’s going on?”

“Sorry, I didn’t– I didn’t mean to make you worry,” Eddie starts. He wipes his hands again. “I just– I didn’t want to say this while you were driving, but I also can’t not say it any longer–”

“Say what?” Buck asks when Eddie pauses to take a deep breath.

“Oh, god,” Eddie mutters, and then turns to face Buck, makes himself look him in the eye. “I love you. I have for a long time, and it’s been getting harder and harder not to tell you, so. I guess I’m telling you.”

Buck’s eyes widen, and he starts trying to unclip his seatbelt. The worry and confusion melt from his face and turn into something that Eddie very much hopes is happiness, and then asks, “Wait, just to be sure, you mean–?”

“I’m in love with you,” Eddie clarifies, Buck’s seatbelt finally clicks open, and he launches himself across the middle console to grab Eddie’s face with both hands.

“I’m in love with you too,” he says, and then his mouth is on Eddie’s and he doesn’t think about anything else for a few minutes.

Buck exhales a breathless laugh against his lips and pulls back just enough to talk but leaning his forehead against Eddie’s instead. “God, Eddie, what the fuck? When you said to pull over I thought– I don’t know what I thought, but it wasn’t this.”

“Sorry,” Eddie says, nudging Buck’s nose with his own. “It’s just– you love us so much, and I love you so much and I just couldn’t wait a minute longer to tell you.”

“Well, now I’m kind of glad you asked me to pull over first.” He leans in for one way too short kiss. “I would’ve crashed the car.”

“Safety first,” Eddie says, but he’s not really focused on talking anymore.

“This is good timing,” Buck keeps talking, and he only grins at the noise of protest Eddie makes when he leans back to look at him. “First of all, this way I can take you on a date in a city rather than in some remote mountain place.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie says, and he’s distracted by Buck’s immensely kissable mouth, but he still wants to know, “And secondly?”

Buck grins wider and tugs Eddie closer with a gentle hand on the back of his neck. “The fancy hotel in San Diego didn’t have any twin rooms.”

#buddie #911fic #911 #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #pia writes #ask #prince-buck-diaz

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PEDRI'S INTERVIEW WITH ESPN ahead of the game against Atlético de Madrid - Translation:

On securing a place in the round of 16 in the Champions League:

"Well, I'm very happy and very excited, the Porto match was like a final for us and well, we got through it. We've already changed our mindset and are thinking about La Liga, we have things to improve."

On Atlético de Madrid:

"Well, yes, I think that Atlético is a very tough team that sometimes they don't talk about much, but it's a team that works very well, that is doing things very, very well and they make it difficult for anyone."

On Diego Simone:

"I think that a coach who has been at a club for so many years has incredible merit, Simone has also done a lot for Atlético and well, I think he is one of the best coaches in the world."

On how to break down Atlético's line of defence with three centre-backs:

"Well, playing against a three-man defence is always complicated, even more complicated if it is Atlético de Madrid, but with a lot of ball movement, with a lot of space to come to receive and try to make the defenders doubt if you are coming to receive and try to make them doubt so that you don't get the ball."

On Rodrigo de Paul:

"I think he is a very complete player because, as you said, he can play in almost any position and I think that a player like him is key for the teams. He is a very important player for them and we will try to do our best."

On not playing in the Camp Nou:

"Well it is different. I think that in the Camp Nou there are a lot of people and so especially the atmosphere that there is in the Camp Nou is different. But well, we are lucky that the fans continue to support us at the Montjuïc and we have to play like it's our home because for now it is."

On running 13 km during the match against Porto:

"It was a game that I really ran a lot, it was an important game for the team and we had to win. Yes, well, I will do whatever it takes for the team."

On the physical aspect of the team:

"The team works a lot on the physical level. Some people say that Barcelona does not work on the physical aspect, but that is a lie. We work a lot. We try and run a lot more and for this game it was my turn."

On playing in the midfield with Frenkie and Gündogan:

"When you give the ball to Frenkie and Gündogan, it's very difficult for them to lose it. They bring a lot of dynamic and control to the game. Having these two players is a luxury. I have known Frenkie for longer and I really enjoy having Frenkie next to me on the pitch and I miss him a lot when he is gone. It's still a bit harder with Gündo because he has just come recently but he has immense quality."

#didn't add the parts that i already posted yesterday but that's roughly it #pedri #pedri gonzalez #fc barcelona #fc barça #barça #*interview

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 1 year

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What is L-O-V-E? - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Bradshaw!Fem!OC (Lena) (Ex-Wife!OC)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Divorce and Separation; Angst; References to Child Custody Agreements; One Sided Feelings; Toxic/Conflictual Dynamics; References to Goose and Carole; Female Bradshaw OC and Named Son OC

This work, all of my works, and my entire blog is 18+ Only!

Summary: Lena Bradshaw (formerly Seresin) struggles once again to keep the peace between her ex-husband Jake and her older brother Bradley for her son's sake. And the uranium facility mission only seems to heighten the stakes of it all.

A.N. Everyone's a little toxic here. Just so we're clear.

Part 2 Part 3

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Lena Bradshaw was not the best when it came to dealing with conflict.

If she were to see a therapist, they probably would have blamed that on the fact that she was an orphan before she was even a teenager and didn’t remember her biological father. Childhood trauma and all that. But either way, she was horrible at dealing with conflict.

Especially in her personal life.

There was the fight between Bradley and Maverick over the Naval Academy. Then there were the fights between Bradley and her now ex-husband Jake. And then, of course, there was her divorce. She simultaneously was both too compromising and too difficult at the same time.

But regardless, Lena had one main priority in her life now. And that was her son, Nickie. Nicholas Jacob Seresin-Bradshaw. The ‘Bradshaw’ got added on after the divorce.

Nickie was on the cusp of turning four now and quickly growing more curious about the world around him. And that raised a lot of maternal anxiety in Lena. Especially when it came to Nickie’s fascination with aviation. Particularly naval aviation. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Every single important male figure in Nickie’s life was a naval aviator. But it still scared her.

“Look at all the planes, Mommy!” Nickie shouted, causing Lena to snap out of her thoughts.

“I know, there’s a lot of them,” she agreed softly.

Lena turned back to the road and changed lanes, heading for the San Diego International Airport to pick up her brother. Bradley called her yesterday to tell her that he was returning to Top Gun for some mission and Lena was sure that her blood pressure hadn’t returned to a normal level since then.

“Is Uncle Roos on one of those planes?” Nickie questioned excitedly, pressing his face to the window.

“He should have landed by now.”

Lena pulled out her phone and pressed on Bradley’s contact. Nickie peeled his face off of the window, leaving marks where his nose and forehead were leaned up against it.

“Are you calling him?”

“Yes, because your uncle never tells me where he is,” Lena replied dryly.

She was also waiting for a text or call from her ex-husband, but so far it was radio silence. That wasn’t necessarily odd, however. After one of Jake’s deployments got extended last minute and Nickie was inconsolable when Lena broke the news to him, Jake didn’t call her until he was actually standing on American soil.

But if Bradley got the call back to Top Gun for some big mission, Lena had to assume that Jake would also be returning to Miramar. Lena didn’t want to wade into the rivalry between her brother and her ex-husband, but Jake was the better pilot.

Don’t tell Bradley that she said that. Ever.

“Hello, this is your captain speaking,” Rooster answered the call in a mock-pilot voice. Lena rolled her eyes as Nickie giggled from the backseat.

“Where am I picking you up again?” she asked, glancing at the sidewalk.

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Rooster jokingly whined.

“Hi, Uncle Roos!” Nickie shouted from the backseat.

“Hey, buddy! How are you?” Bradley asked, reverting back to his normal voice.

“Good! There’s lots of planes here!”

“There are,” Rooster agreed.

“Look, if you want the free ride and meal that I promised, you do have to tell me where you are so that I can pick you up,” Lena sighed, driving slowly through the terminal.

“I’m down at the end. Right past the last set of speed bumps before you get to the next airline.”

“Okay, then we’ll see you in a few seconds.”

“No, no, Mommy, you’re supposed to say, ‘copy that’,” Nickie corrected her.

“You tell her, Nickie!”

“Goodbye,” Lena stressed, ending the call.

She plopped her phone into the cupholder and looked through the crowded mess on the sidewalk. Lena slowly rolled over the last set of speed bumps before Nickie began to eagerly bounce in his seat and press his hands against the window.

“There he is!”

“Still dressed like its 1986,” Lena mumbled under her breath.

Rooster waved comedically to Nickie as he followed Lena’s car, causing Nickie to laugh and wave back to him just as dramatically. Lena slowed the car down before putting it into park. Rooster walked around to the back, opened the trunk, and placed his duffel bag down.

“Uncle Roos!” Nickie called excitedly.

“Is that Nickie? Nah, you’re too big to be Nickie,” Rooster teased his nephew.

“It’s me!” Nickie huffed as Rooster walked around the car.

“Thanks for picking me up, Sis. You’re too kind,” Rooster joked, sliding into the passenger seat.

“I know, I am,” Lena replied with a small smile.

She leaned over and tugged her brother into a tight hug that Bradley happily returned. It had been a solid eight months since the Bradshaw siblings were in the same city. And even though Bradley called and emailed her whenever he could, it was nice to have her brother sitting beside her again.

“How was your flight?” Lena asked, turning to pull out of the airport.

“Not too bad. Long. But now I get to hang out with my favorite nephew all day!” Rooster replied, spinning around to face Nickie.

“I’m your only nephew!”

“Still counts!”

“Seatbelt,” Lena stated, smacking Rooster on the arm. “Even fighter pilots need to wear their seatbelts.”

“Yeah, Uncle Roos!”

Lena drove them away from the airport, chatting casually with Rooster about his most recent deployment and any other life updates. But Nickie quickly butted into the conversation and informed Uncle Rooster all about his life. Rooster listened along intently, adding commentary where necessary, and genuinely making Nickie feel heard.

After all, Nickie was Rooster’s godson. Jake was more than a little annoyed about it at the time, but Rooster was Nickie’s godfather. And Rooster absolutely adored Nickie. He hated the fact that Nickie’s dad was Jake, but he wouldn’t hesitate to spend any time with Nickie. Ever.

“And Daddy promised to take me to a football game soon!” Nickie yelled out excitedly, missing how Rooster’s expression changed.

“Did you get that in writing?” Rooster asked Nickie dryly.

Lena immediately smacked Rooster on the arm, causing him to huff and rub the tender skin. Nickie was a little confused about the shift in the atmosphere, but he just laughed off the interaction between his mom and his uncle. Lena shot her brother a look before turning back to the road.

“Do not talk bad about J-A-K-E in front of Nickie,” she stated, leaving no room for argument.

The only time that Lena ever saw her brother turn purple with rage, minus the paper pulling situation, was when she told him about her and Jake. Rooster spouted off just about every bad word that he ever heard about Jake, told Lena that she was making the biggest mistake of her life, and swore up and down that Jake was just going to break her heart.

Rooster quieted down about his distaste for Jake around the time that Nickie was born and they both used Nickie as a buffer between them when they were forced to be around each other. But Lena just wished that they would just bury the hatchet already. And she definitely would not tolerate either of them talking bad about the other in front of Nickie.

Absolutely not.

“I’m just saying—”

“—And you’re going to stop saying whatever it is,” Lena interjected, shooting her brother a sharp glare. “He apologized for that and he made it up. So, drop it.”

“I’m just saying that he’s an A-S-S-H-O—”

“—Brad, I know, okay?” Lena huffed, getting a little aggravated with her brother. “I left him for a reason. But don’t talk bad about him in front of your nephew. He’s still part of our lives whether you like it or not. So, don’t talk about him like that. Got it?”

“Fine,” Rooster replied, dropping the discussion. He turned back to Nickie with a new and slightly forced smile. “We can toss a ball around in the backyard when we get to your house, Nickie.”

“Yay!”

Lena pulled up to her and Nickie’s home a few minutes later. The house that actually used to belong to Maverick and was the house that she and Bradley lived in after their mom passed. When Lena called Maverick crying about her divorce, he gifted her the house. Unprompted and despite the fact that Lena told him that it was too much.

Maverick called it a fresh start. And, so, Lena took it.

“I’ll race you inside,” Rooster told Nickie, who hurriedly tugged at his car seat.

“There’s a child lock on his door,” Lena sighed, causing Rooster to glance back at her.

“Well, then I’ll get you out and then we’ll race, Nickie.”

Rooster pulled Nickie out of his car seat and set him on the ground. But Nickie wasn’t going to wait for anyone and took off for the house. Rooster was right behind him, which caused Nickie to squeal. Lena smiled to herself and slid out of the car. Lena walked up after them and unlocked the door.

“The baseball stuff is in that closet. Do not trek dirt into my house, Bradley.”

“Copy that,” Rooster replied, barely listening, as Nickie ran over to his toy closet.

Nickie and Rooster headed outside to toss a baseball around while Lena started on lunch. She was in the middle of pulling out ingredients for sandwiches when her phone started to buzz. Noting the contact, Lena let out a sigh and answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Are you at work?” Jake asked as Lena moved around her kitchen.

“No, I took the day off. My brother is in town.”

“Did he get called back to Top Gun?” Jake immediately questioned, unable to hide his distaste.

“Yes, why?”

“I got called up too. And so did Javy.”

Lena paused for a moment, staring out the window. If the Navy already called in Jake, Bradley, and Javy, she had to assume that something big was happening. And by ‘big’ she meant dangerous. And Lena preferred to stay away from the danger zone. Very far away from the danger zone.

“So, are you coming to Miramar soon then?” Lena asked, refocusing on the phone call.

“I’m driving down from Lemoore now. It says that I’m about four hours away.” There was a beat of silence before Jake asked, “Am I allowed to come over since the chicken is there?”

“Jake,” Lena pleaded quietly, “he’s still Nickie’s uncle. We haven’t seen him in nearly a year.”

“Well, I’m Nickie’s dad.”

“I’m aware,” Lena sighed, leaning on the countertop. “And Nickie knows that too.” Lena glanced out the window before turning back to her call. “Bradley isn’t staying for dinner. He should be gone by the time that you get here.”

“Thank you.”

“Did you want me to tell Nickie that you’re coming here?”

“No, I’ll surprise him.”

“Okay. Text me when you get to Miramar.”

“I will. Bye.”

“Bye, Jake.”

Setting her phone down on the countertop, Lena held her head in her hands and took a breath.

She didn’t plan on getting divorced. She didn’t want to get divorced. She tried to make it work. She tried to get them into counseling, she tried to communicate how she was feeling and what she needed from their relationship, and she reminded herself over and over again about how miserable her mom was as a single mom.

But she wasn’t her mom. She wasn’t strong like her mom. She didn’t lose Jake like Carole lost Goose. She lost Jake while he was standing right there in front of her. The fantasy that she had in her head shattered and there were too many pieces to pick up and put back together.

And even though her ex-mother-in-law accused her of enjoying the divorce, Lena didn’t take any pleasure in it. But she tried and she failed. And she tried again and she failed. And there were only so many times that she could try before she lost it. So, she got divorced.

Turning back to the bread, Lena simply focused on making lunch. She eventually set the plates down on the table and walked over to the sliding door. Pushing it open, she stuck her head outside.

“Lunch is ready. But leave your dirty shoes on the steps,” she called, shooting a look at Rooster.

“Copy that, Mommy!” Nickie shouted happily.

They all sat around the table, enjoying lunch and catching up. Taking a sip from her drink, Lena turned to her brother.

“So, what time are you leaving?”

“Before dinner time. I should see who else got the call up. And they’ll all be at the Hard Deck.”

“Say ‘hi’ to Penny for me,” Lena replied, wiping at Nickie’s face.

“I will,” Rooster promised.

“I like Penny,” Nickie announced, pushing his vegetables around on his plate. “She gave me a pop-sickle. And let me ring the bell!”

“I’ve always wanted to ring the bell,” Rooster told Nickie, as if he were sharing top-secret government information. “What was it like?”

“Really loud! Mommy didn’t like it.”

Rooster laughed as Lena shook her head at the memory. She distinctly recalled dragging Nickie away from the bell because he wouldn’t let go. Luckily, it was just Penny, Jimmy, and Amelia in the bar at the time. But poor Theo the dog had to run for cover.

“Because you did it when I was standing right next to the bell, Nickie. And you wouldn’t let go,” Lena reminded her son, poking his cheek.

“‘Cause it was fun!”

“Mhmm,” Lena teased her son. Glancing down at his plate, she sighed and set down her utensils. “Nickie, can you try eating some of the vegetables?”

“I don’t want broccoli. It’s gross!”

“What about the carrots then?” Lena tried to negotiate. “If you eat two carrots, we’ll have some ice cream. How about that?”

“Ice cream?” Nickie repeated, perking up instantly.

“Now that sounds like an even trade to me,” Rooster agreed, earning a thankful nod from Lena.

“I think so. Here, we’ll all eat one together.”

Lena and Rooster picked up a carrot each and Nickie begrudgingly followed along. And even though he looked like he hated his life while he chewed on the carrots, Nickie still ate two of them without too much protest. Quickly hopping up when he was done, Nickie turned to his mom.

“Ice cream!”

Lena shot her son a look, earning a sheepish smile in return that definitely came from his dad’s side of the family.

“Please,” Nickie added on at the end.

After Nickie scarfed down a scoop of ice cream, they headed outside. Nickie happily ran around the driveway. Sometimes he would toss a ball to Rooster and sometimes he would shoot it at the small basketball hoop, but Nickie happily entertained himself while on his sugar high. And that left Lena and Rooster some space to catch up on topics that Lena didn’t want Nickie to hear.

“So, is he coming?” Rooster asked, causing Lena to sigh.

“Yes, he’s coming,” she confirmed quietly. “Don’t tell Nickie. He wants to surprise him.”

“Do you need me to leave?”

“No, I told him to come around dinner. He’ll text me when he’s close and ready,” Lena replied, fiddling with her necklace. “But please don’t antagonize him if you see him.”

“It’s usually the other way around.”

“Just please don’t try and make things worse,” Lena sighed, turning to her brother.

“I’m always on my best behavior.”

Lena let out an incredulous laugh that immediately had Rooster rolling his eyes. It was the godawful laugh that Lena always used when he was being an asshole to piss him off even more. He hated it. And he knew that Hangman hated it too. And Bradley guessed that their mom Carole and Maverick hated it as well because it always made them go ghost white when they heard it.

“Oh, you kill me, you really do,” Lena sighed, wiping fake tears away.

~~~~~

Jake knew that as soon as Rooster started up the piano routine, he was going to leave.

He studied the competition, caught up with Javy, and had a nice cold beer for the first time in five months. So, when the chord to the jukebox was pulled, Jake left the Hard Deck.

Hell, if he had it his way, he would have already been with Lena and Nickie, but Jake didn’t get his way.

He didn’t get his way when he was served with divorce papers. He didn’t get his way when Lena moved with Nickie down to San Diego. He didn’t get his way when Lena was awarded primary custody by the courts because he was active-duty.

Jake Seresin just didn’t get his way when it came to Lena Bradshaw.

If Jake had it his way, he would still be married to Lena, living in Lemoore in the house that he handpicked for them, and the damn chicken would mind his fucking business. He would see Nickie every day that he was in the States. Maybe they would have even had a second or third kid by now.

But Jake didn’t get his way.

Pulling up to Lena’s house, Jake headed for the side door. It was unlocked and Jake let himself inside the house. he took a few steps until he saw Lena cooking dinner in the kitchen. She glanced up and smiled when she spotted him.

“Nickie, sweetie, can you come in here for me?” Lena called, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

Nickie walked into Jake’s view from the family room, where he was probably playing with his toys or watching cartoons. Nickie held the coyote plushie—even though Jake was a hundred percent sure that it was actually a wolf—that Javy got him to his chest as he walked over to the kitchen, completely unaware of Jake’s presence.

“Hey, who’s that?” Lena asked Nickie, pointing in Jake’s direction.

Nickie turned around, following his mom’s finger. But when he spotted Jake, his dad who he hadn’t seen in nearly five months, Nickie let out a little delighted gasp and ran over. Jake bent down and caught Nickie as he flung himself forward.

“Daddy!” Nickie yelled out.

“Hey, little man,” Jake called, scooping Nickie up into a tight hug.

Jake held his son to his chest and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Rocking his son back and forth, Jake tried to keep a lid on his own emotions.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Daddy.”

“God, you’re getting so big,” Jake murmured, mostly to himself, as he brushed Nickie’s hair back.

“Bigger than you!” Nickie stated, sitting up straighter.

“Someday, maybe,” Jake agreed with a light chuckle. “Are you being a good boy for Mommy?”

Nickie nodded quickly with a small, mischievous grin. It was the grin that always popped up when Nickie got caught doing something that he wasn’t supposed to do. It also usually resulted in Lena turning to Jake with an exasperated ‘he gets that from your side of the family’ expression.

“Most of the time,” Lena joked, standing a few steps away.

Jake straightened up a bit more and nodded to his ex-wife with a small smile. He tried to not let his eyes linger on her bare left ring finger and turned to meet her gaze. And even though it had been about seven years since he met Lena Bradshaw—though she was still Lena Seresin in his mind—he still got that same warm feeling crawling up his neck whenever he saw her.

“Lena,” Jake greeted her softly.

“It’s good to see you, Jake,” she returned quietly. “We were just about to eat. Are you hungry?”

“I could definitely eat,” Jake agreed with a nod. “Thanks.”

“Of course.”

“Are you staying all night, Daddy?” Nickie called, redirecting Jake’s attention.

“I don’t think so, Nick,” Jake replied, fixing Nickie’s shirt for him.

“Aw,” Nickie complained, causing both Lena and Jake to wince. “Why not?”

“I’ve got training tomorrow morning. Super early,” Jake explained, not even completely lying.

“Can he stay another night, Mommy?” Nickie asked Lena, causing her to freeze for a moment.

“Yeah, he can stay another night,” she agreed, nodding along. “But let’s eat dinner first, okay?”

They sat around the table as a family. It was times like those that Jake sometimes forgot that they weren’t married anymore. This house wasn’t his home. It wasn’t their home. And well, Jake could never dwell on those feelings anyways. Not without whiskey on hand, anyways. Jake helped Nickie cut the bigger piece of chicken into little bits while Lena placed a scoop of vegetables on Nickie’s plate.

“How was the Hard Deck?” Lena asked, turning to her ex.

“It was fine. Scoped out the competition. Played a little pool. Made an early exit,” Jake replied, causing Lena to nod along. “Maverick got thrown out.”

Lena picked her head up sharply at the news and Nickie started to bounce in his seat at the mention of his great uncle. Though more often than not, Nickie called Maverick something along the lines of ‘Grandpa Mav’ because Maverick was the closest figure to a grandfather that Nickie had. Jake’s parents stopped visiting after the divorce, after all.

“Maverick is in town?” Lena asked Jake quietly.

“He didn’t tell you?” Jake returned, raising an eyebrow.

“No, he didn’t,” Lena stated, shaking her head. “And he got thrown out?”

“He left his phone on the bar and couldn’t pay his tab.”

“I told him not to go there,” Lena sighed, shaking her head.

“And your brother was there too,” Jake replied, causing Lena to reluctantly meet his gaze.

“How was that?” she asked quietly, glancing down at her plate.

“It was how it normally goes,” Jake muttered, causing Lena to wince.

“Daddy, can we watch a movie together? Please!” Nickie asked, grabbing Jake’s arm.

“Yeah, we can watch a movie, Nick. But we have to finish eating first, okay?”

“Okay!”

Jake asked Nickie about how things were going at daycare. Nickie happily told his dad everything that was going on in his life and held onto every single word that Jake spoke about aviation. Lena glanced between her son and Jake, easily picking out the similarities between them. After all, Nickie was quickly growing to look like his dad’s twin.

They eventually cleaned up and Jake settled on the couch with Nickie, who picked out a movie for them to watch. Lena gave them their space and went back to her office to catch up on some work. Lena poked her head out once to remind Jake about Nickie’s bedtime, but Jake was already giving Nickie a bath, so she just went back to work.

Jake came and knocked on the door to her office when it was time to put Nickie to bed. They walked into Nickie’s bedroom together like the divorce was just some bad dream that they already forgot about. Lena pulled back the blankets on Nickie’s bed and stepped aside for Jake.

“Alright, time for bed, Nickie.”

Jake laid Nickie down on his bed and pulled up Nickie’s blankets over him. Tucking Nickie into bed for the night, Jake handed Nickie his coyote plushie and ruffled Nickie’s still wet hair.

“Are you coming back, Daddy?” Nickie asked, causing Jake to nod quickly.

“Yeah, I’m coming back. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” Nickie replied, immediately perking up.

“I love you, Nickie.”

“Love you too, Daddy.”

Nickie sat up and wrapped his little arms around Jake’s neck to hug him. Jake quickly hugged Nickie back and pressed a kiss to Nickie’s head. After holding onto Nickie for a bit longer, Jake reluctantly released his son and stepped aside. Lena walked over, pressed a kiss to Nickie’s head, and told him that she loved him before she and Jake headed out of Nickie’s bedroom.

Carefully shutting the door, Lena waited a moment before she turned to Jake.

“I’m working tomorrow, so if you get out before four, you can pick him up if you want. Just text me,” Lena offered as she and Jake walked towards the door.

“I will if we get out,” Jake replied immediately.

“Do you still have the car seat your truck?”

“Never took it out,” Jake assured her, grabbing his wallet and keys.

“Okay,” she agreed softly, nodding along. Wrapping her arms around herself, Lena nodded to him before stepping to the side. “Goodnight, Jake.”

“Night,” he whispered back, reaching for the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” she returned quietly.

Jake nodded to her one last time before taking his leave and heading over to his car. Lena closed the door behind him and locked it for the night. Watching Jake’s truck drive off into the night, Lena sighed and leaned on the door, resting her head against the wood.

“Talk to me, Mom,” she murmured, glancing up at the ceiling with a conflicted expression. “What do I do?”

Part 2 Part 3

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By the time the Angels returned to the ranch, dusk had begun to crawl towards the horizon; everyone grateful to have made it back in one piece- with minimal emotional and physical scarring.

Vera: Y'know, I really think you're getting better at this whole horse thing. It only bucked you off twice on the trip back! Poppy: Eugh, I think I'm getting a saddle rash. Vera: Yeah me too. Maybe we wear pants tomorrow? Poppy: Gross.

It had been an interesting day for everyone to say the least.

Poppy had gotten some surprising family time, Vera had developed a very understandable hatred for large quadrupeds, and Kate- well.

After the official sale of the ranch, the last few months hadn't been the easiest on Diego Luis García. The work was difficult and monotonous, and he had lost a lot of the things that were important to him holding on to the only home he'd ever known- it was easy to be bitter.

But he stuck around anyway. And today might have been one of the first days in a long time he didn't stop to regret it.

A weird day for sure, but weird isn't bad- he'd rather weird than boring any day. And some people, especially the weird ones, can leave quite an impact.

Oh and Chavo told me to let you know he found several of his toys he had buried last week out in the pasture.

So! An exciting day all around!

But for Agent Kate Miller, Designation: 008, the day had been a moderate success. No one had died, her mile time improved by 3 seconds, and she got to ride again. After her transfer to the Del Sol UNIT offices she had ended up making the hard decision to sell her own horse back home.

And she'd have to be lying through her teeth to convince you that this wasn't one of the things she had missed the most.

Still- they still had more questions than answers.

And to be brutally honest, a quality 008 was dependable for most days (much to the continued chagrin of her coworkers)- she wasn't completely confident that 009 would be up to the challenges she knew were ahead.

She had spent good years of her lifespan slipping into the good graces of bad men, and that's not a task that everyone is psychologically cut out for.

Did it keep her a little on edge? Sure. Did it make her unlikable? Probably. But that was just something she had come to live with.

A proper guard needs to be maintained with these sorts of jobs- never say exactly what you mean, never make the first move-

And never ever let anyone catch you with it down.

#i am sorry to this man #rip to this man #plott gen 6 #gen6Angels #poppy plott #vera doe #kate miller #diego garcía

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sunlightmurdock · 2 years

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Ceasefire | 0.1 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Prologue | Masterlist | Next Chapter

Synopsis: Bradley Bradshaw is in San Diego, summoned to Top Gun for the first time. Commander “Hyde” Simpson is his flight instructor, and she doesn’t have time for schoolboy crushes.

Warnings: ex-husband!beausimpson, divorce, age gap (rooster is somewhere between 26-28, reader is 38), power imbalance between instructor and student aviator, swearing, angst, smut, pinv, oral (f&m)

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You move out on the fourth week of class. A year ago, you could have never imagined finding four weeks of sleeping under the same roof as your husband to be so difficult. Everyone in the house was walking on eggshells around Beau.

He never lost his temper with you, and especially not around his children, but he made it clear that he wasn’t happy. He spent most of the time in his office.

You were actively looking at properties the entire time, but the urgency came in the third week. You were packing lunches for the kids whilst Beau was standing to your left, making a coffee. One of the rare times he had let himself be alone in a room with you since you told him you were leaving him.

“Where’s your ring?”

You had paused, halfway through cutting the crusts off of Taylor’s sandwich. Your eyes had fallen down to your ring finger. To Beau, it looked exceptionally bare. To you, it looked exactly the way it had for over a week by that point.

“I stopped wearing it.” You answered softly, without turning to look at him. There’s a heavy silence between the two of you. He sets his mug down on the island, leaving his half-made coffee to go cold.

He passes by you without a word, sulking off back to his office.

You know that Taylor is finding it difficult to grasp. She knows what divorce is — she has friends with mommies and daddies that don’t live together anymore. She just doesn’t understand that situations change. In her head — divorced parents were divorced parents and together parents were together parents.

Dylan doesn’t want to talk about it. He told you on the way to school drop off that he was happy if you were happy. That isn’t as true as he would like you to believe, you know him well enough to know that for certain.

Beau barely acknowledges you telling him that you’re moving out — beside the initial custody argument.

You offered fifty-fifty. He’s hurting. He wants full.

You got the keys for your new place on Wednesday. Dropped the kids off at your mother’s house on Friday night — giving you Saturday and Sunday morning before your mom drops the kids home, to make your new house a home.

It’s nowhere near as big as the place you shared with Beau, but it’s nice. Two storey [ ] with a yard, still close enough that they can stay in the same school and see their dad as often as they would like.

You set up your bed on Friday night just so that you don’t have to spend a second in that big, old house with Beau, alone. You just can’t stand the way that he looks at you these days.

You move all of the furnishings in first. You let yourself think that you’re doing a great job bringing everything in from the u-haul and finding a new place for it in the house.

Until it comes to putting the kids’ rooms together.

You growl in frustration, dropping the screwdriver to the hardwood.

Whoever decided to make the instructions for furniture picture only was going to have to fight you one day soon. Words would help. Words would make this entire situation infinitely easier. You’re in your own head about it more than anything. If you splinter a piece of wood on one of these bed frames, your kids will show up in a strange place with no place to sleep.

You’ve already uprooted a huge part of their life. There’s no way in hell you’re letting them turn up here without somewhere to call their own. You check your watch. It’s already 2pm. You still have half a truckload of stuff to unpack, and two bedrooms full of furniture to build.

You should’ve been able to do this. When you had told Beau you were leaving him, it hadn’t once occurred to you that the hardest part of divorce would be conquering flat-pack furniture. You’re strong, and smart and you’ve always been so independent. Flat-pack furniture should not be your downfall.

And yet, here you are.

Surrounded by pieces one through fifteen, and bunches of screws A through H - with no idea how they’re supposed to fit together.

You could call Beau. He’s only twenty minutes away. You know he’s sitting in that big, empty house, all by himself. He’s probably waiting for you to call him. Probably just waiting to know that you can’t do it without him.

You won’t give him the satisfaction.

You pick up your glass and take a sip of the mediocre wine your mom had given you as a housewarming present. The liquid swishes around your mouth as you pass it from cheek to cheek. You stare at the unassembled furniture. You make a mental note to buy yourself something a little stronger as a real housewarming present once you’re done with this crap. You’re reminded of playing Lego Star Wars with Dylan. If only assembling things in real life was as easy as it was on that game.

That’s when it clicks. The number in your phone from two Fridays ago. Bradley. Sweet, willing, eager Bradley. ‘Call me for anything’ Bradley. He did say anything.

It’s been easy enough to ignore him so far.

You purse your lips and consider whether it’s an abuse of your power to have one of your students do your dirty work for you. It does seem kind of like you would be taking advantage of the fact that this boy clearly has feelings for you. But - it’s not your fault that men will do anything for a chance to get in your pants. You could do with the help.

You wish you could say that you debated it for longer than a minute. Even more than that, you wish he didn’t pick up as quickly as he did.

“Hello?” He pants. Your brows scrunch. He’s really out of breath.

“Hey, it’s Hyde… are you… in the middle of something?” You ask tenderly. He’s breathing on the other end of the line like he just got done running a marathon. He quickly reassures you that he isn’t busy. “Okay. Um… I need a favour. If I texted you my address, do you think you could help me with something?”

He agrees. So quickly. Quick enough that you regret asking him before the call is even over. You sit back against the wooden floor and stare at the disassembled furniture for a moment. This is a mistake.

You make as much progress as you can before he arrives, so that he doesn’t have to be here for as long. You’re about halfway through building Taylor’s big-girl-bed when the doorbell rings.

You push yourself up and walk to the front door. Regret fills you for not tidying the place before he got here - there are boxes everywhere. You correct yourself. Your intention isn’t to impress him. Maybe this will be the thing to finally put him off. Hopefully after he’s done what you need him to do.

“Hi,” You pull open the front door and look him up and down. He’s standing there in jean shorts, flip flops and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt with a tank top under it. He grins at you and pushes his sunglasses up onto his head.

His cheeks are flushed and a little red. Those stupid puppy dog eyes are looking at you like you’re the best thing they’ve ever seen. Not to mention, he’s quite literally glistening. It’s a hot day. You can tell he’s been out in the sun, his chest is a little too red.

Your smile falters slightly, “You’re… really sweaty.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” Rooster chuckles, wiping his forehead with the back of his palm. “I was playing football down at the beach with a couple of the guys.”

You swallow. Nod your head. Remind yourself to breathe.

“Of course you were.” You mutter under your breath as you step out of his way and motion for him to come inside. Of course he was. You can picture it now. You bet every woman on the beach couldn’t take their eyes off of him. The tank top is thin and exceptionally dry for how warm his cheeks look. Meaning he was most likely playing shirtless.

You don’t want or need to think about that right now. It’s already been a long day.

“Sorry?” Rooster didn’t quite catch what you said. Thank god.

“Nothing, um - this way.” You walk off ahead of him. He happily trails along behind you. He’s never seen you out of your work clothes before. You’re just wearing a simple sundress, nothing special, and your hair is claw clipped up out of the way. His eyes are on the back of your neck as you walk up ahead of him.

He imagines what it would be like to touch. To run his fingertips along the length of your spine. In lieu of that, he trails the same distance with his eyes. They linger on the curve of your ass, the way the material hugs it. The way he could surge forwards and press you into any wall in this house and just push that fabric up out of his way.

Rooster takes a deep breath. He swallows, then turns his focus to the architecture.

“Beautiful home, Commander Simpson.” He remarks politely.

You feel bad for having him come all the way out here, taking him away from his friends in the middle of summer to have him build furniture.

“Thank you, Bradley, that’s very sweet of you.” You stop outside of the kitchen, figuring that the least you could do is supply him with free alcohol for his troubles. “Can I get you something to drink? I have beer, wine, or lemonade.”

“Beer’s fine.” He smiles and leans against the kitchen doorframe as you step into the kitchen to get him his drink. It’s as you’re pulling a can from the fridge that you notice just how big he is. His head isn’t that far from the top of the door frame, that door frame’s at least six and a half feet tall. He’s broad too.

Your eyes are on him for a second too long, the fridge door hanging open as you stare at him.

“Did you want a glass? Ice?” You ask as you set the can on the kitchen island. Rooster shakes his head and steps forward to take it.

“No thanks, this is perfect.” He smiles once more. Isn’t it? Inviting him here was a bad idea. You know that now. Now that the only thing stopping you from tackling him to the ground and putting your mouth on every inch of that tanned, muscled skin is this kitchen island between the two of you.

“So, what did you need my help with?” He taps the top of the can for make sure it won’t fizz too much when he opens it, then pulls back the tab. You watch the way the material of that ugly shirt tightens around his bicep as his arm bends to bring the beer to his mouth. His lips cover the edge of the can. Then his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he takes a sip.

You watch the condensation drip from the bottom of the can onto the reddened skin of his chest, the droplet sliding below the fabric of his tank top.

Badideabadideabadidea. This was a bad idea.

This is going to make a funny story for your friends to hear. You inviting over one of your students, who you know has a crush on you, making him do your dirty work and then checking him out whilst he works. This is a HR nightmare. It might make a funny story someday, but right now, alarm bells are going off in your head.

You close your mouth. Find the neurological function to make yourself nod. Lift your hand and tap the counter to remind yourself to move.

“Right,” You’re back in the room. You’re Commander Simpson. He’s a Lieutenant. That’s all. Rooster doesn’t seem to have noticed your temporary mindlessness, “Um… I was trying to figure out how to build some furniture, and the instructions are all pictures - and I thought back to how you said you were a visual learner, and um…”

He watches you, lips quirking as he waits for you to finish your sentence. This is ridiculous. You should not be getting this hot and bothered over someone who was in high school when you were pregnant for the first time. You collect yourself.

“I was just wondering if you might be able to help me figure it out.” You finalise calmly.

“Sure, I’m great at this kinda thing,” Rooster agrees, “I love building stuff.”

He does. Genuinely. But truthfully, you could’ve asked him to clean the gutters and he would’ve done so with a smile on his face.

You’ll never know how hard it was for him to try to control his expression as he left the beach twenty minutes earlier. The urge to grin as big as possible was truly difficult to combat.

“Okay, great. I’ll show you what we’re working with.” You step out from behind the kitchen island and nod for him to follow you. He trails behind, looking around at the place as you lead him. It’s nice. Much nicer than his apartment near the beach with Jake and Javy. That’s kind of a man cave. He imagines you wouldn’t like it too much.

His presence behind you is heavy as you lead him upstairs. He hopes you’re headed to the master bedroom. His eyes are still on your ass as you walk up ahead of him. Bradley’s brain is working in overdrive right now, trying to figure out how to make a move without freaking you out. Without overstepping.

You stop at the end of the hall. Point to Taylor’s room on the left, then Dylan’s room on the right.

“You have two kids?” He knows this. He saw the picture on your desk. They’re cute kids. You hope that this puts him off.

“Uh-huh. Taylor’s five, Dylan’s eleven.” You tell him. His face doesn’t change, his expression remains calm and positive. You fight back a scowl.

“Wow. I can’t believe you have an eleven year old.” He tells you.

You stare at him, expressionless. Maybe for a second too long. You stop once he shifts uncomfortably and scrunches his brows slightly, worried that he has said the wrong thing.

“I just mean, because-“

“Rooster.” You interrupt, raising your palm to stop him. He shuts up. You shake your head slightly. “I didn’t ask you to come over so that you could flirt with me. I’m flattered, but this is not going to happen. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.” He agrees. The look in his eye lets you know that he doesn’t actually agree. He passes his beer into his other hand, “But I can’t promise not to tell you how pretty you look, Mrs. Simpson.”

“Commander.” You know he knows that. He’s testing you to see how committed you are to the identity of being a married woman. “And easy on the Simpson. I’m still debating getting rid of it.” - and you just played right into his hands.

Bradley smiles with his back to you as he steps into Taylor’s room and looks around, then composes himself before he looks at you over his shoulder. “What’s your maiden name?”

You pause, leaning against the doorframe. You debate not telling him. It would set a principle, but would but ultimately pointless. He could just check in work on Monday. Your maiden name is clear as day in your Top Gun class portrait. So, you lean your head against the doorframe and you tell him.

He nods. Then, he says your full name. Your first name and your maiden name together.

“I like it. Doesn’t sound as scary as Commander Simpson.” He decides. He crouches down and grabs the sheet of instructions from the floor, mulling over the pictures. You watch him. Beer in one hand, instructions in the other. Sunglasses on his head. Gold cross necklace dangling between his collarbones. Your gaze lingers there.

You wouldn’t have pegged him as a man of faith.

“Maybe I’ll stick with Commander Simpson, then.” You answer. He looks up at you through his lashes and smiles.

He shrugs his broad shoulders slightly. “Hyde works too.”

You chuckle. Then nod towards the pieces of wood on the floor. Time to get this conversation back on track. “The beds are the most important thing, because they’ll be here tomorrow and obviously they’re going to need somewhere to sleep.”

“Sure, makes sense.” Rooster agrees. He shrugs the Hawaiian shirt off of his shoulders and drops it to the floor. The way his eyes meet yours as the fabric falls to the ground tells you that that was an extremely tactical move. Your lip quirks. He might as well be flexing for how much he’s trying to impress you right now. “Got it.”

You nod your head, pushing yourself off of the doorframe as he settles down to sit on the floor of your daughter’s new room. He grabs the base of the bed and pulls it up to rest on his knees, then examines the bags of screws. Right to it. He makes quick work of figuring out which pieces are which and which screws he needs.

You watch for a moment. It’s clear from this glimpse of him at work that you’ve been neglecting your more personal needs these last few weeks. That’s all that this is. That’s the only rational explanation for this. You haven’t slept with Beau in two months now, and you’ve been so busy, and you just haven’t felt like taking care of yourself. Clearly, after Bradley leaves, you need to spend some time alone to tend to those needs. That’ll clear your head.

Once you have made this decision, you bring yourself to stop staring at the way the muscles in his arms move as he begins to put the bed together.

“Should I stay and help?” You ask. Is it wrong to treat him like a handyman? - Probably. But you really can’t stay and watch much more of this. It’s regressive, honestly, what seeing a man at work does to you.

“No, this won’t take me long. If you’ve got other stuff you need to be doing, I’ve got this handled.” Rooster looks up at you, big brown eyes and all, and answers you with a smile. You nod your head.

“Alright. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” You tell him. You turn and head downstairs.

Without the added pressure of wanting to physically assault furniture, you actually manage to make a good amount of progress. You empty the remainder of the truck, even if that means filling your garage with boxes for later. They’re all things that can wait. After that, you finish getting the living room unpacked and decluttered. It actually looks worthy of being seen by the time you’re done.

About an hour after you originally left him, you decide to check on Rooster. You grab him another cold beer from the fridge and pad barefoot through the house. A dangerous game when there are loose screws around. As you walk up the stairs, your brows furrow. The hallway is suspiciously tidy. There aren’t screws on the floor anymore.

Only, Bradley isn’t where you left him. Your lips part in surprise as you step into Taylor’s room. Not only is her bed built, but so is everything else. The wardrobe, the dresser, her colouring desk. Her curtains are even up. Granted, this is all flatpack furniture. It’s probably pretty easy to put together if you know what you’re doing. You understand that he did this just to impress you. Well, you’re impressed.

You press a hand over your mouth. You can’t help but compare him to Beau. This would’ve taken Beau weeks to get around to. When Taylor was born, her nursery wasn’t finished until a week after her first birthday, and that was after you finished it with your dad on Labour Day weekend. Beau was just always too busy.

“Rooster?” You call out, wanting to thank him. Maybe wanting to kiss him a little bit too. You shake your head.

“In here.” He calls back. You turn and cross the hallway into Dylan’s room. Dylan’s bed is built and Bradley’s working on his desk now. Your jaw hangs open.

Your eyes fall immediately to the folded Hawaiian shirt on the floor, and the tank top that has joined it, messily discarded on top of it. Your eyes land on him. He’s on his knees, not looking at you, attaching a metal leg to the top part of the desk. The gold cross on the chain hangs loosely over his collarbones as he works. He’s leaning forwards slightly, brows furrowed as he focuses.

He knows you’re standing there. He knows what he’s doing.

You’re grateful he’s so focused, because it means he doesn’t notice the way your eyes linger on his bare chest. It isn’t your fault. The way the muscles in his arms contract each time he turns the screwdriver would have anyone staring, you’re sure of it.

Finally, he lifts his head and looks up at you through his lashes. He looks at the beer in your hand, then back at your face, “Is that for me?”

“Yeah.” You realise, letting out a breath as you extend the drink towards him. He sets the screwdriver down and stands to take it. You watch as he brings himself to his feet, standing in just jean shorts, his boxers peeking out just slightly from the waistband.

Your eyes trail up, towards the soft line of hair on his stomach, to the small patch on his chest, stopping to admire each ab on the way up. Rooster watches the way you look him over. He bites his cheek to keep from grinning. Or worse, talking and ruining this moment.

“I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you helping me today, you’re — you’re a lifesaver, really.” You breathe, folding your arms over your chest as you lean against the doorframe to your son’s room.

Rooster shrugs his shoulders like he isn’t thrilled with the praise he’s receiving, “Happy to help. Plus, like I said — I love this stuff. It’s kinda therapeutic. Some people do puzzles, I build flat-pack furniture.”

You laugh softly and this time he does grin at you, pleased with himself for making you smile. There’s a beat of silence between the two of you. He doesn’t want to speak again, he’s worried he won’t be able to stop and he’ll scare you off with word vomit.

“I’m almost finished with this room, if it’s alright?” He nods back down to the half constructed desk. You nod your head quickly and take a step back.

“Sure, of course.” You breathe out. “Um… well, I’ve got a few things left to unpack in my room. So, I’ll - I’ll be right across the hall. Okay?”

Well, now he knows where your room is. And you just invited him to head over once he’s done in here. He nods his head, chewing on his cheek for a moment, “Sure thing.”

“Okay.” You turn and walk towards your room and shake your head. This is ridiculous. You’ve never been floored by a set of abs before. You roll your eyes at your own behaviour as you push the door half shut behind you.

Rooster finishes Dylan’s room. Desk, dresser, hangs the curtains. Then, he walks the length of the hallway and nudges your door open, knocking as he opens it. You were expecting him to take longer. You’re sitting on the floor, flicking through a photo album that you came across.

“Finished already?” You ask, looking up at him in the door way. You notice that he has failed to put his shirt back on. You look him over, then look back down at the photo album and turn the page away from your wedding pictures. Rooster crosses the room without waiting for permission, and crouches beside you. He mhm’s and tilts his head to look at the pictures.

You turn your head and scrunch your brows, fighting back a smile at his sudden confidence.

“Is this your daughter?” Rooster asks as he points towards the toddler on the bottom left. You smile softly.

“My son.” You correct. Dylan was a mama’s boy growing up. Mama had longer hair, Dylan wanted longer hair. Beau had taken him for a haircut before his first day of Kindergarten. Dylan had loved his big-boy hair but you had cried for hours. He looked too grown up, too much like his dad.

“Look at those freckles.” Rooster smiles. Your eyes are on him. He chuckles softly as his attention turns to a picture of Dylan with Spider-Man face paint. Realising that you aren’t looking at the album anymore, Rooster turns his head to look at you. He’s kneeling right next to where you’re sitting. He’s far, far too close.

You look back to the album and flip the page. Rooster gasps.

“Wow, look at you!” He leans in closer, his bare shoulder brushing against yours. You look down at the vacation picture he’s staring at. It’s you with Dylan from nine years ago. You’re in Florida in this picture. You’re at the beach. You’re in a bikini, your hip is popped out and you’re laughing towards the camera.

Dylan’s almost two in the picture. You’re both down by the waves, walking back up towards the dry sand, each of you with one hand on the handle of his bucket filled with water. You remember that day so clearly. The water was to fill the moat around the sandcastle you and Beau had spent hours building, with extremely minor assistance from your toddler son.

That had been such a fun day.

“He looks just like you.” Rooster smiles. You aren’t sure yet if Rooster knows who your husband is. You’ve never hidden your relationship with Beau, but in the interest of preserving your work-life balance, you don’t exactly publicise it either. Everyone always says Dylan looks just like his dad. All he got from you was his smile.

“Can - May I?” He remembers that day in your office as his hand reaches past you for the edge of the page. You watch his hand pass by you. This can’t go on. You grab his wrist, wrapping your fingers around tanned skin.

“Rooster, I know what you’re doing.”

He looks at you, caught. Then, he smiles, a mischievous glint in his eye, “What am I doing?”

You could tackle him. Space. You need space. You push yourself to your feet, taking a few steps back to put some distance between the two of you, “You come over here all sweaty and… ugh, and then you take your shirt off and you’re so helpful and polite — and you just need to get it through your head that this is not going to happen!”

He watches you. Bradley tries not to smile. He nods seriously, like he understands. He’s not even on the same chapter, much less the same page.

“Okay? Ever!” You reiterate.

“Ever?” Rooster’s lips quirk. He tries to stop himself from smiling, but fails. The twinkle in his eye makes you want to scream.

“Ever!” You bite back. “It can’t. I’m your instructor, we have a professional relationship and it’ll never be anything more. That’s that.”

He nods. Everything about what he says next tells you that he understands what you have said. The gentle okay, the competent nodding. But it’s the look in his eye that tells you he thinks he still has a chance.

“Stop looking at me like that!”

“Like what?” He laughs, shrugging his stupid, strong, broad shoulders at you. He pushes himself up from the ground, still grinning at you.

“You know like what!”

“I just think you wouldn’t regret giving me a chance.”

“Every guy your age thinks they’re good in bed. They’re not.” You squint your eyes at him. Maybe you’re trying to convince yourself more than him. Nonetheless, he listens. Which makes it even worse. Beau would ignore you until you calmed down. Not Bradley. He wants to hear this. “Why would I put my entire reputation, everything I’ve worked for through my career, on the line for a five minute fuck with a kid who probably hasn’t made a woman cum in his entire life?”

“I’ve made women cum.” Bradley answers defensively. He holds himself back from telling you how many times. Because he knows exactly how many times.

“Every guy thinks they have.” You’re still dubious. This is still not happening.

“I have!” He insists. “Y’know, I’d be happy to show you-“

He takes a step forward, you take three steps back and point a finger at him accusingly. He raises his palms in surrender.

“Damn it, Bradley — what is the matter with you? - Why can’t you just go point those puppy-dog eyes at someone your own age?”

His lip quirks. That might not have been a compliment, but he appreciates the fact that you think he has cute eyes anyway. He licks his bottom lip, tilting his head. His eyes fall down to look you over before he finally shrugs and explains himself.

“I think you’re beautiful. I think you’re funny, you’re smart — actually, I can’t stop thinking about you.” He admits. He isn’t sheepish about it at all. He looks you in the eye as he says it. “And I think that I’m pretty good in bed. But… if I’m not, then maybe you could teach me a few things.”

This time he takes another step toward you and you stay where you are. He takes another step. Then another. A few more. Until he’s standing in front of you. He reaches out tenderly and touches your waist, stroking the curve above your hip with his thumb.

“You know I’m a fast learner.” He whispers.

You look up at him. Those soft, longing, puppy-dog eyes are staring down at you. Waiting for your answer. You do know that he’s a fast learner. He’s an excellent student. He doesn’t feel the need to say anything else. That’s good, because if he had, you might’ve combusted.

There’s silence between you as you look over his features. Bradley knows that this is make or break. He leans forwards, closes his eyes.

“Ah- stop.” He jolts and pulls back, blinking at you, afraid he’s done something wrong. Your first instinct is to shove him. The rational side of your brain wins this argument and you don’t push him, but you still need him — and his fucking perfect torso — away from you. “Sit down.”

Bradley hesitates. His brow furrowed slightly, lips parting like he might have something to say. You point at the edge of your bed sternly. Ultimately, the teacher’s pet in him takes control. He stumbles back and sits on the edge of your bed with his hands in his lap. He smiles at you.

It takes real willpower to not comment on how soft your sheets are. He wonders where you got them from. His aren’t anywhere near this nice.

You relish in the distance, like it finally gives you room to breathe. Your lungs fill and deflate a few times over, grateful for the sense of calm each breath brings you.

He’s just looking at you. Strong and tanned, a grown man, sitting on your bed and waiting for you to tell him he isn’t in trouble.

“Talk me through it.”

“What?” Bradley seems confused. There’s still such eagerness behind those eyes. He wants to do what you ask of him, he just doesn’t know what you want from him. This isn’t entirely his fault. You know you’ve been giving him somewhat mixed signals.

So, you’re as clear as you can be.

“Tell me what you’d do to me,” You watch his eyes glint with excitement. He smiles slightly. “If I let you. I’ll decide if I think it’s worth it.”

You watch him shift. He leans back on his palms, parting his knees a little as he takes a moment to unashamedly look you over. It feels good to do so. He’s tired of having to steal glances at you during class. Truthfully, last week he had a kink in his neck for two days because of how long he had spent with his head tilted, watching the way you looked bending over your desk to grab something.

“I’m not the best with words.” He admits sheepishly. You watch a gorgeous terracotta spread onto his cheeks, warming his chest.

You maintain your cool composure. You know that you’re the one with all of the power here. He’ll never know you’re bluffing. You fold your arms over your chest. “How about you try, Lieutenant?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Rooster breathes out, clearly excited by the fact that you just pulled rank on him. Your lip twitches at this knowledge. “I-I would… alright, fuck, um… Well, I haven’t stopped thinking about tasting you since I first saw you.” He shifts but doesn’t stand, he swallows nervously. You bite your cheek, not wanting to give away your feelings about what he just said yet.

“So first,” He leans back on his palm, breathes steadily and continues, “I’d kiss you. Show you how good I am at that.” He grins, amused and half-embarrassed. He bites his lip and fiddles with the ring on his finger. “I-I’d…”

You watch.

It’s clear that his mind is in overdrive. It’s not that he doesn’t know what he wants to do to you, it’s that he doesn’t know what he wants to do first. You swallow at the realisation.

Bradley’s staring at you and trying to ignore his cock stirring in his shorts as he thinks of you naked. Under him. On top of him. In front of him. He shifts slightly. He doesn’t know whether to start thinking about something less sexy, or to keep talking.

He doesn’t have time to decide.

You rush forwards, pressing a knee into the mattress, swinging your other around his hip, grabbing the back of his neck as your ass rests against his thighs.

You grab the back of his neck, pulling him forwards until your mouth is on his. He’s been waiting for this, and he doesn’t waste a second in making sure you know you’ve made the right decision. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you tight against him.

It’s desperate and fast as his other hand slides up into your hair, controlling the way your mouth moves against him.

Beau hated facial hair. He found it untidy and unprofessional. You loved the feeling of scruff on your cheeks and your thighs but it was a rare occasion that you experienced that with Beau. With Bradley, that stupid 80s moustache is everything you’ve been missing.

His hands skim down your sides, gliding over the curve of your ass and pulling you forward. He grinds his hips forwards against you and squeezes at your backside, groaning gently against your lips.

You relax in his arms, lips parting just enough for him to slip his tongue into your mouth, caressing it against yours.

Your fingertips skim over his muscles shoulders, down onto his back. His lips move against yours as your hands explore his torso. You rake your nails along his shoulder blades. Revel in the feeling of him holding you, kissing you.

Bradley stands and turns, placing one knee onto the mattress, holding you tighter against him as he lowers you down onto it. He settles between your legs, rolling his hips forward against your core. Your dress bunches up around your waist as he grinds against you.

“You always smell so good.” He murmurs affectionately against your mouth before lowering his head to kiss softly at your throat. He slides his hand up along the length of your neck, taking your jaw between his index finger and thumb, keeping you where he needs you. Your head lulls back willingly against the sheets, exposing your neck to him.

He works soft kisses along the length of your throat, his fingertips skimming along the soft skin of your thighs, his hips grinding forwards. It hits you like a tonne of bricks when he pulls back to look at you. Those pretty, brown eyes.

The gold cross dangles forwards off of his collarbones, grazing your lips. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, letting the metal fall against your tongue. Bradley watches, his arms planted on either side of his head, a soft smile toying at his lips.

“Fuck,” He breathes out. His hands push up along your thighs, squeezing every inch or so until he’s at your hips. His eyes flicker downwards and linger between your legs. He swallows, “You’re so sexy.”

You lift your chin, tilting your head slightly as your eyes fall down to admire the way he looks kneeling between your legs.

His fingers reach the edge of your dress. He runs the fabric between his fingertips and looks back up at you. Asking silently for permission. You give a soft nod and lift yourself so that he can get rid of it. Bradley’s hands move knowledgeably, firm on your sides as he guides the fabric up, up, until it’s not covering you anymore.

He drops the dress down onto the floor and sits back on his knees.

You stretch your arms out above your head, extending them across the mattress behind you. His eyes glint excitedly. “Is this what you had in mind?” You breathe out.

Bradley grins as his fingertips curl around your hips. He tugs you closer to him, grabbing and squeezing at the soft skin of your thighs. He shakes his head, “So much better than I could’ve imagined.”

He moves, leaning down and pressing his lips to your collarbone. His mouth moves slowly, firmly. His tongue grazes your skin as he pulls away. Your instinct is to close your eyes, to give in to the warm feeling his mouth sends through you — but you have to see this. You can’t take your eyes off of him. Each kiss ends with his tongue grazing your skin and a soft sigh slipping your lips.

His lips work along your bare torso, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses in his path. He pauses when he reaches your breasts, squeezing them in his hands.

Bradley groans, grazing his teeth along your right breast and he kneads the left in his hand. His hips grind forwards against the mattress, searching for friction, as he takes your nipple into his mouth. You exhale softly, sliding your fingers up into his sandy curls, keeping his mouth on you.

“Mmm.” Bradley’s heart soars as the sound leaves your mouth. He’s been daydreaming for four weeks about what you would sound like, and it’s so much better than he could have ever hoped to hear it in real life. He’s spurred on, even more desperate to please you now, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud, pinching the other between his index and thumb. He pulls away, grazing his teeth lightly over the skin - just enough to make you shiver.

Then his trail of filthy kisses continues. His nose grazes your sternum as his mouth works towards your navel. His hands are strong and capable, holding you in place by your ribs. You remind yourself that he’s one of the best fighter pilots in the world - behind you, of course he knows what to do with his hands. You’ve been underestimating him.

Perhaps on purpose to deny yourself the same luxury of daydreaming. It’s almost dismaying to know that you’ll be aching for this feeling again once it’s gone. Part of you was hoping that this would confirm to you that he’s just a boy posing as a man - a kid with no idea how to please a woman. His eyes are on you as he sticks out his tongue and trails it in a line across your stomach. From your ribs, over your bellybutton, ending with a desperate and open mouthed kiss to your bikini line.

You think that he’s going to go all the way. His hands slide down to your hips, fingertips curling into the edges of your panties on either side. He groans softly, closing his eyes. Then, his mouth works more kisses, dirty and possessive, against your hips, lips nudging at the hem of your panties. But you don’t feel like you’re kept waiting. If he told you that this was the main event, you think you would be okay with that.

It’s odd. You can feel his eagerness in his movements, his desperation to please in the way his tongue moves against your skin. It’s been a long time since someone has burned for you in the way that Bradley so clearly does.

“There’s so many things I want to do to you.” Bradley mutters against your skin.

“So, impress me.” You tell him. Your confidence is false. You just need him to think you’ve still got your sense about you, when truthfully, if you had any - you wouldn’t be in bed with one of your pilots.

Bradley lifts his head. His chin grazes the edge of your panties as he does. He smiles up at you. “Yes, ma’am.”

You chuckle softly. Rooster’s fingers pull gently at your underwear, he guides it down just an inch or so. His mouth is on your hips, leaving kisses against each one, pulling slowly at the fabric, moving his mouth with it. His eyes are on you, smooth honey and shining amber. His mouth works alone your pubic bone, soft kisses, gentle flicks of the tongue.

Then his mouth is on your clit as soon as it’s exposed to him. It isn’t rushed. It’s just what he needs, what he’s been waiting for. He groans against you, working his tongue in soft circles around the throbbing bundle of nerves. His eyes are still on you. Your eyes are closed. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing as he admires the way your tits rise and fall with each deep breath you take.

His hands trail from your hips, up and along your sides. His hands roam your skin. Move up and back down again. He revels in the feeling of you under his fingertips, on the tip of his tongue.

“S-Shit.” The realisation is all-consuming. You don’t mean to say anything until the word is already out there. This is not the last time you’re going to let this man into your bed, is it?

Rooster hums contentedly at your praise, his hands slide back down to your thighs to squeeze at the muscle. He pulls back just long enough to get your underwear the rest of the way down your legs, guiding your right leg over his shoulder as he settles back down into his previous position. His hand grabs at the back of your left thigh, he lifts it up and out of his way.

You aren’t struggling against him, but you can feel his grip on you. He’s stronger than you gave him credit for.

He’s gentle between your legs, pressing his mouth firmly against your core and working his tongue against you. His free hand slides between your legs, he dips the tip of his index finger into you, then slides it in up to the knuckle and curls. You moan softly, grabbing ahold of those beautiful umber curls, ensuring that he doesn’t get ahead of himself and lose pace with his mouth.

“That’s it.” You whisper. Rooster looks up at you. “Just like that, that’s good.”

Told you so. It’s written across his face. Luckily for you, you can’t see that. He slips his ring finger into you alongside his middle whilst his tongue works confidently along your core and back up to your clit. He lets go of your thigh and rests his forearm across your stomach, keeping you nice and still for him.

He scissors his fingers inside of you, making you gasp softly. You tug at his roots, he moans against your clit. You both shiver. Rooster’s tongue flattens as he drags it along your core. He pulls his fingers out and puts them immediately to work, taking over the pace on your clit. He buries his face between your legs, curling his tongue into you.

“O-Oh.” You can’t pretend you aren’t surprised. It’s like every single sound that slips your lips spurs him on more. Your grip in his hair tightens with the knot in your stomach. You press your heel hard into the mattress, shifting your hips against his mouth. He presses down hard on your middle, keeping your firmly in place.

You moan, head lulling back against your sheets.

“I’m almost there.” You breathe out. You can’t remember the last time you came from oral alone. Rooster groans softly, his mouth and fingers switch place again. He can’t resist looking up at you, the wound up look on your face makes his shorts grow impossibly tighter. His fingers fuck into you, curling and twisting. Youre gasping, willing yourself not to cry out his name - you figure that’ll probably send the wrong message.

This whole thing is sending the wrong message.

Fuck it. You moan his name softly, his grip on your hip tightening in response. It’s toe-curling. You’re busy trying to catch your breath during your comedown when you remind yourself to loosen your grip in his hair. He doesn’t seem to mind one bit, grinning as he peppers kisses across your thighs.

He unbuttons his shorts, kicking them off and moving back up to kiss you on the mouth. You grab hurriedly at the back of his neck. He grinds himself against your core, his straining cock grazing your soaked folds. Rooster slips his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him. He guides one of your thighs up around his waist, then pauses to palm over his cock, trying to ease his discomfort.

“Where do you keep your condoms?” You’re half grateful that he’s smart enough to wear one. His question snaps you back to reality. Your eyes widen. He winces internally for breaking you from the moment. He feels you grow more tense against him. He strokes delicately against your waist to ease your tension.

“I don’t have condoms, I wasn’t - I don’t do this.” You motion between the two of you and sigh. Rooster holds up one finger. He stands and grabs his shorts, dipping his hand into the back pocket. You feel like this is a sign. Maybe not from god, you don’t know whether you believe in this kind of divine intervention. Maybe from your Grandmother. Some kind of horrible punishment for letting yourself fall for this.

Doubt fills you. You absolutely should not be doing this. Beau received the divorce papers yesterday, and here you are - in bed with someone else. Not only someone else, but someone in your class.

He pulls a condom from his wallet and stands upright to push his boxers down. Your mouth goes dry as he steps out of them and tears the foil. He isn’t looking at you, focused on the latex instead. You’re glad.

Every ounce of doubt that you had just left your body. When Rooster lifts his eyes again, you have moved. You’re pushing yourself towards the edge of the bed. His hand drags from the base of his cock to the tip again and back down as he watches you near him. He watches, taking his lip between his teeth as you look up at him and lean forwards.

Five weeks of daydreaming of this moment hasn’t been enough to prepare him for the sight of his cock on your tongue. He swallows, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of your hair to keep it out of your face. Your lips wrap around him, the taste of latex on your tongue as you work your mouth around his length. Your fingertips follow the line of soft, almost blonde hair from his pelvis, up onto his stomach and onto his pecs.

You’re glad he had a condom, because there’s no way you’re backing out when you’re already in this deep - and it would have been truly shameless to let him fuck you raw. You are glad. But, you can’t help but find that it was either an extremely presumptuous choice, or a signal that he is no stranger to casual hookups. Either answer displeases you.

To signal this to him, you use your nails as your hand trails back down the same path it had moved up. Rooster watches faint red lines form in the wake of your fingernails, trailing the length of his entire chest. His cock twitches on your tongue. Interesting.

“Fuck, I have to be inside of you.” He breathes out, tugging at your roots. Your eyes widen slightly at the action, you pull back and wipe the corner of your mouth. He wastes no time in grabbing your hips, lifting and dropping you more into the centre of the mattress. His lifting technique is poor, he’s going to give himself a bad back by his mid-30s.

You open your mouth to tell him this, then close it again. It’s not the time.

“Ah.” You press your foot against his thigh and he stops immediately. He’s getting a little too cocky for your liking. “Say please.”

Rooster’s brows scrunch for a fraction of a second. Your eyes bore into each other’s. His lip quirks slightly.

“Please.” He says gently.

You smirk, lifting your foot and instead resting it against his shoulder, parting your legs for him. He lets out a heavy breath, almost a groan of relief, then moves forward. He kisses your knee as he shifts closer, planting his palm beside your head, his other hand guiding his cock between your legs. His eyes are on yours as he presses the tip of his cock into you and then pulls back. You narrow your eyes at him. His lip twitches as he sinks into you, just a few inches at first.

He squeezes at your hip, rocking his hips gently back and forth to let you adjust to his size. You moan softly as his cock grazes a nerve inside of you, letting out a contented sigh.

“Fuck.” Rooster curses. His fingertips whiten against your hipbone as his pelvis presses flush against yours. His stomach presses to yours, your leg over his shoulder letting him fill you as deeply as possible. He leans his head forwards and presses his lips to yours, licking into your mouth. “Fuck.”

You arch your back, pushing your chest up against his as he fills you up. There’s a silent exchange between the two of you. Rooster takes the hint, picking up the pace, rocking his hips to fill you harder and faster.

He’s relentless, dragging against your walls as he bottoms out again and again. It’s impressive, really. You’re doing your best not to look like a completely fucked out mess under him. He’s mesmerised, his lip between his teeth as he watches your face. Even now, you’re so cool, staring up at him.

Your lips are parted and you’re moaning for him, he knows he’s making you feel good, but this is different than when he sleeps with girls his own age. You’ve still got an air of control about you. He likes it. He sits back on his knees, grabbing your hips with both hands so that he has more power to fuck you harder.

“A-Ah… oh, fuck.” You moan out, grabbing hard at his thigh for leverage.

Rooster groans, sliding his hands along your sides, cupping your breasts in his hands.

Beau wasn’t much of a moaner. You’ve been missing out. The sound of Rooster’s hoarse, deep, desperate groans would’ve been a fine form of foreplay because they’re bringing you closer and closer to coming for him just as much as his cock is. His thumb swipes across your nipple, pinching the bud gently. You swallow hard, pushing your hips against his to meet his thrusts.

He fills you over and over. You’re doing your best not to compare him to Beau. He’s doing a good job of keeping your mind off of your husband. Ex-husband. You’re going to have to get used to that.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Rooster murmurs, squeezing your tits in his hands, punctuating his declaration with a sharp thrust. You gasp, arching your back away from the mattress. “So fucking sexy.”

Your eyes close for a few seconds, focusing on the intensity of the orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. Rooster moves his hand between your legs, he pushes down gently on your pelvis, circling your clit with his thumb. His thrusts remain at the same pace - relentless - fucking you until you can barely keep your eyes open.

His name spills off of your tongue so naturally, over and over. You’re amazed - later you’ll be embarrassed - at how easy it was for your brain to accept that this is happening, and with him of all people.

Rooster watches as you near your climax. His lip between his teeth. That gold chain bouncing on his collarbones. His curls sticking to his forehead just slightly. The sun-soaked redness on his chest and shoulders has deepened now that his body temperature has risen. He’s gorgeous.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck. God, you’re fucking incredible.” He pants. His thrusts become more desperate. Hard and fast, but not rushed. Bradley’s thumb continues at the same steady pace, working your clit until you’re gasping for air. He watches, mesmerised. Your chest heaves, tits rising and falling with each breath. Your eyes are screwed shut, lips parted, moaning. You’re pressing your nails into his thigh.

He has to close his eyes. He pants hard, trying to ground himself.

Your walls clench around him, squeezing his cock. He whimpers, leaning forwards and pressing his chest firmly to yours. You grab the back of his neck to keep him against you, shivering from the unfaltering stimulation. Rooster slips an arm under your back, pulling you tight against his body. He manages a few more hard thrusts before he’s faltering, moaning against the crook of your neck as he fills the condom.

Bradley rolls off to lay at your side, breathing hard.

“Christ.” He mutters, letting out a contented sigh. He reaches out and grabs your arm, tugging hard. You hit his chest, brows furrowing as your cheek smushes up against his pec. He wraps both arms around you and rests his head on top of yours.

“Oh, um…” You’re trying to pretend you aren’t trembling. You haven’t had an orgasm like that in a while. “I don’t… I-I’m not a huge cuddler.”

Rooster lifts his head as you wriggle out of his arms. His brows furrow slightly. You can tell he’s disappointed by that revelation. You stare at him. “Huh. I love cuddling.” He explains.

You nod, pushing yourself up until you’re sitting. You look across at the person laying in your bed. He’s stretching his arms up above his head, eyes squeezed shut. He relaxes again with a sigh and turns his head to look at you.

He smiles sweetly. Like he didn’t just rail you.

You smooth down your hair a little and then move to stand up. This was a mistake.

Rooster catches his breath first. He doesn’t seem to notice your inner turmoil. He takes the condom off carefully and ties it, “Do you have a trash can?”

“There’s one in the bathroom.”

When he returns, you’re back in your dress, scraping your hair back into a makeshift ponytail. He leans against the doorframe to your bathroom, clearly not ashamed that he’s severely underdressed.

“Look, Bradley,” You reach up and scratch at the back of your neck nervously. He’s naked in front of you, watching you shift awkwardly on your feet. There’s no easy way to say this, and you’re a little out of practice. “This… was fun. But-“

He nods his head, moving his hand to cover his modesty.

“Sure. Got it. Our secret.” He agrees, nodding his head.

You nod, ready to agree with him, then pause. Your mouth opens and closes again. Then, you sigh. “Well, yes. But - also, this can’t happen again. You know that, right?”

He fights back the urge to smile. He nods his head seriously.

“Oh. Sure, that’s okay.” He has a feeling you’ll warm up to the idea, especially as you get to know him better. He swallows, then looks down pointedly. You realise his boxers are on the floor beside your foot.

You crouch and pick them up, handing them to him quickly. You watch as he steps into them and adjusts himself, then grabs his shorts to do the same. He fixes his hair, running his fingers through it and shaking to spring it back into its usual style.

“Alright. Um… I’ll see you on Monday.” Rooster decides. “I know the way out, I’ll just grab my, uh, my shirt and stuff first.”

It’s awkward already. You nod nervously. You hope that this tension doesn’t carry over into the classroom - or worse, into the air. You’re scolding yourself right up to the point that you hear the front door close behind him. What the fuck was that?

You stand alone in your room and press a hand over your mouth. Holy shit. Monday is not going to be easy.

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Index of Enhanced Edition Con Videos

I'll maintain this index in a pinned post for easy reference. Click the links to go to the YouTube videos, or click here for a more readable Google Docs table which includes these links plus a tab noting which events I skipped, temporarily or permanently, and why.

2007-11-11, Chicago - J2 Breakfast (00:23:42)

2007-11-11, Chicago - Jensen Solo (00:21:55)

2007-11-11, Chicago - Jared Solo (00:29:44)

2007-11-11, Chicago - J2 Main (00:38:24)

2008-07-27, San Diego Comic Con - SPN Panel (00:50:52)

2008-11-16, Chicago - J2 Breakfast (00:26:16)

2008-11-16, Chicago - Jared Solo (00:26:20)

2008-11-16, Chicago - J2 Panel (00:35:04)

2008-11-16, Chicago - Jensen Solo (00:34:36)

I've started working on the VANCON 2009 videos.

Thank you to everyone who has shown an interest in these videos. The reblogs and likes all made me very happy, and I especially appreciated the kind comments some of you left in your reblog text and tags. I'm unsure of the proper Tumblr way to respond directly to that in a way that won't annoy people, but I've definitely noticed and appreciated it!

An explanation of this project and my tentative plans for it are listed below the break. A lot of it will be familiar if you've read my earlier posts, but it's more detailed -- and excessively long! There's also some info on how you can help, especially if you have any old videos or audio files that you'd be willing to contribute.

Why Do You Call These "Enhanced Editions"?

The videos I'm using are not my own, but I've spent many hours adding enhancements to them. Credit and links to the original videos are in the video descriptions. These are the typical enhancements you'll see:

I'm upscaling the videos as best I can. It isn't remotely perfect, but it's a little more watchable than the originals. I'm not experienced with this and the videos I'm working with are very low quality by today's standards. They were also recorded under difficult circumstances. Video taking wasn't permitted at most of the earlier cons, so the people who took them did so at the risk of getting kicked out. They couldn't exactly come waltzing in with a tripod, so the videos are shaky, they don't always have a clear view of the stage, and sometimes they cut off at unfortunate moments. They can be frustrating to watch, but we owe these people a debt of gratitude for capturing this footage because otherwise it would have been lost altogether.

The original videos are usually in multiple parts, but I'm editing them together into a single video as cohesively as possible. I may use videos from multiple sources to provide the most complete video possible, and I'll select the ones with the highest video quality available. Sometimes there just aren't a lot out there, though.

I'm adding extra content to help clarify references people make during the panels. The videos I've worked with so far don't take up the full width of a modern video frame, so I've taken advantage of that extra space to display the extra content to the side where it's less obtrusive. There are explanations for obscure references that are way funnier when you understand what they mean, plus episode references to help jog the memory for those of us who haven't rewatched the show a million times. In rare cases where I think it will enhance understanding, I'll insert brief episode clips that highlight what they're talking about.

I'm putting a LOT of time into adding good, color-coded English subtitles that can be turned on and off with YouTube's CC button. These videos can be frustrating to understand because the audience often drowns them out and Jared and Jensen tend to talk at the same time when they're together. I can't always figure everything out, but it's far better than the crazy, auto-generated nonsense that many videos have. The color-coding helps with telling who's saying what: red for Jared, blue for Jensen, green for the general audience, yellow for the current fan at the microphone, and white for other people such as staff.

If there's missing footage that I can't find anywhere, then if I can find a source that seems to have reliable details about what was discussed, I'll add still images with a brief summary and a link to my source in the video description.

What Conventions Do You Plan to Enhance?

I don't want to make grand promises that I'll enhance videos for every old convention, although I definitely love the idea of doing so. How far I go with this will depend on how much sustained interest there is from other people and how much spare time I have myself. My output speed will probably be erratic depending on what's going on in my life at the time.

My general plan was to start with the oldest conventions and work my way forward. For now, I only plan to enhance the panels with Jared and/or Jensen since they're my main interest. I may temporarily skip over conventions that they didn't both attend, but with the intent to go back and fill those in later.

One big constraint will be whether I can find enough videos to work with for a convention, and just how bad the quality is. I've found that some videos are too poor of a quality to upscale, at least with my limited skill. Since these videos are painful to watch in their raw form, I suspect people will be less interested in watching "enhanced" videos that don't include at least some noticeable improvement in visual quality, but please do let me know if I'm wrong. For that reason, I'll probably skip past cons if I can't upscale the videos, at least for now.

As I work through the old conventions, I'll make a good attempt to upscale the available videos. If I don't have much success, then I'll skip over that convention with the hope that someday either the technology or my skills will improve, or maybe a more skilled fan will be able to accomplish more with it. If I make it through all the low-hanging fruit, I might come back to those problematic conventions and just create a cohesive edit with special content and subtitles even if I can't substantially improve the video quality.

These are just my general thoughts right now but the project is young, so my strategy may change.

Can I Help?

If you have any old convention videos or audio files that you're willing to contribute, please message me! For now, let's limit it to content from 2010 or older. Maybe I can use them, maybe I can't, but the more I have to work with, the better chance I have of creating something more complete. If I do use your material, I'll credit you in whatever manner you prefer.

Even if your videos are on YouTube, I've found that the original files may upscale much better than videos pulled off YouTube. I think the videos were degraded when they were uploaded to YouTube, at least back then. If you send me videos that I'm able to upscale, I'll happily send the upscaled versions back to you for your collection regardless of whether or not I use them. (If you have any videos you don't want me to use for this project, let me know and I'll respect your wishes.)

Even if your video looks terrible, you might just have a missing piece of footage that I couldn't find anywhere else, or your video might upscale more easily than another. If nothing else, I might be able to hear something in the audio that will help me fill in a subtitle I couldn't figure out.

Likewise, audio files can be helpful even without video. If nothing else, they may help me fill in some subtitles. If the audio file is consistently easier to understand than the audio on the videos I'm using, I can also substitute the audio from your file in place of the video's audio. If you have audio of sections of the panels for which no known videos exist, that could also help me fill in those gaps.

If you're watching my enhanced videos with the subtitles turned on, please do let me know if you catch any errors or if you can clearly understand something I marked as [inaudible]. I can't change the videos themselves on YouTube, not without breaking the links and causing confusion, but it's pretty easy to update the subtitles because they're a separate file. It's important to me to try not to put words in their mouths that they might not have said, so I'm trying not to guess based on context. However, there were times when I felt like I should have been able to understand what they said but I just couldn't manage it, and I'm sure someone with different ears may be able to figure out some of the parts I couldn't.

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Umbrella Academy Season 4 Thoughts and Theories

I agree with @eddie-dxaz‘s theory that Allison is dead. To summarize, Allison is in the afterlife, which has taken on her form of heaven. Once the siblings realize that, Klaus will attempt to resurrect her (the question is, will she even want to be resurrected?- I kind of doubt it).

Since Klaus hasn’t fully reached this ability, he will spend the season focused on that.

I’ve already seen people theorizing that next season will be his ‘crazy’ season (after Luther, Diego, and Allison). I think his obsession will be attempting to master the power of resurrection- specifically in order to resurrect Dave as well as Allison. People have already pointed out that each season, a character’s obsession stems from trauma and attempting (sometimes) to work through it. Dave & Klaus’ time in Vietnam is a pretttyy big source of trauma (not to mention his most recent source of trauma through betrayal thanks to Reggie). We’ve already seen that his tattoos have disappeared- they were special to him so that could potentially cause a crisis for sure.

The Ben on the train is Umbrella Ben- the Umbrellas AND the Sparrows should exist in the reset timeline. Not to mention, what’s the point in including that as an end credit scene if it is in fact Sparrow Ben? It didn’t serve much purpose beyond showing him, and we already know that Sparrow Ben is alive and with them in that timeline.

Speaking of the Sparrows, since they (presumably) existed in the original timeline (just not the Sparrow Academy) they’ll also exist in this timeline. They just won’t recognize any of the Umbrella Academy members. I imagine this will cause a bit of a crisis for Ben, as we’ve already seen how he bases so much of his self identity on the Sparrow Academy.

Luther of course, will be searching for Sloane- we have no idea what her life is like in this timeline, so that plotline could take several forms.

Diego and Lila, of course, will be starting a family.

And (obviously) the main focus of the season will be on taking down Hargreeves. I think next season has the potential to be a great one, especially now that they’re moving away from the apocalypses plotline. That repetition hasn’t bothered me too much yet just because of how creative the show is in other ways, but regardless I’m glad they’re moving on to a strong villainous presence. This will be an incredibly difficult and personal fight for all of the Hargreeves, and Colm Feore is an fantastic villain, so personally, I can’t wait for season 4.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua #umbrella academy 3 #umbrella academy spoilers #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #klaus and dave #raymond chestnut #sparrow academy #the sparrow academy #sloane hargreeves

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foxydivaxx · 1 year

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Jojo's Actor Au

-All the villains are the opposite of their characters and are actual sweethearts in real life

-Kira is so shy in real life

-Diavolo did not like the dye they used for his hair because it was difficult to get off after shooting was done

-Dio's Wrryy was an actual accident. When they were filming the scene where he first became a vampire, he just said it. The cast and crew loved it and it stuck ever since. The same applies to the Muddas as well.

-Dio says Wrry a lot when the cameras are not rolling especially when he gets startled.

-Poor Dio gets pranked by everyone especially Jonathan and Jotaro. Everyone loves hearing him says Wrry or Muda xD

-Jonathan, Jotaro and Joseph are actually brothers in real life

-Diego is Dio's twin brother and as a result people confuse the two much to their amusement. Dio is taller and more muscular and Diego is the smaller twin. Also Diego has shorter hair than Dio.

-Giorno is Dio's real son and his oldest child. Ungalo is the last born and was born when Phantom Blood was released. Yes Lisa is his daughter xD He kind of adopted her even though she is an adult because they have a strong bond due to Lisa playing his baby sister in a movie years ago

- Dio went through a terrible divorce around the time of Phantom Blood

-Lisa is much younger than her character xD

-Kars and Dio always flirt with each other whenever they see each other to the point where everyone ships them, something they are aware of.

-Dio's Stardust Crusaders costume was actually his idea. He wanted his character to be as outrageous and sexy as possible hence the crotch spot xD

-Kars was uncomfortable with his outfit due to the cold temperatures where they were shooting

-Stardust Crusaders and Battle Tendency were shot at the same time

-The Villains Club which are all the main Jojo Villains are all besties and get along well. There is that occasional spat in the Villain house between Dio and Kira over stupid shit which gets resolved later. These bitches always hang out and do karaoke and stuff

-All the various Jojo casts from different generations all do karaoke on Sundays as part of their tradition.

-There was one funny karaoke incident that Jolyne filmed. This incident had Kars, Dio,Funny Valentine, Jotaro, Jonathan,Joseph, Caesar, Giorno,Diavolo, Diego, Johnny, Pucci, Kira and Josuke all singing and dancing to one of Aogiri's hit tracks and actually doing the dance moves. Giorno and Josuke were the ones that taught the others. Jotaro fucked up in some parts making everyone laugh. The video went viral and Aogiri found it hilarious and reached out to the guys and they all became friends

-Giorno and Josuke hit the high notes and Diego, Kira and Kars did the rapping. Dio was enjoying himself a lot because he loves dancing and being an idiot on set xD. Dio also did some rap parts much to everyone's surprise and he was good at it.

-Giorno, Jolyne, Anasui, Lisa Lisa, Weather Report, and Josuke love Aogiri and would blast their music all the time.

-Their fave members:

Giorno: Eren, Kaneki

Jolyne: Eren (she has a crush on him xD)

Anasui: Light, Lelouch

Lisa Lisa: Kaneki, Ichigo

Weather Report: Izuku, Ichigo

Josuke: Eren, Kaneki, Lelouch

-When Jolyne got to meet Eren in person, she almost screamed and fainted because of her crush on him

-Lisa Lisa is actually the clumsiest Jojo family member and occasionally crashes into shit a lot making everyone worry about her safety

-According to Jotaro, Josuke eats the most out of everyone and always steals snacks from the snack bar

-Pucci was scared of Dio at first but once he realized how sweet he was in real life, he relaxed.

-Dio would scare many people at first due to how terrifying his character was but meeting him in-person shocks many

-The Jojo that is similar to the character is Jonathan, something he finds funny

-Little Dio and Little Jonathan are friends in real life and go to the same school. Both of them are now grown up and are successful actors. The same applies to the baby versions of the others

-Everyone calls Funny Valentine Barbie because of the pink outfits and the hair. He loves the name and cracks Barbie jokes on set.

-Diego injured himself during the filming of the race scenes.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #enrico pucci #funny valentine #jonathan joestar #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #jolyne kujo #giorno giovanna #josuke higashikata #kars #yoshikage kira #diavolo #actor au

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The New Golden Age Continues...

Beginning in October, DC will be releasing three six-issue mini-series featuring founding JSA members Alan Scott, Jay Garrick, and Wesley Dodds.

Alan Scott: The Green Lantern by Tim Sheridan (Flashpoint Beyond) and Cian Tormey (Superman: Son of Kal-El) will be Alan Scott’s first solo title since 1949. Through a twist in the timeline, Alan Scott: The Green Lantern revisits and recontextualizes the origins of the first Green Lantern through the lens of our modern understanding of the man. The story, which begins in the 1930s, is about an old flame – the kind that burns eternal – and the sometimes head-on, single-track collision of our personal and professional lives. This is Alan’s coming-of-age, in which he must embrace the man he is, to become the hero he’s meant to be. In the end, he’ll have gained a greater understanding of himself and his gifts – as he unlocks a new, previously unknown ability that could make him the most powerful Green Lantern in existence!

Jeremy Adams (The Flash) and Diego Olortegui (Aquaman: The Becoming) are teaming up for Jay Garrick: The Flash. It’s hard being a parent, especially when your kid is a speedster! Jay Garrick has been reunited with his long lost daughter, Judy, but figuring out how to connect with her is proving to be difficult. They’ll need to work to find common ground when a mission that started in Jay’s early days as the Flash comes roaring to today. But will The Flash and The Boom be able to thwart a plan that’s been in the works for decades?!

Wesley Dodds: The Sandman by Rob Venditti (Superman ‘78) with art from Riley Rossmo (Harley Quinn) shows the titular character as a pacifist. He has given up on the hope of a peaceful world, but he hasn’t stopped believing that people can be better to each other, if they’re only given the right tools. Possessing a scientist’s optimism and romanticism, he is convinced that humanity can invent cures for its own ills. Having learned about the battlefield horrors of World War I from his father, he sought to create a sleep gas that would allow for “humane” warfare. During his research, he recorded all of his attempts in his science journal - even those with horribly deadly consequences - swearing to never show them to the world. Now his journal has been stolen, and he must find the culprit and stop them before his deadly mis-inventions fall into the arsenals of the belligerent nations threatening to pull the United States into the next world war.

(Images and descriptions were taken directly from DC's press release)

#dc comics #green lantern #alan scott #the flash #jay garrick #sandman #wesley dodds #justice society of america #jsa #the new golden age #news

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Hello! Hope you doing good my friend!

Can I request Luther Hargreeves x himbo male reader. It can be headcanons or one-shot I don't mind.

Don't feel pressured to do this I understand if you don't wanna write it. But if you do thank you!

-Mark🐻

A/n: MARK ONE OF MY FAVES ofc you can have a Luther Hargreeves x male reader fic🫶🫶 I chose headcanons but who knows maybe I'll do a little drabble with this idea too

Jacked Dumbasses

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!reader (Headcanons)

( summary: you’re a himbo Luther keeps seeing at the gym and he can’t help but gain a crush on you from afar [headcanons] )

Warnings?: Light swearing, two golden retriever boyfriends, readers kinda a gym bro

!more under the cut!

Pre-Relationship Tingz:

-The first time Luther ever saw you was at his local gym

-The first thing he noticed was how jacked you were, obviously

-as a gym bro himself he respected your grind and found himself watching you whenever he took breaks

-he started to notice more things about you besides your muscles like, well, your face, specifically how attractive he found you. But when he'd first started finding you attractive he would just brush it off as him having a little but of envy even though he was bigger than you (muscle wise)

-when he started noticing himself becoming sad whenever you didn't show up to the gym that week he knew he was in deep shit

-^started looking forward to gym days even more just knowing that he could see you

-one day you guys happened to have lockers near each other in the changing rooms.

-Que flustered Luther trying not to stare and do double takes as he sees you in nothing but a towel

-^You noticing Luther's stares OH SHI-

-^^Him immediately throwing out some random question to make it seem as though he just turned to ask you something.

-"Do you think fish get thirsty?" "...Probably, but then they could just open their mouths and get a drink...damn fish are really living on a different level."

-Thank god you entertained his stupid random question.

-Since that day whenever you spot Luther you'll give him a big smile, wave, maybe make some small talk

-Giving Luther your Instagram after a while of being gym bros

-^Him playing it cool but completely freaking out when you leave

-^^HE DIDNT EVEN HAVE AN INSTAGRAM???? WTF IS AN INSTAGRAM???

With the help of Allison, Diego, and Klaus (Yes, it took that many people) he finally makes an Instagram account and adds you. After basically stalking your Instagram he finally decides to shoot you a DM telling you that it was Luther

-and so, the both of you started talking in and out the gym which eventually led to the two of you becoming friends

-You were the first one to ask the other to hang out. As Luther was spotting you, you'd just asked him if he wanted to get drinks with you later that night. He deadass almost dropped the barbell.

-He was very nervous to hang out with you outside of a gym setting but it didn't turn out as terrible as he thought. I mean he freaked out a little bit when he woke up in your bed but you assured him that nothing had happened between the both of you, he was just such a lightweight that he ended up blacking out so you had to carry him home.

-^Hold the fuck up, did you just say you CARRIED HIM????

-He asked if he did anything bad and you just told him that he ranted a ton about the moon and his dad and then started crying. But you helped him calm down and got him back to your apartment so that he could rest.

-^^He was very embarrassed but was glad that you had his back

Relationship Tingz:

-Super touch starved so he adores hugs from you, especially if you lift him up.

-You're both very macho men so doing things like cuddling can be a little difficult for the both of you, specifically because of Luther's mutation.

-^Still you do often show him that it's not impossible by allowing him to be the little spoon or carrying him to bed when he's too tired

-You guys cuddling together turns into two grown buff men just sprawled out in all directions on the bed, it truly is a sight to see.

-His love language is Physical Touch and Words of Affirmations so he's almost always touching you in some way

-Loves it when you kiss his jaw and forehead

-If you're somehow taller than him he'll just be infatuated with you even more

-He's very impressed by your strength and vice versa. It's both a blessing and a curse for the both of you.

-Things constantly breaking in the apartment from your clumsiness and him not knowing his own strength at times.

-^He's broken the microwave and washing machine doors multiple times whenever he tries to use either of them after waking up.

-^^One time he felt super guilty about breaking the microwave and you didn't want him to feel bad so you told him it was fine and that it was a completely normal thing that can happen, (it's really not), and you showed him this...by breaking your toaster, just smashing it and then going "See?? Happens all the time." :)

-You guys having compliment wars where you'll go back and forth about who's stronger, prettier, funnier, etc.

-You both tend to get very excited over little things and it just makes the entire relationship more wholesome. One time you saw a frog at the park while the two of you were on a walk and you guys spent 10 minutes gushing over the frog and taking pictures of and with it.

-He loves seeing you happy cause it makes him happy and seeing him happy makes you super happy which in turn makes him extremely happy, its just one big happy cycle.

-When he tells you he has superpowers you were actually very hype about it. You asked him what it was and when he said super strength you thought he was just making a joke about being really strong since the both of you work out a lot. He eventually had to just prove it to you by like throwing a car and punching through a brick wall without any consequences. After he bent a post-light into a balloon dog shape you believed him. The rest of that night was filled with him doing a ton of cool stuff with his powers to make you laugh. Yes, there may have been tons of vandalism but at least it was all super cool to watch.

-He was hesitant on you meeting his family for many, many different reasons but when you did finally meet them they were shocked and yet they were expecting exactly this at the same time. Klaus was pretty much just like "Yep. This is what I expected." Though he was very fascinated with your muscles which you were more than happy to show off, flexing and such as he pokes your biceps which made Luther pull you back a bit. Viktor and Allison were very happy for Luther while Diego and Five were just shocked that there was someone out there even dumber than Luther. Of course Ben was also just happy for his brother :) ...but he was also questioning how anyone could be dumber than Luther. Diego tries to tease you but stuff just flies over your head and Allison just finds the whole thing so adorable.

-Because of your physique you often get girls and some men coming up to you for compliments or asking for your number. Luther tends to get jealous very easily but a simple kiss on the cheek and a hug can knock him out of that state pretty quickly. At times you're oblivious to the flirting and usually Luther is too, but when it hits him that a person is flirting with you he'll get very anxious and triggered and he'll end the conversation as quickly as possible and he'll be very touchy with you afterwards. You usually won't notice the switch in attitude since he's already a very touchy person so you don't think much of it when he pulls you a bit closer, you'll just hug him tighter and smile at him which unknowingly calms him down.

-Overall, the two are a couple of jacked dumbasses but that's fine. At least you both care and love each other :)

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sorry if this felt a bit short

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oddlittlestories · 2 months

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So one of the things about TUA that I find so interesting is how each of the characters reacts to the abuse of Hargreeves in a different way. It’s very close to an exploration of the full spectrum of reactions. (Season 1 in particular is a kind of study of this but I’m not going to go into Leonard here. I’m also not going to go into Lila or the abusive relationship employment of the Commission, but I have thought about those things as well.)

Edit: Kind of long so more under the cut. Slipped and marked it mature by accident >.<

Luther

Luther isn’t the leader, like he thinks. He’s the enforcer. And he’s the enforcer because he is so convinced that the failure is with him, with them, and not their father. When he can no longer follow his father’s will in s2, he finds a new powerful man to enforce for—in a very literal way.

Luther, especially in s1-2, is a difficult character to like. He’s an ass, he’s always convinced he’s right, and he’s always wheedling to be heard, to be obeyed, to be listened to. And he is the cause of much of his siblings’ suffering.

It’s quite sad from another angle, though. He seeks out another powerful man in s2 because he very much does not have any internalized framework of his own—of right and wrong, or even really of likes and dislikes.

Once he sets that need for control down, he’s mostly just this goofy, slouchy guy. He doesn’t know what’s happening, going to happen, or what’s right. He just takes things as they come.

As a comparison to a character many of us find much more appealing, Dean Winchester is also an enforcer. The difference is, one of John’s directives is to protect Sammy, and his own reaction is in that same direction, like many abused kids. Protect your sibling. Which creates this deeply codependent dynamic that we see throughout the show. (They also have a bit of golden child / scapegoat going on, which we’ll come back around to.)

Ben

The one who dies. I’m not going to say too much about this beyond sometimes that, too, is a consequence of abuse.

Allison

The one who perpetuates the cycle. I really like this because I don’t fully like the adage ‘hurt people hurt people.’ Hargreeves is an abuser because he feels justified in his abuse.

Allison does it because she didn’t grow up with any other skills, and because it feels safe. Her first acts of abuse are with her daughter, because she is a frustrated and overwhelmed parent with no other skills to manage her own emotions. But she does well in therapy, and we see her leveraging those skills to push back against ingrained family dynamics.

But whenever she is lost and afraid in the world, she resorts to abuse to get what she wants. And more and more through the story, we see her abandoning compassion and emotional regulation in favor of taking her feelings out on others. Because she decides it’s justified.

Five

The runaway. Five rebels to escape the abuse, and gets re-traumatized out in the world. But he also steals his autonomy back and crafts his own completely-formed identity. Look. That’s not to say that the dude doesn’t have issues in spades. But he can talk to Hargreeves, interact with him at any stage in the game, and not have it shake his identity to the core. Both the trauma that he chooses and his own choice for responsibility and autonomy determines who Five becomes.

Diego

There’s a sequence from House, MD that I feel like sums up Diego’s reaction to the abuse quite nicely. House is late to his dad’s funeral and he explains to Wilson how punishing his (abusive) father was about punctuality. He explains that he is deliberately careless around time because he didn’t want to make his father’s issues HIS issues. And Wilson, incredulous, shoots back with, “Thereby MAKING it your issue!”

Yeah. That’s Diego. He defines himself in opposition to Hargreeves. And he even says so explicitly. He’s all about fighting crime, “the right way.” But he defines himself so in opposition to authority (and to people in general) that he gets kicked out of the police force and burns his first romantic relationship to ashes. He just can’t stop fighting.

Klaus

The addict. Addiction is a common response to abuse. And Klaus is a full-blown addict. A thief, willing to do anything and everything for his next score. He’ll injure himself, terrorize others, go dumpster diving, steal, defraud. Really there are no limits to what he’ll do. And yet we always feel he’s a sunshiney sweetheart right from the start. Even so, the “anything to score to escape my demons” is a keen literalization of the addiction response to abuse.

Viktor

The scapegoat

“Everything is always your fault.” This is the one who gets blamed for the family’s problems, who gets punished and punished and ignored. This is the one who is always in the wrong. And Viktor is such a great character in season 1 & 2 for this because he’s both reactions to that. He is the explosive anger, the rage and indignity. And he’s the one broken by any means necessary, heaped with family blame, with no sense of what he wants or who he is. And also, in s1, exceptionally vulnerable to an abuser masquerading as everything he ever wanted.

I just. It’s so multifaceted. It’s such a good exploration of abuse and this is only one sliver of that. TUA has its flaws, and I thought s3 was such a mixed bag, but this is one piece they just NAILED.

#tua #the umbrella academy #abuse #cw abuse mention #TUA meta #abuse meta

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