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thatsrightice · 9 months

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HOW TO BECOME A FIGHTER PILOT

So as you may or may not know, I am writing a fanfic. Unfortunately for me, I can never do things half way, and because aviation is my passion I must do hours of research on a particular subject that I probably won't even use or reference in said fanfic. Here is a guide for how our favorite characters (probably) became fighter pilots. If there are inaccuracies let me know, I want to know :)

United States Naval Academy

The USNA is an undergraduate college that is a combination of academics and military development programs. Students who want to go into Flight School could qualify with one of a variety of different majors, but there are particular majors that obviously may provide a bit of an advantage to aspiring pilots. The USNA currently offers a variety of different majors and minors, though there are fewer than you might expect from a typical university, and overall the degrees are more tailored towards the Navy. They encourage participation in athletics in the form of a Varsity or club/intramural sport(1).

NOTE: Maverick likely attended a regular college and was a part of the Naval ROTC program at that school. He would have gotten his degree in a field relevant to aviation, likely Mechanical Engineering given his mechanical aptitude seen in Top Gun Maverick, and then attended the 13-week program called Officer Candidate School. To be honest, Maverick’s path within the Navy is a mess and impossible to follow but in the most straightforward scenario, he would go to flight school following Officer Candidate School.

Flight School

Flight School is an approximately 2-year-long program that is required for Naval Aviators to earn their wings. Primarily located at the “Cradle of Naval Aviation” aka Pensacola, FL, flight school consists of many different phases that will divide students into different specializations.

1. Naval Introductory Flight Evaluation (NIFE)

Divided into four phases, NIFE is a program that evaluates students’ aeronautical aptitude as well as screens them to ensure they’re capable of becoming aviators. Students may earn a “pink sheet” for any score below 80% or a failure of a task, requiring them to stand before a panel of instructors to explain why they failed and how they plan to improve. Too many pink sheets result in removal from the program(2).

1a. Water Survival Training Following medical clearance, students are taught and tested on their ability to swim while wearing flight gear as well as formerly instructed on various survival techniques and CPR(2).

1b. Academics A 3-week phase where students take classes and exams in five subjects. It is condensed to test a student’s ability to retain information, learn new information in a high-stress environment, and challenge their self-discipline in regard to time management and other areas(2).

1c. Introductory Flight Screening (IFS) Students are entered into a 2-week-long modified civilian flight training program where one week is dedicated to ground school courses before they must conduct a series of flights in a Cessna using Navy flight procedures during the second week. Students had to memorize and prioritize information to complete the flights, specifically in regard to conducting pre-flight briefings and emergency procedures. Overall, they’ll conduct seven flights in which they are required to complete a set of standardized maneuvers(2).

1d. Aviation Physiology A week-long training course that consists of emergency-specific training evolutions such as the hypoxia chamber, emergency first aid, and the “helo dunker.” The “helo dunker” (from what I understand) is a particular training device that consists of strapping a pilot into a cockpit-like or helicopter contraption within a pool and submerging the entire structure under the water, simulating an environment in which their aircraft has landed in the water and they need to escape from the seat(3). An image of this can be seen below(2).

The Top Gun cast had to undergo a similar training course in order to be allowed to fly in military airplanes for filming. A video of some of their training can be viewed below.

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2b. Aviation Pre-Flight Indoctrination

A 6-week long program that marks the beginning of the aviation pipeline. Located in Pensacola, FL, students attend classes covering the basics of aerodynamics, weather in relation to aviation, air navigation, flight rules and regulations, and aircraft engines and systems (3).

Prior to API, those interested in becoming Radar Intercept Officers (RIO) will have expressed their interest and requested a designation as a Naval Flight Officer (NFO).

2c. Primary Flight Training

A 6-month-long program that teaches the students the basics of flying. There are two locations for Primary, one at Training Air Wing 5 at Naval Air Station Whiting Field in Pensacola, FL, or Training Air Wing 4 at Naval Air Station Corpus Christi in Corpus Christi, TX. Both Naval Air Stations (NAS) are taught the same curriculum and fly the same aircraft, the T-6 Texan II. The students learn about the instruments, flight basics, radio instrument navigation, formation flying, and aerobatics, and also conduct several solo flights. At the end of Primary, students choose which pipeline they would like. This is conducted depending on the needs of the Navy and how many spots are available(3).

Obviously, Iceman, Slider, Goose, Cougar, and everyone else got Jets, though they may not have gone through flight school at the same time.

2d. Intermediate Flight Training

Intermediate Flight Training is a 27-week program. Split into five platforms; Jet, E2/C2, Helicopter, Maritime, and E-6 TACAMO. The jet platform flight training focuses more on navigation, air traffic control, individual skills, and cooperative skills of flying jets. The intermediate flight training program for jets is located at Meridian, MS (Training Air Wing One) at either VT-7 or VT-9, and Kingsville, TX (Training Air Wing Two) at either VT-21 or VT-22, both of which teach the same curriculum. Students in the jet platform will complete 58 graded flights in the T-45C Goshawk jet trainer aircraft(3).

2e. Advanced Flight Training

Similar to Intermediate Flight Training, the program is split into five platforms but lasts 23 weeks. The students will probably have stayed with the same training squadron throughout the intermediate and advanced flight training. This stage includes learning skills specific to the chosen platform. The Advanced Flight Training program for jets is what’s called the Strike Syllabus. The Strike Syllabus includes an additional 67 graded flights in the T-45 covering air combat maneuvers, low-level navigation, tactical formation flying, and aircraft carrier qualifications. Students will then graduate from Advanced Flight Training with the Wings of Gold(3).

3. Squadron Selection

The final selection process assigns naval aviators to a particular squadron based on the needs of the service. Naval Aviators are assigned to a fleet replacement squadron or other similar training assignments for further training on their specific aircraft type. Here, RIOs and pilots must become qualified by gaining the required flight hours and meeting the proficiency standards necessary.

NOTE: It’s kind of hard to figure out when exactly the RIO training occurs. I know it takes place over the course of all the primary through advanced training occurs as well but I’m not sure if they have to attend seperate courses for it.

TOPGUN

From there, pilots and RIOs may have been moved to their first official squadron for deployment. They would have been in their first squadron for approximately one and a half years, deploying with them. Their squadron would come back from a deployment and during the stand-down time before their next deployment, their commanding officer would select them to go to TOPGUN.

Sources

(1) https://www.usna.edu/homepage.php

(2) https://www.navy.mil/Press-Office/News-Stories/Article/2944668/nife-lays-foundation-for-naval-aviation-training/

(3) https://www.cnatra.navy.mil/tw4/flight-school.asp

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nasa · 9 months

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Soaring into Aerospace: NASA Interns Take Flight at EAA AirVenture Oshkosh

Sustainable Aviation Ambassadors Alex Kehler, Bianca Legeza-Narvaez, Evan Gotchel, and Janki Patel pose in front of the NASA Pavilion at EAA AirVenture Oshkosh.

It’s that time of year again–EAA AirVenture Oshkosh is underway!

Boasting more than 650,000 visitors annually, EAA AirVenture Oshkosh, or “Oshkosh” for short, is an airshow and fly-in held by the Experimental Aircraft Association (EAA). Each year, flight enthusiasts and professionals from around the world converge on Oshkosh, Wisconsin, to engage with industry-leading organizations and businesses and celebrate past, present, and future innovation in aviation.

This year, four NASA interns with the Electrified Powertrain Flight Demonstration (EPFD) project count themselves among those 650,000+ visitors, having the unique opportunity to get firsthand experience with all things aerospace at Oshkosh.

Alex Kehler, Bianca Legeza-Narvaez, Evan Gotchel, and Janki Patel are Sustainable Aviation Ambassadors supporting the EPFD project, which conducts tests of hybrid electric aircraft that use electric aircraft propulsion technologies to enable a new generation of electric-powered aircraft. The focus of Alex, Bianca, Evan, and Janki’s internships cover everything from strategic communications to engineering, and they typically do their work using a laptop. But at Oshkosh, they have a special, more hands-on task: data collection.

“At Oshkosh, I am doing some data collection to better estimate how we can be prepared in the future,” said Janki, an Aerospace Engineering major from the University of Michigan. “Coming to Oshkosh has been an amazing experience… I can walk around and see people passionate about the work they do.”

The NASA Pavilion at EAA AirVenture Oshkosh is full of interactive exhibits and activities for visitors to engage with. NASA Interns Alex, Bianca, Evan, and Janki are collecting data in the pavilion to help improve future exhibits at Oshkosh.

In addition to gathering data to help inform future NASA exhibits and activities at Oshkosh, the interns also have the opportunity to engage with visitors and share their passion for aviation with other aero enthusiasts. For Evan, who is receiving his Master's in Aerospace Engineering from the Georgia Institute of Technology, “being able to be here and talk with people who are both young and old who are interested in what the future of flight could be has been so incredible.”

Alex, Evan, Bianca, and Janki pose in front of NASA’s Super Guppy, a specialized aircraft used to transport oversized cargo.

At Oshkosh, one memory in particular stands out for Alex, Bianca, Evan, and Janki: seeing NASA’s famous Super Guppy in person. With a unique hinged nose and a cargo area that's 25 feet in diameter and 111 feet long, the Super Guppy can carry oversized cargo that is impossible to transport with other cargo aircraft.

“We had a very lucky experience… We were able to not only see the Super Guppy, we got to get up close when it landed,” said Bianca, who is receiving her Master's in Business Administration with a specialization in Strategic Communications from Bowling Green State University. “From a learning experience, it gave me a way better basis on cargo aircraft and how they operate.”

For Alex, who is receiving his Master's in Aeronautical Engineering from the Georgia Institute of Technology, it was exciting to see the Super Guppy’s older technology integrated with newer technologies up close. “There have been a lot of good memories, but I think the best one was the Super Guppy. It was cool to see this combination of 60’s and 70’s technology with this upgraded plane.”

Evan and Janki pose for a photo while walking around EAA AirVenture Oshkosh.

With Oshkosh coming to a close this Sunday, July 30, Alex, Bianca, Evan, and Janki also reflected on advice they have for future NASA interns on how they can get the most out of their internship: be curious and explore, connect with people who work in the field you’re interested in, and don’t be afraid to ask questions.

Alex advises potential NASA interns to “dream big and shoot for your goals, and divide that up into steps… In the end it will work out.” For Bianca, being open and exploring is key: “take opportunities, even if it’s the complete opposite thing that you were intending to do.”

“Ask questions all the time,” said Evan. “Even outside the internship, always continue asking people about what they are knowledgeable on.” And Janki encourages future interns to “Follow your own path. Get the help of mentors, but still do your own thing.”

Visiting Oshkosh and want to see NASA science in action? Stop by the NASA Pavilion, located at Aviation Gateway Park, and see everything from interactive exhibits on sustainable aviation, Advanced Air Mobility, Quesst, and Artemis to STEM activities–and you may even meet NASA pilots, engineers, and astronauts! At Oshkosh, the sky’s the limit.

Interested in interning with NASA? Head over to NASA’s internship website to learn more about internship opportunities with NASA and find your place in (aero)space.

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Hot For Teacher | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You knew it was against policy. You wouldn’t bend the rules for anyone else. But when it came to Rooster Bradshaw, you threw all caution to the wind.

Warnings: Smut and some fluff

Length: 2900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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You always found it exhilarating when you got to come back to Top Gun for a lecture series. You loved North Island and had once hoped to be stationed here, long before you were given a permanent spot on the teaching roster in Lemoore. Teaching aeronautics was your passion. You loved keeping all of the aviators up to date on the latest technology and answering their questions.

It also didn't hurt that you'd get to see Rooster Bradshaw again. When you checked your class roster and saw B. Bradshaw listed there, you immediately smiled to yourself. Of course there was a chance he wouldn't remember you from last year. But you definitely remembered him.

On the last night you had taught the class he was attending, he had flirted relentlessly with you at the bar. A lot of the guys had, but the only one you were interested in was Bradshaw. You had been so close to inviting him back to your hotel room, but ultimately decided against it. But maybe this time would be different.

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Bradley was already grinning. You were coming back to teach another lecture series, and he signed up for it immediately. Your lectures were great, and he always learned a lot about a fascinating topic. Plus you were one of the hottest women he had ever seen in his life. He was pretty sure the fact that you outranked him and had a PhD added to your appeal, but he couldn't be sure. The only thing he was absolutely certain about was the fact that he would have a semi-hard dick all week long just from looking at you.

Bradley wasn't the only one who felt this way. When you had agreed to dance with him at the Hard Deck last year, the other guys had been so pissed off. He bought you drinks and held your hand. Your voice was so ingrained in his mind from the daily lectures, it felt strangely intimate to hear you speaking casually with him at the bar. Bradley had been dying to invite you back to his place, but he thought it was better to have you make a move on him, especially since you were only in town for a short time. But you hadn't, and he had accepted that.

It certainly didn't mean he wasn't excited to see you again. He wondered if you would even remember him.

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On Monday morning, you were addressed by several of the aviators as they entered the classroom, but it was that one specific voice that had your body reacting. "Nice to see you again, Commander." It was Bradshaw in that raspy bedroom voice of his. And it seemed like he did remember you.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw. So glad you signed up for my class," you replied with a smile. He grinned at you, and you were so happy to see he still had that mustache.

He sat in the front row, and an hour into your lecture, you were feeling warm. He wasn't leering at you, his eyes never left your face, but he was making your body react to him regardless. You would have to remember to wear your short sleeved uniform shirt tomorrow.

Every time he adjusted himself in his seat or moved his boots along the floor, you got distracted. It was a good thing you'd practiced your lecture so many times, you could do it on autopilot. And when you took questions at the end of the first day, his were insightful, which pleased you beyond measure.

After your Tuesday lecture, he stayed late to ask you a few more questions about your topic. He studied your face with a smile as you replied, and then he asked more questions.

You laughed. "I feel like you're just trying to keep me talking," you said.

"I am," he agreed with a small laugh of his own. "You're smart, and I like listening to you."

"You remembered me from last year," you said quietly as he took a step closer to you.

"How could I forget?" he asked, and you suddenly felt too hot, even in short sleeves. You both jumped a bit when the lights in the room shut off automatically before turning on again. Then Cyclone poked his head into the room to see if you were ready to head to dinner with himself and some other Admirals.

"Admiral Simpson is so lucky," you heard Bradshaw whisper to you as he headed out.

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Bradley made sure to get that front row seat every day. He had such a massive crush on you by this point, he felt like he was about seventeen years old again.

You were older than him by a handful of years, smarter than him by a lot, and so sexy he could barely concentrate. But he had to try to to pay attention, so he could ask you pertinent questions after class again today. If he didn't get to stand a foot away from you and listen to you speaking only to him, he didn't know if he'd be able to live with himself.

"So what do you think would happen in a washout, Commander?" he asked Wednesday evening, leaning against your podium while you stood behind it.

He watched you break out into a knowing smile before you answered. You knew why he was staying late every day. You knew he was into you. You knew he wanted you. But you humored him anyway and answered all of his questions.

Finally he asked, "Do you want to go out to dinner with me?"

"I shouldn't," you responded softly.

"But do you want to?" he pressed.

Bradley watched you lick your lips before answering. "Yes."

His smile was huge, he knew it. But before he could say anything else, you shook your head and told him, "Let's just chat at the Hard Deck tomorrow evening, like we did last time. I don't know if dinner is such a good idea, Rooster."

He felt his smile fade a bit, but he nodded in agreement. "Okay, Commander."

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You let your hair hang loose down your back and changed into casual clothes before heading to the bar on Thursday evening. You only had one more day left of your lecture series, and you'd be heading back to Lemoore on Sunday. You were still on the fence about letting Bradshaw take you out for dinner.

You definitely wanted to go. He was sweet and adorable and a little younger than you, which was so flattering. And you still felt that itch so many months later that you wanted him to help you scratch. You just knew he'd be enthusiastic and eager to please you, which had you practically salivating as you drove to the Hard Deck.

And when you walked inside and saw him playing pool in his colorful Hawaiian shirt with a big smile on his face, your mind was already in bed with him. A minute after you walked up to the bar to get a drink, he had abandoned his spot at the pool table and was at your side.

"Let me buy you a drink?" he asked, and you nodded as you studied his chocolate brown eyes.

He flagged down one of the bartenders faster than you would have been able to and ordered you a gin and tonic. With the correct kind of gin.

"Do you seriously remember what I like to drink?" you asked him as the bartender shook your cocktail and poured it into a glass.

"I have a very good memory," he replied with a grin. "For example, I remember you almost kissed me last year after two G & T's. And if you were to tell me your phone number right now, I would remember that too."

You took a sip of your drink while you contemplated your next move. But one drink turned into two, and you were still trying to make up your mind about him. He had ushered you to the pool table, and all of the aviators were showing you up big time with their skills.

"Don't they have pool tables in Lemoore, Commander?" Rooster asked you, and you playfully glared at him.

"They do, actually, Lieutenant. I just don't always prefer playing games."

When the others were distracted, Rooster took your hand and led you toward the exit. "There are no games outside, Commander."

Once you were out on the deck with him, you took control, brushing your fingers through his soft, wavy hair and pulling him down for a kiss. You felt his hands on your hips as his lips pressed yours sweetly. He sighed against your lips, nibbling softly before taking your lower lip between his and licking. When you opened your mouth to take a breath, he brought his fingers up to tangle in your hair and tip your head back. You reached for him and pulled him closer, and then his tongue invaded your mouth. He tasted like the beer he had been drinking, and he had you practically moaning.

He was so big and tall, and he just enveloped your body with his. Faintly you knew the door had opened and closed a few times. You knew someone could probably see you in the dim corner of the deck, kissing Bradley Bradshaw like your life depended on it. You knew it was against policy. You would have never even bent the rules, much less broken them for anybody else. But when it came to him, you threw all caution to the wind.

Now his hands were everywhere, tickling your side one moment, and palming your ass the next. He was just as enthusiastic as you'd hoped he would be. When his lips and mustache landed on your neck, and he told you he'd had a bit of a crush on you for a year, you were seeing stars.

"Have you changed your mind about dinner with me?" he asked, nuzzling his nose behind your ear and nipping you.

You rattled off your phone number and said, "Text me later tonight, if in fact you can remember my number. Then I'll seriously consider your dinner invitation." You kissed him hard one more time on the lips, figuring that it would be impressive if he was able to recall your number after that.

But sure enough, aboud five minutes after you left the parking lot, your phone lit up with a text message.

You'll have to tell me what kind of food you like so I can make reservations somewhere you'll enjoy.

God, he was kind of cocky. Not that you minded at all.

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It was Friday morning, and Bradley was physically very frustrated. But he was really enjoying this little game you were playing with him.

You had written back last night saying, I told you I would seriously consider dinner. I'll get back to you. But nice job remembering my number.

You were coy and smart and funny and he couldn't stand it. And when you texted him again as he was getting out of the shower before work, letting him know you liked seafood, he was grinning like crazy and making reservations on his phone.

He could barely pay attention to your lecture from his front row seat. He kept thinking about how your hips had felt in his palms and how you tasted like juniper berries after drinking gin. And when you paused and looked at him while licking your lips, he almost had to excuse himself for a minute.

It had been so long since a woman had made him feel this crazy. And you weren't even doing anything besides talking about jet propulsion and occasionally looking at him. He wanted to dominate you, turn you into a babbling mess. He wanted to remove every intelligent thought from your mind. He wanted you to only be able to focus on him.

As you finished up your weeklong lecture, Bradley stayed put in his seat while everyone else thanked you and filed out of the classroom. You strolled out from behind the podium and slowly came to stand right in front of him.

Bradley looked up at you, your arms were crossed over your chest. "Can I help you with something, Lieutenant Bradshaw?" Your voice was dark and seductive and he was just about to pull you down onto his lap when you turned and headed toward the door.

"Fuck," he muttered, scrambling to his feet. He turned to watch you go, but you just simply closed the door, locked it, and pulled the blinds shut.

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You turned back and looked at him standing there. He plainly had an erection, and you wanted him so badly, your heart was pounding for him.

"Did you enjoy my lecture series?" you asked, running your fingers across his abdomen as you returned to the podium. His flight suit was rough, and you were already imagining the fabric against your skin.

He grunted when you touched him and then followed you to the front of the room. "You know I did, Commander. I'm your top student."

You pursed your lips and shrugged. "I don't know, Bradshaw. If you want higher marks than Seresin and Floyd, you're going to need some extra credit."

He leaned across the podium and kissed you before eagerly whispering, "How can I get extra credit?"

You leaned forward and kissed him harder. "This is one way."

Then Rooster was moving quickly around the podium and reaching for your body. His flight suit was stiff and rough and rubbing you in all the right ways as he invaded all of your senses.

"Come here," you whispered, pulling him to you by his hair and kissing him again. And his hands were all over your body as you made out with him. "That feels good," you muttered when he untucked your shirt and ran his fingers along the skin of your lower back.

"You taste good," he told you, grabbing your chin with his free hand and licking your lip before returning to kissing you so well.

"Mmmmm," you were humming as he pulled you against his erection and ground against your belly. You started to unbutton your shirt, and his eyes moved along with the progress your fingers were making before his lips made their way to the tops of your breasts. He yanked down the cups of your lace bra and tasted both of your nipples. Your head fell back as you moaned, pressing your breasts against his face.

"If we're doing this here, let's be quick," you whimpered, and you felt him smile against your chest and you unbuttoned your uniform pants.

"Sounds good to me, Commander. But please keep in mind that I'm not usually quick."

You moaned loudly at his words and sucked in a deep breath as he unzipped his flight suit to reveal a black tee and black boxer briefs which were straining against his cock. He let his flight suit crumple to the floor around his feet before he moved on to yanking down your pants and underwear. He placed a kiss right on your pussy making you literally squeak before he stood up grinning.

"No condom. Is that okay?" he asked softly as you turned to face the podium and bent over a bit. You turned back to see the size of him as he pumped his fist along his length a few times and a smile lit up your face.

"It's okay with me, I'm clean," you told him, and he told you he was too before lining up with you and pushing inside, stretching you out.

"Oh my God," you gasped as he really started moving. You were fucking one of your students in a Top Gun classroom after class, and you didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse.

"You're the sexiest Top Gun teacher I've ever seen," Rooster grunted in your ear as he slammed into you from behind, hands around your waist. He had you pushed up against the lecture podium as he fucked you hard, your khaki uniform pants and underwear around your ankles. You listened to the combined sounds of your soft moans, Rooster's grunting, and the heavy podium scraping inch by inch across the floor.

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Bradley couldn't believe this was happening. This had to be the hottest thing he had ever experienced in his life. The noises you were making as he jerked his hips against you were maddening. Your ass looked phenomenal as it bounced with every movement. He would definitely be quick after all.

You bit your lip and turned to look at him over your shoulder, and when you caught his eye, he leaned down to kiss your lips.

"I'm so close," you whispered against his mouth, gasping out breaths. "I'm almost there, Rooster."

He grabbed your waist tighter and fucked you even harder as he started playing with your clit. You turned your head back away from him, and Bradley could feel your orgasm building as you squeezed around him.

"After you come, Commander, I'm taking you to dinner. Then back to my place, and we can spend as much time on each other's bodies as we want. Sound good?" he managed, and then your cries grew louder.

"Sounds great, Lieutenant," you moaned as you came on his cock.

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bobbyonboard · 2 years

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Leavin’ On a Jet Plane [Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader]

Summary: did I pretty much just loosely follow the plot of Top Gun: Maverick? You bet I did. Or in other words--your new husband has just been called back to Top Gun for reasons unknown. Just a lil’ thing detailing those two weeks.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death (rip to the best couple of all time, goose and carol), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, maaaaaaaaaybe if you squint a tiny bit of breeding kink, it’s lots of build up and then just smut.

Word Count: 4.7k

Author’s Note: This is extremely self-indulgent. I haven’t posted a fic in over two years, so PLEASE be kind to me. Even though I am 27, I will cry if strangers on the internet are mean to me. Is all the info in it correct? No. Did I change a few things to make it suite my heart’s needs? Yes. Requests are always open and you can check out my masterlist here, which I’ll be updating shortly! Because there are plenty more Top Gun fics sitting in my brain lol

also big thanks to @bradshawsbaby and @callsignbob for their fics being so amazing that it kicked my ass back into writing fics

Three weeks.

It certainly wasn’t the longest you’d ever been apart, but still–it was three weeks. Watching your husband toss his bags in the back of his Bronco had that familiar pang pulsing in your chest, and you tried not to frown as you leaned against the doorframe.

“Hey now, you know I hate that look,” Rooster cooed as he came back up the front steps of your small, shared home. He stayed a step or two lower than you, so the two of you were pretty much the same height, and he bumped your nose with his own.

“It’s three weeks, baby. I’ll call you every night. Text you every second I can,” he promised, his arms moving to wrap around your waist as he pulled you up against his chest, pressing soft kisses to your jutted bottom lip in quick succession.

Truthfully, you weren’t upset about the length. Like he said, three weeks wasn’t horrible. What really had you worried was the fact that he’d been recalled to Top Gun at all. They barely gave the pilots any information, which meant that your husband could tell you even less–and you didn’t care for it in the slightest. Going back to Top Gun could only mean one thing–something was happening and they needed the best and the brightest.

“I know you will,” you sniffled, and you tried your best to put a smile on, if only for Rooster’s sake. “Just don’t want you forgettin’ about me while you’re gone,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood in just the slightest.

Your smile became genuine when Bradley gave a dramatic role of his eyes and clutched at his chest playfully. “You think I’d forget about you?! About this?!,” he scoffed, reaching around to grab a handful of your ass and give it a squeeze as you squealed with laughter. “You must not know me at all, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

Six months of marriage hadn’t changed the way that made your stomach flip–hearing yourself referred to as “Mrs. Bradshaw” had your cheeks dusting a light pink, and you bit your bottom lip lightly.

“Alright, Lieutenant Bradshaw. You better call me, then. And you–,” you stopped briefly, swallowing a little thickly at your next words. “You better come home to your wife.”

Rooster stiffened a bit at that, placing his hands on the sides of your face and letting his thumbs brush lightly over your cheekbones. “Hey,” he whispered, pressing your foreheads together and taking a deep breath. He’d never make a promise to you he couldn’t keep–he knew that better than anyone.

“I will do everything I can to come home to you. Okay?”

You just nodded at his words, leaning in to give him a long, passionate kiss, your fingers tangling in his loose, unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt as you kept him close. The two of you continued to kiss for a few minutes, just clinging to each other before you finally pulled away, sliding his aviators on his nose for him, the sun just coming up over the horizon.

“You’ve got a long ride, Roos,” you murmured, giving him one more kiss before smoothing his hair back against his head. Rooster was stationed at Naval Air Station Lemoore, in Lemoore, California. It was a cute, quiet little military town, and while the two of you missed the coast something terrible, you were content with the little community you’d built for yourselves. Bradley had decided he’d enjoy the five hour drive down to North Island instead of flying (something about ‘not enjoying a plane ride when he’s not the one piloting’) so here you were, staring at his Bronco and wishing you were going to be camped out in the passenger seat.

“Yeah, I gotta get goin’,” he whispered in return, giving you one more searing kiss before he was pulling away and giving you that signature Bradshaw grin. Before you could even properly miss him, he was in the car, turning on the engine and rolling down the window as he was backing out of the driveway. Once he was parallel with the street, he shouted at the top of his lungs, “I love you, Mrs. Bradshaw!,” and laid on the horn, whooping and hollering. You couldn’t help but just laugh, knowing the neighbors were certainly awake now, if they weren’t already. You just blew him a kiss and watched him drive off into the sunrise, and quietly hoped these three weeks would go by quickly.

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The first day was always the hardest. Work couldn’t even take your mind off of the fact that you’d be going home to an empty house, so you just moped around the office and immediately got into the bath the second you were home. You were thankful for a quick phone call from Rooster that night, but it was mostly drowned out by noise from The Hard Deck, and you urged him to go have fun with his friends on their first night there. They rarely got nights like those anymore, and they deserved them.

You were at lunch the next day, casually scrolling through Instagram while you ate your sandwich, when suddenly Bradley’s picture filled the screen (it was one of him in black and white, wearing his sunglasses in bed the morning after his latest birthday) and you answered the phone call quickly.

“Hiya honey,” you beamed, cradling the phone to your ear as you took another bite of your sandwich. “How’s your first day?”.

“Baby, why don’t you come down here, huh?,” Rooster practically cut you off, voice sounded just slightly strained and in a hushed tone. “God, it’s beautiful in San Diego. You love it here–it’s only three weeks. I’ll get ya a hotel room and you can make it a vacation. Whatdya say?,” he asked, and for some reason, it felt more like he was begging you to come and stay with him, versus suggesting a fun little trip.

“Bradley, what’s wrong?,” you asked automatically, sitting up straighter in your chair.

“Nothin’!,” he almost squeaked out, and he could tell by your silence that you didn’t believe that for a single second.

He was quiet for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only half a minute. He cleared his throat, and you thought you even heard a soft sniffle.

“It’s Maverick,” he whispered, taking a deep breath. “He’s the instructor.”

Your heart immediately sank into your stomach, and you clung even tighter to your phone. You knew exactly what that meant. You’d never met Captain Mitchell yourself, only heard the stories from Bradley. The story of him pulling his papers. The story of how his father had been in the plane with the other pilot when he died. The only version you’d ever seen of your husband and Maverick’s relationship had been a non-existent one. The two had successfully avoided each other for years–now only to be forced to not only work together, but for Rooster to learn from him.

“Oh, honey,” you whispered, running your hands through your hair and sighing softly. There was nothing Bradley could do. This was Top Gun, and it was the military. They didn’t just let you go somewhere else because you didn’t like your teacher.

“I can’t do it–I can’t do it alone, Y/N,” he whispered into the phone, hands trembling slightly as he gripped it tightly in his hand, bent over in the chair he was currently sitting in.

“It’s three weeks, baby. I can’t just take off work. They’d–”

“Please.”

Your mind was made up before he even finished the word.

“Alright. I’ll go talk to Craig about seeing if I can work remotely the next few weeks, okay?,” you told him softly, wishing you could reach through the phone to hold him gently. “I’ll let you know when my flight lands. I love you,” you whispered.

“Thank you,” he sobbed softly, and a beep let you know the phone call had ended.

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The first flight that didn’t cost you an arm and a leg left the next morning at ten-thirty, and you were looking out the window at the approaching ocean with a mixture of emotions bubbling in your chest. While it had only been two days, you were already excited to see Bradley. His goofy grin, his strong arms. But you know a lot of this trip was going to be navigating the treacherous waters of the past, and you had forgotten your life vest back on shore. The two of you never did dig too deep into the passing of Rooster’s father, and certainly not the loss of having Maverick in his life. That topped with the loss of his mother as well, you knew the next few weeks would certainly be emotional.

But for now, you were just thankful to have an understanding boss that allowed you to work remotely for the next few weeks (you might have added in a few tears and used the ol’ military wife card). The plane jolted to a stop once it hit the runway, and you made your way out of there as quickly as possible.

You grabbed your bags from baggage claim and walked outside, sliding on your sunglasses and trying to look at the row of cars in search of a free taxi. Bradley was due to be at Top Gun all day, so you were just going to go to your hotel and check in, check a few emails, and then hopefully get to have dinner with your loving husband that night. But right as you were turning towards the row of taxis, you spotted a familiar looking Bronco, with a familiar looking man in a jumpsuit sitting on the hood.

“Two days, and you already don’t recognize your husband?,” Rooster shouted as he jumped down, running over and picking you up in his arms and spinning you around as you squealed.

“What are you doing here?! Shouldn’t you be in class?!,” you asked him, adoring every kiss he placed all over your face before he finally settled on your lips with a soft hum, his fingers digging into the fabric of your shorts as he pulled you closer.

“Lunch,” was all he mumbled, fingers sliding up into your hair and keeping the two of you pressed together until you were both gasping for breath.

“Thank you,” Rooster whispered, and you didn’t need to hear those words, but appreciated them nonetheless. He never asked you for a thing–Bradley Bradshaw did everything in the world for you and never once expected anything in return. So when he asked you for something this one time? You would have dropped the world for him.

“Of course, baby,” you murmured in return, stroking his cheek lightly and giving him one more kiss. “Now, you drop me off at the hotel and I’ll be waiting for you tonight when you’re done. Deal?,” you grinned with a wiggle of your eyebrows, wanting to see that smile again.

It did the trick. Rooster let out a loud laugh, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist as he led you to the car.

“Yes ma’am!”

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The next two weeks went by fairly quickly. You spent every moment you could with Rooster, listening to him rant about a particularly tough day, drinking at The Hard Deck with his fellow aviators, or just holding him in the wee hours of the morning while he slept with pitiful whimpers of his father and mother’s names on his lips.

Then one night, Bradley came home with a sad smile on his lips, and you knew that they’d been given final confirmation of their mission.

“We leave in the morning, 0500,” he murmured against your skin that night, fingertips lazily drawing circles on the small of your back.

You attempted to not to act as petulant as you felt, just nodding and biting at your bottom lip, trying not to cry. You understood Bradley’s job the moment you met him. He was a pilot, and sometimes he went on missions, but most of his job was relatively fine. This wasn’t World War II. He wasn’t running off to a far away land knowing he’d never come home. We weren’t even at war with anyone, for Christ’s sake. At least, that’s what you had told yourself to make it all easier.

But instead, you found yourself having to accept the fact that this might very well be the last time you ever see the love of your life, and before you could even try to keep it together, you were burying your face in Bradley’s chest and sobbing.

“I know, darlin’. I know,” was all he whispered, hands rubbing slowly along your spine as he just hummed softly under his breath, trying his best to comfort the both of you. But his words felt like white noise in your ears, just a dull roaring that seemed to drown everything out as you found yourself staring at the alarm clock on the nightstand that was blinking red every few moments.

You had managed to calm down, and husband and wife lay in silence for a few minutes, the heaviness that filled the air laid across the two of them like a weighted blanket.

“I was supposed to be the one taking care of you down here,” you sniffled, a tiny smile on your lips as you turned to look up at Rooster, your chin resting on his sternum.

His pearly whites peeked out from under his mustache, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You always do.”

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Four in the morning was there before you knew it, and it seemed that Rooster couldn’t sleep either. He was already up and in the process of getting dressed when the alarm went off, soft music playing from the shitty radio/alarm clock on the nightstand. You recognized the tune quickly as Leavin’ On a Jet Plane by Peter, Paul, and Mary. What a sick joke.

You sat up in bed and rubbed at your red, tired eyes, feeling smaller than you ever had. It was as if the room suddenly felt five times bigger, and the mattress was going to swallow you up.

“When will–When will I know you’re back?,” you whispered, voice thick with both emotion and sleep.

Bradley sat down next to you on the edge of the bed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and letting it lazily twirl around his finger. “It’s not supposed to be any longer than ninety-six hours, there and back. We’re in, we’re out,” he murmured, hating that that was the only information he could give you. You just nodded in understanding, moving to crawl into his lap, arms draping around his neck as you clung to him.

“You come home to me, do you understand?,” you whispered, fingers clutching the material of his shirt. “Because if you don’t, Rooster, I swear to God, I’m going to go to whatever fucking country you’re in, and bring your ass back myself,” you added, and you could feel your love smiling against you neck.

“Yes ma’am, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he whispered in return, and suddenly you felt something drip onto your shoulder, and felt Rooster’s chest tremble a bit before he pulled back. “It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay,” he added, leaning in to give you a loving, passionate kiss, one that reminded you of the early days of your relationship, when he’d kiss you good night like he was afraid in the morning, he would have only dreamt you.

You finally pulled away, wiping away his tears as he wiped away your own, and you moved to sit down on the bed, arms wrapping around yourself as he got up and grabbed his bag.

“I love you, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he said once more. You blinked, and he was gone.

The sob that ripped through your lips was loud enough to echo into the hall, and it would stay with Bradley Bradshaw forever.

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Towards the end of the fourth day, you were sitting at the bar of The Hard Deck, miserably staring out at the ocean and lazily sipping at your Diet Coke, not even bothering to take the straw out of your mouth between sips.

“Y/N,” Penny said gently as she walked over, leaning over and letting her elbows rest on the wood. “They’ll be home soon. Believe me, if something was wrong they would have–,” she stopped herself, sometimes forgetting that being familiar with the Navy for her whole life could make her a little jaded to situations.

“They would have already sent someone to tell me he’s dead. Yeah. I know,” you shot back, and the instant the words left your lips, you winced at your tone. You just turned and reached out your hand, taking hers and giving it a soft squeeze. “Sorry,” you whispered, a tight smile stretched across your lips.��

“You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry for,” she assured you, squeezing your hand in return. “It’s tough. It never gets any easier.”

The two of you managed to get your minds off of your boys for another hour or so, Penny telling you about how she was going to take Amelia out on a boat ride once she got out of school, before you decided you’d at least try and get some rest back in your hotel room. You had just parked Rooster’s Bronco in a space outside of your hotel when a Naval Alert popped up on your phone:

USS LANGLEY ARRIVAL TIME: 1600

“Oh my god. Oh my fucking GOD,” you gasped, immediately turning the car back on and practically flying down the Coronado Bridge and making your way to North Island. There was already a small crowd of family and friends standing around, and it was moments like this you were reminded that it wasn’t just Rooster and the pilots that were gone. It was an entire ship full of people whose families were waiting for them.

You nervously paced around for awhile, making small talk with some other wives around you, before someone started shouting they could see the ship. It was then that everyone’s voices started to get a bit louder, and there was an energy surrounding everyone that had your heart pounding in your chest.

What felt like three hours later, there was a chorus of cheers when the first group of men and women came off of the aircraft carrier. You could barely see over the group in front of you, and you decided to climb up one of the small fences, holding on tight and straining your eyes as you searched each and every face.

“Mrs. Bradshaw!,” a voice boomed from about thirty feet in front of you. “Get your ass down from there and come kiss your husband!”

“Bradley!,” you practically screamed, jumping down and sprinting through the throngs of people before you slammed against Rooster’s chest, lunging up and kissing him roughly.

“You’re okay,” you whispered, kissing him over and over, tasting the salt from the ocean on his skin.

“I missed you so fuckin’ much, baby,” he breathed out, as if he’d been holding his breath ever since the morning he left you.

“God, I fucking missed you,” you agreed, finally opening your eyes to see his face covered in scrapes that looked as if they were beginning to scab over.

“What–?”

“Hey,” he stopped you quickly, taking both of your hands in his and kissing your knuckles lovingly. “It’s okay. I’m fine. They’re just some scratches,” he assured you, leaning in for one more kiss before he was pulling back and looking around.

“Wait here,” he said suddenly, taking off towards his left, and you simply just blinked. Because you just knew your husband hadn’t run off only minutes after being reunited with the love of his life–right?

“Honey,” you heard his voice from over your shoulder, and you turned around only to be face to face with none other than Captain Pete Mitchell.

“Mav, this is my wife, Y/N. Y/N this is Maverick–he saved my life up there,” Rooster said proudly, and you felt a wave of emotion crash over you.

“Pete Mitchell, ma’am. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Maverick stuck out his hand, and instead of returning his hand shake, you threw your arms around him.

“Thank you,” you whispered, and after a few moments, you felt his arms tighten around your middle.

“There’s no need. In fact, don’t let him give me all the credit. Your husband saved my ass out there a couple of times. I wouldn’t have made it home without him,” he said firmly as you pulled back, and you couldn’t help but smile proudly at the wonderful man you married.

“Of course he did. That’s Rooster,” you grinned, reaching out to take his hand, and your lover just kissed the back of your hand. You turned back to look at Maverick, and you caught the tail end of a smile he was giving Rooster, one that mirrored the image of a proud father.

“I’ll let you kids go. You’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” he laughed softly, clapping Rooster on the shoulder. “I’ll see you before you go, yeah?”.

“You will,” you interjected, your arm wrapped around Rooster’s waist and giving it a soft squeeze. “We’ll go out for dinner tomorrow, how’s that sound?”.

Plans were quickly made, and you even managed to exchange numbers with Maverick before you and Bradley were in his Bronco, tearing back off towards town and your hotel. You didn’t think you’d ever run so fast into a hotel lobby, but before you could even catch your breath, Rooster was kissing your neck in the elevator, one hand sliding down the front of your shorts, and the other moving up your t-shirt and squeezing your right breast.

“Bradley!,” you squealed, but a moan quickly left your lips when his thumb brushed over your nipple at the same time the pad of his middle finger rubbed lightly at your clit. “Someone could see.”

“Let ‘em,” he growled, working on leaving a mark under your left earlobe as he lazily began to grind against your hip. “This whole hotel’s gonna know how much Bradley Bradshaw missed his wife.”

The automated voice in the elevator announced your floor just as the doors opened, and the two of you managed to stumble your way into the hotel room. Shirts and pants were being flung in all directions, and you think your panties might have landed somewhere in the kitchenette, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Because at that moment, the love of your life was kissing down your body, placing your thighs on his shoulders and diving straight into your slick cunt.

“Fuck!,” you cried out, fingers tangling in his dark hair as you began to grind down against his mouth, every nerve ending in your body on fire. Rooster’s tongue was sliding expertly between your folds, licking up every bit of wetness before he would suck quickly and harshly at your clit, switching back and forth until you were a panting, gasping mess for him.

“Bradley,” you whined, hips rolling constantly, trying to draw yourself closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” he purred, biting softly at your inner thigh before he immediately slid two fingers inside of you, causing you to swear loudly. “Want you to come for me, honey. Want you to come on my fingers before I put my cock in you. Can you do that for me? Can you come for me, princess?”

He had barely finished his last sentence, fingers drilling against your sweet spot, before you were screaming his name and clamping down around his thick digits. Your body shook with each pulse of your orgasm, hips continuing to roll as you rode out your high, your free hand lazily rubbing at your breasts while you enjoyed your euphoric experience.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered, peppering your hips and lower stomach with light kisses before he pulled his fingers out slowly, crawling back up your body. He kept one of your legs up by his shoulder, and he stroked himself twice before sliding his achingly hard cock into your soaked pussy, groaning once he was fully seated inside of you.

One heel was digging into the small of Bradley’s back, the other into his shoulder as he practically split you in two, your sensitive cunt almost pulling him deeper inside of you. His hips began to piston against yours quickly, and you could tell that he wouldn’t last long. He’d been waiting for this. Waiting for you.

“I fucking love you,” he panted, your foreheads pressed together and lips barely touching. “I love you so much. Thought about you every day. Wanted to be back with you, to be back in this pretty pussy.”

As he spoke, his hand slid down once again to start rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb, and you squirmed under his touch immediately.

“Missed you,” you whimpered out, and at your words, Bradley was connecting your lips once more, kissing you with every ounce of love and affection he had flowing through his veins for you.

As the minutes passed, your pleasure grew and grew, until you were teetering on the edge of another orgasm, feeling your skin practically sizzle with every bead of sweat that dropped onto your skin from your husband.

“B-Bradley,” you gasped out, trying to hold out just a little bit longer.

“I know, honey. I’m close, too. You gonna come again for me? Gonna let me fill you up? Give you everything I’ve got?,” he practically growled, and you just nodded your head furiously, your hands settled on the back of his neck, keeping him close.

“Use your words for me, princess. Tell me you’re close. Tell me you’re gonna come on my cock,” he demanded, hips faltering just slightly as he neared his own orgasm.

“M’gonna come, baby. Gonna–,” you stopped, a mewl ripped from your lips as that wave of pleasure crashed over you once again, and you were clamping around his cock like a vice.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck–,” he gasped, and within a handful of thrusts, he was spilling inside of you, leaning down to kiss you messily through your shared orgasms, his hips slowing to a stop and he just stayed inside of you for a moment, the two of you attempting to catch your breath.

“You really did miss me,” you teased after a few minutes of the two of you just lazily kissing, and Rooster chuckled softly, nuzzling your noses together.

Within minutes, the two of you were cleaned up and back in bed, your naked bodies tangled together under the sheets and you let your fingers dance lightly over his scrapes, pressing a feather-light kiss to each one once you inspected it. You noticed that Rooster was struggling to keep his eyes open, and so you pressed a final kiss to his lips, brushing his sweat-matted hair off of his forehead.

“Get some rest, Lieutenant Bradshaw. You’ve earned it,” you whispered, laying down with your head on his chest, letting his heartbeat remind you he was home. He was alive. He was okay.

“Thank you,” was all he said, and you found it funny how two little words could be worth more than an epistle about his love for you, how thankful he was for you, how he’d never be able to repay you for the past two weeks.

“Anything for you, you big stud,” you teased, closing your eyes and feeling him giving you a gentle squeeze.

“I’ll keep ya to that in the mornin’,” he yawned, and within seconds his familiar snores filled the small bedroom, and you fell asleep with a smile on your lips.

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they don't know about us - j.'h'.s

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

wc: 1.8k

a/n: i am so happy to see glen powell getting the recognition he deserves <333 also listen to 'they don't know about us' by 1d cause that also kinda inspired this imagine!

top gun: maverick masterlist

you've had a passion for flying ever since you were little. it came from spending time with your dad on the airbase whenever possible. seeing the glimmer in his eyes anytime he would return with a new story about flying the f-14s made you want to pursue the same thing, so you did.

the second you were able to sign up for flight school, you did. it was against your mother's wishes because she had already lost your father to the sky and didn't want to lose you too. ultimately, she knew there was no convincing you because once you had your heart set on something, that was it.

flight school was interesting, to say the least. the boys in your class didn't view you as much competition but ever since you smoked their asses on the first day, they were quick to respect you. during your time at flight school, you became super close with natasha aka phoenix as she was the only other girl present and you two got on like a house on fire.

when you found out you and pheonix were heading to top gun, you nearly threw up from the excitement. top gun was no joke. it was the elite school for the best of the best aviators and you were now one of them. it was difficult, wild and stressful but also you also had the best time of your life there. you met all kinds of new people, especially ones that you normally would never surround yourself with because they are cocky, egotistical and very full of themselves making them insufferable. so imagine your surprise when you ended up falling for said person.

jake 'hangman' seresin caught you by complete surprise. you and him didn't talk much until one day you were put together on the same team for beach volleyball as a team bonding exercise. no one knew that you were on your high school volleyball team and took them all the way to the championships so it was fun watching their faces when they realized how good you were at serving the ball.

"holy shit, y/c/s! you're pretty decent at this," hangman said dragging his eyes up and down your body. you were in a black sports bra and biker shorts, nothing too fancy yet the way his eyes lingered on you made you feel like you were dressed in the finest clothes.

"i think you mean to say she's fucking incredible!" phoenix proudly put her arm around your shoulders pulling you in and resting her head on yours. your team won 10 to 4 and it was all thanks to you.

the losing team had to buy the first round of drinks at the hard deck. fanboy and bob were not fans f that but still did it with a smile on their face. you were sat at the bar watching your team bond. one thing about you is that you liked to people watch, not in a creepy way but you liked to see people living in the moment. what you didn't realize is that hangman was observing you. he stopped playing pool with the boys and joined you at the bar.

"tell me something," he began as he pulled a seat next to you. you almost choked on your drink as you weren't expecting company. "where did you learn to serve like that? cause it looked killer,"

you smiled into your drink. "i played a little in high school."

"how did i not know that?" he scoffed.

you gazed into his eyes, slightly taken aback by how intensely he was staring back. "you never asked. in fact, you haven't spoken more than 10 words to me since we started at top gun so there wasn't ever a chance."

"well," he raised his empty glass. "it's time we change that."

you knew you shouldn't get sucked into his orbit but was too late the second you started to clench your thighs anytime he smiled at you, you were a goner.

taking your cup and clinking it against his, you grinned at him. "i guess it is."

"penny darling, another round please."

the two of you fell into a comfortable conversation. of course, hangman being hangman he flirted in the most obvious ways but you laughed it off. it was quite alarming how much you were starting to enjoy being in his presence but you brushed off those thoughts and embraced the moment. the rest of the bar fell into a blur and it was like you two were the only ones there until you two were actually the last ones there. he was a gentleman and asked to walk you back to the accommodation you shared with phoenix.

"this is me," you said walking up the steps to your door. you turned around and found him on the step below you so were at eye level.

"thanks for today. i had fun."

"name the time and place and i can always show you a good time," he smirked.

"okay hangman. good night," you started to turn around but his hand caught your arm.

"wait, y/n," you looked back and your heart softened a bit. you've never seen jake 'hangman' seresin so nervous before.

"do you-can i see you again?"

"yeah, i'm gonna see you tomorrow for class." you joked. you knew what hewas really asking but you wanted to make sweat a bit.

"yeah i guess you are," he said chuckling, scratching the back of his neck. "what i'm trying to say is i liked your company a lot tonight and i'd like to do it again in a more... intimate setting?"

you couldn't help but let out a giggle. "jake seresin, are you asking me out on a date?"

"only if you say yes"

you pretended to deliberate for a few seconds before putting him out of his misery. "i'd love to."

you had no idea then but those three words changed your life. you fully intended that date with hangman to be a one-off, but it turned onto second and third and with each passing day you fell more and more.

hangman and you wanted to keep things professional at school but off-hours, you were all over each other. because he couldn't touch you in front of your peers in private, his hands were always on you. while you two studied? his hand on your legs while it was on your lap. sleeping together? his hand will always find yours in the middle of the night. walking on the beach at night as you are right now? you guessed it, his hand was holding yours.

hangman was a confident man, to say the least, but he came undone when it came to you. it terrified him at first but it quickly became a strength of his because you made him want to be a better man. he loved you and he knew you loved him and in your shared world things moved so fast but he wanted one thing to remain constant and that was you.

you stopped at random and took in a deep breath. "i don't think i will ever get over the ocean breeze at night. it's incredible."

hangman's eyes were on you. "yeah, it is."

you looked back and smiled but it feel a little when you saw his look of unease. "hey, what's wrong?"

"n-nothing." he grabbed your hands and kissed your knuckles "it's all good."

"i know you too well to know it's not, so spill."

"i love you," he began. "like a lot. with everything that flight school or life could have prepared me for there was no way, i could have prepared for you. for the longest time, i thought that flying was my first love but i've never been more wrong. it's you y/n and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. only you."

your eyes were burning with unshed tears. "jake," you whispered.

he got down on one knee and opened a small black velvet box travelling a stunning ring. "there are many ways to be happy in this life but all i really need is you. so y/n 'y/c/s' y/l/n will you marry me?"

you got down on both knees not caring if the water was soaking your silk skirt. "yes! yes! a million times yes!"

he slid the ring on the appropriate finger before you took his face and kissed him as hard as you could. it took a second before hangman took full control of the kiss, running his hand through your hair.

you pulled away and brushed his nose with yours. "hi future husband."

"hi future wife," he kissed your forehead before lifting you back into a standing position with him.

you two couldn't wait months to plan a whole elaborate wedding to be married so on a random day you two had off, you went straight to the california city hall and got your papers.

you guys kept it very lowkey around others much like when you were dating but to the outside world, it looked a budding friendship. for the rest of your time at top gun, you guys pushed each other to be the best always trying to one-up each other. the competitiveness usually ended up with you two having hot sex later on but no one knew that. it wasn't until graduation day that the cat was out of the bag.

you had decided to hyphenate your last name and your husbands name and you wanted to be said like that when your name was called. "lieutenant y/n 'y/c/s' y/l/n-seresin."

whispers broke out among your peers but you stood up proudly and saluted your commanding officer before sitting back down. pheonix tried to catch your eye but you stared straight ahead not wanting to have a much-needed conversation non-verbally.

the second graduation was over you went over to the refreshments table. "i knew i'd find you here,"

the comforting voice slid his hands around your body and kisses your head. "i'm proud of you, baby"

"never in a million years did i ever think i'd see hangman so cuddly!" a voice called out behind you two.

you guys turned around and there was rooster, coyote, phoenix, fanboy and payback.

"someone quickly explain because i am so lost,” rooster said.

"surprise?" you nervously chuckled holding up your hand and hangman did the same showing off his wedding band.

"what? how? when?" fanboy asked.

hangman went on to tell the story and as you stood there watching him, surrounded by your friends, you were the happiest you had ever been. you and hangman went through tough times together and made it out the other side stronger. there is truly no other person you'd want to spend the rest of your life with.

#top gun #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin imagine #hangman top gun #hangman fic #hangman x reader #hangman imagine #rooster #payback #pheonix #fanboy #top gun imagine #top gun x reader

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fanaticsnail · 6 months

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I remember you mentioned having a Mihawk playlist, and the way you manage to find songs that perfectly fit the vibes of your fics and enhance the reading experience is one of the things I love about your writing

So I was wondering if you could share some of the songs on your playlist? Or even some songs that you associate with certain characters/tropes/scenarios?

I always love it when you send me asks, @sexc-snail.

I absolutely DO have a Mihawk playlist. I share the playlist construction with another creator on Tumblr who I love, cherish and adore: @sordidmusings. We add to it as we write, recommend songs as they come to us to help with words in works.

I could get into a long, long rant about music so I will add a page break here ❤. Lots of song recs to follow for the OPLA cast so far.

I am a violinist; have been playing for 25 years this year (I AM GETTING OLD, JEEPERS CREEPERS). Music is a great, passionate love affair for me and I adore learning about songs and pieces new and old. Here are some recommendations for songs and vibes I associate with the characters and the tropes.

I never add lyrics to my fics so the readers can visualize their own favourite melodies where they see fit, but I do have tunes in mind when I write them. The only fic I've really centralised a song about is the "You Should Be Sad" Mihawk fic I wrote a while back and the Koby series I'm writing.

Here are some song recommendations: all songs are Spotify linked. Enjoy a peek into my madness.

For the Characters

Luffy:

Long Way Home: Walk off the Earth, Lindsay Stirling

Following the Sun: SUPER-Hi, NEEKA

La Isla Bonita: Madonna

Zoro

Work Song: Hozier

Promise: Voyager

Cold Shot: Stevie Ray Vaughan

Sanji

Love Story: Indila

Know You Girls: Franz Ferdinand

Family Line: Conan Grey

Nami (She gets four, because she's amazing and I love her)

Runaway: Aurora

My Mother Told Me: NATI, Cullen Vance, Jonny Stewart

Outside: Ellie Golding, Calvin Harris

Queen of the Kings: Alessandra

Usopp

Mechanical Instinct: Aviators

The Higher Ground: Red Hot Chili Peppers

Eastside: Benny Blanco, Halsey, Khalid

Buggy

Be Your Shadow: The Wombats

Gasoline: Halsey

I Wanna Be Your Slave: Maneskin

Shanks:

The One that Got Away: The Civil Wars

Atlantis: Seafret

Barton Hollow: The Civil Wars

Mihawk

Seven Nation Army: Postmodern Jukebox

My Heart With You: The Rescues

The Snake: Lana Lubany

Koby (He also gets four, because he deserves only good things, and because Morgan Davies is Aussie like me)

Grieve No More: Patty Gurdy

Siuil A Run: Ella Roberts

Mad World: Jasmine Thompson

Again: Flyleaf

Helmeppo

Fighter: Christina Aguilera

Torn: Natalie Imbruglia

Elastic Heart: Sia

Garp

Sharp Dressed Man: ZZ Top

Under a Violet Moon: Blackmores Night

Billie Jean: The Civil Wars

For the Tropes

Unrequitted Love (My all time favourite thing)

Wrecking Ball: Beth

Can't Help Falling in Love: Tommee Profitt, Brooke

I Found: Amber Run

Comptine d'un autre ete l'apres-midi: Yann Tierson

Derniere Danse: Indila

Only in my Mind: Kenya Grace

Over and Over: Three Days Grace

Broken Pieces: Apocalyptica Lacey

Too Close: Alex Clare

Stupid Heart: Sorana

Enemies to Lovers

FMLYHM: Sether

Closer: NIN

Hella Good: No Doubt

Play With Fire: Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money

Why'd You Only Ever Call Me When You're High: Arctic Monkeys

For when they give into their feelings:

Surrender: Natalie Taylor

As the World Caves In: Sarah Cothran

Freeze You Out: Marina Kaye

Say Yes To Heaven: Lana Del Rey

For when they give up but feelings are still there

Lose you to love me: Selena Gomez

Liar: Camilla Cabello

Darkside: Alan Walker

Say My Name: David Guetta, Bebe Rexha, J Balvin

Only Love Can Hurt Like This: Paloma Faith

I See Red: Everybody Loves an Outlaw

If you made it this far, thank you. This was a labour of love. Happy listening ❤

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emil162 · 1 year

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Hikō Yakan is an owl-like bird from the floating kingdom in the sky, Sky Land. Hikō has a great agility and speed, she can easily dodge several obstacles at the same time and is known for her acrobatic sky dances showing her exceptional flying skills.

Even the king and queen had recognized her abilities and made her the youngest captain of the night scouting brigade patrolling the skies around the kingdom.

Right after the kidnapping Hikō felt it was her duty to search for Princess Elle, and with the permission of the rulers, she set out to search the skies of the earth.

While looking for the Princess, Hikō repeatedly saw great steel birds flickering with lights in the sky, leaving only a contrail behind. When Princess Elle and her guardians Sora and Mashiro were found, she learns that these birds are machines called airplanes. She becomes fascinated by the earth aviation and the way humans learned the ability to fly.

Later on with the help of none other than the hyper-amazing legendary honorary scholar Yoyo-sama, she was taught the technique of transforming herself into a human. So that she could stay on the earth and easily study all about the principles of aviation as well as explore the secrets of aeronautical engineering.

Now Hikō is a 16-year-old aviation fanatic girl whose personality is clearly characterized by her surreal determination and her hardworking but still calm and happy nature. Elle-chan immediately sees that Hikō is a natural flyer determined to reach the peak of her abilities thus in a situation of a great danger she granted her the power of becoming a Pretty Cure!

Hikō Yakan becomes one of the main Cures in Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure, and she transforms into the Pretty Cure of the Night, Cure Aviatrix.

Her catchphrase is „A silent claw gliding in the night sky! Cure Aviatrix!”

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Yakan hikō – night flight (jap.). Changed the order 😉

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Now I’d like to take a moment to say thanks to the incredibly supportive artist @aceaeite . Even though we’ve only known each other for a while, she always had a moment to advise what and how to improve to achieve the effect I’m sharing with you today! It was thanks to her that I pushed forward not to give up and draw, draw and draw again. I miss such people in my life with whom I can share my passions, which is why I am extremely grateful to her for sharing her experience and just wanting to spend a moment getting to know the other person ❤️ thank you!

#green cures #precure oc #precure #fancuries #pretty cure #pretty cure oc #precure 2023 #hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky precure oc #owl #AVIATRIX

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shyshva · 2 years

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"lake" jake "hangman" seresin x female reader

from author: i kinda hate this, i write this when i was in bad mood and i thought it would come out better - but i want post something so i hope you will like this i was inspired by a scene from "grown up"

tw: mention of sex, being horny? threats in the direction of the aviator - sorry I suck at giving tw

You were sitting with Phoenix and Penny drinking beer when you heard Jake calling you. He and Rooster were teaching Bob to play basketball. It was a funny sight because Jake was impatient and Bradley was understanding and patient , they were like fire and water.

Nevertheless all members of the dagger squad were relaxed and happy, you finally were on vacation. You decided to rent a house on the lake together and spend this time in each other's company before they send you off to the other side of the world again. And you also celebrated Maverick's retirement and his relationship with Penny.

So on these sunny days, you barbecued, drank beer, danced, swam in the lake and played basketball - which Maverick was not happy because he thought his dogfight game was better than some basketball.

Returning, Jake was on the basketball court yelling your name, just like a little kid calling his mom to see him throw to the basket. But Jake was not a little kid, oh no he was shirtless guy with great abs, very hot view. Your favorite sight.

“Honey look” He stood with his back to the basket, smiling in that cocky way of his

He threw the ball to the basket and you saw perfectly how his muscles tightened, how the sweat on his torso glowed in the sunlight. It hit without a hitch, and you've been hit by your own lust. He knew what he was doing, he knew that in a moment you would go to the house and he would follow you. And it would end in the best way for both of you.

And you knew he was just as horny as you are and doing everything to drag you into the bedroom. There's no way he'd play with you like that, over your dead body.

Yeah you two like to compete, at work, in the kitchen or in bed - that's why you were so perfect for each other, and your relationship is so loving and passionate.

You took off his old t-shirt under which you had a black bikini, he loves that bikini.

“I am going swimming in the lake, are you coming with me? “ You ask Phoenix and Penny, they said “no” with smirks on their faces, they knew what you were doing.

You bent down towards the pitch picking up a t-shirt from the ground. You felt his gaze on you until you jumped into the water. When you surfaced he was already going into the water. You laughed seeing his angry face, you did quite well in this game of yours "Who Will Be More Horny At The End Of The Day".

“Hey honey, congrats you perfect throw” You said with big smile, playing stupid is always the best in this game.

“You are really bad for me, you know what you are doing to me?” He said with seriousness swimming up to you.

“I don’t understand, i just congratulated you”

He grabbed your hips and drew them to his chest, and you thanked in your heart for the big bushes that covered the lake, so your friends could see complete nothing. You knew how it ends for you.

His fingers descended to the lower part of your bikini, in a moment you were already wearing only a bikini top.

He smiled and said “Still don’t know?” You nod still playing. “Oh honey i will help you to find the answer”

Just as his fingers were about to take effect, Bradley ran out from behind the bushes shouting in your direction.

“HANGMAN YOUR CAR IS ON FIRE!”

“WHAT” You both shout with shock in your face.

Jake handed you your panties and you left the lake in a hurry. You ran towards the car, with nothing happening to it. With confusion you looked at Rooster, who with laughter was now high-fiving Fanboy and Coyote.

"Sorry we bet that I would be able to interrupt your sex in the lake and it worked out, but it was Coyote's idea, not mine!" Rooster explained with a pause for laughter.

"Jake if only you had seen your min " said the originator of their fun.

" Y/N hold me or I'll kill them right now.”

You laughed when you saw your boyfriend face. He was so angry and horny at this point that he looked hilarious.

"Wow even you are with them, oh no it won't be like that" He stated and took himself by the hips, threw himself on his back and shouted in the direction of the aviators.

"Now just try to interrupt and your cars will really be on fire." You laughed even louder when Bradley's face went all white. He loved his car.

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wingnutz360 · 1 year

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Valkyrie- she is so gorgeous! 54 years ago February 4th 1969 was her last flight. She took off from Edwards Air Force Base,CA and flew to the National Airport Museum in Dayton Ohio for her retirement. Over the next few days I'll be posting a lot more about her. Out of, all the aircraft in history that I've studied. From the Wright flyer to the F-35, J20, Su 57 and of course the one that is the most badass ass of all thee F-22 Raptor! The Xb70 valkyrie has been my favorite I started actively researching aircraft at the age of six, 1974. I would dream daily of seeing her. As of yet I've never seen her in person. That all changes in about 2 months, I'll be seeing her for the first time in her new birth and I am very excited. I've been by the museum three times, but I was only on the East Coast for family emergencies! I grew up and have lived my life on the west coast, in Seattle! Being an aviation historian, has been a fun lifelong Pursuit, full of passion! Valkyrie is truly the most beautiful aircraft I've ever laid eyes on!

#wingnutz360 #aircraft #aviation history #warbirds #avgeek #aviation lovers #military aviation #aviation news and photos with david arkwright #ww 2 #f14 tomcat #xb70valkryie #xplane #usaf #USAFMUSEUM #nasa picture of the day #80000 FT MACH 3

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callsign-phoenix · 1 year

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I wrote this as a part of my advent calendar fics, I hope you like it!

It is a Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x gn!reader imagine.

Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading!

Day 18: Christmas party with friends

Warnings: none

“You look amazing, darling, don’t worry about that,” Bob Floyd asked you as you looked at yourself in the mirror for the thousandth time that afternoon.

You were invited to meet Bob’s friends at Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw’s Christmas party.

He had been described to you by your boyfriend as casual but emotional, which seemed like a nice combination.

You could feel Bob’s arms wrap around you from behind and you closed your eyes as his lips came in contact with your right cheek, a smile forming on your own at his show of affection.

“We have to go or we’ll be late,” he whispered, and you nodded in agreement.

On the ride to Bradley’s place your mind raced, thinking about all the possible mishaps that could potentially happen.

Your biggest worry was that none of the people that were most important to Bob would like you.

It was stupid because Bob loved you and his friends which meant that you couldn’t be too different, but you just wanted to give off a good impression.

You were the last to arrive, which immediately filled you with anxiety, but the moment Bradley opened the door a chorus of happy cheers enveloped you, that made both you and Bob smile widely.

Bob was immediately pulled into a tight hug by his tall, moustached friend and you were quick to follow, muttering your name and a ‘nice to meet you’ as Bradley introduced himself.

He wore a wide grin which was infectious, you were quickly smiling as well as you were introduced to every single person in the room.

Each one of the aviators was scarily attractive and you felt self conscious quickly, until you noticed Bob’s eyes on you.

He was standing next to you facing his friends but his gaze was trained on you, his eyelids hooded slightly and a proud smile on his lips as he didn’t let you out of sight for even a second.

It made your heart fill with pride that he cared for you as much as he did, and your chin raised in confidence at the fact that he had chosen you.

After a few minutes of small talk Bradley handed you a drink and the general attention scattered, until everyone was talking in small groups while Christmas music softly played in the background.

Bob never left your side and his hand stayed on your back most of the time, the pride of being with you obvious in his eyes to anyone who looked at you.

It was a beautiful evening of drinks, Christmas food, and games.

At the end of it you felt at home amidst the people that shared the same passion for something you couldn’t remotely relate to.

You were proud of each and every one of them and you looked up to them, knowing how difficult their job was and seeing what amazing people they were as well.

They were intimidating on many levels, but you felt entirely at home with them.

When you drove home you did so holding hands during the entirety of the drive, making light conversation and smiling the whole way back.

The moment you settled into bed you were still smiling, and Bob immediately wrapped his arms around you from behind you, pulling you closer until you were comfortably nestled into his chest.

“I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you like my friends,” he whispered against the lobe of your ear as he held you.

“All I know is that I love you, and that I couldn’t be more proud than I am that I get to call you mine,” he added, and it was the first time that you said ‘I love you’ to each other.

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lifmera · 2 months

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Hello! I adore your writing! May I please have a match up for Hazbin Hotel, Chainsaw man and Sally face if it’s not too much trouble? I'm demisexual 27 year old plus sized woman. I’m 5"7 with fairly wide hips that dip to more narrow center and broad shoulders. My eyes are pale green bordering yellow with short almost shoulder length dark brown hair that is an orange blond from the top of my ears down. I have a septum piercing, two sets of ear piercings and glasses in sort of an aviator style that I forget to wear. I'm a little buff under all this fluff as I am a baker by trade. But I have been dealing with a shoulder injury has kinda left me feeling a bit fragile and frustrated. I've been told I'm fairly pretty but I just kinda don't see myself that by conventional standards. I'm not really self conscious about my body, I am just a large animal and people will just have to deal with that. I prefer to dress comfortably but if I can I enjoy wearing jumpsuits as well as black dresses.

I would describe my personality as caring but very direct. I Tend to prioritize others well being over my own. However, I am working on ensuring I take care of myself just as well. I tend to be reserved around other people but once I get comfortable I tend to ramble on my interests in short bursts, primarily around biology, cryptids, animation and practical effects. Honestly I enjoy being a bit aggressive with my friends- usually intimidation play or picking up people to help make them feel a little small. Admittedly when I feel comfortable around someone I prefer feeling small and protected if I’m not needed for comfort. I have many creative hobbies, primarily sketching, painting, sculpting, and crocheting. One of my favorite things to do is wildlife drawings. Though I find it difficult to hold on to my passions for prolonged periods of time, if someone I'm close to is passionate about something- I'm completely enthralled and try to be as supportive as possible. I love word play, often trying to force puns where they don't fit. I love horror and thriller movies and have a decent tolerance for gore but to be perfectly honest I have a hard time with handling prolonged scenes with people actively suffering.

This sounds a little silly but I imagine if I was a demon in hell I would probably resemble something of a chimera. I do apologize if this is a bit of a long submission! Thank you so much for your time!! 💚

I read sally face and started tweaking….

God i love sally face. AND THANK YOUUUUU.

.. I’ve decided to pair you with… ALASTOR, DENJI & LARRY JOHNSON!

Let’s be real. I think at first you’d remind him of his dear old mimzy. Before she died anyways, and obviously not dependent on him to fight your battles.

Alastor would find your rambling interesting, and he’d honestly probably learn something he hasn’t before? like “wow! Thats new.”

He’d want to learn more about your interests, also because he’s the radio demon, and doesn’t seem to really know much about the modern world- or care for it. But he IS based off a wendigo. So i’d think he’d find it interesting!

He LOVES when you paint, draw, crochet for hum! It reminds him or his own mother, and he’d probably become attached to you.

He’d also enjoy it if you did all of this, while he’s broadcasting too. He’s not able to always be there, but if he is, he’ll want to be with you.

Alastor would LOVE to watch horror movies, but if it makes you uncomfortable, or a scene does, he will pay no mind and skip it. Not like theres anything new he hasn’t seen.

If you were a chimera. He definitely would’ve been surprised at your look! Like- “oh ! Thats new.”

Ok … Denji time..

This man would NEVER JUDGE YOU. He can’t even bag someone.

Honestly i think he’d prefer someone chubbier, he’d LOVE to give hugs.

I think Denji would be a very physical touchy person, esp after what happened with… everyone. It’d help him protect you :)

When he found out about your shoulder injury? He was on your ass all day, every day. You don’t get away!

He loves that you take care of others, but this man is always hurt. He’d rather you be okay than he is!

He would love to listen to you ramble. Denji knows when to shut up, and i think he would enjoy listening!

Okay i know I’ve said this before but denji WILL make you draw pictures of you and him together- or he’ll draw them himself. Like stick figures holding hands!

If you crochet him something? Over the MOON. If its a piece of clothing he’s always wearing it. If its a plushie? He’s sleeping with it at night.

Denji would be indifferent to horror movies. I think he’d prefer comedy. He’s seen enough! :(

NOW LARRY 💛

I feel like i shouldn’t have to explain.

He’d LOVE YOU. You remind him of his friends :)

Your personality allows his to come out! He loves that you care for his friends, and his well being cause we know damn well he doesn’t.

Larry is a Listener instead of a talker. He’d love to listen to you ramble and ask questions while he’s painting! His favorite things at the same time!!

You draw with him, you paint, you crochet? Holy SHIT!!!! HE’D BE IN LOVE. Like! Okay !!! I LOVE YOU!!! 🧡🧡

I think he doesn’t mind any movie you guys watch. As long as it’s a mean of being able to cuddle with you on the couch and watch a movie.

He definitely finds your puns funny.

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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY!!!

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sailor-aviator · 5 months

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Aww positivity night is my favorite, 🥹! For the positivity Friday I want to send some love to some of my favorite authors and people here💞:

@roosterforme :

- Even though I have already said it many times I will repeat it forever, I really like her ability to insert small details into her stories and continue to use them throughout the rest of the story. I also love the care she takes in describing scenes that apparently seem normal and yet she manages to transform them into wonderful ones by adding small actions or gestures that make them unique. Without forgetting her skill in characterizing the characters, who are written so well that you fall in love with them from the first words and the precision she puts into writing about Bradley, differently depending on the series but always in a way that is impossible do not fall in love with him. I literally love her entire masterlist, Is It Working For You and the entire Bradley and BG universe was the first series I read by her and it has a special place in my heart, I love reading it and rereading it. She is truly amazing!

@bradshawsbaby :

- I've said it plenty of times about her too, but her skill in transporting the reader precisely to the place where the story is taking place always leaves me speechless. The precision with which she takes care of every detail of the environment is truly special and fascinates me every time. Si Vis Amari Ama is the series thanks to which I discovered her blog and I am madly in love with it. One thing I really appreciate about this series is the fact that she included phrases or words in Latin, this once again confirms the passion and care that she put into her works. As well as it is written, every time I'm in Rome I feel like I've been catapulted into the series! I also find her talent in making the relationships between characters real and her artistic sense when she makes mood boards incredible.

@beyondthesefourwalls :

- The first series of her that I read was Remember you even when I don't and I read it in one go because it had captivated me from the beginning. Her ability to write and make you feel the emotions of the characters is fantastic. I love how in her stories it's like riding a roller coaster for everything you feel and I love even more how in many of her stories she talks and underlines how certain loves never end, no matter what they have to face, they often go through immense turns and then return. This love came back to me is the perfect proof, which made me shed more than one tear and which I loved immensely.

@notroosterbradshaw :

- I madly loved her series The boyfriend experience, the slow burn that occurred between the characters, how they understood that they had feelings for each other and how they let themselves go and got together. I love how she can write about happy feelings as well as sadder feelings. With Slow Dancing in a Burning Room my heart is strained with every chapter, but I can't help but read the series because of how well it is written and how real the situations and conversations between the various characters are.

@mamachasesmayhem

- I recently discovered her Honey and Jake universe and fell in love with it after reading the first few lines. I love her ability to create stories not only by writing them beautifully but also by building the entire outline. With the presentation of the various main characters, inserting photos of them as she imagined them, writing their background and their nicknames. Not to mention the various mood boards that she creates and the various digital Daggers that always manage to make me smile and are so carefully done.

@sailor-aviator :

- And last but not least, you! I discovered your blog by chance while seeing the Fool’s Fare prologue. And inside I thought "wow a series about pirates with Jake as the protagonist must be interesting" so I read the prologue and to say that it literally enchanted me would be an understatement. I love your skill in describing the entrances and introductions of the characters as well as how you manage to bring the reader even further into the story thanks to the drabbles you write, making known various details and different points of view, and also thanks to the research that you do and share about clothes or jewels, to name a few, that you then talk about in the story. As I already told you, right now I'm literally obsessed with your new series Stranger like me, I love the idea and how you're developing it is really beautiful!

You are all extremely talented, sweet and kind! Reading your stories and interacting with you is always a pleasure! I truly appreciate the passion, love and time you all dedicate to your work and for this I can never thank you enough! 💌🫶🏼✨

Fabiola, I don’t think positivity night would be complete without giving you a shoutout too! I love reading every comment you leave on my works, and it makes my day so much brighter!! Thank you for reading everything and taking the time to leave the comments that you do!!

#answered #positivity night

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heroes-of-olympus-next-gen · 10 months

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Little League

Little league

Percy wasn’t a big fan of early mornings. Especially on Saturdays when he wanted to do nothing all day. But having kids changes a lot of things in your life. Including your routine and your much needed sleep on weekends.

That was the reason behind him braiding his daughter’s hair at 7 am. “Come on, daddy. We’ll be late.” Zoe complained.

“We have an hour ahead of us. You have nothing to worry about.”

“But we have a game today.”

“They won’t start without you.” He smiled as he liked that his daughter was old enough to be passionate about her hobbies. “You’re ready.”

Zoe stared herself at the mirror. “Thank you, daddy.”

“I’ll go make pancakes.” Percy said as he took Zoe’s bag with him downstairs.

Charlie was in the living room, watching television and drinking a smoothie. “Hey, bub. What do you want on your pancakes?”

Charlie turned to face him. “Chocolate chips and maple syrup.”

“Coming right up.” Percy let down Zoe’s bag and took the batter he had already prepared and started making pancakes. Did they have enough time? No. Would they make it on time? To be announced. 5 minutes later everyone was eating pancakes and they managed to get out of the house on time.

Percy was sitting in the stands wishing he had brought an extra coffee with him. Annabeth was rocking Lana who was sleeping in her stroller, away from the other parents. Charlie and Theo were sitting on the grass close to her, looking very bored. Percy tried to focus on the game, but the lack of caffeine was making it impossible for him. Magically, a coffee appeared next to him. Well, Nico gave him the coffee as he sat next to him. “I love you.”

“I am not your wife, Percy.” Nico said as he drank some of his coffee.

“You would love that, wouldn’t you.” Percy joked.

“Fuck off.”

“There are little kids here.” Percy gasped. He knew that Nico was still bad at censoring himself even after 3 kids, something that Percy liked to take advantage of.

“And all of them are asleep.” Nico ran his hand through his hair and put on his aviators.

“Thanks for the coffee.”

“We should convince the coach to move everything an hour later. I can’t function this early.”

“I totally agree. It’s enough that I have to wake up early on weekdays, I am not doing it on weekends as well.” Percy complained. “And we have Charlie’s games on Sundays.”

“Still interested in hockey?”

“Crazy about it. Although, Annabeth is making him a Bruins fan which I am not a big fan of. Like there are excellent teams in New York. Like the Rangers.”

“I prefer the Devils.” Nico added. “Or the Islanders.”

“Not you as well. I need someone to agree with me. Will! Come here.” Percy said to Will who was a few steps bellow them. He climbed up and sat next to his husband. Soon Rachel came as well holding Jasmine. “Rach? What are you doing here?”

“Bianca wanted me to come, so here I am.”

“What’s the best NHL team?”

“Penguins or Bruins.” Will stated.

“What did I expect from a Harvard graduate? Rach?”

“Rangers.” Rachel replied like it was the only right answer. Which was in Percy’s mind.

“Thank you. One sane person around here.” Percy exclaimed.

The next 6 minutes were relatively quiet until a girl from the other team pushed a girl from their team. “Penalty! That’s unacceptable.” Will shouted making Nico sink lower in his seat.

Will was way too passionate in Percy’s opinions. Especially if you considered that they were watching 6-year-old girls play soccer. But it was fun to watch him. And even more amusing watching Nico telling him to be quieter. “Will, for God’s sake. It’s Little League, not NFL.”

“Technically, this is soccer not football.” Will snickered.

“Only in America.” Nico noted.

“The player should be disqualified.” He argued. Percy wished he had popcorn with him.

“The player is a 4-year-old.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s illegal behaviour.”

“Like I haven’t seen the moves you were teaching Bianca.” Nico accused him. Rachel pulled a packet cookies from her bag and gave some to Percy as they were both interested to where their bickering would end up.

“That’s different.”

“How is that different?”

“It’s self-defence.”

“She isn’t allowed to touch the other players.” Nico said.

“How about both of you calm down?” Rachel proposed to her friends. Jasmine grasped their attention as she started pointing towards Bianca. “Yes, Jas. That’s Bee. Wave at your sis.” Rachel told to the stinky cute baby sitting on her. Jasmine started waving until she grabbed Bianca’s attention who waved back at her. Percy remembered his own baby and decided to go check on Annabeth.

He got off the stands and went to the grass area. “She’s still asleep?” He asked as he put his chin on Annabeth’s shoulder.

“Yes, she doesn’t do well with early mornings.”

“Go watch the game. I’ll watch her and the boys.” Percy kissed her cheek as he let her go.

“You’re the best.”

“I’ve been told before.” Percy smirked.

“By who?”

“My wife.”

Annabeth winked as she started walking away. “Your wife sounds like a keeper.”

“Oh she is. I am never letting her go.” Percy promised.

He turned his attention to the three boys sitting on the lawn, a few feet away from him. Theo was listening carefully while Ryder was talking enthusiastically about something that Percy couldn’t understand. Theo looked actually interested with what Ryder was saying which seemed a bit unusual as Theo dismissed 99% of the people that talked to him. I guess he liked that Ryder wasn’t pressing him to talk him like most kids their age did.

Then, Percy turned his attention to Charlie who was sprawled on the lawn playing on Annabeth’s iPad. “Bub? You’re good?”

“I am bored.” Charlie said as he closed the iPad. “Why should I come every week?”

“To support your sister. She comes to your games.” Percy said.

“If she doesn’t want to come, I won’t mind. Like they are obviously the better team. And they don’t even keep score.” Charlie argued.

“If they don’t keep score then how do you know that they are better?” He questioned his son who looked at him with the most ‘seriously now?’ Annabeth Chase expression in existence.

“I just know. And they aren’t even allowed to touch the other players. Where is the fun to that?”

“Not everyone likes Hockey, bub.”

“And they are wrong.”

“Don’t you like that we eat out after the game?”

“I guess the food is fine.” Charlie thought to himself. “And when I play for the Bruins I will want Zoe to come and see me play.”

Percy had heard Charlie say that he wanted to play hockey when he was older. He knew that it was one of the most common answers a kid gave to these questions, but Percy liked his enthusiasm about the sport. Bobby was fuelling to his son’s ambitions as he kept mentioning over and over again that his kid was NHL material. To which Annabeth reminded him that he was 6.

“Bruins? Not the Rangers?”

“No, the Bruins. They’re a better team, dad.”

“You’re killing your old man. I hope you know it.” Percy joked.

“You aren’t that old.” Charlie replied. “And if they give me a million dollars I’ll play for the Rangers.”

“I’ll give you a million to play for the Rangers.”

“Deal. But I am not supporting them. I’m just going to play for them.”

“Enough for me, bub.” Then he turned his attention to Lana who was finally awake. When she realised she was noticed she immediately started reaching for him. Percy took her out of the stroller and on him. “Look at Zoe. How well she is playing.” He said to the little girl who was scanning her surroundings.

“Can I hold her?” Charlie asked as he put the iPad in Lana’s diaper bag.

“Yes, but you have to be careful.”

“No running or jumping.” He stated as Percy lowered Lana to his son’s arms. Lana squealed in delight as she realised Charlie was holding her. She loved her older brother, which reminded Percy to snap another picture of his kids.

“Dad, no more pictures.” Charlie replied annoyedly. “You have a gazillion pictures of us.”

“And I want a gazillion and one pictures of you. When you’re older you’re going to be glad that I was taking pictures of you.”

“They’re done.” Charlie said as he saw Annabeth and Zoe walking towards them.

“Excellent game, Zo.” Percy said as Zoe ran up to him. “You’re a talent. Show stopping.”

“Thanks, daddy.” Zoe smiled. “Can we go eat now? I’m hungry.”

“Absolutely.” Percy said as he motioned Theo and Ryder to come with them. A few moments later, Will, Nico, Rachel, Bianca and Jasmine came as well. “Are we ready to go?”

“Definitely.”

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