#i was also 18 months old the first time i fired a gun

[satan-incarnate-666]

poll time!!

please reblog with your answer and country!!

i, for example, have fired a gun, and am from canada.

enjoy!!

edit to say: air rifles, bb guns, paintball markers, etc, DO NOT COUNT. only REAL firearms (as in gunpowder powered) count.

#poll #polls #poll time #caw caw caw #i was also 18 months old the first time i fired a gun #pros of living in rural northern ontario ig #now I'm a competitive sharpshooter #my girl is a .22 reuger bolt action rifle #i love her <3

[matan4il]

Update post:

First, on a personal note, I started my day by calling my family that lives outside of Jerusalem to tell them I'm alive. Two terrorists, residents of an Arab neighborhood of Jerusalem (i.e, not Palestinians, who would have to go through a checkpoint, giving soldiers the opportunity to stop them), started shooting people standing at the bus station at the entrance to the city, using a gun and an assault rifle. Three people were killed, one of them a young woman, 24 years old, one is a 73 years old rabbi, and the last is a 67 years old woman. At least 9 more people were injured, 3 of them are still in serious condition. The two terrorists were neutralized at the scene thanks to three people who fired back, one of them was a soldier who was on a 12 hour leave from Gaza, he was at the bus station on his way back to his unit. The terrorists were brothers, affiliated with Hamas, and both had been jailed for terrorist activity in the past. Some of the convicted terrorists who had been released in the past few days, to free innocent Israeli civilians, are residents of the same Jerusalem neighborhood.

Then there was a second terrorist attack today in the Jordan Valley, in this case the terrorist tried driving his vehicle into a crowd, he was neutralized, a few people are injured lightly.

This is Kfir Bibas.

He's the baby who was 9 months old when he was kidnapped together with his 4 years old brother Ariel, his mom Shiri and his dad Yarden. Hamas first said that the Bibas family was handed over by them to another terrorist organization to hold them. Yesterday, Hamas said the Bibas family had been killed by Israeli fire in Gaza. Hamas had previously said that 19 years old Noa Marziano was killed by Israeli fire, it later turned out that she was murdered by a Hamas terrorist in the basement of the Shifa hospital in Gaza. Hamas also said Chana Katzir was killed by Israeli fire. She was released alive. We're all hoping that Hamas is lying about the Bibas family, and that we will see little Kfir and Ariel again, that this is just another part of Hamas' psychological warfare (i.e, psychological torture).

This is 17 years old Aisha al-Ziadna.

You can tell from her hijab, that there is no way Hamas didn't know they were kidnapping a Muslim teenager when they took her, her dad, and her two brothers captive. We know that on the list of hostages to be released today, there are 2 kids. It was just confirmed that it's Aisha and her 18 years old brother Bilal. I'm so glad for Aisha and her family! I'll also admit that as a woman, I've been more worried this whole time for all the girls and women held captive by rapists. I've heard an Israeli Bedouin saying he believed Hamas was keeping her to be released among the last of the hostage kids, to drive a greater wedge between Israel and its Bedouin population. If Aisha and Bilal will finally be freed today, that would mean 38 of the 40 kidnapped kids and teenagers have been released, and the only two remaining in Gaza are Kfir and Ariel Bibas.

We've been hearing more and more about the conditions of captivity the hostages were held under. I'll emphasize that they were kept separately, so what's true for one, is not necesarily true for all, but the overall picture is grim.

Most hostages were kept underground, without fresh air and sunlight. They slept on benches or on plastic chairs. They were not given the medications they need, or they were given unsufficient doses of them. At least one hostage was released in critical state because of this, 84 years old Elma Avraham. One of the doctors fighting to save her life said that had she been released even just one day later, it would have been impossible to save her. She could have been released on the first day of the deal. She was released on the third. For the most part, hostages were not allowed to shower, they were only given new clothes once, on the day of release, and they had no privacy when using the toilettes (again, think about what this meant for girls and women), when asking to use the toilettes, they were sometimes forced to wait for hours for that. At least one kid (12 years old Eitan Yahalomi) told his family he was forced to watch the horror movies Hamas filmed on Oct 7 under gun threat. I'm terrified for what this must have done to him psychologically. All of the kids are having trouble speaking normally, they were threatened with violence if they do anything more than whisper. The Thai captives who were released said they were abused as well, but that the Jewish hostages they were held with, were treated worse (one Thai man mentioned Hamas beat the Jewish captives with electric cables). All of the hostages were malnourished, some of the adult hostages lost up to 15 kilograms (roughly 33 pounds) over 7 weeks, which doctors said amounts to being starved.

(this is Elma Avraham when checked by the Red Cross during her release. I can't not mention that the Red Cross was supposed to give Israel a heads up if any hostage was in a life threatening condition, which Elma was, but the Red Cross didn't say anything, so it was only after a second check by Israel that Elma's critical condition was diagnosed, and she was rushed to the hospital by helicopter)

(speaking of the Thai nationals who were released by Hamas, they were also taken to an Israeli hospital to be treated there until they can go home. Something that really moved me is that the hospital bought a Buddha statue so that these people could pray, even before they're well enough to be discharged)

One Israeli hostage, Roni Crivoi, managed to take advantage of Israeli fire in Gaza, escape his Hamas captors, and he tried to make his way back. Unfortunately for him, he was captured by Gazan civilians, and handed over back to Hamas. Gazan civilians are also some of the people holding Israeli hostages. One kid hostage recounted that he was locked in the attic of an UNRWA teacher (just a reminder, this is a UN employee), who barely give him food, and didn't provide him with his medication. Another was held captive by a Gazan doctor, a man who provided medical care for Palestinian kids, but betrayed his hypocratic oath when it came to an Israeli kid. And it's been Gaza civilians showing up every night, screaming, banging on the jeeps in which the Israeli hostages were being driven to their release, or even throwing rocks at those vehicles. In fact, as hostages were not told they were being freed, many of them said the violence of the crowds made them think they were being taken to be lynched.

Hamas has been violating the hostage deal repeatedly. There's the rockets fired into Israel 15 minutes after the fighting was supposed to stop, there's the promised Red Cross visits to the hostages not freed, which have not yet happened, there's the separation of kids from their mothers (such as Hilla Rotem... Hamas claimed they couldn't release her mother with Hilla, because they didn't know where the mom is. Hilla indicated this was a lie, as she was held together with her mom up until a day before her release. Or another example is Maya Regev, who was freed without er brother Itay, even though he was 18 years old and they were supposed to be released together), there's the Hamas terrorists who fired and threw explosives at IDF soldiers while the fighting is supposed to be on break (starting on day 5 of the deal, we're now on day 7), there was an attempt to offer kidnapped bodies (Israel was able to confirm that three hostages, were actually killed on Oct 7, and Hamas is holding their bodies captive) instead of living people to be released today (which Hamas tried to claim they had to do since they had no more women and kids to release today... when Israel insisted that wasn't true, and if Hamas doesn't rectify the list, the fighting will resume this morning at 7, suddenly Hamas was able to add 3 more women to the list of released hostages for today)...

On a personal note, one of my two kidnapped colleagues was released yesterday, Liat Atzili, and she's been reunited with her kids, but her husband is still in captivity. We've heard through the released hostages that my other colleague is still alive. That's a bit of a relief, since we didn't even know if there was hope for that, given the fact that he had undergone a surgery not that long ago, and is till need of medical care. This is Liat:

This was a perfect reaction to an American projecting American social concepts onto Israel, where the whole history of the conflict is completely different:

"Israelis get to be white"

Just a reminder that while Jews come in a variety of skin colors, as the above vid nicely points out, no Jew is a part of the social construct of "being white."

This is Liora Argamani, a Chinese woman, who fell in love with and married an Israeli man. Together they had one daughter, Noa. She was kidnapped to Gaza. Liora is dying from cancer. This is the message that she wanted to share:

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #israelunderattack #terrorism #anti terrorism #antisemitism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish #ask #anon ask

[skz317cb97]

Me and You Make Two

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 6.5K

Synopsis: The third and final part of Not Like Me. (That's all you get I don't want to ruin anything.)

A/N: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Here it is, I'll be posting and running away now... byeeee! Warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI, Strong language/swearing, dry humping, oral sex (m&f receiving), deep throating/ throat fucking, unprotected piv sex (please use condoms), cream pie/ cum shot, graphic violence, gun violence, character death, I think that's everything but if I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings asap!

It had been a month since the incident with Mr. Tate. You still cringed thinking about what could have happened if Chris had not shown up, your mind always going to worst case scenarios. It got to where you started having nightmares about that day every now and then. You had also been seeing Chris more and, in that time, the two of you had grown closer but you hadn’t given your thing, whatever it was, a title. Still even with as close as you’d grown you didn’t tell him about the nightmares. They never happened when he slept over, you weren’t sure why. You were sleeping over at each other’s places more often than not, so you didn’t see the point in worrying him over it. They were just some bad dreams. You could handle it. 

Going to work was no longer dreaded and you were glad you got to enjoy your work again. You had always loved your job. One month after Mr. Tate was fired, Mr. Nealy called you into his office. At first you were terrified you were going to get fired although you weren’t sure for what exactly. That ended up not being the case anyway. Mr. Nealy wanted to promote you to Mr. Tate’s old position. You were shocked but gratefully accepted the position that included a private office and a considerable pay raise. 

Chris was so proud of you when you told him. He came over that night with some celebratory beers and cheeseburgers. Of course, after you ate and had a couple of beers you fucked each other's brains out and fell asleep tangled together, Chris clinging tightly to you like he always did. 

The next morning when you got up you found a little note Chris had left saying he had to get to work early but to text him later. You smiled at his name signed with xoxo. You showered and got ready for your first day in your new position. Mr. Nealy showed you to your office when you got to work and gave you the rundown of some of the duties you’d oversee. Suddenly it sounded like someone let off fireworks in the office, then screaming. Mr. Nealy peeked out the door, there were people running everywhere and more fireworks. He needed to get a handle on the situation. He turned to you. 

“It’s Mr. Tate, get under that desk young lady and don’t come out until I tell you to.” Your heart was racing, you were so scared. You crawled under the desk like Mr. Nealy told you to and you heard him open the door. The fireworks, which you now knew was actually gun fire, sounded closer. He pulled the door closed behind him and approached the disgruntled man wielding a gun and bag of ammo. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and dialed Chris’ number. He answered quickly. 

“Heyyy baby girl!” Your choked sob changed his demeanor immediately.  

“What’s wrong.” More gunshots went off as Mr. Tate, your old boss, shot Mr. Nealy. 

“Was that a gun?!” Chris sounded frantic. 

“What’s going on baby girl talk to me! Was that a gun? Are you safe?” You quietly choked back your tears and whispered into the phone. 

“In my office. Mr. Tate, is shooting everyone. I’m so scared Chris.” You cried quietly under your desk as the gunfire got closer and closer. Finally, you heard your office door get kicked open and you held back a squeak.  

“I know you’re in here gorgeous can smell that perfume of yours.” Chris could hear him, he whispered into the phone as he started to make his way towards your office building, he was only a couple blocks away. 

“Stay put baby girl I’m on my way. I’m gonna get you, okay? Stay there.” You shuddered and held your breath when you saw Mr. Tate’s shoes on the other side of your desk. 

“Hiding under the desk huh? Should I tell you about all the times I fanaticized having you under there.” You thought you would be sick. Chris was still listening in. ‘That mother fucker’ he thought to himself as he sprinted down the sidewalk dodging people. Mr. Tate made his way around the desk and pulled the chair out. When he saw you, he pointed the gun under the desk. You were suddenly looking down the barrel and you closed your eyes.  

“Come out from there pretty thing.” You crawled out from under the desk but left your phone underneath with Chris still on the line. 

“Baby girl? Baby? Y/N!?” Chris was almost to your building just a little further, he had to get there. 

“There she is. I see you dressed up today, trying to make a good first impression as the boss?” You quietly shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes.  

“Oh, so you dressed up for me then?” You shook your head no and took a step back. When you did, he pointed the gun at you, and you started to cry more. 

“Please, please Mr. Tate, please don’t hurt me.” Chris had sweat and tears running down his face as he heard you pleading with the deranged man.  

“Hold on baby girl hold on!” Mr. Tate took a step towards you. 

“On your knees.” You sobbed. 

“Pleas-” He yelled. 

“KNEES NOW!” You cried and knelt like he ordered you to. Chris was running up to your building that was surrounded by police. They stopped him. 

“You don’t understand I’m on the phone with my girl, she’s up there, she’s in danger someone has to help!” Chris spoke into the phone hoping you could hear him. 

“Help is on the way baby girl help is coming just hold on!” Mr. Tate aimed the gun at your head, you closed your eyes and tears streaked down your face. 

“I love you, Christopher.” A gunshot, then another, then silence. Chris screamed in agony, listening over the phone as you were executed.  

You were startled awake, the line between reality and your dream still a bit blurred. You quickly sat up gasping for air, trembling. Chris woke up as soon as you jumped in your sleep. Tears were welling up in your eyes. 

“What? What’s wrong!?” He pushed your hair away from your face and cupped each cheek in a hand. You shook your head. 

“I... I... thought, fuck it was so real!” You started crying. He hugged you close, stroking your hair. It startled Chris, he’d never seen you cry before. 

“Was it a nightmare? What happened?” You closed your eyes and shook your head hoping the images would disappear. 

“I don’t want to talk about it, just... not right now, please? Tomorrow.” Chris nodded and laid back with you in his arms. As you started to drift back off to sleep you mumbled. 

“So real. It was so real.” He held you closer, a little tighter, and kissed the top of your head. 

“You’re okay now beautiful. I won’t let anything happen to you.” When you woke up the next morning you were relived to find Chris still in bed with you although he had you in a bear hug from behind having worried about you until he too fell back asleep. When you moved his grip tightened around you and a groggy voice spoke up. 

“Mmmnoo, staaay.” You tried to pry yourself from Chris’ grip unsuccessfully. 

“I can’t it’s my first day as the supervisor, I have to set the example and be on time.” You turned in his arms facing him. His eyes weren’t even open yet and he was pouting, you shook your head at him and kissed his full lips. He tried to pull you in to deepen the kiss but you had to stop him. 

“I’ll miss the bus and be late if I don’t get in the shower now.” Chris loosened his grip allowing you to get up as he stretched and finally opened his eyes. 

“I’ll take you.” You smiled; he was always so willing to do things for you like that. 

“You get some rest, I can just take the bus like I normally do Chris it’s no big deal.” He flopped back on your bed shaking his head. 

“Nope, there’s no way I’m letting you ride the bus your first day as the boss. Go on take your shower and I’ll take you.” You ran over knelt on the bed and kissed Chris’ lips one more time before dashing off to take your shower. While you were in there letting the hot water cascade down you, you couldn’t help but remember your terrible nightmare from the night before. The sound of gunfire and screams, the image of looking at a gun pointed at you. You’d had some bad ones but that was the worst by far.

There was one other part of your dream you kept revisiting. You had told Chris you loved him. You were about to die and your last words to Chris were ‘I love you’. Did you? Did you love Chris? Love is a big word and you weren’t even his girlfriend. He hadn’t brought up the nightmare, so you debated telling him about it. You decided that if he asked, you’d tell him about the dreams but if he didn’t then you were just going to drop it. It had only happened once, probably nerves for your first day in your new position at work. That had to be it.  

You got out of the shower, dried off, and went to your room to finish getting ready for work. Chris was up starting tea for the two of you while you got dressed. Not long after he came in with a hot cup and set it down on the vanity you were sitting at. 

“Oolong with a little clover honey, thought you might want something sweet in case you had any nerves about your first day.” You picked up the hot mug and blew on it before taking a sip. It was a perfect start to your day, the floral notes of the tea and the clover honey played well together. 

“Mmm thanks Chris it’s perfect.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. His plump bottom lip fit so perfectly between yours. He stood up, smoothed some of your fly away hairs, then cupped your face and ran his thumb along your cheek as he looked at you. 

“You nervous?” You were but only because of your dream, the job wasn’t much different than before other than you’d be assigning work and cross-checking others, so you knew you’d be able to handle it easily, but that damned nightmare kept replaying in your head and those last three words. I love you. 

“y/n?” You had been in your head, you hadn’t answered Chris’ question. Your head popped up and you hummed. 

“Nervous? It’s okay to be.” You shook your head and took another sip of your tea before standing. You were about to walk off and finish getting ready but Chris caught your arm and gently pulled you to face him. 

“Hey baby girl, it’s me okay? You can tell me anything.” You nodded in understanding. 

“I know, it’s okay. I’m not nervous.” He looked at you a moment not entirely convinced but if you said you were okay then he had to take you at your word. He let go and let you get the rest of your things.  

When Chris pulled up to your office building to drop you off he put the car in park and you leaned over the console and kissed him. You held his face and turned your head; you kissed him like it might be your last time. He smiled after as he sat back in his seat. 

“What was that for?” You shrugged. 

“No reason. Thanks for bringing me to work.” You went to pull the handle of the car but before you could Chris was pulling you back for another heated kiss, lips and tongue, dancing, teasing. When he pulled back again you were breathless, eyes closed chewing your bottom lip. 

“What was that for?” You mimicked his previous question to you. He gave you that slick smile of his and leaned in close so he could whisper in your ear. 

“Because you’re fucking sexy.” He placed a wet kiss on your neck and you shivered. He pulled back smiling innocently, like he wasn’t pure sex seconds before. 

“Have a good first day boss lady.” You shook your head smiling at him as you got out of the car. 

“Bye Christopher.” You laughed. 

“Bye baby girl.” When you got up to your office Mr. Nealy was waiting to show you some of your responsibilities in your new role. It didn’t take long, and he was confident in your ability to navigate the job which is why he picked you in the first place. He was right of course the whole first half of the day ran like a well-oiled machine. You assigned reports for people to verify and then you cross checked their work. It was great. Everything was moving smoothly and then it was lunch. You decided to go out for lunch, the taco truck up the street was screaming your name. On your way there you called Chris. 

“Hey beautiful! How’s being boss going?” You laughed. 

“It’s going great, it’s been a really great day. Some of my people have found discrepancies and everything I’ve gone over has been perfect.” You were beaming, you were so happy, the nightmare you’d had the night before miles away from your thoughts at that point. 

“That’s great baby girl, I’m so proud of you.” You were glad he wasn’t there because you blushed when he said that. You weren’t sure why, he complimented you all the time, there was just something about saying that it felt very intimate. You still weren’t sure what you were to Chris or what he was supposed to be to you, but you knew he still had the ability to make butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

“Thanks Chris. I’m gonna grab some lunch I’ll talk to you later.” He said bye and you hung up with Chris just as it was your turn to order. You got two of your favorite and ate them on your walk back to the office. When you were walking into the building lobby you almost froze in your tracks. Sitting in the waiting area of the guest desk, was Mr. Tate and he didn’t look happy. You quickly ducked your head down and hurried to the elevators before he could see you.  

When the doors closed you let out the breath you’d been holding. It was just a coincidence he probably wasn’t even there to be seen at your company. There were multiple other businesses that used this professional building, he could be waiting for an interview with any of those places. It was just a random happenstance. You hurried to your office when you got up to your floor and tried to busy yourself to keep your mind off of the man waiting downstairs.  

About thirty minutes later you were just starting to calm down when you heard what sounded like raised voices. You stuck your head out of your office and everyone else was looking in the direction of one of the team meeting rooms, where the shouting was coming from. You listened and even though the voices were muffled through the door you recognized Mr. Tate’s voice as he continued to shout at Mr. Nealy. You couldn’t make out their conversation, but it was obvious Mr. Tate was upset. You went back into your office and shut the door. Your heart was racing. Why was he here? Why was he yelling? You remembered your nightmare and started to panic. You quickly took out your phone and called Chris. He answered on the second ring. 

“Hey beautiful I’m jus-” You took a shaky breath in and out trying to compose yourself before your words came out like vomit. 

“Chris, can you come get me?” You interrupted him and he could tell something was off. 

“What’s wrong are you okay?” You could still hear Mr. Tate shouting.  

“I’m scared Chris, please?” He didn’t need to hear another thing; he was already excusing himself from the bid meeting he’d stepped away from to take your call. 

“I’m on my way baby girl, okay? What’s going on? Tell me what’s happening.” You heard Mr. Tate’s voice get louder; the meeting room door had obviously been opened. You walked over by your desk. 

“Mr. Tate. He’s here shouting at Mr. Nealy.” You scrunched down under your desk just like in your nightmare, you were shaking. You could hear Chris’ car door open and shut and his engine start immediately after. 

“I’m so close baby I’m practically there, okay? Can you hear what they’re saying?” You started to quietly cry to yourself as you heard Mr. Tate’s voice getting closer and closer to your office. You sniffled and Chris sped. 

“N-no but the voices are getting closer.” Chris whipped into a parking spot, parked his car and started dashing up the stairs to your floor. Your door was opened and pushed hard enough to hit the wall. You jumped and let out a whine. 

“I’m- a----- th--- b-by—rl" Chris’s phone started to cut in and out because of the stairwell. You tried to be as quiet as possible. You covered your ears and buried your face in your knees blocking everything out. 

“There see she’s not even in here, just let me grab the damn thing and go before she comes back. You know I’d apologize to the girl if you gave me half a chance. I told you I’m in recovery now, making amends is part of it you realize.” Mr. Nealy looked into your office confused. He could have sworn he’d seen you come back from your lunch already. 

“I am glad that you’ve sought help Mr. Tate but you’ve done enough to that poor girl, just leave her be and make amends with yourself instead. Grab your heirloom and be on your way quickly.” Mr. Nealy was pulled away a moment by another employee as Mr. Tate walked around the desk and pulled out the chair to get what he needed out of the middle drawer. The silver cigar cutter he’d left that had been his father’s. As he closed the drawer he happened to look down and saw your feet poking out from under the desk. He knelt down and sure enough there you were, practically cowering under the desk. 

“Ms. y/l/n? What on earth are you...” He couldn’t finish his sentence before Chris was running into your office. 

“Back the fuck away from her!” Mr. Tate’s eyes went wide, and he backed away with his hands up as Mr. Nealy came back to make sure he had retrieved his item and was leaving. He was surprised to see Chris there. 

“Mr. Bang? What brings you to our offices today?” Mr. Nealy greeted Chris calmly and he was confused. 

“y/n she...” Instead of answering Mr. Nealy he went and knelt down where Mr. Tate had just been. He looked under your desk and saw you were scrunched up with your eyes closed tight and your hands over your ears. Chris called your name but you didn’t hear him, when he grabbed your wrist you jumped. As soon as you saw it was him you threw your arms around his neck, he pulled you out from under the desk onto his lap and you quietly cried. Mr. Nealy pressed his lips together tightly. 

“Mr. Tate if you have your belongings, it would be best if you left now.” He shook his head. He left and he left with the knowledge that he’d been so awful to you; you were now scared of him. Chris rocked you in his lap, running his hand through your hair, his lips pressed to the top of your head telling you everything was okay, that you were okay. 

“I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” Mr. Nealy made his way around the desk and looked down at the two of you on the floor. 

“I’m terribly sorry about that. He had been calling asking about something he’d left; I didn’t think he would just show up like that.” Chris nodded; he knew it wasn’t his fault. Neither of them could have known you would react like that. 

“No, I understand, if it’s okay I’d like to get her home so she can get some rest.” Mr. Nealy nodded.  

“Yes of course.” He excused himself and Chris managed to get you calmed down enough to stand up and get to his car. Fear, just like every other emotion, in its rawest form was draining. You had to fight to keep your eyes open in the car, eventually losing the battle. Chris pulled up to his place and gently woke you. 

“Common let's get you into bed.” You nodded. Chris got out and hurried around to your side helping you out. When Chris’ apartment door clicked closed your arms were wrapped around him and your face buried in his chest. He squeezed you and rested his cheek on top of your head. 

“You wanna talk about it first? Or sleep first?” You nuzzled against him.  

“Sleep please?” He nodded. 

“Okay but after we talk yeah?” It was your turn to nod. 

“Will you lay with me?” How could he possibly say no. 

“Of course I will baby girl.” You both headed towards Chris’s bedroom. You sat on the edge of his bed as he fished through his t-shirt drawer, finally plucking one out for you to sleep in. You stepped out of your work clothes and kicked them aside on the floor.

You were standing there in your bra and panties sliding his shirt over your head and Chris could feel his heart flutter. You were so beautiful and his feelings for you were overwhelming at times but in the best ways. You crawled into his bed and when he climbed in you curled up close to him. Once Chris’ arms were around you, you were out in no time flat. 

It was late afternoon when Chris finally woke you up. He didn’t want you to skip dinner. You got up and he gave you a pair of his sweats to put on while he started to cook. You walked out of his room into the kitchen, and he laughed a little seeing you in his baggy clothes that all but swallowed you. He kissed your forehead as you walked up and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“You’re kinda cute in my clothes.” You shook your head and rested it against Chris’ chest listening to his steady heartbeat. 

“Food smells good.” You turned your head and peeked at what was on the stove. Spaghetti. Chris let go of you with one arm to grab a big spoon and stir the sauce. He brought it up to his lips and blew on it and tasted it. He stirred the sauce again, getting another spoon full and blowing on it before offering you a taste for your opinion. 

“Need anything?” You shook your head and hummed in satisfaction. 

“That’s so good Chris, is it almost done?” He nodded. 

“Yep go ahead and sit at the table I’ll bring it out in just a second.” Moments later Chris brought you both a bowl out to the table and he sat with you to eat. When you were done Chris cleared the table and you curled up on his couch under a throw blanket. He came out to join you and he was glad to see you more relaxed, more yourself again. He sat down on the couch and you curled up next to him. You both sat there enjoying each other and the silence for a bit before you said anything. 

“I’m sorry Chris.” His brows furrowed. 

“For what baby girl?” You sat up, turned, and looked at him. 

“For making you worry, for making you leave your meeting, for freaking out for no reason.” He shook his head. 

“It wasn’t for no reason. You heard shouting, you were scared.” You shook your head. 

“I was scared because of that stupid nightmare; it wasn’t even real. I... I shouldn't have called you like that.” You went to pull away, but Chris stopped you and made you look at him. 

“Why not? Why wouldn’t you call me if you’re scared or in danger?” You weren’t sure how to say what you wanted. 

“Because you lost out on money leaving your meeting today and I... I’m just some girl who takes up space in your life. I’m not your responsibility and I shouldn’t put things like that on you.” Chris shook his head. 

“You are so much more than just someone that takes up space in my life and no meeting is more important than knowing you’re alright, that you’re safe.” You looked into his deep brown eyes. 

“Why?” Chris shook his head not understanding your question. 

“Why, is that the most important?” His face softened, he pushed a stray bit of your hair away and kissed you softly. 

“Because y/n, I think I’ve fallen in love with you.” You looked surprised that he said that and he had thought it was obvious. 

“What?!” His hand rested gently against your cheek. 

“I’m in love with you y/n.” He pulled you in and kissed you. 

“I love you baby girl.” He kissed you again. 

“I love you so fucking much y/n.” He attacked your lips this time, his mouth opening and his tongue exploring yours, his fingers weaved through your hair. You pulled away suddenly and Chris thought he may have scared you by saying the L word already. 

“What, what is it?” He asked concerned. You just shook your head in disbelief. Who were you? What had you done to make him love you? You weren’t special. Why did you deserve this incredibly kind and beautiful human’s love. You were just... you. 

“W-why?” He tilted his head like a confused puppy. 

“That seems to be your favorite question tonight beautiful. You want to know why I love you?” You nodded your head. Chris’ thumb traced across your cheek and he looked into your eyes as if he’d find his answer to your question if he just looked deep enough. 

“I love you because I know you slip the homeless man in front of your office building a twenty any chance you get, you don’t ask him if he will use it on drugs or food. You just give it to him because he needs it. I love you because you personally wrote thank you cards to every single one of your coworkers when they pitched in and threw a birthday party for you. I love you because you love that shitty pizza place up the street from your apartment and I firmly believe the only reason they’re still open is because of your obsession with their tikka masala pizza. Baby girl I love you because you’re not afraid to just be yourself. You’re confident, kind, and beautiful; what’s there not to fall in love with?” Tears rimmed your eyes. Yeah, you were just you but apparently that’s all Chris needed to fall in love with you. 

“You don’t have to say it back, I just-” 

“I do love you Christopher.” You interrupted him and he smiled at you, one of his dimples popping out. 

“You do?” You nodded. He was elated. He leaned in and kissed you. His plump lips and yours slotted together. When he broke the kiss he giggled and rubbed his nose gently against yours. 

“Does this mean you’re my girl now.” You smiled, you really liked hearing him call you that. You shook your head. 

“I think I’ve been your girl since the day we met.” He laughed, nodding his head in agreement.  

“That night is forever burned into my brain.” He confessed and you smirked at him. That night was an awakening for you. Just thinking back to it made you wet. You gently pushed against Chris’ chest, making him sit back on the couch as you climbed on his lap. His hands immediately finding purchase on your hips. Your hands cupped his face and you kissed him. Chris’ tongue and yours fought for dominance that neither could win. You made out and dry humped each other like it was the first time you’d ever touched each other. Your hips rolled and rubbed harder against Chris every time, driving him crazier and crazier. Chris grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger making you look him dead in the eyes. 

“Cum for me baby girl, baby, gah-fuck.” You moaned; your orgasm was creeping up on you quicker. The grip on your chin tightened bringing your eyes back to his. 

“Cum.” You threw yourself forward, wrapping your arms around Chris grinding against is painfully hard cock, riding out the waves of electricity that were making their way through your body while you moaned and gasped against his neck. 

“Chris... C-Chris... s-so,so good, feels s-so good.” Your words were breathy. As you came back down Chris grabbed the hem of the shirt you were wearing and pulled it up over your head, you lifted your arms assisting in its removal. You sat there glowing post orgasm, in the same bra that Chris had seen earlier. His fingers traced your bra cup before pulling it down and sucking on your nipple. He licked and gently sucked on it until it was perked then he pulled down the other cup freeing that breast as well. Pinching and rubbing that nipple before squeezing your breasts. 

“So sexy baby girl.” Your face burned the way he stared at your body, before you could get too embarrassed Chris gripped one of your ass cheeks in each hand, stood and lifted you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck laughing as he headed for his bedroom. 

“I’m perfectly capable of walking myself you know.” Chris’ teeth grazed your shoulder then his lips were pressed to your ear. 

“You won’t be by the time I’m done with you.” You clenched and your legs tightened around Chris’ waist. 

“Fuck, Chris... I... I want you.” You tried to pull him closer as if you could, gripping him tightly as you kissed him again. You never got enough of kissing his soft lips. 

“I’m yours baby girl, I’m yours.” He laid you down on his bed and peeled off his own shirt before climbing over your and claiming your lips again, his hands roaming your body. 

“God please touch me Chris.” He smirked against your skin and reached into the sweatpants you were wearing ghosting his fingers over your panties. 

“Where beautiful? Here?” Your hips moved seeking more of his touch. 

“Pleeease yes right there.” His fingers gently moved over your clothed slit making goosebumps erupt all over your body but still not giving you any of the satisfaction you wanted. He nipped and kissed at your neck as you squirmed underneath him. 

“Is my girl needy tonight? Do you want my fingers or my tongue beautiful.” His fingers grazed your panties again and you moaned. 

“Both...” He hummed, satisfied with your answer. 

“So greedy tonight too? That’s okay, if my girl wants both then my girl gets both.” Chris’ hands trailed down your body and his fingers hooked in the waistband of your sweatpants and underwear, pulling them down and off, tossing the useless items aside. He lined up with your cunt and gripped your hips, ready to devour you like a man on death row getting his last meal. The first swipe of his tongue through your folds was warm and wet and you wanted more. Your fingers tightened around Chris’ curls as you moaned his name. 

“Chris! Don't tease!” He wanted to drag it out make you beg but he was so eager to taste you, to make you scream his name. He buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your clit. He stuck his fingers in his mouth wetting them before sliding them inside you. Not that he needed to, you were absolutely soaked for him. 

“So wet baby girl, who’s got you dripping like this?” You bit your lip and looked down at him watching you as he pushed his fingers deeper inside you. 

“You do Chris, you fuck, please don’t stop. I’m so close.” He drank you in and finger fucked you pushing you closer and closer. When your hips just couldn’t stay still Chris held you down and hummed against your pussy as he sucked on your clit. 

“Oh fuck Chris! I’m coming, go-fuck I’m coming!” Instead of slowing down Chris kept going at your cunt, now coated in your arousal until you finally had to grip his hair tightly and pull his head away as you pulled back. Your legs were shaking and you were breathing heavily. Chris pulled you back towards him and started placing the softest kisses on the insides of your thighs. 

“Taste so good. Love it when you say my name like that beautiful, makes my dick so hard.” Chris got up and slid his underwear and basketball shorts down. Every time you saw Chris’ cock hard for you it made your mouth water. You sat up and took off your bra before crawling over to the edge of the bed. Chris knew where this was heading as you licked your lips and looked at him like a bowl of ice cream. You didn’t waste any time, as soon as you had grabbed his dick your mouth was on it. Chris tilted his head back and moaned as he thread his fingers through your hair and you took more and more of his cock. When he started to hit the back of your throat making you gag you just took more letting him thrust and fuck your throat. When you finally came up for a deep breath you were panting and covered in your own saliva.  

“So fucking sexy when you choke on me like that baby girl. You like when I fuck your throat?” You nodded looking up at him with those sweet eyes of yours, he pushed the hair he’d mussed away from your face. You don’t know why but you did enjoy it. Every time you gagged on him or he fucked your throat your pussy would practically drip. Chris was always one to surprise you in the bedroom usually but tonight you had a trick up your own sleeve. You laid down on the bed on your back, your head hanging over the edge. 

“Fuck my throat Chris, go as deep as you want.” This was another one of those times that Chris had to stop and collect himself before he lost his mind.  

“Are you sure that’s what you want baby girl.” You nodded. 

“Want to make you feel good it makes me so wet when you moan.” You opened your mouth and Chris slid his cock in, you wrapped your lips around him and hummed giving him permission to go deeper. He gently held your jaw as he started to thrust deeper into your throat. You ran your fingertips up and down Chris’ thighs grabbing his ass and squeezing before pushing him even further down your throat.  

“Fuck you like it when I fuck your mouth baby? Hmm?” You moaned around his cock and it sent chills down Chris’ spine. He leaned over and started playing with your pussy as he continued to face fuck you. The more he teased your clit the louder the moans around his dick became. Finally it got to the point Chris couldn’t take it anymore.  

“I’ve got to be inside this pussy baby come here.” He pulled out and spun you around, crawling on top of you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He went to reach for a condom in his nightstand and you stopped him. 

“You... I mean... I’m on birth control so... if you don’t want to... you know... that’s okay with me.” Chris looked at you and spoke softly. 

“Are you sure? It doesn’t bother me either way.” You nodded. 

“You’re my man right?” Chris smiled and shook his head. 

“I’m your man baby girl.” You wrapped your legs around him tighter. 

“Then fuck me like you are.” Chris smirked at you and then grabbed his dick rubbing it up and down your slick folds both of you moaning out in pleasure at the warm contact. Chris lined up his cock with your entrance and leaned over kissing your lips softly as he pushed the tip of his cock inside you. When he was fully buried inside you he let out a breath. 

“Fuck, I love you y/n.” You ran your fingers through Chris’ hair and then gently down his face taking in all the beautiful lines of his strong jaw and broad nose, your heart swelled knowing this beautiful creature both inside and out, loved you. You leaned up and kissed him. 

“I love you too Christopher.” You gently dug your heel into his ass cheek urging him to move. 

“Please baby, fuck me, need you.” Chris didn’t need to be asked twice he pulled out and pushed in harder and faster the feeling of you raw around his cock felt unreal, so warm and wet. He fucked you harder and you started to pinch and play with your nipples as Chris gripped your hips and pumped himself in and out, in and out. Sweat started beading around his temples and forehead and his face was flushed and pink. You could hardly stand the sight of this gorgeous man losing himself on top of you. Chris started to roll his hips and rubbed your clit with his thumb edging you closer and closer to the precipice.  

“Chris... I... I... fuck! Harder fuck me harder!” He slammed his hips into yours and you started to cum, your walls quivered around Chris’ dick, the feeling sending him straight into his own orgasm. 

“Oh fuck y/n god I’m coming baby I’m coming.” He pulled out and streaks of his cum shot across your pussy and belly as it started to drip from your cunt. Chris collapsed on you, sweaty and out of breath, the weight of his body comforting like a weighted blanket. You wrapped your arms around him and gently ran your fingertips up and down his back, through his curls. Soothing him. After a few minutes of just lying there with each other Chris got up and let you up so you could both get showered and ready for bed. After you crawled in bed next to Chris, he pulled you close. 

“Hope you don’t mind I get cuddly after I cum.” You laughed shaking your head as Chris giggled and clung to you just like he always did. You nuzzled in close and as you both drifted off to sleep you wondered just how much one man could surprise you, how much your man could surprise you. 

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Okay so first off I’m playing fast and loose with timelines and ages. Just know I picture Jake born in 1988 so he’s 34 in tgm.

Christopher Cameron Seresin

He’s about 5’10. Which isn’t short but good god Slider is a fucking moose.

He’s blonde af and has a collection of tattoos from above his elbow and knees, Jake loves coloring them in when he’s young. His favorite colors are light blue and green.

Two sisters, one older one younger.

Not necessarily a bad relationship with his parents just one he knew he wanted to have better for his kids. His parents weren’t exactly supportive of him being gay. They refused to acknowledge it. But it was fairly fine and didn’t cause any real issues when he was growing up.

He became a firefighter because he saw a house fire take away his grandma when he was 7. She had left a candle burning and forgotten. He got burned on the right side of his head from where he was asleep on the couch. The scars aren’t completely noticeable but if you know what you are looking for you can see them on his ear pretty easily.

Absolutely obsessed with cats. He’s gotten yelled at multiple times by Ron and his captain for going back into burned houses for pets

Literally always knew he was gay. His older sister would have magazines and he was obsessed. She would always let him take them after she got bored with them.

His younger sister was always a bit bonkers. They aren’t super close but not from a lack of trying on Chris’ part, when she leaves at 18 after graduation with a boyfriend no one is shocked.

In Highschool he was such the pretty boy. All the girls thought he was gorgeous. He didn’t really care about them but would always try to be nice when he said no to dates.

He meets Ron at age 24. Ron is 25. Chris is terrified of losing Ron when he flies. But he doesn’t actually realize that Ron is just as scared of losing him to a fire that goes wrong.

Chris LOVES dancing in clubs. It took months for him to convince the three of them a gay club in Texas in a town two hours away from where they live isn’t going to out them instantaneously. Mav ends up loving it Tom likes it until he gets jealous, Ron enjoys watching Chris be happy.

They get engaged after top gun. Chris technically isn’t supposed to know how close it got to Ron not coming home but he knows just by how Ron holds onto him when he lands in Texas with three months off.

Tom and Mav follow a month later and they all live together for those remaining two months

Chris meets Maverick and they instantly like each other. Mav and him can completely disassemble a car together and put it back in better condition.

Ice and Slider are terrified of their boyfriends when they are together, they literally don’t speak and just know what the other person needs (Ron and Tom do the exact same thing they just don’t realize it)

Jake comes into their lives in 1988, he’s barely a week old. Chris’ younger sister asked to meet for coffee and brought Jake along, she’s clearly using. She asks Chris to take Jake. She can’t do it. It’s Chris or foster care.

Chris takes Jake without a bit of hesitation. Ron comes home from meetings all day to a baby sobbing from his own withdrawals and sees Chris crying right along with Jake.

Those next few months are some of the worst, it crushes Ron to hear Jake scream like he does at night. Chris takes basically all of his time off he can, his captain fully understands and supports him the best he can. Chris is sleep deprived for months until Ron is up again for reenlistment.

Jake is 9 months old at that point and Ron only agrees to reenlist because they promise him a promotion with a guaranteed stay in one place for two years.

Ron is secretly terrified that Jake isn’t going to like him because he’s been gone so often. Slightly irrational but still a fear. It’s a stupid fear, Jake is obsessed with his other dad. He loves sitting on Ron’s lap and listening to Ron read.

Chris is also obsessed with listening to Ron read. It’s extremely comforting to him to listen to the man he loves read to their son. Son! They have a son!!

Wow can you tell I got hyper-focused and I really rambled for a while there sorry I got excited- please ask questions or please write things if you are inspired!! I’m always happy to answer!!

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Tony Bennett

Anthony Dominick Benedetto, United States Army

63rd Infantry Division

August 3, 1926 – July 21, 2023

Tony Bennett was an American singer. Bennett amassed many accolades throughout his career, including 20 Grammy Awards, a Lifetime Achievement Award, and two Primetime Emmy Awards. He was named an NEA Jazz Master and a Kennedy Center Honoree, and was the founder of the Frank Sinatra School of the Arts in Astoria, Queens, New York. Bennett sold more than 50 million records worldwide.

Tony Bennett had come a long way since growing up poor in Queens, New York, during the Great Depression. Born Anthony Dominick Benedetto in 1926 to Italian immigrants, Bennett's father was a grocer who died when Tony was 10 years old. It wasn't long before he started helping out the family by singing while waiting tables.

Like many people and many families, the Benedettos' lives were forever changed by World War II.

Bennett turned 18 in 1944 and was drafted into the U.S. Army.

By March 1945, the young soldier was deploying to Europe with the 63rd Infantry Division, replacing casualties lost in the Battle of the Bulge. In his 1998 autobiography "The Good Life," he called the war a "front row seat in hell."

As the German Army was pushed back, Benedetto and his company saw bitter fighting in cold winter conditions, often hunkering down in foxholes as German 88 mm guns fired on them.

At the end of March, they crossed the Rhine and entered Germany, engaging in dangerous house-to-house, town-after-town fighting to clean out German soldiers; during the first week of April, they crossed the Kocher River, and by the end of the month rea ched the Danube.

During his time in combat, Benedetto narrowly escaped death several times. The experience made him a pacifist he would later write, "Anybody who thinks that war is romantic obviously hasn't gone through one,"and later say, "It was a nightmare that's permanent. I just said, 'This is not life. This is not life.'"

At the war's conclusion he was involved in the liberation of the Kaufering concentration camp, a subcamp of Dachau, near Landsberg, where some American prisoners of war from the 63rd Division had also been held. He later wrote in his autobiography that "I saw things no human being should ever have to see."

Benedetto stayed in Germany as part of the occupying force but was assigned to an informal Special Services band unit that would entertain nearby American forces. His dining with a black friend from high school—at a time when the Army was still racially segregated—led to his being demoted and reassigned to Graves Registration Service duties.

Subsequently, he sang with the 314th Army Special Services Band under the stage name Joe Bari (a name he had started using before the war, chosen after the city and province in Italy and as a partial anagram of his family origins in Calabria). He played with many musicians who would have post-war careers.

Upon his discharge from the Army and return to the States in 1946, Benedetto studied at the American Theatre Wing on the GI Bill. He was taught the bel canto singing discipline, which would keep his voice in good shape for his entire career. He continued to perform wherever he could, including while waiting tables. Based upon a suggestion from a teacher at American Theatre Wing, he developed an unusual approach that involved imitating, as he sang, the style and phrasing of other musicians—such as that of Stan Getz's saxophone and Art Tatum's piano—helping him to improvise as he interpreted a song.He made a few recordings as Bari in 1949 for small Leslie Records, but they failed to sell.

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RICHMOND, Va. (WRIC) — Amari Pollard, the defendant in the Huguenot graduation shooting trial, has pleaded guilty to two charges, including first-degree murder.

According to Richmond City Commonwealth’s Attorney Colette McEachinn, on Thursday, Feb. 29, Amari Pollard, 20, pleaded guilty to both charges of first-degree murder and use of a firearm in commission of a felony during the fourth day of the trial of Huguenot High School graduation shooting that killed 18-year-old Shawn Jackson.

Pollard was sentenced to 43 years with 18 suspended. He will serve 25 years in prison.

Pollard took the stand to testify Thursday, saying that he shot Jackson because he was scared for his life and that he was running away from him when he heard someone say “shoot him.” That’s when Pollard fired his gun, according to his testimony.

Prosecutors, challenging Pollard’s story, pointed to surveillance video which they said shows that Pollard shot Jackson from behind, and emphasized the fact that Jackson was shot a total of six times.

After hearing Pollard’s testimony, the judge ruled that there was not enough evidence for a self-defense claim and that the argument could not be included in jury instructions.

McEachin shared the following statement following the guilty plea:

“I want to thank the family for their strength in this eight-month ordeal, thank Richmond Police, especially Jeff Crewell, for a thorough investigation that resulted in the FBI being able to compile a video from a number of sources that set out a timeline that showed the defendant running around a group of people to get to the point where he could shoot Shawn Jackson six times. This has been a day that the City of Richmond and Richmond Public Schools and public spaces like the Altria Theater will never forget, and the defendant’s callous and thoughtless actions in a public graduation in a public space in the middle of the afternoon are the sole reason that he is going to serve 25 years in prison. His actions and his actions alone.”

Richmond City School Board member Jonathan Young shared the following statement with 8News:

“An excruciating eight months for everyone at Huguenot finally has some resolution, even if still too many questions are unresolved. I pray for better days at Huguenot, everyone there deserves it.”

Richmond Mayor Levar Stoney shared the following statement with 8News:

“Today, justice has been served. Thank you to the Commonwealth’s Attorney and the Richmond Police Department for their service to deliver justice to the victims, their families and the community. This guilty plea is a step towards healing for Huguenot High School, Richmond Public Schools and the city of Richmond.”

Richmond Public Schools also shared the following statement:

“June 6 was intended to be a joyful day for Richmond graduates. Instead, it ended in a senseless tragedy that took two lives, and destroyed countless others. We continue to mourn the loss of Shawn Jackson and his step-father Lorenzo Smith, and pray that Mrs. Jackson-Smith finds some closure and peace with the conclusion of the trial. We encourage any students or staff retraumatized by the legal proceedings to seek support from a family member or friend, a trusted colleague, or a healthcare provider. 

Far too many children in our community continue to be impacted by gun violence every day. We plead with all of Richmond to continue working, by any means necessary, to eliminate this devastating epidemic and its root causes. We owe that to Shawn, and to all the children and youth of this city.”

More information about the shooting, subsequent investigation and trial can be found here.

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SIREN'S SONG

Chapter 7: Great Balls of Fire

Paring: Roosterx OC Captain Harper Ann "Siren" Mitchell

Warnings: Mentions of Ejection, injuries, cursing, drinking, and allusions smut 18+ only Minors DNI

A/N: This chapter is inspired by the song "Great Balls of Fire... but more specifically the Top Gun Maverick version. This has been my favorite chapter to write so far... please enjoy!

Four months had passed since the mission. The Navy was so appreciative of the success they gave the Dagger Squad some much needed time off. Rooster had settled in well to his new role at Top Gun. He and Harper had also settled in well to being a couple.

When they had returned he officially moved in with her even though Harper insisted he had been officially moved in with her months before. The couple had a well established routine. Work, friends, family, and amazing sex. They were happy. Sure they has small fights about stupid things and they were both stubborn as hell, but at the end of the day they were lovers and best friends. The perfect match.

It was a warm Friday afternoon Rooster was supposed to be meeting Harper at their favorite spot at the beach soon but he needed to make a pit stop first. He had told Harper he had left his phone charger in his office back on base and he needed to get it but in reality he was over at Maverick's.

"Alright Bradley let's see it. Maverick said rubbing his hands together. "Look at it Mav, isn't it beautiful... think she will like it?" Bradley side as he asked his pseudo-father proudly showing off the engagement ring he had in his hand. "Rooster it's beautiful. She is going to love it."

"Thanks Pete, it's just as special to me as she is. The center stone came from the necklace Dad gave mom when they got married. I chose that because I buried her with her wedding ring.... she wore it even after Dad died and I couldn't bear to take it from her." Rooster said tearing up. "The smaller diamonds came with the setting I think they really make the center stone pop. And I went with rose gold because Harper hates yellow gold and she thinks silver is too over done. So it's something one of a kind and unique just like her." Rooster continued placing the ring back into his pocket.

"So the plan is for Penny to fake some sort of emergency at the Hard Deck while we go to the beach and set up. Then I am going to go 'save' her. We are going to take a walk to our favorite spot while you, P, Ameila and the Daggers get the Hard Deck ready for the after party or my funeral... depending on what she says." Rooster explained to the old man.

"Bradley she is going to say yes. She loves you. Stop worrying and let's go!" Pete ushered the younger pilot out the door. He understood how nervous Rooster was. He had been the same way when he was going to propose to Penny. He had also seen the same nerves when Goose asked Carole to marry him.

"Penny Benjamin Mitchell" Harper stated with her hands on her hips looking at her mother. "How do you forget to install kegs? You own a fucking bar... you sell enough beer here every night to fill ten pools I swear! Harper huffed. "It's not that I forgot honey... its just these two are so big it's a two man job and Jimmy is off for the week and you were already here. Penny said struggling against the large container. Her daughter had no idea that entire story was a lie. She might be mad now but she would thank her later...

"Harper.... Penny.... anyone here?" Rooster called out through the empty bar. "In the back!" Both women shouted in unison.

"A little to the left and there.... woo... perfect. Thanks for your help honey." Penny said giving Harper a hug... "any time mom" Harper replied panting

"Well if you ladies are done here.... I believe we have a date Ms. Mitchell" Bradley said taking her had.

"We most certainly do Mr. Bradshaw" Harper replied threading her fingers with his. "Have fun you two" Penny yelled as the couple walking out the front door. Moments later Pete, Amelia, Jimmy, and the Dagger Squad entered through the back door and began to set up.

Harper and Rooster walk happily along the beach talking and laughing. Soon they had made it to their favorite spot where Roosters Bronco was parked. He quickly let the tailgate down and set out a blanket. Harper hopped up as Rooster pulled out his old guitar from beside her.

"Oh.. are you going to serenade me my love?" Harper asked

"Something like that." Bradley replied. He fiddled with this strings and began to slowly play the first cords of a song Harper new all too well

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain" he began at a much slower tempo than normal

"Too much love drives a man insane"

"You broke my will, but what a thrill" He began to sway back and forth. Harper smiled at him

"Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire"

"I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny"

"But you came along and you moved me, honey" Rooster shot a wink at her

"I changed my mind, this love is fine"

"Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire" he sang earnestly

"Kiss me, baby" Harper blew him a kiss

"Ooh, that feels good, baby"

"Hold me, baby"

"I wanna love you like a lover should"

"You're fine, you're so kind" he began to sing even slower as he walked closer to her.

"I'ma tell the world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine"

He drew out the last note and put his guitar down. Bradley grabbed both of Harper's hands.

"Baby." He began "I have loved you since before I even knew what love was. You have supported me through all of my ups and downs. I don't know how you put up with my dumbass... I swear you are an angel. You have been my biggest support and motivation. You are kind, smart, caring, stubborn, funny, considerate, and so full of love. I could not do this life without you. And I do want to let the whole world know that you are mine now and forever." Bradley dropped to one knee... "So, Harper Ann Mitchell.... Will You Mary Me?" Rooster pulled the ring out of his pocket and held it out while he waited for her answer.

"Oh my God Yes! Yes Bradley I will marry you!" Harper almost shouted with tears in her eyes. With shaky hands. Rooster placed the ring on her finger. Harper launched herself off the tailgate of the Bronco and tackled him to the sand peppering his face with kisses. "I love you so much Harper" Rooster told her cradling her cheek. "I love you so much to Bradley" She smiled back.

"Well... I guess we need to go show off your new ring to Penny and Mav. They should be at the Hard Deck." Rooster told her. Harper happily obliged her boyfriend... err fiancé and they began to walk back. On the way back Harper couldn't take her eyes off the ring. Bradley explained how the center diamond had once belong to his mom and the sentiment around the ring. If it was even possible Harper fell more in love with that man.

"Baby? Why is no one at the Hard Deck and the lights off?" Harper asked as the couple approached the bar and walked in. Before Rooster could answer "Surprise!" Pennt flipped the lights on as the Daggerr Squad, Maverick, Amelia, and Jimmy jumped from their hiding places. The bar was covered in streamers and balloons. Over the stage hung a "She said YES!" banner.

Everyone rushed forward to congratulate the couple. All of the girls fawned over Harper's engagement ring and sighed when she told them the story behind it and how the center diamond had belonged to Roosters mother.

The men of the Dagger Squad congratulated Rooster and gave him a pat on the back. "So as your best man I am obviously going to plan a kick ass bachelor party. I'm thinking Vegas, party bus, bottle service, strippers..." Hangman announced to Rooster and the gang. "Who said you were going to be my best man Bagman?" Rooster asked him.

"Dude I am you'd best friend... I saved your life... its literally my right to be your best man and throw the most epic bachelor party!" Jake said while he dramatically waved his arms. "As much as I am sure you would enjoy your idea for my bachelor party.... I am not down for Vegas or strippers... I was thinking a weekend golf trip to Tahoe." Rooster told him. Hangman sighed dramatically yet again "Ugh fine if you want to have a boring bachelor party fine but we are taking a party bus to the golf courses" Jake stated compromising.

As the night went on there was laughter, happy conversations and lots of hugs. Jake continued to try and persuade Rooster to change his mind about Vegas even going as far as to bet a game of pool on it. Meanwhile Harper asked Phoenix and Halo if they would be two of her bridesmaids. Amelia jumped up and down and hugged her so tight when Harper asked her to be her Maid of Honor.

Soon friends and family started making their way home. Harper and Rooster were the only two left. Penny told then to stay as long as they wanted to just to lock up when they left.

Rooster went and keyed up a song on the Juke Box and then pulled Harper into the middle of the empty bar. They danced together as Elvis sang "Can't Help Falling in Love With You."

Bradley placed a tender kiss to the top of Harper's head as she snuggled under his chin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him.

"Hey Rooster, you big stud" Harper called out using the line Aunt Carole told her she always used on Uncle Goose "That's me Honey" Rooster replied cracking a smile

Harper stood up on her tip toes to whisper in his ear. "Take me to bed or lose me forever"

"Show me the way home Honey!" Rooster called back pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

He laced his fingers with hers and carefully lead her to his waiting Bronco. On the drive him Rooster looked over to see that his fiancée had fallen asleep. The excitement of the day finally catching up to her. He pulled in the driveway and unlocked the door.

He carefully opened the passenger side door of his car and picked up the sleeping woman. He carried her into the house and up the stairs. He made sure to take off her shoes before laying her down on the bed. Bradley had wanted get both of them changed into some sleep clothes, but as she went to pull away Harper had a death grip around his neck. He chuckled to himself admitting defeat and laying down beside her. Harper sighed and cuddled up next to Rooster as she wrapped an arm around him.

And there in that moment, for the first time in a long time, Bradley Bradshaw and Harper Mitchell were both truly happy.

Oh my God my heart almost melted and I may have shed a few tears writing this. This has definitely been my favorite chapter so far. I hope you all enjoyed it!

Tag List: @marvelsvalhalla @shanimallina87 @tallrock35

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster smut #rooster top gun #rooster x oc #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc

[callsignbaphomet]

EDIT: I started this last night.

It's one of those somber nights so I'm gonna talk about Loke in Fallout.

I think wounded best describes him. Yeah, wounded and twisted with guilt. He lost both parents at 17 and he couldn't even mourn them because the second he got the news that they were killed he had to take care of his 2 ½-year old brother. He buried them and instantly became a father. For weeks he was numb, barely ate when he did and never left the house, most of the time he was in bed.

He snapped out of that numbness one day when he heard Jelani crying, not just a little crying. This was full on crying. Of course he freaked the fuck out and ran to find him. Jela was playing outside, tripped, fell and scrapped his knee pretty bad. That's when it first hit him that he couldn't just sulk around and feel sorry for himself, he had a toddler that needed him.

Despite the odds Loke did a wonderful job raising Jelani. There's no question about that. He was put into a shitty situation and he did the best he could. Loke showered him with love and kindness, taught him everything he was taught and shielded him from all the crap he could. Despite his own demons he made sure he never ever let Jelani see him drunk. Even at 18 (Jela not Lo) he still wonders if he did a good job raising him.

At first he wondered if staying in New Vegas was even a good idea but he stayed anyway. By that time Jelani was a teenager and found the place exciting and all so they stayed. Loke was super glad they stayed 'cause that's where he met the love of his life: Uthorim. It was love at first sight. Also, for the first time in a long time he felt like something good happened to and for him. Since his parents died he basically dedicated his entire life to his brother, his entire world revolved around his brother. He doesn't regret one second of it, his brother is his first love of his life. But Uthorim was like a balm and honestly Jelani was ecstatic for him. He instantly loved Uthorim, loves how he treats Loke and loves how he makes Loke light up.

At some point everything seems like everything is falling into place and then Iain comes into the picture. Loke was pissed off when Jelani told him what happened at Goodsprings but ultimately they decided nothing was gonna come of it. But then that fight between them and Iain breaks out in the strip which gets worse when she pulls a revolver out on Loke and actually fires the damn thing with the full intention of killing him but Jelani pushes him out of the way and gets shot instead.

Like, the horror that Loke experiences in that moment is indescribable. This crazy bitch comes out of nowhere talking shit about their dad, calling him a deserter and a traitor, pulls a gun out on him and Loke is super overprotective so he grabs Jelani and drags him behind him to shield him with his own body. The man nearly has a heart attack when he looks up and sees his baby brother had pushed him out of the way and he's just standing there in shock and bleeding from the gunshot wound. Instinctively Jela just puts his hand on the wound but blood's just flowing out of the wound. Not just shot, the bullet practically shreds his right kidney and had to have it removed 'cause it couldn't be saved.

Loke's only priority at that moment was to get help for him and luckily he survives. They have a discussion/argument about what Jelani did in the strip. Basically Loke arguing that Jelani should never have pushed him out of the way 'cause it could've gone horribly wrong for him and it would've destroyed Loke if he lost him. However, Jelani argued the same thing and both were at an impasse. After Jelani recovered Loke went to the NCR about what Iain did and long story short he was told nothing was gonna be done so that just royally pissed him the fuck off.

Knowing that his brother was safe Loke just tried to cool off but he had vengeance stewing in the back of his mind. He, Jelani and Uthorim just go on about their lives until several months later when they crossed paths with Iain and Loke's need to pay her back for what she did to his brother just blinded him. Long story short, she's dead but now they need to get the fuck outta dodge 'cause they know that the NCR knows Iain and the Haakonsons have some bad blood between them so they gather their things and leave. However, before leaving Loke talks to Uthorim and tells him he and Jela have to leave the area for a little while and that as soon as the heat dies down they'll come back for him and move wherever Uthorim wants to move to. Uth argues back and says he'll go with them but Loke insists that he doesn't wanna involve him in the mess they're in especially knowing that the NCR would send people after them.

Leaving Uthorim behind broke him. It just broke him but Loke was trying to protect him. He was gonna find somewhere to stay, make sure it was safe, tell Jelani to stay and wait for him and then go back for Uthorim and then the three of them could leave.

During their escape Loke was devastated and riddled with guilt but he was doing what he thought was the right thing to do. He was a wreck though.

Then that thing that was done to Jelani happened (not gonna repeat it here, y'all know what happened to him). That morning when Loke woke up and didn't find Jelani anywhere was horrible. A million things crossed his mind and he was freaking out, he was near tears. Then when Dagny came back to get Loke he was just freaking at that point. If seeing his brother shot nearly gave him a heart attack this was twice as bad. When he found Jelani unconscious, beaten, bleeding and you know what he almost fainted. Loke actually thought Jelani was dead until he checked for a pulse and just broke down. It was worse when the caravan's doctor gave him a run down on all of Jela's injuries. Every time she mentioned an injury he felt a gnawing guilt in his stomach growing bigger and bigger. Loke blamed himself for what happened to Jelani to the point where he cried himself to sleep that night while hugging him and apologizing over and over again.

I don't have the ability to put into words the level of guilt this man felt when he grabbed his brother's arm and he recoiled in fear and yelled at him not to touch him, Jela was developing haphephobia (extreme fear of being touched). It was worse when Jelani described to him what he went through. He was choking on that guilt. His one job was to protect his brother and he felt he failed him on a cosmic level. Thing is when Jela told him what they did to him Lo figured out who it was and he wanted blood.

But, they had threatened Jelani with finding him again, killing Loke in front of him and repeating the act if he told Loke who they were. Jelani knows Loke better than anyone else, he knew he was gonna go after them and he couldn't let that happen. He didn't care if they did it again what he cared about was Loke being killed. Loke was just one person and they were eight and Jelani didn't wanna lose his brother because of him.

For the next few days Jelani didn't sleep to keep an eye on Loke in case he decided to slip away in the night to find the men that did the thing. Everywhere Loke went Jelani was right there. One night Jelani couldn't and fell asleep for a little bit but woke up to find Loke walking away from the camp and armed to the teeth. He couldn't let it go, he was overwhelmed by guilt and rage. Jelani chased him and begged him not to do it to the point where he referred to Loke as "dad" and that got Loke's attention.

Loke was all Jelani had and he's been his guardian for as long as he could remember so when he was little he referred to Loke as his dad. When Jelani was older Loke explained what happened to their parents and why Loke was the one taking care of him but he didn't really care. To him Loke was his dad, yeah, he was aware that they were siblings but he felt more like a dad than a brother to him. In a weird way Loke felt the same way. He raised him and more often than not he felt like Jelani was more like his son than his brother. Usually Jelani calls him dad when he's being very serious about something. So he cried and begged him to let it go because he needed him and Loke relented despite the guilt. They hugged, even though it made Jelani nervous, and Jelani reassured him that what happened to him was not Loke's fault. That he shouldn't feel guilty because despite everything he knew he did the best he could and that he was an amazing dad.

Nevertheless Loke still felt guilty but he dropped the idea of finding the ones that did what they did to Jela and they continued.

Then the deathclaw attack happened and in an act of selflessness Loke sacrificed himself so Jelani could live. Thing is Loke survived. He was pretty banged up and messed up for weeks but he survived. To his extreme surprise and relief Uthorim found him and both spent a long time trying to help Loke heal back up. It wasn't easy and Loke kinda has a messed up shoulder and a bad knee because of his injuries.

He explained how he got the injuries and said that as soon as he was able to he and Uth were gonna go find Jelani and they could leave for Chicago. At this time Loke was worried sick about Jelani, if he was okay--hell, if he was even still alive but Uthorim reassured him that Jela was tough and Loke taught him well and that he was alive. Still, Loke felt guilty.

On their way to find out where in the blue fuck Boston was Loke just so happened to find one of the men that had attacked Jelani living in some cabin in the woods. He. lost. his. shit. The man apologized and said he didn't wanna take part in what they were doing but he was forced to. He was the guy that protested because Jelani was a minor and when he was forced to he did it as gently as he could BUT HE STILL FUCKING DID IT ANYWAY so he's still guilty of it. Loke took his time with him.

When Uthorim found Loke he found him crying and what was once a person dead in the ground. Loke explained who he was and what he and his friends had done to Jelani and cried out that it'd been his fault. Uthorim consoled him and told him what Jelani had told Loke, that it wasn't his fault and he was a wonderful parent to him.

So finally they find their way into Boston and start looking for Jelani. He was directed to a ghoul who said he knew him so he escorted both men to the Kingsport Lighthouse where the two women in charge of that settlement said they knew Jelani but he wasn't in the area but that he was gonna be back though they weren't sure when exactly. Almost two months later one of the women got a call from a friend on the radio and she informed Loke that his brother was on his way back.

As soon as Jelani and Angelus got back to the lighthouse he was told he had two visitors waiting for him which he found weird. As soon as he saw Loke he broke down in tears and kept repeating over and over that he saw him die. Both spent hours talking and crying and hugging. As soon as Jelani saw Uthorim he freaked out and hugged him and cried some more.

After settling down Jelani introduced Angelus to Loke and Uthorim. Uthorim was super happy but Loke was kinda cautious. At this point Jela was doing better, he still had nightmares and the occasional intrusive thought during certain activities though. So one night Jelani was having some pretty bad intrusive thoughts that triggered a mild panic attack while he and Angelus were having sex. He asked Angelus to stop which he did and Jela went out to clear his head. Loke and Uthorim were awake and saw Jelani walking outside and crying and saw Angelus walking after him.

Loke went right into "protective feral dad" mode and went after Angelus and had a long talk with him. Uthorim went after Jelani and both talked for a while, mostly stuff he didn't really dare tell Loke like the drinking, the med-x, the nightmares and panic attacks, how he felt guilty over being responsible for Loke's "death", and the cutting as well as the suicide attempts. Uthorim encouraged him to tell Loke 'cause he thought it would be better to hear it from him than someone else so the next day Lo and Jela spent a few hours talking about what he omitted the other day.

Loke was devastated, heartbroken and felt guilty but as soon as he saw the scars on Jelani's arms he fucking broke, especially when he saw the ones on his wrists. Both of them cried but especially Loke who confessed he constantly felt guilty about every choice he made that affected Jelani in some way. He was worried if he had done right by him or if he failed him in some way. Jela saw how beaten down Lo felt but he told him what he said that night at the campsite. He told him he knew Loke was doing his best and that he was the best father anyone could ever ask for, that he had no reason to feel guilty and that he loved him more than life itself.

They spent a little while at the lighthouse just healing and being happy to be together again. Eventually Uthorim proposed to Loke and they got married. A while later they decided to head off to Chicago with Angelus going with them.

Honestly I think Loke and Jelani are pretty wounded more so Jelani after what happened to him but despite their wounds they do the best they can and maybe some choices they make aren't the best but aw hell they try to make due with what they have. The trip to Chicago is really comforting for them all and it's actually really sweet that they're all together and having fun.

#fo: Loke tag #fo: Jelani tag #au oc things

[starset21]

Angel |Jake Seresin|

A/N: I've put a few blurbs from this fic out there but I think it's ready to be seen by the internet. This will be a multi-part fic. This is also my first time putting any of my works on tumblr so yeahhh trying to figure out all that goes with that. Standard disclaimer, I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be navy inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower

Summary: An nearly fatal incident left naval aviator Artemis out of the skies for 6 months but then she's given new orders. To return to Top Gun.

Warnings: flashbacks to accident, mentions of blood, cursing

word count: 880

Going Home

On March 3, 1969, the US Navy established a school for its best pilots, which accounted for 1% of the total. Its purpose is to teach the art of dogfighting, and air combat and to make men and women the best fighter pilots.

They have succeeded.

Today the Navy calls it Fighter Weapons School. Aviators call it TOP GUN.

The 28-year-old pilot Artemis was getting ready to leave and go pick her daughter up from daycare before heading back to her small navy-issued condo when her commanding officer stopped her. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked. "Artemis, you've been reassigned," he said. She took the papers from him, reading through them quickly. A special detachment? Recalling former top gun graduates? "I haven't been cleared to fly, sir," she tells him. "They'll re-evaluate you in California, you're going home," he told her before shaking her hand and walking off. Home meant San Diego, California. It had been 6 months since she'd flown in any sky after she had almost lost her life on a mission. It was supposed to have been a low-profile surveillance patrol composed of a few new F-35 Lightnings and two F-18s until a squadron of enemy aircraft intercepted them and it escalated quickly into a dogfight. The memory jumped to the forefront of her mind.

"Oh shit! They're 5th gen fighters! Smoke in the air!" Cheshire warned as she deployed flares to defend. "Requesting permission to return fire," Summit radioed command. "Permission granted Shadow one," the comms officer replied. "Tally! Seven o'clock! Artemis break right!" Pyro called out. "Copy!" She broke right and was able to flip around and get tone before firing her own missile at them. It made contact, making it splash 1. "Shit! Got one on our tail!" yelled Scout. "I'm coming," Artemis responded, inverting and spinning around to find them. She spotted them quickly and moved into range, getting tone. The enemy tried to evade it but it was no use, Artemis fired. "That's a splash 2!" Scout exclaimed. "They've got tone on me!" Summit called out as he continued evasive maneuvers. "Smoke in the air!" Pyro called out in warning. "Fuck, I'm out of flares!" Summit yelled. Artemis's eyes widened. "Smoke in the air, evade! Evade!" Cheshire yelled out. "Artemis defending." She deployed flares but she was too close. The controls were almost ripped out of her hand as her jet shuddered violently. Alarms blared. Artemis's eyes darted over her control panels quickly. Hydraulic failure, engine failures, fire on the left engine. She managed to level out some. "Artemis Eject!" Altitude warnings sounded. She could hardly make out the panicking voices of her squadron over the radio. "I can't get control! I'm going down! Ejecting now!" She yanked on the ejection handle but it wasn't working. "Shit! It's not-" She hit the trees, the impact slamming her head against the canopy, making her vision go dark momentarily. Her ears rang as her squadron tried to get her to answer them. Everything hurt, her right arm throbbed and when her vision cleared she could see red beginning to bloom on the left side of her flight suit pants when she shifted slightly, which wasn't good at all. She could feel the blood dripping down her face from the side of her head. She reached with her good arm for her instrument dash where the photo of her little girl was taped, a reminder of why she needed to get home. The jet creaked as it settled amongst broken trees. She noted that fire was creeping closer to the cockpit. She knew she needed to get out of the hunk of metal that remains of her jet so with a yell Artemis used the arm that wasn't throbbing to push herself up so she could get her other leg under her. She managed to hoist herself out and collapsed on the ground next to it. Black spotted her vision as she crawled as far from the burning jet as possible. She managed to switch on her emergency locating device but it was still half an hour before the rescue team found her amongst the wreckage.

She didn't remember much after that. She had been airlifted to the nearest hospital for treatment and suffered from a head laceration, a concussion, bruised ribs, an open left leg fracture, a sprain on her right wrist, and other minor cuts and bruises. Her father was able to pull some strings and fly in to be with her until she was sent back stateside, once she was stabilized enough to be moved long distances. She's been restationed in Key West, Florida ever since. Her mother and younger brother came to visit and brought her daughter to her. Her father had to return nearly immediately, her brother still had school but her mom didn't return to the west coast until she was settled and completely able to take care of the rambunctious 4-year-old on her own. While recovering she was given the opportunity to teach young pilots in the classrooms and even took a few shifts working in the towers. It allowed flexibility for her physical therapy, x-rays, and various doctor appointments to check her progress. So there she was, her belongings packed and sent ahead with her truck, on a commercial flight with her daughter from Florida to California. 

#jake seresin x oc #jake seresin #top gun maverick #hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin

[renegade-chaos-druid]

Top Gun Maverick

SPOILER FREE Personal Review Preamble: First off let me say this. I am a DIE HARD fan of the first TG. And when I say that, I mean I used to watch it once or twice a month at least on an old VHS growing up. My dad was in the Navy, stationed on the Air Craft Carrier Constellation, and to say I had a hard on for all things Navy, Naval Aviation and F-14s is an understatement. So understand when I say I WANTED to hate on Top Gun Maverick but can’t, its coming from a deep seated love of the original.  That being said, I cannot help but love TGM. So, Pro/Con: Bad out of the way first because there isn’t much CONS -Longer than needed; Yup like every other fucking movie regardless of genre, the studio got this one to extend run time over two hours and some change. So, plenty of long, needless, drawn out talking, staring, more talking, more staring, and slow-mo scenes for no reason other than, gotta hit that time stamp. -The  CGI that was used in major scenes....is PAINFULLY obvious. Take a clue from the original movie Paramount, just stick to scenes you can do with practical effects when 98% of the movie is already that and not rush a bunch of CGI for spectacle.  -Mav is basically the only character. No seriously, everyone else does great, its just...at the end of the day, couldn’t give a fuck bout any of them as characters. Its all about Tom Cruise and it kinda shows. 

Well that’s is, Now on to the fangasming PROs -Excellent loyalty to the Original; In an age of post modernism, bullshit deconstruction, and disloyalty to once great characters/archetypes, TGM is a beacon of light. Mav isn’t some washed out, poor, old, can’t hack it, “wHiTe MaLe” has-been who gets shit on by everyone from his peers to his friends. No, Mav is a badass ace pilot, with the leather jacket and aviators to match and he shows it. And so does the rest of the cast by being right there to learn from and join him.

-Practical/real life effects and stunts: I mean, they put the actors in the damn fighter jets and it shows. What more do you fucking want? Also beautiful stunt work and camera. Unlike the mono-chrome of DUNE or other such films TGM is  alive with colorful/realistic sets and fast paced scene production.

-Great acting; Tom brings it, and so does everyone. Yeah there’s some clunky “its an action movie” dialogue and such, but even then you can tell the cast is hamming it up and loving it. 

-Interesting close out to the story; I hated the idea of a sequel to a film that was obviously a one and done. But, some how they managed to make this work. With the next gen coming into contact with the old experienced one, but each finding a stride and putting away old wounds in the process while F-18′s roar overhead was honestly engaging and edge of the seat worthy.  -Sound/extras/eye candy; See it in Theaters before its gone! Nothing like the sound of a F-18 going Afterburner in surround sound. Great humor sprinkled through out, not fucking MCU “joke a second” dialogue.  Also no shortage of eye candy. Boys get to see some girl aviators blow shit up and play beach football. . Girls get to see all the hard body fly boys and chads doing the same thing, just like the Original. 

Final Verdict:

9/10. The mid section gets slow and grinding due to the need to hit that hated 2hr+ mark, and yeah you can tell this was Cruise/Bruckheimer's baby as Tom is always front and center at the expense of other people’s character development, but that might have been what saved this from being another Last Jedi. Aside from that, FUCK this movie will fly you up to Mach 10 and light your hair on fire. Go see it, And fly right into the Danger Zone.  PS: Val Kilmer is a fucking trooper. So glad he could be in the movie for a cameo. Keep fighting Ice!

#top gun maverick #top gun #movie #review #spoiler free #my review #opinion #mavrick #go see it #fucking awesome #great movie

[yourreddancer]

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

July 5, 2022 (Tuesday)

Traditionally, Americans have celebrated the Fourth of July with barbecues, picnics, celebrations, and parades as people come together to celebrate our democracy without regard to political party. In Highland Park, Illinois, yesterday morning, a gunman opened fire on a Fourth of July parade with a high-powered rifle, killing 7, physically wounding at least 47 others, and traumatizing countless more. There were more than a dozen other mass shootings over the holiday weekend, as well. All told, mass shootings this weekend caused at least 15 deaths and injured at least 91. Police arrested the alleged Highland Park shooter, a white 21-year-old, without incident, inspiring comparisons to the police shooting of 25-year-old Jayland Walker of Akron, Ohio, last week after a stop for a minor traffic violation.

Walker fled from the scene in his car and then fled from the car. Officers shot him, saying now they believed he was reaching for a gun. A medical examiner found 60 bullet wounds (not a typo) in Walker’s body, which a medical examiner said was handcuffed when it arrived at the coroner’s office. Walker was unarmed. He was Black.Today, prosecutors charged the suspect in the Highland Park shooting with 7 counts of murder and said more charges will be forthcoming.

Last month, in the wake of the shooting at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas, that killed 19 children and 2 teachers, Congress passed the first gun safety law in almost 30 years. The law provides incentives to encourage states to expand background checks before people aged 18 to 21 can buy a gun. It prohibits those who have been convicted of domestic violence from owning a gun, although it clears their record after 5 years without incident. It sets aside money for mental health resources and incentivizes states to create red flag laws. It also clarifies who requires a federal license to sell firearms.

Republicans rejected the reinstatement of an assault weapon ban such as we had between 1994 and 2004, federal background checks, and the law shielding gun manufacturers from being sued when their guns cause deaths. But enough Republicans joined the Democrats to break a filibuster, and the bill passed, 65 to 33, with all Republicans in the minority. President Biden signed the law on June 25, saying, "While this bill doesn't do everything I want, it does include actions I've long called for that are going to save lives.”

Meanwhile, New York legislators responded to the Supreme Court’s recent decision in New York State Rifle and Pistol Association, Inc., v. Bruen, which struck down the state’s 100-year-old law for concealed-carry permits and newly asserted that individuals have a constitutional right to carry a gun in public, by tightening gun safety laws. A new New York law prohibits concealed carry on private property unless property owners explicitly say it’s okay. It also makes it a crime to carry a concealed weapon in “sensitive locations,” which include schools, hospitals, demonstrations, bars, and Times Square, among other places. It requires background checks, training, and good moral character, and it provides an appeals process for applicants whose requests for a concealed carry license are denied.

The Supreme Court said the old New York law was not sufficiently uniform; the new one is designed to work within the court’s parameters. New York governor Kathy Hochul signed the law on Friday. It will go into effect on September 1, 2022. 

Today, a grand jury in Fulton County, Georgia, issued a stack of subpoenas as part of the investigation into whether Trump and his allies illegally tried to influence the 2020 election in that state. Fulton County district attorney Fani Willis opened the investigation after a recording of Trump pressing Georgia secretary of state Brad Raffensperger came to light in early 2021.

The grand jury subpoenaed Senator Lindsey Graham (R-SC) and Trump lawyers Rudy Giuliani, John Eastman, Cleta Mitchell, Kenneth Chesebro, Jacki Pick Deason, and Jenna Ellis, who is now working for Trump-endorsed Pennsylvania gubernatorial candidate Doug Mastriano. In 2021, Ellis declared she was leaving the Republican Party because it was no longer “conservative” enough for her. 

The grand jury is looking at the creation of the fake electors from Georgia and at the various fake claims Trump allies put forward about the election being “stolen.” Eastman’s subpoena refers to his December 3, 2020, appearance before the Georgia State Senate, where he told lawmakers “that they had both the lawful authority and a ‘duty’ to replace the Democratic Party’s slate of presidential electors, who had been certified as the duly appointed electors for the States of Georgia after the November 2020 election, due to unfounded claims of widespread voter fraud within the state. There is evidence that the Witness’s appearance and testimony at the hearing was part of a multi-state, coordinated plan by the Trump Campaign to influence the results of the November 2020 election in Georgia and elsewhere.”  

At least two phone calls Graham made to Georgia secretary of state Brad Raffensperger or his staff in which Graham apparently asked about “reexamining certain absentee ballots cast in Georgia in order to explore the possibility of a more favorable outcome for former President Donald Trump,” are at the heart of the subpoena to Graham. 

 Representatives Adam Kinzinger (R-IL), Adam Schiff (D-CA), and Liz Cheney (R-WY) of the House Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack on the U.S. Capitol said this weekend that more witnesses have come forward since Cassidy Hutchinson testified last week. The aide to Trump’s White House Chief of Staff Mark Meadows offered explosive testimony directly tying Trump and Meadows to planned violence on January 6.

Sarah Matthews, deputy press secretary in the Trump administration, will testify at a future hearing. Matthews jumped to Hutchinson’s defense after her testimony last week, tweeting, "Anyone downplaying Cassidy Hutchinson's role or her access in the West Wing either doesn't understand how the Trump (White House) worked or is attempting to discredit her because they're scared of how damning this testimony is." Matthews resigned on January 6, saying in a statement, “I was honored to serve in the Trump administration and proud of the policies we enacted. As someone who worked in the halls of Congress I was deeply disturbed by what I saw today. I’ll be stepping down from my role, effective immediately. Our nation needs a peaceful transfer of power.” 

 After Hutchinson’s testimony, we learned that the Trump organization and his allies have been paying for lawyers to represent those called by the January 6 committee as witnesses. Hutchinson offered much more information to the committee when she got rid of the lawyer Trump’s team provided and engaged her own lawyer. Immediately, Trump complained that “[h]er story totally changed!” suggesting that the Trump team might be pressuring witnesses not to cooperate with the committee.“

What they said to me is as long as I continue to be a team player, they know that I’m on the team, I’m doing the right thing, I’m protecting who I need to protect, you know, I’ll continue to stay in the good graces in Trump world,” one witness told the committee. “And they have reminded me a couple of times that Trump does read transcripts and just keep that in mind as I proceed through my depositions and interviews with the committee.”

The committee has planned the next public hearing for July 12 at 10:00 am.

[quotes121sworld]

[bruhstories]

Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

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[tenthgrove]

Yandere Bruno squad headcanons perhaps :0?

Yandere Team Buccelati

Content Warnings: Yandere behaviour, stalking, abduction

A/N: Apologies, but I've decided that I'm not really comfortable writing under 18s as yandere characters, so I'll just be doing Buccialati, Abbacchio and Mista for this one. Extra warning that this is really bad (I'm particularly not happy with Mista's section) because I wrote this late at night and didn't know what I was saying as I wrote it, so double apologies for that.

Bruno Buccelati

In spite of his occupation, Bruno has no qualms befriending the civilian population of Naples and doing good for them. He holds a profound pity for the victims of organised crime, and is eager to help where he can. So when you approach him on the street, asking for help with ridding yourself of a creepy stranger who had made it his business to follow and harass you, Bruno is quick to ensure your would-be stalker never looks your way again.

Although Bruno saw to it that you were escorted home safely, he can't help but feel some well-intentioned worry for your well-being over the coming days. He checks in on you again, which you find to be very sweet, but as the days pass by again his worry returns. Continuing to visit you would seem odd, he knows, but surely there's no harm in asking Narancia to check through your window once in a while?

At first it really is just concern for your safety, but after a while, Bruno is forced to accept that he is genuinely infatuated with you. His feelings are far too strong to simply sweep under the rug, and approaching you the normal way could put you in danger, provided it even works. He isn't going to kidnap you, that would leave him no better than the thugs he chases off of the streets, but to make you his he's going to resort to something unorthodox.

Bruno makes a few preparations. He does a few favours for your friends and family- gotta make sure they're on his side, He also checks his intel into the area's rival street gangs, since it can't hurt to have a hint of truth to the story he's going to tell. Then, armed with a few empty suitcases and a fake look of concern, he heads to your house late one night.

He announces to you that one of the rival gangs in the area has singled you out as a target for trafficking, and because of your previous interactions with him, they're dead set on taking you. Bruno assures you not to worry and helps you pack away your things, promising that you will be safe in his care while the issue with the gang is sorted out. You'll be staying in his house, of course. It's best he's right on call in case anyone tries to come after you.

Your new life in Bruno's house is a strange one. You cannot leave the house of course, except for the occasional short trip with him or his men to stop your mental health from suffering, but your internet access is unrestricted, you can call your family as much as you want, and you're allowed to buy anything you'd like with your money (or better, have him buy it for you). You have your own room, but Bruno often asks to come in and sit with you late at night. It's all for your comfort, of course.

After a couple of months, Bruno's excuses to keep you longer will start to run out as you start to wonder why he hasn't eliminated the street gang yet. The hope is that by this point, you would have already fallen for Bruno's charm and started to love him, but barring this, he'll simply buy more time by making up more reasons why it's unsafe for you to go home.

But, if all else fails, and you begin to insist on leaving... well, Bruno didn't want to do this, but he can't just let you go. You're locked in your room, windows barred as Bruno explains to you calmly that this is all for your own good. You can come out any time you want, Amore. All you have to do is promise to stay.

Leone Abbacchio

Despite his occasionally cold demeanour, Abbacchio is no stranger to the want for companionship and affection. In fact, it's fair to say he needs it, and that going so long without tenderness has left him empty, miserable and disillusioned. But it's only a matter of time before somebody reawakens his need for warmth.

Both of you were having a bad day. You were downtrodden and lamentful, and as sad people tend to do together, you shared your angsts together as you sat at the bus stop, neither of you caring that this was the first time you'd even seen each other.

Abbacchio does not want the conversation to end. So when the bus arrives, he gets a ticket to your stop instead, and sits with you, continuing to talk. He is sad when you say goodbye. He knows he needs to see you again. He thinks nothing of lingering to see which street you turn onto as you walk home.

Abbacchio gets to work right away. He needs to have you, but cannot see you ever falling for someone like him. Not through normal means instead. His thoughts turn to abduction, but the image of you begging and crying as he drags you to his car saddens him. He knows he could never hurt you that badly. He needs to find a half-way point, between force and natural love.

The first thing he does, once his mind is made up, is go to your boss. Using Passione's name, he quickly convinces them to fire you without any question as to why. It is a similar story with your landlord a few days later. Any friends or relatives who might take you in are also sent a warning phone-call.

You know full-well what has happened. You knew at the time your one-time companion on the bus was a mafioso, his story made that clear. You beat yourself up every minute for not avoiding him then and there. And now, as misfortune after misfortune strikes you, everyone who bears you bad news has the same white-haired stranger to speak of. When, on your first night on the streets, a tall figure approaches you from the black car, you do not feel any surprise.

Both you and Abbacchio know what he is here for, so he does not explain much. He sombrely instructs you to get in the car if you don't want to be stuck on the streets any longer, promising that he will not do you any harm if you comply. He has already struck out every other option for possibly helping yourself. You have little choice but to go with him.

You do not expect much when you arrive at Abbacchio's house, but instead you find all your old possessions lined up for you to decorate your room with. After quickly explaining where the bathroom is and which foods from the kitchen are free for taking, he goes to bed, advising that you do the same. You are completely, and utterly perplexed.

Abbacchio forces little conversation on you in the early weeks. Most of the time, he is out doing work, leaving you with free reign of his house. Soon, you do not feel at all as though you were forced to be here. You dare say your life is better here than it was before. Abbacchio's friends occasionally visit, making sure that Leone isn't mistreating you and you're fully happy here. Eventually, Abbacchio relents to letting you reopen communications with your friends. You cannot say you have anything to complain about.

The only question, is what Abbacchio ever wanted from you. It's so strange how he went to all these lengths to take you only to largely ignore you. The truth is, he's waiting for you to open up to him of your own free will. As he lies in bed alone at night, he dreams of you coming into his room, asking if he can hold you for a minute.

Mista

Guido Mista has dated a few times in the past, and he isn't interested in letting Passione stop him from continuing. It doesn't matter how you met him, just that after a few encounters you began to date, and were very happy with your new beau. You worked well together, what else is there to say?

But after your second date, Buccialati received word of your existence and was concerned. He isn't exactly going to force you to stop dating, Mista is an adult after all and can do as he pleases. But Buccelati wants to make sure you know what you're getting into.

Paying you a visit, Buccelati explains to you that your new boyfriend is involved with the mafia, and continuing to see him will involve certain risks. He is happy for you to take these risks, so long as you are aware of their existence. You thank him for him time, and immediately proceed to shut off all communication with Mista without explanation.

After a brief shouting match with Buccelati once Mista realises what he's done, he marches over to your house to plead with you to take him back. You stand your ground, that Mista lied to you and you refuse to be involved with criminals, but Mista isn't giving up.

The argument escalates. You slam the door in his face. Mista goes home and despairs. You were the best he's ever had, and now he's supposed to accept that you're just... gone?! No... all you need is a little more time. Mista turns right around and heads back to your house. This time, he isn't letting up for anything.

It goes much further than he intended. In a split-moment of instinct, Mista draws his gun and threatens you into letting him in. He really didn't mean to scare you like that, but his emotions are running high right now and he doesn't know how else to make you listen.

So, here you are now, a hostage in your own home, because your barely boyfriend couldn't let you go. In the ultimatum the two of you made after he threatened you, you ended up agreeing not to leave the house at all for the time since he was scared you'd try to run.

Mista doesn't stay with you all the time, but he visits you daily to bring you things and try to repair the relationship. To his credit, he hasn't threatened you at all since the initial incident and seems to regret it intently, but forgiving him is difficult after what he did.

Your commitments are mysteriously all taken care of, your boss inexplicably granting you a long period of furlough at full pay. Buccelati wasn't kidding when he said the group Mista was part of was powerful. You shudder to think of what else he could do.

#team buccellati #team bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bruno buccerati #bruno buccelati x reader #bruno buccerati x reader #leone abbacchio #leone abbacchio x reader #Guido Mista #guido mista x reader #yandere cw #stalking cw #abduction cw

[crowfootwrites]

Sugar [Miguel Galindo x Fem!Reader]

I - I'm not sure what happened, because I didn't plan this lol. But it's probably because I had this song on repeat as I was writing. Miguel has been pissing me off this season, but I guess that's working for me? Idk, that seems like there's a lot to unpack there. Anyway, here's a one-shot!

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut (like, a bunch of it), unprotected sex, daddydom!miguel; language; references to sugaring (not the waxing kind) | Words: 3,295

Taglist: @chibsytelford

He had been coming in every Thursday morning for the last several weeks. He ordered the same thing every time. For Miguel, medium flat white with oat milk. An odd choice, in your opinion. Based on his appearance, you would have pegged him as an Americano guy. Or at worst, the type to order a cappuccino and casually drop the “I discovered cappuccinos at this exquisite little café on a Venice canal” line. Especially the first time he came in wearing that white suit. Might as well have been wearing a fucking straw fedora.

He sat in the café every time he came in, reading the paper and looking at you. Men did that, sometimes, but they all had the decency to look away when you caught them staring. But this guy would meet your eyes with not a hint of embarrassment and take his sweet time breaking your gaze to return to his paper. If he had been anyone else, it might’ve made your skin crawl. But the fact that he didn’t look away, as though he didn’t care that you knew he was looking, had you intrigued.

Your barista job was the way you were paying your way through school and you worked a lot. Having something like a handsome regular to look forward to made the time a little more bearable. So, your little dance with the stranger Miguel went on like this for several weeks. After the first few, you started making sure to have his order ready when he arrived, knowing he would show up at 8:15 on the dot. The first time you did that, you slid his drink across the counter as he reached for it, his fingers brushing yours lightly. You met his scrutiny with your own darkening gaze, daring him to say something. But also begging him to say something.

He didn’t. He simply smirked that infuriating smirk and took his usual place at a table near the door, opening his paper with a flick. You turned on your heel, sucking your teeth as your coworker arched her eyebrow at you.

The next Thursday, you had his order ready when he arrived, but in an effort to restore the power balance, you had your coworker bring it to the handoff. You could feel Miguel’s eyes on you as you zipped busily behind the counter, making drinks. He watched you intently for the entirety of his visit. You allowed yourself exactly three glances his way. Each time, you could tell that you were getting him riled up. You had the feeling that no one ever said no to him, and you weren’t giving him the attention he so clearly desired.

Perhaps the timing was right, or perhaps your brush-off worked, but the following week was different. You could tell something had changed when he walked in. He was all business, his shoulders squared beneath his navy suit jacket, his bearded jaw set. He looked… like he was done playing games. The thought sent an involuntary shiver crawling down your spine.

“Good morning, Miguel,” you said coyly as he approached the handoff where you had his drink waiting for him.

“(Y/N),” he offered in response, a devilish glint in his eye.

“I’d like to get this to go,” he continued, motioning to his coffee, and your heart plummeted, immediately assuming you had somehow messed this up for yourself.

“Uh, sure,” you retorted. “Not a problem.” You turned away to remake his drink in a to-go cup, mentally kicking yourself already. When you returned to hand him his drink, he was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, studying you.

“There’s something else I’d like.” He pushed himself off the wall and leaned over the counter conspiratorially, his mouth very close to your ear. His tone was smooth, with just enough authority to make your thighs clench. “You. On your back. In my bed.”

His words squeezed the breath out of your lungs. You pulled back for a moment to meet his gaze, the corners of your mouth twitching upwards. Your pulse thrummed under your skin. “Also, not a problem,” you murmured, proud of how smooth you managed to sound, despite the rolodex of emotions spinning in your head.

***

“Fuck – Miguel!” you moaned, your back arching off of his 1,000 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets as he slid his fingers between your folds, his mouth and beard glistening with your juices. You watched him smirk from his position between your legs, his fingers stretching you exquisitely. He had one of your knees pinned roughly to the bed, keeping you spread for him. You clutched at the sheets on either side of you, but your hands started to wander as he found his rhythm inside you. His thumb circled your clit roughly as your fingers dragged themselves down your body. One hand found a home pinching and twisting your nipple, the sharp twinge punctuating the slow heat building in your core. Your other hand gripped at Miguel’s hair as his tongue lapped at your clit again, and you couldn’t help yourself as you ground your hips harder against his face, whining in pleasure.

Your first orgasm rolled through you like a wave, your whole body convulsing repeatedly as you rode it, wailing Miguel’s name in its wake. He climbed over you as you came down, his thick cock hanging against the inside of your thigh and you shivered, eager to be stretched around him as he fucked you into his fancy mattress. He eyed you hungrily as he moved to press his mouth to your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. When you had been lulled into the gentleness of his ministrations, he bit down hard on your shoulder, sinking roughly into you at the same time, and you cried out as the sensation took your breath away. You clung to Miguel, your fingers clawing frantically at his back, as he bottomed out, thrusting hard and deep.

A low groan rumbled in his chest as he rolled his hips against yours. You relished in the sounds of your fucking echoing in the spacious room, his hips snapping furiously against your ass. He tossed your legs over his shoulders and pounded harder into you, the new angle sinking him even deeper. The fire in his eyes excited you and had your pussy throbbing around him.

“Ahh, Jesus, Miguel, just like that,” you gasped, feeling the pressure building in your core. The higher he took you, the emptier your mind became, until all you knew was the ache to be filled. Miguel pulled your hands off of him, grabbing your wrists roughly and pinning them to the bed above your head, never breaking stride.

“Please don’t stop,” you cried, your eyes screwed shut, quickly approaching another orgasm. Miguel dropped himself onto his elbows to hover over you, the added stimulation over your clit wrecking you. Your second orgasm snapped, spots bursting behind your eyelids and you clenched around Miguel completely. He fucked you through it and moments later he was pulling out to kneel in front of you on the bed, stroking himself desperately before releasing ropes of hot cum on your chest.

He was breathing hard as he ran a finger through the sticky mess on your chest and brought it up to your lips. He watched with dark eyes as you opened your mouth obediently and sucked the taste of him off of his fingers.

After a moment, his face relaxed and he pulled himself off the bed, returning from the bathroom with a damp rag. He gently cleaned off your chest, grazing your clavicle with his lips. You couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped you, at the image of Miguel Galindo cleaning you up.

“What?” he asked with a lopsided smile.

“Hope you’re not expecting me to give you my employee discount from now on,” you snickered.

Miguel grinned. “I think I can afford a cup of coffee, querida.”

***

You were more than a little surprised when Miguel showed up at your door late one Saturday morning. You had been sleeping together for a few months by then; sometimes at fancy hotels, but usually at his home, in his bed. Well, and on a lot of his other furniture. But considering that he lived in a very expensive house with lavish trappings and armed security, him coming to your shitty apartment in Santo Padre was unprecedented. But there he was, standing at your door, while you stared back at him wide-eyed. You drank in his suited appearance while you stood before him in bare feet and an oversized Guns ‘n Roses t-shirt.

“Good morning, princesa,” he said smoothly, that notorious smirk fastened to his lips. “May I come in?”

You shifted from foot to foot. “Uh, sure, I guess.” You stepped back to allow him through.

You watched skeptically as he gazed around him. He kept his expression smoothed into neutrality, making it impossible to read him. Most apartments in Santo Padre were old and somewhat run down. You had worked hard to make yours feel homey. It was small, but your couch was new, and you had a nice TV you had saved up for. There was framed art on the walls and pictures on the shelves. If he had said anything negative about your home, the only space you had to yourself, you might have thrown him out. Perhaps he sensed this; either way, he kept his mouth shut.

“Can I get you something to drink?” you asked courteously, the nicety feeling strange on your tongue considering that not two days ago that same tongue had been wrapped around his cock.

“Coffee?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes, but still let the grin settle on your lips.

You padded to the kitchen and pulled out two ceramic pour-over sets, your grinder, and the most expensive beans you had on hand. You got started on the familiar, comforting process of making coffee, letting yourself focus on the grinding and the pouring and the steeping, while your mind tried to parse out what Miguel was doing here.

When the coffee was done, you returned to the living room to find Miguel sitting on your couch, gazing down at the papers you had been going through strewn chaotically across the coffee table. He glanced up at you as you entered, a rare smile gracing his features, but you caught the furrow of his brows before he looked up.

You handed him the cup of coffee with an arched brow.

“You need a better system of organization,” he chided, motioning towards the mess.

You shrugged as you dropped onto the couch beside him. “Probably, but I would need to find the motivation to organize it first. Looking at all of this makes me depressed,” you responded, only half-joking.

Miguel studied you seriously for a moment. Then his features relaxed and your chest unclenched accordingly. He set his cup on the coffee table and settled back into your couch as you pulled your legs up under you, getting comfortable.

“So,” you started, drawing the word out. “What brings you to the wrong side of the tracks this fine morning, Miguel?”

You caught the irritation that flashed in his eyes as he turned to look at you. But he eased up when he spotted your wry grin.

“Needed a break from work,” he said simply, his hands gently pulling your feet onto his lap.

“So, you came to hide out in the last place they’d look for you, huh?”

He grinned. “Something like that.”

He drew a low groan out of you as he pressed a thumb to the insole of your foot. You had worked a double yesterday and your feet were killing you. You closed your eyes, your head dropping against the couch cushions as you relaxed into his touch.

When you opened them a few minutes later, Miguel’s hungry stare was focused on you.

“Fuck, querida, the sounds you make,” he growled, reaching for your hips and pulling you roughly onto his lap, your back pressed against his firm chest. You let your head drop back onto his shoulder, his breath in your ear sending tremors down your back. His hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch teasing against the fabric of your panties. Your pussy clenched in anticipation, and you moaned, a low, wanton sound that had Miguel restraining you firmly with his free arm.

“So needy for me, (Y/N).” With a quick flick of his wrist, he had pulled your panties off and let them drop to the floor. He draped your legs over his, opening you wide for him. His middle finger caressed your slick folds, frustratingly slowly. Patience wasn’t your strong suit, and Miguel very much enjoyed lording that over you.

A low rumble reverberated in his chest as he swatted at the side of your bare ass on his lap. “Beg for it,” he commanded, nipping hard at your neck. You yelped at the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain.

“Please, Miguel. Please, I need you.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, rocking on Miguel’s lap, as much as his hold would allow, desperate for more friction.

“That’s better,” he remarked as he plunged two fingers into you. Your mouth hung open in a silent cry, devastated by the feeling of him stretching you. The pace he set was savage, and you were quickly approaching the edge.

“Fuck, I – I’m so close,” you wailed, the rolling in your hips no longer under your control.

So he pulled his fingers out. A petulant whine escaped your throat before you could stop it and you heard Miguel tut chidingly in your ear.

“Up,” he ordered, and you rose off his lap. He pulled at your waist and bent you over the arm of the couch, positioning himself behind you. You heard his pants dropping to the floor before a firm smack landed first on one cheek, then the other, making you rock forward against the couch, wetness sliding between your thighs.

“Please,” you whispered, and Miguel cracked, pushing his thick cock between your folds. He sheathed himself inside you, his grip bruising on your hips. After giving you a moment to adjust to his size, he pulled out and slammed back into you, returning to his brutal pace from earlier. He looped a strong arm around your torso and hauled you up, his fingers finding their place in a firm grasp around your throat. He fucked furiously up into you, your living room permeated with primal grunts and moans.

Your fingers wandered needily to your clit, twirling around it until the tight coil in your belly snapped and you were coming, writhing so forcefully that you broke from Miguel’s grasp and caught yourself with trembling hands on the arm of the couch. Miguel reached down and gripped your hair, tugging just enough to turn your head to the side, watching you come down from your high. His cock was punishing inside you and you were trembling from overstimulation, but you knew he was close. His jaw clenched and he leaned over you, pressing his forehead against your spine, fucking you deep.

A few more thrusts like that and Miguel was coming undone inside you, his cock twitching with his release. From the corner of your eye, you could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he pulled out, immediately going to fetch a towel from the bathroom. He cleaned you up, placing gentle kisses on the red marks on your ass and combing his fingers through your hair. You grabbed his hand and led him to your bedroom, pulling under the covers with you, your eyes already heavy with sleep.

A short nap later, you shuffled back out to the living room, leaving Miguel asleep in your bed. Despite your little interlude, you had to be somewhat productive today. You sighed, steeling yourself for the stack of bills still awaiting you. Your rent and tuition bill would be the priority. There had been more fee hikes at the school, so you were probably looking at another couple of months of pulling as many doubles as you could manage to cover expenses. Plus, you had to consider the cost of your textbooks. As you perched on the edge of the couch with your elbows on your knees, you scanned the sea of papers looking for the tuition statement. Your eyes widened as you located it, a soft “what the fuck?” escaping your lips.

There was a check on top of it. For the total amount of your tuition for the semester. Signed by Miguel Galindo.

You picked up the check with trembling fingers, as though terrified it might disintegrate if you thought about it too hard. You stared at it, your thumb tracing over the check amount, as you stood robotically and made your way back to the bedroom.

Miguel was still asleep, facing the edge of the bed, the almost permanent stress lines around his eyes and mouth gone. You sat heavily on the floor beside him, your head almost touching his, still staring down at the check in your hands.

“Miguel, what is this?” you asked softly, and with a groan, he opened his eyes.

It took him a moment to register what was happening, but when he did, he shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t want you to have to work doubles all month. Then I’ll never get to see you.”

A quiet hum thrummed in your throat. “This is a lot of money,” you muttered.

His lips turned up into a grin, a hint of condescension behind his sleepy eyes. “No, it’s really not, princesa.”

Your brain worked hard to process what was happening. What he was doing. “Does this mean you’re like, paying me for sex, essentially?”

Miguel heaved a heavy sigh and sat up in bed, pulling you into his lap. He buried his nose in your shoulder, his lips gliding softly across your skin. “Consider it mutually beneficial. I need something from you,” he growled, trailing a hand teasingly under your shirt, “and you need something that I can give you in return. And like I said, I would be a very unhappy man if I never get to do this,” he continued, pinching your nipple roughly, eliciting a fragile whine as your mind snapped to attention, “because you’re always at work, especially when I can do something about it.”

You nodded, a little dazed, and Miguel pulled you against him as he laid back down, spooning you. You began to relax as you talked yourself into the arrangement. You were already having sex, right? So, this was just… sweetening the pot? You imagined for a moment how much less stressful your life could be if you didn’t have to spend all your time either in classes or at work to pay for classes. You could have more time to study, more time to cook so you wouldn’t be living on fast food. And you certainly weren’t going to turn down more time with Miguel.

You chuckled quietly and Miguel squeezed your hand questioningly.

“Does this make you my sugar daddy?” you asked with a laugh.

Miguel scoffed. “Not a fan of that term, but I suppose that is an accurate description.”

You rolled over to face him, meeting his heated gaze. You wrapped a leg over his hips and threaded your fingers into his hair, desire blossoming in your belly. “What about just daddy, then?”

You watched that signature smirk appear, the clenching of his jaw hinting at his swelling arousal. He rolled you onto your back, pinning you roughly to the bed. “Now that, querida, I can work with.”

#mayans fx #mayans mc #mayansmc #miguel galindo #miguel galindo x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans oneshot #miguel galindo oneshot

[fairytalesofthewind]

Can I request The Avengers with winged!male!reader, who is a new member of their team? Reader is a ball of joy and love, he's like everyone's kid, until he gets snatched by Hydra agents and later is found with one of his wings cut off, leaving a permanent and ugly scar on his back. After that he shuts down completely, lays in his bed all day long and doesn't talk to anyone : he became a wreck of the person he used to be.

I really would like to see The Avengers helping him cope and Tony coming up with some crazy idea, which lead to Reader receiving a prosthetic wing and once again becoming an official member of The Avengers.

Anon, you are a true genius!

warnings: hydra (so also torture, a bit of gore, and kidnapping)

+ implied Stucky 

I called the male reader Icarus, you’ll find out why ;) I may be a little bit too obsessed by mythology. Sorry that I didn’t write with ‘you’. 

wordcount: 2424

Requests are open!

Icarus was found by shield at age 15. He had been an experiment of hydra for 3 years. He remembered the day the Avengers had infiltrated the facility where the majority of hydra worked. He remembered hearing the explosions and screams while he was trapped in the many cells of the building’s basement. The only occupied cell what that of his.

He had felt his surroundings shaking, had felt the dust falling on him as the building was ready to collapse. And then the bombs stopped getting fired. The screams had stopped. Icarus had thought the fight had completely stopped and that the people were either dead or that the people had fled. Icarus had thought no one was coming for him, and that he was trapped in his cell, no way to escape.

But then he had heard a single loud bang. It came from the door leading to the basement. He saw that the metal door had an imprint of a fist in it. Then he heard another loud bang, and saw how the imprint expanded. After a few more hits, the door gave away and fell to the floor.

A man with a metal came walking up to him. Icarus knew who he was, emphasis on was. Because the man ushering towards him wasn’t the Winter Soldier anymore. That was what the agents had told him.

“Hey kid. Hang on in there, we’ll get you out as soon as possible.” He said and came closer and inspected the outside of his cell. More specifically, the keypad in front of it. “Hey Stark, I’m gonna need your help here with some tech.” Bucky came even closer to his cell and Icarus’ eyes widen as his hands neared the glass.

“Stop!” Icarus yelled. Bucky froze at the command, and dragged his eyes up slowly to the panicked boy in front of him. “You can’t touch the glass.” Icarus warned him, his tone a bit softer. “It’ll trigger the alarms and then gas will come out of the ceiling.” Bucky frowned looked up at the top of the cell. In each corner was a camera, along with a small metal tube coming out of the walls. He supposed that the gas would come out of there.

“Is the gas deadly?” He asked the boy, there were probably going to trigger the alarms trying to get him out. But they would have to find another way if the gas is really dangerous.

“No,” Icarus started, “it just makes me go to sleep.” Bucky nodded as stepped away from the glass container. They would have to wait for a few minutes until help – the help being Tony- arrived.

“So…” The boy drawled out, “Are you really a 100 years old?” He wanted to look at Icarus with a ‘are you serious’- look but as he saw the curiosity written on his face, he responded a soft smile.

“I’m 106 years old.” He felt a pang of amusement as he watched Icarus’ eyes widen.

“Isn’t that a bit weird?” Bucky tilted his head, silently asked the boy what he meant by that. “You know…with friends, and lovers. You’re much older than them.”

Suddenly Stark entered the basement and said: “Well, Bucky doesn’t have any problem with that seeing as his boyfriend is also a super soldier and also very old.” He strutted over to the keypad on his cell. Icarus stared at him with wide eyes because – oh my God this is The Tony Stark.

“Friday baby, tell me how to get the angel out.” He said. Icarus blushed a bit, most of the agents didn’t call him an angel because of his wings. But rather demon. He didn’t which one fit the best seeing as he had neither white wings, nor black, but brown wings.

Tony was quiet for a few long seconds. He looked concentrated, not that they could see his face through the helmet, but his head was tilted just a bit. He let out a loud drawn-out sigh and said: “Yeah, no can do, that’s going to take hours. I’m just gonna blast it.”

Icarus straightened up immediately, if he were to do that he would just trigger the alarms. It wouldn’t do much to the glass either, because it was made of something special. Before Icarus could let out a warning, he heard the zooming of Iron Man’s blasters and then he heard a small explosion.

The boy made eye contact with Bucky after he saw gas coming out of the metal tubes. Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, he picked up the curse words both of the men let out.

Only a few hours later did Icarus wake up. It was very quiet around him, but there was also an unfamiliar sound that he didn’t recognise that made him realise that he wasn’t in his cell anymore. Did the agents change their mind on waiting a few more months to send him on a mission? Did they suddenly decide to get rid of him? Did they-

“Ah, you’re waking up.” The voice was so much more gentle than he was used hearing. It reminded him of how his family used to talk to him.

They were dead now, by the way, with courtesy of hydra.

Icarus opened his eyes and looked to his right where the voice had come from. He recognised the man, he was the Falcon. Sam was still wearing his suit, with his metal wings. Icarus eyes fell to the said wings and frowned.

“You know, you guys are in big trouble.” The people around him straightened up. Already thinking of the possible things the boy could say. There was something you didn’t think about, this was just a distraction and now the shield base has been taken care of properly. You lost-

“These are copyrighted.” Icarus pointed to his own wings. “I could sue you for plagiarism.” Sam lowered his head in relief as he let out a little chuckle.

“I’ll pass it on to the boss.” He said as he looked to the other side of Icarus. The boy followed the line of sight and saw Tony sitting on the other side of him. He was immediately attacked with concerned questions about how he was feeling. Tony told him that they were going to bring Icarus somewhere safe, there were going to give him a home. But all Icarus could think about was, oh my God, this is The Tony Stark.

Icarus was 16 when he started his training. He was done basically living in the hospital wing of the tower. Apparently hydra had really taken a toll on him. Physically and mentally.

He had begged the captain to train him. But Steve had refused time and time again claiming that Icarus wasn’t ready yet.

Between recovery and asking for training, he became friends with Sam. Well, he became friends with everyone. You could even say that he became their family. But it happened with Sam the fastest. Sam took care of him from the start. He visited Icarus every day to check up on him. He helped the boy get comfortable. Icarus saw Sam as a…dad?

They would fly together almost every night. They would soar over countless buildings in New-York. They would stop on skyscrapers and talk about everything and nothing. Sam became his best friend, he became his family.

Icarus was 17 when he realised how much the Avengers truly cared about him. It was his first mission, and the Avengers were acting like overbearing mother hens. It wasn’t even a big mission, it was just to pick something up and bring it from place A to B. But due an unexpected rainstorm Icarus couldn’t fly back. He arrived hours later than he should’ve had at the meeting point.

And to say he had received an ear full about it was an understatement. For the next few days after that mission, he had heard one rant to the other. It was all the same: about how he was precious, about how bad it would be to lose him because he was their family. He was their ray of sun- no scratch that- he was their sun. He was their kid.

Icarus was 18 years and 2 months old when one of his mission went seriously wrong. Sam wasn’t there to support him in the sky. And Tony was needed on the ground. But as multiple planes left to escape, he had to go after them. There weren’t only hydra agents on those plane, but also innocent hostages. Hostages that would probably get used for the same purpose Icarus had been used for.

So he couldn’t just let the planes go. He went after the plane of which he thought was filled with hostages, but was only filled with agents. He had entered the plane just before it’s backdoor had closed. He realised his mistake as he was suddenly surrounded by a dozen men with guns.

One of the men closest to him raised his gun towards him and shot. Icarus felt a sharp prick on his neck and he already knew what was going to happen. Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, he picked up the curse words his family let out on the comms.

Icarus was 18 when he was recaptured by hydra.

Hydra had claimed they had no use for him. They already had a better reproduction of him.

But that didn’t mean that we are just going to get rid of you, no stupid demon boy. We are going to have a bit of fun with you.

Icarus was 18 years and 5 months when he lost one of the most important things of his life.

He lost of one his wings. That means that he not only lost one of his limbs, but he also lost being able to fly.

He wouldn’t be able to do the thing he loved the most, he wouldn’t be able to fly anymore.

Icarus was 18 years and 8 months old when the Avengers had to save him again from hydra. But the boy they saved wasn’t the Icarus that had been captured. He was missing something –besides from the obvious; his wing.  

From the moment Icarus had returned home, everything went just a bit worse day by day. He was unhappy, of course he was. Not only had he lost his wing, but he also had a very large scar where it used to be.

He felt terrible. He would spend almost every hour buried under the safety of his blankets in his bed. He didn’t leave his room, no matter how much his family tried to get him out.

One day Bucky entered his room, he brought some tea and breakfast with him. “Good morning, little angel…” The rest he said fell on deaf ears. Icarus had buried himself under his blankets himself.

A few seconds later felt the cold rushing over him. The bed dipped beside him, Bucky sat on the blanket so that Icarus couldn’t use them to hide anymore. But it didn’t really help much as the boy just turned his back to him, his one wing currently hiding himself.

Bucky cleared his throat. “Look, I know how much this sucks. I lost my arm, I know how it feels.” Suddenly Icarus had sat up, and was now looking at him with an angry face.

“You think you know how I feel?!” Icarus pushed him off the bed. They were now both standing with Icarus pointing a furious finger at him. “You just lost your fucking arm! I didn’t just lose my wing, no I lost the thing I loved the most! I can’t fly anymore, and you know whose fault is that?” Icarus kept walking closer and Bucky kept stepping further away from the boy.

“It’s my fault! I was overtaken by my giddiness of the mission and I got distracted, I was too overconfident.” Bucky was almost in the hallway with the way he kept backing up.

“And besides, James. You got a metal arm in return. You can still do everything!” Unlike Bucky, Icarus didn’t have another wing.

And that, had given Bucky an idea.

Icarus was 18 years and 11 months when Tony had dragged him out of his wing towards his lab. He didn’t give him any choice to struggle back, he was coming whether he wanted to or not.

Tony had covered his eyes just before they entered the lab. He had made him sit on a stool. He heard a few nervous coughs, so he knew that the other were there as well.

Tony granted his sight back after a few seconds of rambling something that Icarus was too tired to listen to.

“-and we hope you will like this…”

In front of him, on a stand, was a metal wing. It was a similar size of his own. He had thought: what is the point of a monument? But then Icarus realised that what he was seeing wasn’t just a metal wing, it was also a suit. He felt a few tears roll down his cheek and immediately afterwards felt someone’s arms going around him.

“Oh, it’s alright, angel. It’s going to be alright.” They let him cry his heart out, patiently being there for him.

It was a few days later that Icarus sat in the craftsman’s lab again. Tony was securing the many straps on his new suit. He explained him the rules of the new suit, of what it could and couldn’t do. “Now, Sam will help you fly again. He knows how the metal wing work. My advice for now is to not fly too low, or too high. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

Icarus was 19 when he was given back the thing he loved most; being able to fly. He was able to be happy again. He picked up the nightly flights with Sam again. Sometimes staying away from the Tower until 5AM. He was almost back to his normal self; he was already back to being the most energetic member of the team, and he showed how grateful he was almost every second of the day.

This night he was sitting on a building with Sam eating his pepperoni pizza.

“You know, you’re in trouble, right?” Icarus looked up at Sam with raised eyebrows.

“These are copyrighted, and you know, I could sue you.” Sam pointed at his metal wings with a small smirk.

“Copyrighted my ass, you can’t beat the original.”

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