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whiskeyswriting · 11 months

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Peter's Way Home | Chapter 1: Peter's Ladybug

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It had been the hardest three months after losing your mom and now today is the first day back at Midtown Science High School. While it wasn’t the first day of school, that’s what it felt like to you.

It had been an accident they said. The fire couldn’t be contained in the restaurant's kitchen. She died saving her coworkers. She was a hero. Yet, it didn’t feel like an accident when it felt more like negligence on her job’s part. Had the fire extinguishers been properly maintained or the windows not been painted shut, you would still have your mother.

The sound of a skateboard along the sidewalk drew you out of your thoughts. “Hey, ladybug!” Your best friend calls out to you.

“Hi Peter,” you say softly, needing to get used to using your voice again.

“Are you sure you’re ready to come back to school and deal with the idiots?” He teases.

“Someone has to keep them in line right?” You bump your shoulder with his. “So tell me everything that I’ve missed.”

You smile as Peter starts on his rambling catching you up on everything that had been going on at school.

The morning at school had gone by quicker than you anticipated. Your teachers had already been reminded that you had been homeschooling while you were in your months of grief.

It wasn’t easy. There was no point in lying about it. There were days when you would do your schooling at your dad’s fire station. On other days, you stayed with Peter’s Aunt May and Uncle Ben. They had always been great neighbors since you moved into the neighborhood but in the last few years, they became your second family.

During lunch, you head to the courtyard and you spot Peter and make your way to him. Before you can reach him, you hear him telling Flash to put another kid down. Next thing you know, Flash is beating Peter up.

“Eugene!” You yell out at the same time as Gwen approaches him. “I’ll walk with Flash. You check on Peter,” you tell Gwen, knowing of Peter’s crush on her.

You had once hoped he would crush on you but his happiness mattered more to you, so you would help him win the girl of his dreams.

“Flash! What the hell was that for?” You ask him harshly. “You promised me you would leave Peter alone.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in close for a hug. “I’m sorry. Welcome back to school. I should have given my best girl a hug before now.”

You return the hug. “Thank you, Flash! But I won't tutor you again if I see or hear you making fun of Peter... No matter what.”

You didn’t notice that, as you talked with Flash, Peter spotted you and felt annoyed that you two were hugging. He knew he had no right. You were entitled to your own friends. But did Flash have to be one of them?

It was surprising to anyone to hear that Flash Thompson and you were friends. You were considered one of the nerds. Flash was the jock everyone loved. Well, mostly everyone. Your friendship with Flash blossomed from your days studying at the firehouse. His father and older brother were firefighters, so he would often visit and sit with you as you tutored him.

“Since you’re my best girl, it’s only fair that I take you as my date to homecoming,” he says smiling charmingly at you.

“That would be fun,” you reply. “Come on, let’s get to class and we can talk more later about homecoming.”

“Actually,” he shuffles his feet nervously. “I was hoping you’d say yes to being my girlfriend. I’ve got a crush on you and well we’re a good team.”

You weren’t blind. Flash was handsome. You both got along pretty well. You both actually had things in common. Though it’s not the guy you would have hoped for, you nodded yes.

“Woooo! She said she’ll be my girlfriend,” Flash yells with a laugh.

When you’re in class, you can hear Gwen asking Peter if he knew his name. You try not to giggle when you sense him getting flustered at talking with her.

After school, you and Gwen discuss what topics to go over at the next debate team meeting. The subject then changes to boys.

“So I heard Flash asked you out,” Gwen says with a teasing smile.

“Did the whole school find out?” You reply laughing.

“Oh Flash was telling everybody that would listen that he got his dream girl.”

“Dream girl?” You scoff in disbelief.

“That’s what he was saying to the basketball team in gym,” she continued teasing.

You groan and hide your face. Never had Flash shown any such interest in you so it left you confused as to why he would say you were his dream girl. It’s not that you weren’t pretty, but you knew the more popular girls in school would typically be the Dream Girl for someone like Flash.

Of course, hearing those words boosted your self-esteem a bit. It took you a few more minutes to refocus on the debate team.

Once done with debate, you waited for Peter to finish his photographs so you could walk home together.

“Ladybug!” He came and hug attacked you, wincing when his sides brushed up against your backpack.

“Peter, when will you stop calling me that?”

“Mmmm… Let me think about it… Never.”

“What about when you get married? And then I get married? And we’re both old…? You’ll still call me ladybug?”

He turns to you and grabs your shoulders. “We’ll be ghosts and I’ll still call you ladybug… Besides, it’s how I keep your mom’s memory alive.”

You stop walking for a moment. “What?”

“Your mom. The day you moved into the neighborhood… you were wearing a ladybug dress and so was your mom. She was calling you her little ladybug.”

“I never knew you knew.”

Arriving home, you find your dad had the night off today. “Hey! So I decided we could have pizza and wings. I also got your mom’s favorite movies so we can make fun of her taste,” he teases but the pain could still be heard.

You rush to hug him. “Sounds like the best night we’ve had in a while… So, uhm guess who asked me out?”

“Peter finally asked you out?”

Your eyes widen. “No. Why would you think it was Peter?”

“Because you two are always together and inseparable. I know one day you’ll end up together.”

“Sorry to burst that bubble, Dad. But it was Flash that asked me out… Both for homecoming and as his girlfriend.”

Your dad sighs deeply and pouts. “I don’t want you growing up. But know I’ll help you with anything for the dance… You know you have May to help too… I have some of your mom’s jewelry that you can use.”

“I love you, Dad.”

As you’re getting ready for bed after the movie, there’s a knock on your window. “I’m decent Peter. You can come in.”

He smiles at your fuzzy socks and the fact that you’re wearing your mom’s cheerleading sweater as your pajama top. “Do you still have her perfume to spray on the sweater?”

“Yeah. I sometimes wear it to feel her close again.”

“Tell me more about her,” he says as he lays on your bed. He knows you have been having a hard time sleeping after your mom’s death so he’s kept his promise of being there with you at night to help you sleep.

Only that today would be the last night for a while he would be there for you. Eventually, another entity would take over your thoughts at night.

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tngrace · 1 year

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Grace's POV of the phone call she has with Jake from @mrsjaderogers story. Must read it first.

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When his phone rings, Jake is extremely surprised to see Grace's name. Especially since he just saw Alana at the store a few hours previously. No way they'd already talked, but maybe they had.

"Grace? Is everything ok? You're supposed to be enjoying the beaches and your husband for the 2nd time around?" Jake drawls instead of saying hello.

"Jacob Seresin let me tell you something. I would do anything... I do mean anything for my two best friends and wifes so you better listen and listen real good. I don't know who you think you are but I thought I knew you better than this! I'm so mad at you right now! You better be glad I'm out of the country at the moment."

"Ummmm...."

"Oh no. This is a you shut up and listen not a you talk conversation."

Jake stares at his phone totally confused. Between Grace and Baylie he would expect a call like this from Baylie, not Grace. Besides he's not totally sure what he's done, except see Alana at the store.

"I cannot believe you!!!!! Actually in some ways yea I can see you sleeping with her. I know you like her but to fuck her and leave her and ignore her all these months and make her go through all of this alone?!?!?! Alone?! Especially... fucking especially after you found out Sydney was lying to you?! What?! You thought Lan would to? Well fuck you Jake. She is not like that bitch of an ex you've got. She is so much better. And I thought you were too."

"Are you done?"

"No! Fuck no I'm not! My best friend has been through hell, keeping your secret, puking her guts up, going to appointments alone when Bay and I couldn't go with her. And for what?! All because you couldn't be bothered to answer her?! Not even when you learned the truth about Sydney! You're better than this Jake and I don't even know what to think anymore. You broke my best friend's heart."

"Grace... I don't know what you think happened but I haven't heard from Alana since the Navy awards ceremony.

"Bullshit Jake! Bull fucking shit. She told us... she told us she couldn't tell us who the baby daddy was because she wanted to tell him first but he wasn't taking her calls or texts. Fuck she even emailed and that got ignored too."

"What?!"

"God I know you're blonde Jake but you're not stupid!"

"Grace! I'm serious. I haven't heard from Alana except for when I ran into her at the store a few hours ago! She hasn't tried calling or texting!"

"YES SHE HAS! She tried to tell you about the baby; I know she did! She wouldn't lie to me or Baylie about that. She never told us it was you but I saw that baby today and I knew. I knew my niece was yours. I swear to god Jake you better have this fixed before I get back into town tomorrow or I will kill you before Baylie ever does. My best friend and niece deserve better than your Hangman routine. I thought you were done with that."

Grace's disappointment and ire come through the phone and hit Jake right in the heart on top of the bomb she just dropped on him.

"We still love you Jake but you have screwed up royally. Fix it." And with that Grace hangs up on him.

She turns around and texts Baylie next. "Now I know why you yell at Jake all the time, it feels good. Our girls deserve better. See you when you get home. Xoxo."

Then she finishes packing to head back home and see her girls.

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callmemana · 1 year

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Congrats on your followers my friend!!!

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Hello! Thank you Mama Whiskey!

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I used it in Arms Wide Open when Birdie is doing a training maneuver with I think Rooster & Hangman and Jake’s the actual person to say it.

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whiskeyswriting · 2 years

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Natural | Chapter 1: Natural

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📝A/N: Song lyrics incorporated will be in bold and blue. Flashbacks will be italicized. Any lines or scenes used from the books and/or movies will be done in green. I do not own the characters of the Divergent series. The credit for that goes to Veronica Roth for creating the series. As such, anything in green or blue are the intellectual property of their respective owners.

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This is it. The moment your future, and that of all the factions, changes forever. You hear your name called again during the choosing ceremony.

As you walk towards the stage, your blue sweater clinging to your body, you recall that the choice of faction was already made by you. For a few years now, your life and training and education had been leading to this moment.

As you grab the knife in your hand, you take a moment to look over the five metal bowls. Each one contains a substance that represents each faction: gray stones for Abnegation, water for Erudite, earth for Amity, lit coals for Dauntless, and glass for Candor.

Taking the knife in your hand, you remind yourself that the cut will sting. Your training, however, kicks in before you can hesitate. You press the cool metal deeper into the palm of your hand and then drag it down until you see the blood pooling into your palm. Before it can fall onto your clothing or the floor, you move your hand so that the blood drips over the coals of Dauntless.

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Three Years Ago

“You can do this! You know how to cheat the aptitude test. You’ve already learned knife throwing. Now it’s hand-to-hand combat,” you hear your father exclaim.

You stand in the middle of the room facing the boxing bag. Hands bare and knuckles already red and bloodied, you make sure to keep your feet firmly planted and keep your core tense to ground yourself. Closing your eyes, your stop to focus on the sounds and air around you. Before the hit comes, you feel the change in the air of someone being in front of you. You turn to your left and bring your arms up to block the blow.

Ducking, you punch your opponent’s stomach and you focus on the air that rushes out of them. You then sweep your leg under theirs and they fall. Finally opening your eyes, you move to wrestle them to keep them on the ground. What surprises you is the kick to your back which causes you to loosen your grip on them.

“You will have to learn to take hits as well as giving them. You already chose Dauntless. You have three years to prepare for your initiation,” your father tells you as he helps you up from the floor.

You nod and grab your water bottle and drink. “We still don’t know what exactly it is that Jeanine is trying to create. I’ve been following them to see but have found nothing so far.”

“Just be careful. We can’t risk you getting caught and our plans falling through.”

You both walk in silence back to the living room.

“Dad? What if I can’t succeed in this…? What if out of the 10 other the factions have been and are being trained… what if I’m the one to fail?” You ask after a few minutes.

Normally, your Erudite training would suffice in keeping you confident. However, you were facing an uncertain future which caused your inner Candor to speak up.

"Love, you were not selected for this just because you're the daughter of two divergent and Erudite leaders. You were selected because you have always demonstrated your intelligence, bravery, and honesty when dealing with others. Those are the qualities of a true Dauntless leader that will restore our city to the original purpose for its founding.”

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After the Choosing Ceremony, you joined the other initiates in running to jump on the train. The adrenaline rushes as you, purposefully, jumped in at the last minute, just before the platform ended. You stay standing by the open door feeling the air rushing and letting the sound of the passing buildings calm you for what was to come.

An exhilarated shout comes out from you as you jump from the train to the top of the building. You knew you were here for a reason. You were trained for this moment. Leaving behind your family and friends in Erudite was not easy, but you knew the importance of you being Dauntless now.

The training, however, did not show you how to tamper down your excited energy. 'Oh well. I'm still me,' you think as you start listening to what is going on around you.

“Several stories below us is the members’ entrance to our compound. If you can’t muster the will to jump off, you don’t belong here.” You tuned out the rest of the speech as you made your way to the front of the group of initiates.

You knew what the leaders were trying to do: intimidate from the beginning to identify the weak initiates.

Next to Max, whom you had learned was one of the Dauntless leaders, stood a young man with piercings over his right brow and tattoos on his neck. There was something about him that called out to you, making him seem familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint it at the moment. ‘Cute… but not my reason for being here,’ you think to yourself.

You don’t hesitate as you push your way to the front. Smiling, you stand on the ledge face up. “Took an oath by the blood on my hand, won't break it,” you say, and with a wink towards the young tattooed man you let yourself fall backward.

Max and the other Dauntless leaders look over the edge in disbelief.

“She’s a natural,” Max tells the rest. “She will be your biggest competition during the first stage of initiation. Now who is willing to go against her and jump next?”

As the initiates slowly make the jump, Max directs Eric and one of the other leaders to keep an eye on you throughout initiation. “She’ll be trouble if her smirk was anything to go by.”

At that, Eric’s interest was slightly piqued. From the moment you jumped from the train his eyes fell on you. The blue of your sweater reminded him of a place he once called home. But this is his home now and he refuses to let anything or anyone distract him from completing his mission.

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callmemana · 1 year

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whiskeyswriting · 1 year

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Natural Masterlist

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Chapter 1: Natural

Chapter 2: Gloves Up

Chapter 3: Fighter

Chapter 4: Bring Me To Life

Chapter 5:

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😍pairing: Eric Coulter x F!Reader | ⚠️warning: canon typical violence in the series; mentions of blood, knife; implied smut

📝A/N: Song lyrics incorporated will be in bold and blue. Flashbacks will be italicized. Any lines or scenes used from the books and/or movies will be done in green. This is a work of fiction. Please do not copy or post anywhere else. Feel free to like and reblog but do give credit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. I do not own any of the photos included in this post. Photos used have been from Pinterest or Tumblr or Instagram. I do not own the characters of the Divergent series. The credit for that goes to Veronica Roth for creating the series. As such, anything in green or blue are the intellectual property of their respective owners.

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whiskeyswriting · 1 year

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Natural | Chapter 4: Bring Me to Life

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The kiss took you by surprise but you didn't push him away. instead, you pull him closer to you as you deepen the kiss.

“Eric… We can’t.” This time you gently push him away. “I’m just an initiate… Remember?”

“You’re more than just an initiate. You’re a spy. And a damn good one at that.”

“I am just an initiate. I can’t and won’t skip through the ranks.”

Eric steps back and starts pacing. “We can’t be seen together. And don’t think I’ll take it easier on you in training. As a matter of fact, I’ll make it more difficult.”

“I’d never expect anything different from you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You take a step back and increase the distance between you. “You know exactly what I mean Eric. We have a mission to complete and we’re not here to make friends.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You have the chance to start over if anything goes wrong.”

“That’s where you’re mistaken, Eric… I’m the one that doesn’t get a promised future. You do. You’re already a faction leader.”

He starts following you in silence as you walk back to your shared sleeping quarters, where a few other initiates are still up.

“I better not find you training past scheduled hours again,”

“Or I’ll hang from the chasm. I know,” you roll your eyes at him. Suddenly, you feel him pulling you by your arm.

“Learn to respect your leaders or you’ll be one of the factionless of you don’t end up dead.”

You yank your arm back. “Have the sleep you deserve…. leader,” you respond, letting the last word drip with anger.

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The next morning starts the last day of training for the physical part of your initiation. It felt like they were trying to weaken everyone for tomorrow’s testing. They had you run, lift weights, and do weapons training.

By the time you are having dinner, you feel as if your limbs are ready to fall off. In all honesty, you don’t want to shower but you do. Once the semi-warm water hits you, you feel the worry of the day leaving you.

No matter what number you land on tomorrow, you tell yourself the next half of initiation will be worse. Not only will others learn of your fears, but you also have to make sure to not let your secret slip into your fear landscapes.

It’s safe to say that you get little to no sleep that day.

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Much to your dismay and aggravation, the faction leaders come wake you all up earlier than normal, as part of the final training.

“We need to see how quick you all are in preparing for the unexpected,” Marcus calls out.

You rub the sleep from your eyes and are quick to change and head upstairs to the training area. There you find a few of the other initiates already waiting.

Once everyone is gathered, Eric stands in the middle of the crowd. “As a reminder from your first day, your ranking serves two purposes,” he says. “The first is that it determines the order in which you will select a job after initiation. There are only a few desirable positions available.”

You can hear the murmurs of surprise and nervousness of the others. You continue staring ahead, pushing aside the temptation to look at the current rankings.

“The second purpose,” he says, “is that only the top ten initiates are made members.”

The glances are just as loud as the unspoken questions in the faces of the other initiates. Of course none of this was new to you. Yet, you maintained a stoic glance ahead.

“There are eleven Dauntless-borns, and nine of you,” Eric continues. “Four initiates will be cut at the end of stage one. The remainder will be cut after the final test.”

The leaders continue giving more instructions and directions on how the testing will be done and in what order.

You end up in the middle of the order for each division: hand to hand combat, technology, and weapons. You focus to drown out the noises around you as you stay observing the instructors to learn their combat skills.

Next thing you know, it’s your turn to fight against Eric. He smirks at you. “Think you can end above the cut off line?” He lunges at you but you’re quick to side step and cause him to stumble.

Instead of replying to him, which you noticed he was using as a distraction, you swipe at his legs then jump on him to pin him down.

He quickly throws you off his back and tries his best to pin you to the ground to get you to tap out but with each attempt, you move so that when he’s sitting back up, you can throw your leg across his chest and wrestle him back to the ground.

You both continue fighting for dominance on the training mat. Eventually, you cause Eric to tap out, much to the cheers of the other initiates.

After a quick break once everyone has finished the first part, the leaders take you all outside for a five mile run along the city’s center and some ruins. You’re grateful you're able to take a small bottle of water.

As you’re reaching the halfway point of the course, you find that you’re running alone. There’s nobody ahead of you and the rest of the initiates are still behind you. You slow your pace to take a sip of water.

When you pick up speed again, you feel a sudden sharp pain on your side. Thinking it’s a muscle cramp you continue to push through and keep running. Then you feel another sharp pain.

At this you decide to massage your side. You feel something wet when you touch it. It’s not until you look down that you see the blood staining your hand.

Another sharp pain hits you. Except now you know it’s not a pain. It’s bullets that have hit you. This last one: dead center in your chest.

You stumble forward, fighting from close your eyes and refusing to surrender. However, it feels like this is it for you. That you failed at your mission.

As you lay on the ground, your eyes closed, you can feel life leaving you. Each second that passes, you find yourself weaker and weaker. You want your final thoughts to bring you comfort. You focus on remembering the words of a song you once read:

“Wake me up inside (save me) Call my name and save me from the dark (wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can’t wake up) Before I come undone (save me) Save me from the nothing I’ve become.”

The last thing you hear before it all fades away is Marcus walking over to you. “We got the spy. She won’t be reporting to anyone anymore.”

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whiskeyswriting · 1 year

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Maverick: I know you snuck out last night, Slider.

Whiskey: Play dumb!

Slider: Who's Slider?

Whiskey: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

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Slider: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Iceman: You were flirting with Whiskey.

Slider: So what? They're my partner.

Iceman: You asked them if they were single.

Slider:

Iceman: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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Whiskey: Bye Slider! Bye Iceman! Bye Maverick! Bye Goose! Bye Slider! Iceman: You said ‘bye Slider’ twice. Whiskey: I like Slider.

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Whiskey: Slider and I don’t use pet names. Wolfman: I see. Hey, what do bees make? Whiskey: Honey? Slider: Yes, dear? Whiskey: Wolfman: Don't ever lie to my face again.

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Goose: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. Whiskey: Goose no. Slider: Mistlefoe. Whiskey: Please stop encouraging them.

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Goose: Whiskey isn’t answering their phone Slider: I’ll call Goose: Iceman and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Whiskey: Hello?

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whiskeyswriting · 2 years

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What If I Missed You?

😍pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x F!Reader

💭summary: Can two people be lucky in life and have a second chance at love after their respective spouse passed?

⚠️warning: mentions of death and grief; age gap

🎶 Song Inspiration: What If I Missed You by Jesse McCartney

📝A/N #1: This is a work of fiction. Please do not copy or post anywhere else. Feel free to like and reblog but do give credit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. I do not own any of the photos included in this post. Photos used have been from Pinterest or Tumblr or Instagram. I also don’t own any of the characters mentioned.

📝A/N #2: While no physical description is assigned to reader, she is in a band that does covers of musicals and other songs. Reader is between 29-34.

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The plan was just to enjoy a getaway trip with your two favorite coworkers and best friends. It helped that running a small business together allowed you three to take the needed time away for when reality was getting to be too much.

And this time it was getting to be too much for you. Your wedding anniversary was coming up… It would have been 7 years together.

Except he passed away 3 years ago… on your 4th wedding anniversary.

You remember getting a phone call as you were about to leave to meet him for brunch. It was a case of wrong place and wrong time. Your husband was killed trying to stop a robbery at the jewelry store he was at.

The first year after his death was incredibly difficult for you, but with time and therapy, you learned how to better handle your grief. While the grief and loss would always remain, each new day it was less than the day before.

While the grief and loss would always remain, each new day it was less than the day before.

Today started as one of those days that the grief made an appearance early on. You decided to combat it by going on an early morning run.

Each mile you run down the beach, the grief slips away. Once you’re done with your run, you shed your running shorts and shoes and head to the water for a swim. It was smart of you to have your swimsuit under as the heat was making its presence none by the second.

Speaking of presence, your friends suddenly made an appearance at the beach and proclaimed it as beach day. They brought along chairs, towels and snacks.

After a few hours of getting tanned and running back to the water to swim, you’re all sitting back and relaxing when a group of loud and beautiful specimens of aviators arrive at the beach.

Emma and you decide to approach the aviator that’s sitting to ask him what is going on.

Pete, you learn is his name, explains what dogfight football is. You leave Emma talking with him, as she’s always made friends easily with anyone she meets. You head to the bar and ask to open a tab so you and your friends can start heading over in a bit.

Looking down for shells as you’re walking back with your drink in hand, you don’t see the exasperated aviator as he was leaving Pete’s side.

You walk right into him, causing your drink to spill on your top and his crisp khaki uniform.

“I’m so sorry!” You exclaim as you try to find somewhere to set the drinks down, accidentally spilling more on him.

His sigh tells you just how frustrated and exasperated he is. “It’s fine,” his curt voice says.

You look up, first to glance at his name tag, then to his face. “I really am sorry. Let me at least get you something to clean up as much… or let me pay for the dry cleaning.”

“No no. It’s fine. I’ll deal with it when I get back to base,” he says as he continues to walk to him car to leave.

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The next morning Emma and you are in line at the local cafe getting the coffee and baked goods for your morning of filming.

Emma is listing on her phone the possible songs you all can record that day. At the same time she's testing them to you so you can listen on your headphones to help determine if it's a good fit for the group.

Suddenly Emma nudges you and gestures with her head to the uniformed man in front of you. You can't help but admire the fine specimen in front of you... well really admiring the behind that is in front of you. You smirk at Emma and then shake your head.

Suddenly you feel a warmth at your chest. A warmth that starts to burn a little.

A gasp escapes Emma as she runs to get napkins to help clean you up.

You look to the culprit and can't help but laugh when you see one embarrassed Vice Admiral Beau Simpson.

"I'm so sorry!" He exclaims. "This week is just not my week... I'm sorry!" He turns to the barista to ask for a towel and iced water. He returns to you and hands you the towel.

"Is this how you decided to let me repay you for the beers?" You ask teasingly.

Emma looks at you suspiciously and then smirks when she sees your attempt at flirting with the distinguished Admiral.

"No! Goodness no! I would never do that on purpose!"

You put your hand on his bicep to assure him you were teasing him. "I'm okay. It happens to the best of us."

He stares at you for a moment. "At least let me buy you dinner. The spilled beers are nothing to the burn of freshly brewed coffee burns."

Before you can respond, Emma is replying for you. "Yes of course she would love that! We're staying at the mint-colored beach out not too far from the bar!" She slips him one of your contact cards. "Here's her info. She'll be ready by 7pm."

Beau just chuckles and stares as you both leave, having forgetten his coffee. He's brought back to reality when his phone rings and he sees it's Mav calling him. He groans picking up the call and making his way to the base.

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📝A/N #3: As I was writing this part, I kept getting more scenes popping up to my mind so I decided to make it into a 3 part series. Hoping to get them out in the following weeks, as I am also trying to get back to another series I'm working on.

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How To Be A Heartbreaker: Rule 1

😍Pairing: Ron “Slider” Kerner x Reader

🎶Song Inspiration: How to Be a Heartbreaker by Marina

💭Summary: During your time in the Navy, you learned how to heal the hearts of the aviators, as well as yours. You also broke your fair share of them. Now you teach your favorite instructor’s granddaughter on how to be a heartbreaker.

⚠️warning: mentions of alcohol; Naval inaccuracies;

📝A/N: Goose is alive here! Reader’s call sign is Whiskey. Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Cover image and Slider banner created by yours truly (@mrsjaderogers) using Canva.

📝A/N2: This is a work of fiction. Please do not copy or post anywhere else. Feel free to like and reblog but do give credit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. I do not own any of the photos included in this post. Photos used have been from Pinterest or Tumblr or Instagram. I also don’t own any of the characters mentioned.

Oh, sweet young love. Sitting back on the swing, you observed Viper’s granddaughter, Natasha, giving puppy love eyes to Bradley.

Bradley is a carbon copy of his father. For as much as a menace, he and Maverick are, you love Goose 'til there’s no tomorrow. They adopted you into their little family. Carole often had to fight with Goose and Mav to spend time with you.

“Natasha…” you call her over and pat the empty space next to you on the swing. “Come here.”

“Hi, Auntie Whiskey!” She runs to you with a big smile on her face. Upon reaching you, she gives you a tight hug. “You’re the best pilot! Even better than my g-pa!” She accommodates herself next to you. “I’m gonna be like you.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m boring… Hey. Did I see you trying to be friends with Bradley? He seems sweet.”

Her cheeks flush and she nods shyly. “Yeah but he don’t wanna be my friend.”

You shake your head dramatically. “Well, he’s dumb just like every boy. And let me tell you a secret… They never stop being dumb.”

Behind you, Goose and Wolfman chuckle as they know who you’re referring to.

“Speak of the devil,” Wolf whispers to Goose as Slider arrives at the party carrying two cases of beer.

“Mother Goose! Puppyman!” Slider calls out to them once he spots them. The two men had shifted to cover you from Slider’s view.

There was no denying at how your heart raced at hearing his voice. It had been a few years since graduating from Top Gun. The last time you saw him. The same day he broke your heart.

You play with Nat’s raven hair. “Now listen carefully. I’m going to give you a lesson.”

Rule 1: You gotta have fun, but, baby, when you're done, you gotta be the first to run.

It was a typical summer Sunday morning as you were running along the beach. You knew what tomorrow would bring and you needed every second of today to prepare for it.

Being an admiral’s daughter already painted a target on your back.

Being an admiral’s daughter and the only female to be in the 1986 class of Top Gun added flashing lights to that target.

You finish your run and head back to the housing provided to your family. You decide to head to The O Club to scope out your fellow classmates.

Dressed in your jeans and a low-cut, black tank top, you make your way through the club to get to the bar. Looking around you see that there are a lot of aviators in their dress whites.

You shake your head at the show that two of the aviators sing to the blonde across the bar from you. You smirk when you recognize who it was they were singing to. You remain quiet and say nothing. Oh, the surprise they’ll have tomorrow.

“That smirk tells me you know something I don’t,” the rich voice that accompanies the incredibly handsome and tall man says as he comes to stand next to you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You tell him.

“Of course. If you’re beautiful with a smirk, I can’t even imagine how much more beautiful you’ll be laughing all carefree,” he says with a wink. “I’m Lieutenant Ron Slider Kerner. But you can call me yours.” He extends his hand to you.

Gesturing to the bartender for a refill, you shake his hand. “Lieutenant? You’re in the Navy?”

“Naval Aviator. One of the best of the best,” you see his cocky smile return at his response.

“Oh, that’s cool… Are all… Is everyone here in the Navy?” You ask with a fake tone of naïveté.

“Only those in uniform. The rest are civilians… So tell me beautiful… What’s your name?”

“Actually… I’m Lie-“ Before you can finish telling him your name, a fellow aviator, a blonde with his sunglasses on, comes to collect your acquaintance, much to the disappointment of you both.

The next morning you’re getting ready and run into your neighbor as you’re both going to your cars.

“Hi, Charlie… Had fun being the center of attention last night?” You ask teasingly.

The blonde just gives you a look. “That was embarrassing but I’ll admit the pilot was cute.”

“Hmm. Let’s see how he reacts to seeing you today.”

“The same way a certain tall Lieutenant will react seeing you… I saw Kerner talking to you,” she says smirking.

You feel your cheeks flame and rush to your car seeing the time. “See you later!”

Upon your arrival at the base, you head to the locker room to put your belongings away and head to the classroom. Because of who your father is, you already met your instructors, Viper and Jester.

You made sure to sit behind the Lieutenant that tried to chat you up the night before. You smirk when his surprised eyes land on you and he removes his headphones. “You’re a pilot too!?”

“Yes sir…” you reply with a proud smile.

“There’s no way you’re really a pilot… She probably snuck onto the base and is faking it,” one of the other student pilots said.

“Big mistake my man,” you hear a familiar voice say.

When you turn, the first thing you spot it the cowboy hat. You then notice the wink and smile he gives you before you reach him for a hug. “Wolfe! I’ve missed you! Wood! You’re here too?”

“Let me tell you she’s as go-“ Wolfe starts but you don’t let him finish.

“It’s okay. They’ll learn,” Hollywood says winking at you.

The blonde pilot from the bar last night was smirking at the glare his RIO was giving the other pilot and RIO duo at their interactions with you.

Climbing down from your jet, you stretch your neck and shoulders as you head to clean up. Your father had taught you how to fly and the rules of naval aviation, yet you still had to prove your worth to your classmates.

Not ideal, that you got shot but you did last longer than your classmates and you didn’t break below the hard deck.

You’re done showering and are now gathering your things when you hear someone enter the women’s locker room.

“I knew pilots were a hot commodity but you Whiskey… You’re the best I’ve ever seen. And I’ve flown with Iceman for a few years now.”

“So you two will be my main competitors?”

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see… Maverick and Goose are also a pretty good team,” Slider says. “Don’t tell them I said that.”

You chuckle. “Life’s too short to make promises you can’t keep.”

“I like that,” he says moving closer to you. “How about you tell me about yourself over a dinner and a drink?”

Little did you know, and expect, that dinner and a drink would be the same thing that would break your heart when Ron told you that it may be best to go your own ways.

It was then that you remembered what he once said to the rest of the guys. “Flying and being a RIO will always be the love of my life. Nothing will ever compare to that joy.”

You were too stunned to say anything at first. All that you could think of both of you being deployed the next day. “I- If that’s what you wish for… Ron Kerner.”

He hated the way you called him by his first and last name. He was never Ron Kerner to you since you both started seeing each other. He was always Slider, Ronnie, honey, or dear to you.

Ron could read you like a book and he knew in this moment the pain you were in. But he also knew it wouldn’t be fair to string you along when he didn’t have any plans to settle down any time soon. So he does what he thinks is best and he runs.

“We had our fun Whiskey… So I’ll be on my way now. I have to get back to the base to get ready for deployment,” he says standing and kissing your forehead before he leaves.

Natasha giggles at your rule. “You run from boys?”

“Well sort of… I just mean… You have to do what you can to protect your heart. You’re a smart girl Nat. You’ll understand one day,” you say kissing the top of her head.

Once she ran back to her parents and Viper, you can’t help but fiddle with the large academy ring that still hung with your dog tags. Your mind begins to wander as you think of what might have been between the two of you in the past five years had Slider decided to stay and had you decided to fight for him to stay.

Wolfe noticed your sudden withdrawal. He also notices the moment Slider catches sight of you and how his world stops at seeing you with Nat.

If anyone asked him, he would deny loving to gossip with Carole and Goose. They all know the torch you and Slider still carry for each other. So he vowed to help you, unbeknownst to you.

While knowing he was in Slider’s vantage point, he goes to sit next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Goose and Carole are confused at first but then notice the look of murder Slider is giving Wolfe.

Goose calls Bradley over and conspires with the little boy, who would do anything for his favorite surrogate aunt.

Bradley runs to Slider and tugs on his pant legs. “Hi Uncle Slide… I’m supposed to make sure you let Uncle Wolfman and Aunt Whiskey sit together with me. I can’t sit with you and Uncle Ice.”

Bradley then runs back to you and discreetly gives Wolfe a high-five when you look up and catch sight of Slider.

He’s about to walk to you to say hi when his eyes fall to your dog tags and his world stopped at the sight of his class ring.

Could it be? Did you still harbor feelings for him? Could he get a chance again with you?

Before he could get answers to those questions, Carole and Charlie were dragging you away to sit with them.

“We have the weekend Slide… You’ll get your girl back,” Goose says as he comes up to his fellow RIO. “Just trust me and Wolfe.”

Ha! Last time he did that he ended up sharing a bunk bed with Bradley, who kicks in his sleep. But this time, when he allows his eyes to find you, he sees you already looking at him.

When it came to you, he knew his fellow Top Gun classmates would always take care of you. So, yes. This time he would trust Goose and Wolfe. He knew it mattered the most this time.

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Whiskey's Fic/Author/Creator Recommendations

This list will be updated every so often. If I included you, it's because you have impacted me, in one way or another. Perhaps your work stayed in my mind for a few days after reading it. Perhaps you have given me the inspiration to continue writing when I've felt like giving up. While there are many more amazing creators on this app, I haven't had the chance to fully go through their masterlists to read and/or catch up.

Marvel

Outer Range

{ Note: Have I watched the show? Not yet. Have these amazing people made me obsessed with Rhett? Definitely. }

Author/Creator: @rhettabbotts

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Stranger Things

Author/Creator: @jadeylovesmarvelxo

Author/Creator: @warmaidensrevenge

Author/Creator: @theowritesstuff

Author/Creator: @familyvideowithsteve

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Top Gun '86 / Top Gun: Maverick

Author/Creator: @ryebecca (Moodboards)

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Author/Creator: @topguncortez

Author/Creator: @topgun-imagines

All-Time Faves

{ Note: You lovelies know how much I love each and every one of you! }

Author/Creator: @bayisdying

Author/Creator: @dragon-kazansky

Author/Creator: @jhmmbby

Author/Creator: @gracespicybradshaw

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Chaos Activated

📝 A/N: No prompt just word dump of hilarious chaos the Dagger Squad causes… Mainly the Chaotic Trio: Maverick, Rooster, and Whiskey (Reader’s Call Sign) Oh and Reader is Slider’s daughter…! Fic based on the comments of this post.

It was a miracle that Maverick and Rooster survived the mission despite the near death experiences. The both of them had to thank Hangman and you for saving them and getting them back to the ship.

What was more of a miracle was that Vice Admiral Cyclone did minimal shouting at Rooster for breaking orders and going after Maverick.

Now they were being taken to the infirmary to check and treat for any injuries. You don’t know why the doctors and nurses even bothered trying to separate the two.

Despite their rocky past, the two deeply cared about the other. You knew Uncle Mav did what he thought would be best for Rooster by pulling his papers. It was something you and your father never agreed with and expressed it to him.

Rooster was like a cousin to you and you knew he was just as stubborn as Mav. You couldn’t help but love the two to death. (Sometimes quite literally).

The weeks passed and you all found yourselves back at The Hard Deck. It didn’t matter how much you tried to behave, you knew, one way or another, Mav and Rooster would end up dragging you into their schemes.

“No! No! No way am I going to use my daddy’s name to get Cyclone to give us another three free days to play dogfight football,” you say.

“C’mon kid. You’re a Kerner. You’re Slider’s sunshine. He’ll move earth and planets to make the Navy listen to you,” Mav says.

“When did you turn into a poet?” You ask sarcastically.

Bradley throws an arm around your shoulder. “Princess. Whiskey… We all know Cyclone is sweet on you. Live up to your name Whiskey. Use those smooth words and seduce him.”

You can’t help but start laughing. “You do know I don’t have to seduce my own boyfriend?”

Penny comes over and refills your drinks. “I can already sense the chaos activating with you three.”

“I’m heading out to the beach to get away from these two troublemakers,” you say taking your drink with you.

Penny winks at them and at that moment the rest of the squad came out from hiding. “So is the plan set?”

Phoenix nods. “I’ll go keep her distracted for a moment but then Mav and Rooster come back into the mix while Yale and Fritz get Cyclone here.”

Fanboy starts setting up the camera to record the planned proposal.

But Penny knew. She already knew that whenever the three of you got together, nothing would ever go according to plan. She started closing out tabs and closing the bar early.

All of a sudden the aviators hear shouting and see Mav and Rooster running along the beach and you running after them yelling.

A group of college aged guys were following the three of you. It was then they realized that Mav and Rooster used you as bait to steal the guys’ football to start their own game.

Bob looks around a bit panicked. “Shouldn’t we stop them?”

You can feel uncle Goose and Ice just shaking their heads in disbelief. “I know… I know,” you mutter as you keep running after Mav and Rooster.

Penny finally rushes outside. “Did I miss anything? I closed off the bar. I didn't miss it right?”

Hangman hands her some popcorn (that mysteriously appeared) and a drink. “No you are just on time.”

Suddenly you feel yourself getting thrown over someone’s shoulders. You are about to start screaming, thinking it was one of the college guys. You then recognize the backside you’re looking down at. “Oh hey!” You give it a squeeze.

Maverick and Rooster stopped running and ended up explaining dogfight football to the college guys when they spotted you being carried by Cyclone. They shake their heads.

“As I live and breathe… I never thought I’d see Cyclone running at the beach?“

“Was that supposed to happen?” Bob asks looking around. “Did we all see the same thing?”

Phoenix wraps an arm around Bob’s shoulders. “Cyclones loves Whiskey too much to actually be mad at them. Mav and Roos on the other hand,” she says grimacing.

“Wait… I thought Rooster and Mav were supposed to be the distraction so the admiral could propose.”

“Wait! Whaaaa?!??” Hangman exclaims choking on his drink.

Payback helps pay his back. “We talked about this, you idiot. Next time stop looking at yourself so much in the mirror.”

“I have the flowers in the bar’s office” Bob says.

“I have the Avenger theme song… but wedding version ready!” Fanboy adds.

“I have my suit ready!” Harvard says. “I’m ready to look good for wedding season! All those push-ups help.”

Coyote shakes his head looking over the squad. “’m just here for the chaos and snacks.”

“Soooo what's the plan now?” Penny and Amelia, who had recently arrived, ask.

They all turn to see Cyclone spinning you in a circle as he hugged your waist. The only movement that was clear to them was your nodding.

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Peter’s Way Home Masterlist

💭summary: Bad Timing. That was always your curse. Will timing ever be on your side and give you a chance with Peter?

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{ Playlist }

Preview

Chapter 1: Peter’s Ladybug

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Natural | Chapter 3: Fighter

{ Masterlist }

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Lost in your own thoughts at the results of the game, you head back towards the train to get back to the compound. Keeping an eye on Eric and Four, you make sure to jump into an empty train car to read your intel.

Unwrapping the small bundle, you remove the blank piece of paper and discreetly hold it up to the light. You’re able to see small indentations but not markings are showing up. You then remember you still had a few rounds of the paintballs in your pocket.

You break one open and smear the paint over the paper. Slowly the markings start appearing.

“|0N9-R4N93 +R4N$M1$$10N $3RUM. PR0C33D \/\/1+H C4R3. +H3 0+H3R $0URC3 \/\/1|| $00N B3 R3V34|3D”

‘Why did it have to be in leet? It gives me a headache,’ you think as you start to decode the message. It was easy for you to do so. Perhaps a bit too easy.

While time was of the essence, you knew this was not a challenge for you. Then again you had limited resources to try and decode any intel in Morse or binary code.

As the message, became more and more clear , you kept repeating it to memorize it. ‘Long-range transmission serum. Proceed with care. The other source will soon be revealed.’

Before jumping off the train, you made sure to destroy the paper and vial so no evidence could be found on you.

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After dinner, you decided to train some more. The final fight will be in the coming weeks so you still have to keep up your skills and not slack.

You’re at the training room and punching at the bag when a shadow falls over you. You don’t need to turn around to know who it is. His scent is already engrained into your memory since the day you rode in his car.

“What are you doing up initiate?” Eric asks from behind you.

You can’t help yourself when you respond “Oh you know… Just some cooking and cleaning….”

He grunts in annoyance at your response.

“Obviously I’m training. Just because I’m in the top three spots doesn’t mean I will be getting complacent with training,” you clarify.

"Well off you go. You should be sleeping... Like the other initiates. You don't get to make your schedule."

You sigh in annoyance. "What the hell is your problem?"

"You are. You come here thinking you know everything. Thinking you're better than everyone else..."

You don't let him get to you as you tune out his complaining and you get to working on your fighting. That just pissed him off.

Eric moves quick and takes down the bag and starts fighting with you. "How about training one-on-one? Huh? Maybe that'll scare you off to actually listen." He goes to deliver a punch but you quickly evade him. Your eyes quickly study his fighting stance and learn his moves.

What you don't notice is that he had already been studying you and your fighting. He sweeps his leg under yours, causing you to trip and fall. The fall is so sudden that your chin hits the ground first.

You are quick to get back up before he can attack again.

“I see you learned to get up faster,” he says.

“A dauntless may fall but they never stay down,” you reply immediately, the words from your own training back in Erudite coming back.

“What did you say?” Eric says as he sweeps your legs with his and pins you against the ground in less than a blink.

His hands pin your above your head, his face close to yours. So close you could swear he’s about to kiss you.

Except he only whispers in your ear. “You’re the other one, aren’t you? The other spy?”

You keep your face neutral, already having prepared for this moment. You steady your breathing to calm your heart rate.

“I can feel you heart slowing down. Oh you’re good initiate… Here I thought there was no way an initiate could be the spy…”

You swallow gently, trying to keep your composure.

“Oh don’t worry initiate. I’ve seen the hidden tattoo on your ribcage. In invisible ink,” his fingers trace over your shirt by where the tattoo is. He remains on top of you but lets go of your hands so he can lift his shirt.

Your eyes roam over all the black ink until they fall over a small are that’s raised. The same area as your own invisible tattoo.

Before you can ask him to confirm if it means what you think it means, voices are heard just around the corner. Eric quickly helps you up and pushes you against the wall and covers your body with his.

The voices stop when the group sees Eric. They can see he’s with a female but they can’t make out who it is. The group continues to walk after smirking at Eric.

You can hear the group already moved away but Eric still is standing close to you. Not that you’ll complain. It’s not until your hands are on him that he reacts.

Instead of pulling away, he’s pressing his lips to yours and pulling you in even closer. “I always knew there was something about you,” he says as he continues to kiss you.

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