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[angelaristotle]

They should make full face pimple patches like those shitty sheet masks but that work like a pimple patch, cus I have this massive cystic acne spot on my fucking forehead and the single patches keep slipping off after like 30 minutes because of the sheer grease coming out help

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Peep me being fucking wacked with THE MONOPOLY BOARD

AFTER

I had already died and forfeited by entire worth to my (very drunk) sister

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im gonna eat this now

Suprised at the Hard Deck

It was just another typical afternoon at The Hard Deck. The sun was setting over the Pacific, casting a golden glow across the beach bar. Dagger Squadron was scattered around, drinks in hand, laughing and enjoying the usual banter. Maverick and Rooster were at the bar, exchanging stories about old school flying while Phoenix and Bob sat nearby, throwing each other playful jabs.

Then the door to the bar swung open, and everyone fell silent.

Standing at the entrance was a woman, her long dark hair catching the light. She was effortlessly stunning—tall, with an athletic build that spoke of someone who could hold her own, even in a place like this. But it wasn’t her appearance that had everyone stopping mid-conversation. It was the fact that, walking right behind her, was none other than Hangman.

And he was... smiling?

"Is that... Hangman's wife?" Rooster asked, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the pair.

Fanboy raised an eyebrow. "I thought Hangman swore he was too much of a lone wolf for anything like that."

Phoenix leaned forward, trying to get a better look. "Well, if this is real, I gotta say… she’s not what I expected."

"Yeah," Bob added, rubbing his chin. "She’s, uh, a little… softer than I imagined his type to be."

Before anyone could get another word in, Hangman walked over with a grin that was downright devilish. "Alright, alright. Before any of you make fun of me, this is my wife, Claire." He threw a possessive arm around her waist. "Claire, meet Dagger Squadron. Some of the finest pilots I’ve had the privilege of almost leaving behind in the dust."

Claire chuckled, her eyes sparkling as she extended her hand to the group. "I’m not really used to this sort of thing, but I’ll try not to bite."

Hugging Javy, everyone looked confused “Wait… do you guys already know each other?” Phoenix asked confused

“Yeah! He was my best man at our wedding, knew I was gonna marry her the second I met her he said. And shit he was right” Jake boasted

Maverick was the first to break the silence, shaking her hand with a warm smile. "It’s nice to meet you, Claire. We’ve heard a lot about you."

"Yeah, mostly from Hangman’s… humble bragging," Rooster teased.

Hangman rolled his eyes. "Could you guys lay off? She’s here to relax, not listen to you all trash talk me."

Claire gave Hangman a playful shove, then addressed the group, "Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure he’s done enough of that on his own." Her smile was disarming, her confidence evident, but there was a quiet strength in the way she carried herself. She didn’t have the bombastic presence that Hangman did, but her demeanor was enough to earn the respect of everyone in the room.

"Okay, Claire," Phoenix grinned, "what’s the deal with Hangman, huh? I’ve heard stories, but what’s he like when he’s off the clock?"

Claire shot Hangman a teasing glance. "Well," she began, "he’s a lot more serious when we’re at home. He might be the cocky, always-joking guy here, but when it’s just the two of us, he’s a pretty great husband. He’s definitely not as smooth as he likes to think he is though."

Hangman rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips. "I try, okay? I'm just—"

"An idiot?" Claire finished with a mischievous grin.

"Hey, that’s my line," he laughed, giving her a soft nudge.

"Well, it’s nice to see you guys seem so... normal," Rooster quipped, the group’s initial awkwardness finally easing. "I honestly thought Hangman was just a one-man show."

"Trust me, if he was, you’d never see him at the Hard Deck," Claire replied dryly. "But I’ve always told him, you’ve gotta let people in every now and then. It’s not all about keeping everyone at arm's length."

"Yeah, yeah," Hangman muttered, clearly uncomfortable with being the center of attention. "Can we just—?"

But the group wasn’t letting up. Phoenix leaned back in her chair, her eyes twinkling. "So how did you two meet, if you don’t mind me asking? Not often you see someone catch Hangman’s attention for more than five minutes."

Claire glanced at her husband, a soft smile forming as she took a sip from her drink. "It wasn’t love at first sight, that’s for sure. We met at an airshow about four years ago. I was working with a team on the ground crew, and let’s just say, his... charm wasn’t exactly working on me."

"Oh, it wasn’t?" Hangman raised an eyebrow. "You seemed pretty charmed when I offered to buy you a drink."

"Yeah," she laughed. "But that was after I made you drop your drink and made a bet with you on who could land their plane closest to the target."

The group burst into laughter.

"Wait, you made him drop his drink?" Payback grinned. "That’s a first."

"I know," Claire shrugged. "It was a special moment. And after that, we spent a lot of time together, getting to know each other. It took a while, but eventually... we both realized we wanted the same thing."

"Which was?" Bob asked curiously.

"To be the best at what we do," Claire answered, her gaze meeting Hangman's with a certain fondness that had the room going quiet. "And maybe to make each other better at it along the way."

Hangman grinned, clearly proud. "She makes me better. I just have to admit it sometimes."

"Don’t get used to it," Claire teased. "I’m still waiting for you to remember that I was right about that one mission in Nevada."

"Alright, alright, I’ll give you that one," Hangman relented, raising his hands in mock surrender.

As the evening wore on, Claire’s easygoing nature seemed to melt away the walls Hangman had built up around the squadron. They laughed, shared stories, and for once, it wasn’t all about competition and pride. There was an unexpected warmth in the air—an understanding that even the most cocky pilot had someone who kept him grounded.

By the end of the night, the squadron had embraced her as one of their own, and Hangman, for once, wasn’t the center of attention. That honor belonged to his wife.

Claire leaned over to him as they stood by the bar, watching the others. "So... are you finally ready to admit I’m the best thing that ever happened to you?"

Hangman smirked. "I’ll admit it… just this once. But don't expect me to make a habit of it."

"Good enough," she said, leaning in for a kiss. "I’ll take what I can get."

The night carried on, and the Dagger Squadron realized something important: Hangman might have been their cocky, charming teammate, but the real reason he kept coming back to this place wasn’t because of the adrenaline or the glory. It was because, after all the missions, the competition, and the flying, he had someone who truly made him feel like he was home.

authors note: DO I MAKE THIS INTO A SERIES ASWELL? There is going to be many things where I ask if it should be a series or not so be warned now. I have a big brain and lots of ideas hehee

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YAY

Summer Lovin' Ch4

Chapter Summary: Bradley wants to spend as much time as he can with you, and sets up a date you can’t exactly go to, because it’s Danny’s birthday. Postponing a day later, you meet Bradley at the club, and romantic tensions rise as the two of you only have one more day together. 

Content Warnings: Alcohol use, club dancing. So much yearning!!!!

Word Count: 2.8K

Series Masterlist Previous Chapter

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Bradley’s not sure what compelled him to send you a message asking you out on a date at six in the morning, but he did, and he’s been checking his phone at every notification in the hopes you answer. 

“Why are you so glued to your phone?” Mickey asks while shutting his locker and preparing for his early morning flight.

“You know damn well why he’s glued to his phone.” Javy laughs as he smacks Bradley on the shoulder. 

“You guys are assholes,” Bradley grunts in response. 

“Well, I don’t think any of us subjected ourselves to a concert where they didn’t know who the headliner was, all so they could impress someone,” Jake remarks with a smirk. 

Bradley rolls his eyes, but the vibration from his phone draws his attention back to it. 

Y: Sorry, Danny’s birthday is tomorrow. We’re going clubbing. If you wanted to make an appearance, though…

Y: If not, and the offer still stands, we could go out Saturday. My flight is on Sunday afternoon. I’d love to see you one more time before I leave…

Bradley reads your texts over and over again, feeling his heart sink at the prospect of you leaving, but another brilliant idea strikes him. 

B: Why not both? 

Y: Only if you want to. If you’ve got other plans, don’t let me hold you back. 

B: 6:30 on Saturday, it’ll be a surprise, and let me know where to pick you up. Secondly, what club and what time?

Bradley smiles to himself, and when he turns around, a group of aviators stare at him with equally wide smiles. 

“Like I said, assholes.” He breathes as he slams his locker shut.

Your smile is so wide that your cheeks begin to hurt; it was a pleasant surprise to wake up to Bradley’s initial message, but it was another that he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. But the wrapped present hiding in the closet is a reminder of why you’re here in the first place. 

Throwing a t-shirt and athletic shorts on, you grab the gift and head downstairs to greet the birthday boy. 

“Happy birthday, Danny! Morning, Nikki!” You announce as you descend the steps. “Thank you!” He meets you at the steps and greedily grabs the gift. “Aww, you shouldn’t have.” He smirks. 

“I’ll take it back then.” You joke. “You wanna wait for Tommy to get here to open that?” You ask as you sit on his couch next to Nikki. 

“Oh, yeah, because I got you all something, too.” He grins as he sits on his recliner.  

You look at him and Nikki in confusion; “What do you mean? Weren’t the concert tickets enough?” 

“Trust me, you’re going to love this.” Nikki hides her giggles, and he rubs his hands together like a villain getting ready to unveil an evil plan, and you feel slightly worried about what he’s got brewing. 

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Danny wasn’t one for practical or heartfelt gifts; instead, he loved to receive and give gag gifts, and that’s why he absolutely loved your gift: a keychain that had “My Favorite Dumbass,” engraved on it, and a “Grow a Boyfriend.” 

“You’re such a dick.” He laughs as he pulls you into a hug. 

“Christa helped too.” You add while patting his back. “You’re a dick too.” He pulls away and grabs a crumpled ball of tissue paper to throw at her. 

“Anyway, I got you all something. Nikki helped me make these.” He gives her a quick kiss and stands to grab the individual gift bags for everyone. 

“I’m terrified.” You giggle as you pull the tissue paper out to reveal a t-shirt with his face plastered all over it. 

“Surprise!” He announces as he clutches his sides in laughter. 

“Dude…” Tommy starts. 

“Why, though?” Christa adds with a wide look, glancing at him and the shirt. 

“Because you’re going to wear these when we go clubbing tonight.” He laughs harder.

Your smile drops, “I’m not wearing this in public…” You had a whole outfit planned that you were excited to wear because you wanted to impress a certain someone. 

“Yes, you are. I’ll cry if you don’t.” He mockingly sniffles, and Nikki rolls her eyes at his dramatic self. 

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“I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.” You murmur as you sit cross-armed and slouched in your seat. 

“You won’t feel that way when you get some alcohol in your blood,” Danny says in a sing-song voice. 

“How are you not embarrassed?” Christa asks while making eye contact with him through the rear-view mirror. 

Danny has a birthday sash on with his Venmo account printed on it, and a crown. “I don’t get embarrassed.” He laughs, and it’s true, for as long as you have known this man, he has never once been embarrassed; he is the embodiment of “Social anxiety fears him.” 

“Oh, no…” Christa mumbles, and you shoot her a quizzical look.

“Bob just told me Bradley asked them to go clubbing at the same place we’re going to be at. I can’t let him see me like this!” Her voice starts small, but gets louder at the realization he’ll see her shirt. 

“Tell me about it…” You reply.

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The pulsing music and alcohol coursing through your veins were enough for you to forget what you’re wearing, but it definitely helped ward off creepy strangers, which you’re thankful for, but you’ll never give Danny the satisfaction of knowing. 

Tommy sidles up next to you, “I think I saw your boyfriend…” He slurs as he sways next to you, spilling his drink slightly. 

“I think you need to sit down.” You put your hand on his chest to steady him, but your heart flutters at the thought of Bradley and the word boyfriend in the same sentence. 

“Mmkay,” He mumbles as he follows you to a booth. 

You get him situated and scan the crowd to see if you can catch a glimpse of anyone else in your group, but the sea of bodies proves futile. Taking your phone out, you send a message to the group chat to inform everyone that Tommy is tapped out for the evening. 

“I thought that might’ve been you!” A voice yells out over the blaring music. 

Your head whips around to see who is talking to you, but you smile when you see it’s Bradley. “Yep! It’s me!” 

His eyes trail down to your shirt, and he’s slightly taken aback. “Uh, what are you wearing?” He points and chuckles. 

“Danny made us wear these tonight. Honestly, I’m five shots deep because I wanted to forget I was wearing it.” 

“Yeah, I don’t blame you.” He smiles as he drinks from his beer.

Another voice erupts behind Bradley, “Is that Mich–What the fuck are you wearing?” He laughs as he looks at your shirt. 

A sigh escapes your lips: “Danny made us wear them.” You’re starting to become agitated with the need to explain the shirt over again; he’s the seventh person to ask about the obscure piece of clothing. 

Without thinking, Bradley shrugs off his Hawaiian shirt and hands it to you. “Here, so you can cover it up.” He offers, and you gingerly take it. 

You’re glad for the dark atmosphere because your face immediately heats up: chalk it up to the alcohol, his kind gesture, the fact that his biceps are on full display, or a mix of all three. 

“Thanks,” you smile, but tugging on the hem of your shirt reminds you of the drunk man behind you. “Y/Nnnnn,” Tommy drawls, “Where’s Danny?” 

“Right here, buddy…” Danny slurs as Nikki brings him over to the booth. 

The two are drunkenly excited to be back in each other’s presence, and you’re thankful Nikki is here to watch them. 

“Want to dance?” You ask Bradley, and he smiles at you, “Sure.” He extends his hand for you to take, and he leads you to the dance floor.

Jake eyes the two of you with a smirk.

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Club scenes aren’t exactly Christa’s taste; she would rather be anywhere else, and honestly, she didn’t even want to come to San Diego. She was friends with Danny because of you, but she didn’t feel like putting her monotonous life on hold for a vacation. Christa took comfort in her schedule, but she didn’t want you to be by yourself, and the promise of concert tickets happened to sweeten the deal. But that mentality is slipping away as the man who made the trip worth it approaches. 

“Hey, Christa,” Bob greets with a small smile. 

“Hi, Bob.” She smiles, slightly embarrassed, over the shirt.

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Two pop songs and one emo throwback you sang your heart out to later; you’ve officially exhausted yourself. “Want to go get some air?” You ask while slightly panting. 

“Oh, yeah.” He replies just as worn out.

The cool night air on your skin feels heavenly compared to the warm, stagnant air in the club, and you’re half tempted to leave for the evening.

For the first time that night, Bradley gets a good look at you without the dark lights, but he frowns when he sees the faint bruise on your face. “What happened here?” He cradles your cheek, careful not to hurt you. 

“Oh, that. I got elbowed in the mosh pit. It’s not as bad as it would’ve been because of the mask. I’ve been hit worse in pits.” You reply nonchalantly. 

His frown deepens, and he looks like he’s going to say something, but you look around him to see Bob and Christa leaving. “Hey, where are you going, Christa?” 

She looks at you with relief; “Just who I was looking for; I sent you a text, but I also wanted to tell you in person that Bob is taking me back to Danny’s place. I’m tired, and the other three are back on the dance floor.” 

A skeptical gaze flashes between Bob and Bradley; Bob seems like a nice enough guy, but you can’t help but feel slightly paranoid about your sister leaving by herself with a man she’s only known for a few days. 

“Hold that thought. I was planning on heading out, too.” You glance at her before heading back into the club to find your friends with Bradley trailing behind you. “You don’t have to worry about Bob; he’s a great guy.” He could tell that you were concerned about her wanting to leave with him. 

“That is reassuring, but I can’t help but worry about my sister!” You yell as you weave through the crowd. 

“I get that!” He replies. 

In the middle of the dance floor, Nikki, Tommy, and Danny are dancing without a care in the world. You gently grab Nikki’s elbow, and she looks at you with a startle. “Christa and I are going to head out. Are you guys okay? Do you need me to call an Uber?” You yell.

“I’m good to drive; I’ve only had two drinks.” She smiles. 

You sigh in relief, “Okay, be careful, you guys.” You pat her shoulder and leave the club with Bradley. 

“Did you drive yourself?” Bradley asks, once you get outside. 

“No, I was going to Uber.” You say, looking for your sister. “Or try to catch a ride with Christa.” You murmur as you see that she and Bob are no longer outside. You glance at your phone to see that Christa left a message before she left. 

C: Sorry, not sorry. I want to kiss him without you in the backseat.

“I can take you home.” He offers. 

“Are you sure? It’s probably out of your way.” 

“I don’t mind. I’d feel a lot better knowing that you aren’t stuck in a vehicle with a stranger.” He shrugs. 

“I’d like that then.” You smile at his chivalry.

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“Now, this is real metal music,” Bradley says as he turns the volume up when a Metallica song comes on. 

“I can admit that they’re definitely founders for the genre, but as with everything in life, it went from a caterpillar to a butterfly.” You laugh. 

“How philosophical of you.” He chuckles while quickly glancing at you and the road. 

The two of you are getting closer to Danny’s house. “Turn on this road here.” You instruct, and he does so. 

The ride isn’t that long or out of the way, and Bradley wishes the drive would last a bit longer. He parks in Danny’s driveway and turns to you. “I had a great time tonight.” You smile at him. “So did I,” He replies with the most smitten look on his face. 

“Oh, I almost forgot.” You look down and fumble with the buttons on the shirt he let you borrow. “Keep it.” You look up at him with your lips partly open, “You sure? I can have it washed and back to you tomorrow.” You offer. 

“Yeah, keep it. I have plenty. Consider it a parting gift.” He gently grabs your hand. 

“It doesn’t really go with my aesthetic, but if you insist.” You playfully roll your eyes, but it’s not enough to stop the sadness bleeding through your heart. 

“6:30 tomorrow?” He questions as if he’s trying to see if you’re still willing to go out with him. 

“Of course.” You grin. 

Bradley, ever the gentleman, opens the door for you and walks you up to the front door, but instead of letting yourself in, you spot a truck you don’t recognize parked in the driveway next to Danny’s house. “Weird; Danny said his neighbors were gone for the week.” You raise an eyebrow, and Bradley turns to look at the vehicle. “Oh, that’s Bob’s.” He points as he turns back to you, but is met with a mischievous grin. “Shh, I’m gonna do something really immature, but funny.” You giggle. 

You walk down the sidewalk and crouch once you get close to the truck. 

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“I had a really great time with you tonight, Bob.” Christa smiles. 

“So did I,” He replies with a lopsided grin. “Hey, if it’s not too much trouble, would you like to go out tomorrow? You mentioned it’ll be your last day.” He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. 

“I’d love to.” She murmurs as she leans closer, and he does the same. 

Unfortunately, for them, a looming shadow rises behind Christa on the outside of the passenger seat. 

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You slam your hand on the window just as their lips touch, and they both let out a scream that could wake the dead. You have to lean on the truck for support because you're laughing so hard, and Christa looks at you in anger. “You’re an asshole!” She groans. 

“Oh, please. You did the same exact thing to me with my high school boyfriend.”  You wipe a tear from your eye. 

She huffs, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bob.” She quickly kisses him on the lips and glares right at you after she pulls away. 

He’s left blushing and speechless at the two of you and mumbles, “Sounds good.” 

You throw your arm over her shoulder as you walk back; “You two are so cute! My baby sister is growing up.” You playfully tease. 

“Oh, grow up.” She mumbles as she fights back a smile, but she knows she can be equally embarrassing. 

The two of you approach Bradley, who’s still on the doorstep. “I’d be careful with this one. They sacrificed their last boyfriend.” She fumbles with her spare keys and opens the door, leaving the two of you alone once more. 

“For the record, that's not true. She’s the only one allowed to make jokes like that; growing up alternative in my hick town gets rumors like that made up about you. So, if that’s a concern, don’t be.” You clarify, suddenly feeling embarrassed. 

“I isn’t.” He chuckles. 

“Good, because the last person she said that to was very concerned.” You shake your head with a sigh. “6:30, I’ll be ready.” You add. 

“I’ll see you then.” He steps off the porch and leaves for the Bronco. 

Once you're back in the house, and he’s back in his truck, he rests his forehead on the steering wheel. He wanted to kiss you in the worst way, but his mother and father would roll in their graves if he did that; hell, they probably did roll in their graves with the way you two were dancing like you had been together for years. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy every second of it, especially when you sang along—very out of tune—to My Chemical Romance’s “Welcome to the Black Parade.” He had the biggest grin while watching you be so carefree. 

Javy is right, he is down bad for you. And he wishes you weren’t leaving so he could be with you for the rest of his life.

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Venom!AU!Topgun & Topgun: Maverick when ??

Chat, we need to give maverick a Symbiote as the reason he doesn't die from all the shit he does

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Most annoying thing to remember is that you're litterally just a homosapien. You're just a very smart animal. If you feel like shit, imagine you're an exotic pet for some alien species and do what they'd do to keep you healthy. You gotta be well cared for. Animal abuse is a crime for a reason

"My pet human, Greg, hasn't left his bed in a long time. He's just scrolling his phone all day" Greg needs enrichment. Add enrichment in his enclosure and take him on walks

"Greg has been super lethargic and sad recently for seemingly no reason" Greg need vitamins, take him outside for some vitamin D and fresh air. Perhaps a picnic

"Greg won't sleep even though he's been super lethargic" Greg needs a schedule, especially for the lights in his enclosure.

"Greg has been super distant recently and keeps crying to sad music" Humans are pack animals, he needs to hug another human and hang out. Perhaps pack bond with a rock together

"Greg has been flailing around and panicking, his breathing is way faster than it should be" Greg is overwhelmed. Take Greg out of the situation and give him time to calm down. Perhaps somewhere cozy with tea and a movie

"Greg won't do what he needs to do" Train him. Humans do great with positive reinforcement, give him little treats when he's doing good

"Greg he's been super anxious and tired, he can't seem to enjoy his days" Humans needs to move around. Give Greg something to exercise with. Things like stretching, weight lifting, walking, or even dancing will help

"Even though I've taken really good care of Greg, he still has been having issues" Greg is ill, take him to the doctor. You might need a specialist (therapist, optometrist, oncologist, etc)

I know it feels patronizing, and I know it feels embarrassing or that you're "just giving into the clichés", but you are literally just a creature. You need to sleep/eat on time, you need enrichment, and you need to take care of your social needs. Humans are complicated animals, but they are also beautiful and all deserve proper care. This obviously isn't a perfect analogy, nothing is, but if you saw your friend taking care of their pet the way you take care of yourself, would you be concerned?

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Anytime I see a peice of media mentioning my favorite characters/pairings, I like it, and yell "I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE!" "FAGS THE BOTH OF YOU"

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MY FAVORITES ARE MANTA RAYS AND FRUIT BATS THEY LOOK SO STUPID I LOBE THEM

in my experience nobody stops having a favorite animal when they grow up but people DO stop asking. well now i'm asking. what's everyone's favorite animal mine is the noble manatee

[angelaristotle]

a good sailor will always return to the sea

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Im literally applying to colleges for an English literature major I love this sm!

NO IDEA – intros: emotional support system

Y/N ! - literature major

HITOKA YACHI ! - fashion student

KENMA KOZUME ! - gamer, twitch streamer

SHOYO HINATA ! - professional volleyball player

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Guys I love kyoutani sm, he's my favorite character (alongside tendo, iwaizumi, aone, and yachi) and to find a BAND SMAU !!.

Frothing at the mouth tbh I love Haikyuu! ive been in the Fandom since like 11.

NO IDEA - 1. things you shouldn't say

tw! so many kys/kms jokes

also english is my biggest enemy so be nice.

EXTRAS!

- yn was drunk, tired and sad so she said a bunch of things she didn't mean that night

- kyoutani normally doesn't care what other people think about the band, but he was really excited and proud to perform his new song

- oikawa is a literature major and i forgot this when i made the intros so i wrote something randomly sorry

taglist: @chlosology

[angelaristotle]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

The first thing Hajime noticed when he opened his eyes was the sound.

Not birds chirping. Not a peaceful breeze. No, it was the clatter of something suspiciously metallic hitting the kitchen floor, followed by a tiny voice yelling,

"I GOT IT, MAMA! I GOT IT! THE SPOON IS SAFE!"

Hajime groaned, dragging a hand over his face. He squinted at the alarm clock beside the bed. 6:17 AM.

There were at least three things wrong with that.

One: he was supposed to sleep in.

Two: he had told you to please not let the kid do anything dangerous before sunrise.

And three: today was his birthday — and he was being ambushed by silverware before coffee.

Still, there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The smell of something vaguely sweet drifted down the hall, carried by the familiar hum of your voice. That part? That made it worth it.

He padded out of the room barefoot, yawning as he turned the corner into the kitchen.

And paused.

The sight before him was a masterpiece of chaos.

You were standing over the stove in one of his old college volleyball t-shirts, hair messy and cheeks smudged with flour. A bowl with a suspicious amount of batter on the outside of it sat on the counter. Next to it, your daughter stood on a stool, waving a rubber spatula around like a sword.

“Back, ye batter beast!” she declared heroically, as she slapped it against the inside of the bowl.

You turned at the sound of Hajime’s quiet laugh. “Ah—! Babe, go back to bed! We were supposed to surprise you.”

Hajime walked over and kissed the top of your head. “You did surprise me. Pretty sure the spoon your kid launched across the room was a warning shot.”

“I saved it!” your daughter added proudly, holding it up like a trophy. “We’re making Daddy Happy Birthday pancakes!”

“Happy Birthday pancakes?” he asked, crouching down beside her.

“Yup. They look kind of like pancakes, and kind of like… volcanoes.”

“Volcanoes, huh?”

She nodded solemnly. “But it’s okay. Mama says they’re ‘abstract.’”

You groaned into the dish towel as Hajime laughed, deep and warm.

“Well,” he said, ruffling his daughter’s hair, “I’ve always wanted to eat edible volcanoes for my birthday.”

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By 7:15 AM, the three of you were sitting on the floor of the living room, plates balanced in laps, cartoons playing softly in the background.

The pancakes were, as advertised, both chaotic and charming — some lopsided, some overly crispy, one shaped like a heart (almost), and one that somehow looked like Oikawa’s hair. You didn’t point that out. Hajime noticed anyway.

“D’you remember what I said I wanted for my birthday last year?” Hajime asked, sipping his coffee.

“Hmm?” you hummed, still chewing.

“I said, ‘All I want is to sleep in. Just one morning.’”

You winced. “Right. So sorry about—”

“Don’t be,” he said, interrupting gently. “I didn’t know what I really wanted until now.”

You looked at him curiously.

He glanced at the couch, where your daughter was curled up under a blanket, syrup on her chin and already dozing off from the sugar rush. Then he looked back at you — at the soft sleep still in your eyes, the way you’d gone to all this trouble just to make this morning feel special, even in its imperfect mess.

“This,” he said. “You, her, this house. Chaos and all. This is it. This is my favorite place in the whole world.”

You didn’t say anything at first, just reached for his hand and laced your fingers with his.

“…Even the pancake volcanoes?” you asked.

He kissed the side of your head.

“Especially the pancake volcanoes.”

Deciding to maybe open a general works taglist, so if you've read a few if my general works and are interested in being added, just lmk!!

[angelaristotle]

YAY!!

Summer Lovin' Ch3

Chapter Summary: Bradley follows through with his split-second decision with the help of his friends. You and your friends get the preparations ready for the tailgate, but you’re anxious because you haven’t heard from Bradley.

Content Warnings: Alcohol use, adult language, horror movie references (Is that even a warning?)

Word Count: 2.2K

Series Masterlist Previous Chapter

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“You did what!?” Jake screeches at Bradley, which turns a few heads. 

“I maybe told them a lie about a concert I definitely don’t have tickets to…” Bradley trails off, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Dude, I can’t believe you!” Jake throws his hands in the air dramatically. 

“What’s this about Bradshaw lying about a concert?” Javy asks as he enters the locker room. 

“Why can’t you be quiet?” Bradley asks Jake with a burning blush of embarrassment on his face. 

Jake laughs at the state of the frazzled man and catches Javy up on his predicament. 

“Oooo, bro. You are down bad.” Javy puts a fist to his mouth as he laughs. 

“I hate you all.” He seethes. “Jake, I need you to help me.” The angry man now pleads. 

“What do you want me to do about it?” 

“Go with me,” Bradley says, as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. 

“Depends; who are the bands?” Jake contemplates. 

“I don’t know. Some metal bands.” 

“I think I’ll pass.” Jake brushes Bradley aside as the troubled man stands in shock.

A new, but timid, voice speaks up. “Wait, I know who’s the headliner.” 

Jake, Bradley, and Javy look over at Bob and Phoenix–who is standing behind him. 

Bradley snaps his fingers as Bob tells him who’s going to be there, “That’s the one!” 

Bob has a hopeful look. “Are you going?” 

“I will be.” 

“That’s awesome! Phoenix and I are going to meet up with a girl I’ve been talking to.” Bob says, but gets quiet at the last part. 

The group looks at Bob in amazement, but Bradley doesn’t think anything of it, too worried about his own problem. “Can I go with you guys if I buy the ticket right now?” Bradley asks, fumbling for his phone. 

“Of course, Rooster,” Phoenix smirks with an all-knowing look. 

“Buy me one, Bradshaw. I gotta see how this pans out.” Jake smirks as he leans on the lockers. 

“I thought you didn’t want to go?” Bradley glares at the amused man. 

“I just want to watch you crash and burn,” Jake replies with an evil grin. 

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There’s a pit forming in your stomach; you don’t know if it’s the nervous excitement for the concert, or the fact that Bradley hasn’t messaged you once. You chalk it up to him being busy—he is in the navy—but even a “Hey, it’s me.” Would have sufficed. For all you know, he could’ve thrown out your number the moment he left, and he left so suddenly. Did you go too far? 

A waving hand in your face snaps you out of your panicked trance. “You good?” Nikki asks, concerned. 

“Yep, all good.” You blink. 

“Okay, well, if the heat is too much, please let someone know.” She says, taking the cooler from your hand and cramming it into the trunk of Tommy’s truck. 

“Will do.” You salute. 

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Bradley breathes a sigh of relief as the transaction goes through. He thought for sure tickets would be sold out by now—the good seats were, at least—but he managed to snag two for him and Jake on the lawn. Luckily for him, that’s where Nat and Bob were as well. 

In his panicked state, Bradley forgot to message you; feeling like a dick, he quickly sends off a text. 

B: Hey, sorry I didn’t message sooner! I just wanted to know where you guys were sitting. I’m gonna be on the lawn. 

Y: No worries! I’m sure you’re busy. Unfortunately, we’re in the pit :( 

B: That’s okay. We can meet up at some point. What time will you be there?

Y: We’re tailgating around 5! You’re welcome to come and enjoy some drinks and food with us. 

B: I’m sorry, I don’t get done until 5 😞 By the time I get there, it’ll be about 7:00 when the gates open.

Y: We’ll think of something! I’ll see you later, finishing up some preparations. 

Bradley frowns, but he’ll make this work. 

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You feel the anxiety wash away as you see Bradley’s message pop up, but unfortunately, you guys won’t be able to hang around much; pit tickets are too expensive for you to sit on the uncomfortable lawn. 

After the truck is packed full of the drinks, food, tent, and chairs, you all break off to get your costumes ready. Yours is a simple Ghostface mask, with a Motionless in White t-shirt, a pair of black ripped shorts, and combat boots. Christa only has to do her hair and put on a red sundress to look like Pearl. The two of you chose to dress for the heat, and when you saw what the other three were wearing, your jaws hit the ground, fearing for their health. Danny is dressed as Art the Clown, and he has thick clown makeup on with a prosthetic nose to make it more hooked and longer, not to mention the hat and full-body black and white clown suit. 

Nikki is wearing a tux and painted her face to look like Billy the Puppet, and Tommy is dressed as Ash Williams in a blue dress shirt and black pants, with red eyeshadow smudged everywhere to give the appearance of cuts and bruises. 

“You guys are going to sweat all of that off.” You remark. 

“It’ll be so worth it,” Danny retorts, and takes his bicycle horn to honk at you. 

The sound makes you flinch, but Christa speaks up before you can chastise him for the noise. “Aren’t you guys worried about heat stroke?” 

“We’re in the pit, under the foyer. We’ll just drink a lot of water.” Tommy brushes off the concern. 

“We’re gonna be surrounded by stage lights and sweaty people. That might make it worse.” You add. 

“You only live once.” Nikki grins at you. 

“Weren’t you just telling me to let someone know if the heat was getting to me?” You remind her of her earlier words. 

“That’s because you’re not used to this Cali heat like we are.” 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You pout. 

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Outside the venue, the four of you set up the tent, chairs, and table while Danny fires up the grill. Pictures are taken–with friends and strangers–laughter fills the air, and despite your insistence on water, Danny guzzles beer. 

“Who are you messaging, Christa?” You look over your sister’s shoulder to see her frantically typing. 

“Oh, uh, no one…” She tries to play off your question. 

“Uh-huh, it wouldn’t be that Bob guy, would it?” Tommy laughs. 

Christa quickly glances around, having been caught. “Aw, why didn’t you tell me? That’s so cute, he messaged you.” You giggle. 

“I don’t know; I was afraid you’d tease me.” 

“Aww, when have I ever teased you?” You pinch her cheek. 

“My point…” 

“Nah, I’m happy for you. He seems like a good dude.” You assure her. 

The rest of the tailgate goes by in a flash as you guys make new friends and play a hilariously awful game of Cards Against Humanity and beer pong. 

When the gates open, your group is one of the first to get in, and you situate yourselves in the pit. 

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and a wide grin spreads on your face as you see Bradley’s name pop up. 

B: Are you guys at the venue yet?

Y: Yes, we’re down in the pit. The concert doesn’t start until 7:30, so we can come up real quick. 

“Hey, Bradley’s on the lawn; you guys wanna go see him?” You ask. 

“Sure.” Danny shrugs and beckons the others to follow. 

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The lawn is uncomfortable to sit on, and renting the venue’s lawn chairs is an additional $15; that wasn’t happening anytime soon. 

“I can’t believe you, Bradshaw.” Jake laughs. 

“Oh, shut up…” He mumbles as Bob and Nat snicker behind them. 

He glances up just in time to see a group of people dressed in costumes approach, but his confusion is quickly replaced when you take off your mask. “For a second, I thought you were gonna rob us or something.” He jokes as he stands up. 

“Nah, we’re dressed for the concert.” You smile.

“Hey, Michael Myers.” Jake laughs as he makes a comment that is now an inside joke between the two of you.  

Your shoulders sag in faux annoyance. “Sup, blondie.” 

“Dude, they’re supposed to be Ghostface.” Bradley curls his lip at Jake. 

“Thank you! At least someone here is cultured.” You giggle.

Jake repeats the same thing he said to you days before at the beach, and you grab Bradley’s arm as you laugh.  

Danny nudges Nikki on the shoulder and wiggles his eyebrows at the two of you. She stifles a giggle at him. 

Christa quickly walks over to Bob, and you can’t help but grin as the two are practically attached at the hip. 

“We need to get pictures!” Nikki suddenly squeals. 

The group all gets together as a stranger takes the pictures for you. 

“Do you want me to send them to you?” You ask Bradley. 

“Sure.” He smiles. 

The two of you sit on the lawn as Danny, Nikki, and Tommy announce they’re going back to the pit. Jake scrolls through his phone while annoying Nat, and you’re watching Bob and Christa from the corner of your eye. You can’t help the smile that etches itself onto your face as you watch the pair enjoy one another’s company. And occasionally, you’re stealing glances at the man beside you. “So, how was work today?” You ask. 

“Typical work day. Guzzling coffee, paperwork, flying jets, the usual.” He teases. 

“Such a normal day.” You laugh at his joke, as if flying a jet is typical for everyone. 

“What do you do for work?” He asks, curious to know what you do for a living. 

“I’m a Veterinary Technician. I work with animals all day. It has its ups and downs.” You shrug as if it’s not as important as a naval pilot. 

“Well, if I ever adopt a pet, I’ll know who to take it to.” He laughs. 

“You wouldn’t come all the way out to Ohio for an animal.” You smile sadly at the realization that this is a temporary affair. 

Bradley, who noticed your sudden change, lightens the mood. “Sweetheart, I have access to a jet. I could get to Ohio in no time.” 

“Oh, really? And where would you park it?” You laugh and bump into his shoulder. 

“I’ll figure something out.” He smiles. 

You glance at the clock and see that the time reads 7:23 pm; you frown at him and reluctantly tell him you need to leave. “I’ll see you around.” He smiles. 

Gathering Christa, the two of you head back down to the pit as Bradley watches your retreating figures. 

Jack throws himself next to Bob; “Well?” 

“Well, what?” Bob asks, and Jake frowns at the oblivious man. “God, you’re so dense.” He groans, falling back onto the grass as Bradley and Nat laugh. 

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The concert went by in the blink of an eye, and you enjoyed yourself so much that the elbow to your eye in the mosh pit won’t bring down your good mood. “You’re going to wake up with a big ole’ black eye.” Tommy laughs as he jostles your shoulders. 

“I knowww.” You drawl. 

“Who wants Taco Bell?” Danny asks as the five of you head to Tommy’s truck. 

There is no better taste than the midnight, post-concert feast of Taco Bell. Everyone excitedly shouts, “Me!” as they clamor into the truck. 

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“Well, that was something!” Jake yells, as he cannot hear himself because of the loud music. 

“Yeah, it was kinda scary, not gonna lie…” Bradley also yells. 

“We thought it was great!” Bob and Nat say in agreement. They came prepared with earplugs and don’t have to shout to hear their own voices.

“How can you guys stand that music?” Jake questions loudly. 

“Shut up, Bagman. We don’t say anything about you and your country music.” Nat huffs. 

“What!?” Jake cups his hand to his ear. 

“Forget it.” Nat grits her teeth.

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The five of you are sitting in the parking lot, eating away at tacos and drinking Mountain Dew like it came from the Fountain of Youth itself. You grab your phone from your pocket as you feel a buzz come through; you grin when you see Bradley’s name pop up. 

B: Did you enjoy the concert?

B: You looked like you had a lot of fun. 

Your smile grows wider as the thought of Bradley watching you crosses your mind. 

Y: I did! Did you?

B: Definitely. 

Bradley technically didn’t like the music, per se; he’s still trying to get his hearing back, but he enjoyed spending time with you and watching Bob and Nat try to start their own mosh pit on the lawn.

B: I’m glad you enjoyed it, and it was nice to see you again. I’ll talk to you later, I’ve got work tomorrow.

Y: Goodnight, Bradley.

Christa nudges your shoulder with a shit-eating grin. “Don’t you have something better to do? Like text Bob?” You tease.

Christa’s face drops in embarrassment as she mumbles indecencies your way. 

You giggle at her sister-like reaction and enjoy the special evening while it lasts.

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A/N: This was released for @weezer-alert's birthday! Everyone say happy birthday to my sister!

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i think I just tore the fuck out of my hip flexor for the 983rd time and istg standing up felt like Jason Todd coming our of the Lazarus pit