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It’s the stache. It’s always the stache.

pedro dilf pascal strikes again

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Hey everyone, I’m in the hospital currently because I’m really sick and I didn’t have it in me to write for tomorrow right now. It will get done I swear. I’m just really disappointed with how my writing is turning out at the moment and i didn’t want to continue to butcher it. I’ll have something out for tomorrow soon I swear.

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Hey Ma

Day 9: write about meeting a characters parents steve rogers x reader previous day | next day masterlist warnings: angst, fluffy ending A/N: this idea popped into my head and I immediately went "that's so morbid, I love it" sorry about missing the last two days I needed a break lol.

You stared at the headstones, not exactly sure what to say. When Steve invited you to meet his parents, you weren’t quite sure what to expect. You rocked back on your feet slightly, looking out of the corner of your eye at Steve. He stared, with his hands in his pockets. There wasn’t sadness, just an unreadable expression. You swallow before walking forward, feeling Steve's eyes track your every movement. You placed the small bouquet of flowers on Sarah’s grave, you stared for a moment before walking back to Steve. He removed his hands from his pockets, placing yours in his own.  “Ma, there’s someone I want you to meet-”

You smiled as the words flowed from him. You could tell he loved his mother, even all these years later. You leaned against him as he talked, speaking of how the two of you met, describing you, and how much he wished you could meet her.

Your thumb began to rub his hand, attempting to get closer to him in any way you could. You felt him take a breath and you briefly glanced his way before turning back, wanting to give him a small semblance of privacy to collect himself.

“I know this probably wasn’t what you expected, we don’t have to stay any longer.” You finally looked at him as he continued to stare ahead, tracing the indent of his mothers name with his eyes. Over and over, almost not ready to let go of this moment.

“Actually, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay awhile.” His eyes stopped their movement as you led him to the ground, continuing to lean on him. This time you began to talk about everything, nothing, and all inbetween. You talked to Sarah about your school, your job, your version of how you met Steve, how beautiful she was, but most importantly- how much you almost definitely loved her son.

As you continued to ramble, Steve thought to himself that he was most definitely in love with you too.

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YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS this is so fucking cute oh my god And also so relatable. The domesticity! The storm! The Grilled Cheese! UGHHHHHHHH (now I want a grilled cheese and to brood on a fire escape but I'm a home owner god damnit! I will brood on my wrap around porch)

stormy weather

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 720 words. notes: a very abstract take on 'write a true story about you with characters instead of people', one of the prompts from the ever lovely @reaperintheroses drabble december! this was more 'write about feelings', but i tried. warnings: vague bad headspace on jason's part

he was in a mood.

you weren't sure what mood, but it wasn't good.

it was, however, familiar enough that you weren't surprised when he walked through the bedroom like a ghost.

all he took with him as he left it was a nail file.

you sat quietly, listening for the window.

there it was, about half a minute later: the sliding sound of the window in the frame was quiet but unmistakable, as was the sound of it sliding shut behind him.

fire escape brooding.

you sighed- that was a surefire sign that the mood had settled in completely. you had hoped, somewhat naïvely, that it would be a "wrong side of the bed" situation; had hoped he would be able to shake it off.

with the mood here to stay, you put your phone aside and slid out of bed.

it wasn't something to fix. not days like this. as much as you wished you could carry the weight of this for him, you settled instead for trying to share the load.

you took your time walking through the apartment, giving him his space for a little while as you boiled water and steeped tea for him.

you dug out his largest, warmest sweatshirt, tugging it on to brace against the cold you knew was wrapped around him both mentally and literally. then, with a glance at his silhouette in the window, you picked up his mug and approached.

he barely reacted to the sound of the window opening, only shifting slightly so his ear was towards you in silent acknowledgement.

"i made tea," you said softly, leaning on the sill. "interested?"

jason hesitated a moment, the only sounds the traffic below.

he shrugged, twirling the nail file between two fingers.

you reached over, gently pressing the mug into his free hand, watching as he pulled it to his chest with a hum.

"do you want space, or would you prefer i join you?"

"...you can." his voice was steady, but uncharacteristically quiet and lifeless. "not gonna be much company right now."

you slid out the window, closing it behind you, and he glanced up at you blankly. "you don't have to be," you said firmly, quietly, as you sat down beside him. "i'm just here."

the metal was freezing, even through your thick sweatpants. it would take more than a stretch of the imagination to call it comfortable, but you settled in like it was memory foam.

you sat in silence, listening to him breathe beside you and watching it fog in your peripheral.

you sat until your legs ached and your nose felt about ready to fall off from the cold. you sat for far longer than it took him to drain his mug. you sat long enough that the rush of lunch traffic came and went below you.

you sat watching gray clouds churn in the sky, offering the only comfort you could: he wasn't alone.

eventually, he inhaled deeply, and you felt something shift.

"you want a grilled cheese?" his voice was rough and quiet, but using it was a good sign.

you recognized the offer as the thank you that it was.

"yeah," you matched his volume, gently breaking your silence. "that sounds good."

it wasn't over, not by a long shot. you could feel it in the air around you, as though jason was a storm and the front was rolling in. it would be a few days, you suspected, of this- of disconnect, of that distant look in his eyes.

and that was the best case scenario.

he pushed himself up and off the ground, wincing when his bad ankle popped unpleasantly, and you changed your mind. he wasn't the storm. a storm in his own right, sure, strong and beautiful and immovable to all the world, but in this case he was standing on the coast and watching the storm turn the ocean angry.

he reached a hand down to help you up.

you took it, squeezing it once, twice, three times in quick succession as you hauled yourself to your feet. once there, you relaxed your grip.

he kept his, keeping your palm against his own. bracing himself against the wind.

you'd be damned if you let him board up the windows and sandbag the doorways on his own.

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Hey y’all, I quite literally forgot to write a prompt for day 7, If I’m not swamped with work I can do a little something something later.

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Smoke Sesh

Day 6: write a drabble based on your top song from this year Bradley Bradshaw x reader Warnings: recreational marijuana use, mentions of Bradleys lack of parents, Robins shitty writing previous day | next day masterlist A/N: My actual top song is from an artist I no longer support. This song is much better and was #2. This is William and I's smoking song, hence the theme of this drabble

You turned on your speaker, waiting for Bradley to come back from the kitchen with your lighter. The both of you finally had a day off and you just needed to relax. You opened the window to let out some of the inevitable smoke as Bradley walked back in, lighter in hand. He handed you the joint before flopping onto the couch. You sat down next to him, placing the blunt into your mouth. He struck a flame for you, lighting the end for you before dropping back down and letting you take the first hit. 

This time of year was hard for him, not having his parents around for the holidays. You both needed the outlet and no one at work was going to say anything to him. You exhaled before passing the joint to him. You grabbed your phone as he sucked gently. Your music of choice began filtering softly from the speaker in the corner of your living room as Bradley breathed out a cloud of smoke. You turned to look at him from your place on the couch, drinking in the picture he painted. He looked like a Greek god as he held the joint in between his lips. His face relaxed and eyes shut. “I love you a lot,” you whispered as you plucked the blunt from his lips. He puckered his lips, trying to blow a smoke ring before turning his face to look at you.  “I know,” you giggled at his response before facing the front of your room.

The Nevada air drifted in from your open window, bringing in the scent of the distant desert and winter. The music wrapped you in a warm embrace, calming your senses and relaxing your thoughts.

You both needed this.

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What the-

Day 5: write a true story about you with characters instead of people Dean Winchester x Reader previous day | next day masterlist Warnings: swearing A/N: this was fun and made me cry.

“Dean what the fuck is this?” You held out the velvet box you found in the glove compartment. You hear the dolly slide out from underneath the car the two of you were attempting to restore. 

“What is, oh that.” You glare at him, holding the box away from you as if it had offended you personally. 

He moves to roll the dolly back under the car and you stick your foot out to stop it. “Don’t even think about it,” you hiss. He groans before looking back at you. “Babe, do we have to do this now? I was just about to start an oil change.” He whines at you and you gape at him. “Are you fucking serious?” He groans as he pulls himself to his feet, wincing as he wipes his hands on his pants mumbling about how they were new and he was already ruining them. You raise your eyebrows at him as he holds his hand out. “Can I have it please,” He goes to grab it from you and you move your hand back, just to be annoying, before you let him grab it. You clears his throat before shaking his arms, as if psyching himself up. You rolled your eyes as he bent down on one knee. “Listen, you’re my best friend and I can’t imagine anyone I would rather spend all of my waking moments with. You mean so much to me, and honestly I really need the tax deductible,” you reach your foot out to kick him, “Hey I’m just kidding, so will you marry me?” You laughed before getting down on your knees and embracing him, “abso-fucking-lutley.”

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I'm Here Now

Day 4: Write your favorite trope Jason Todd x Reader previous day | next day masterlist Warnings: Nightmares A/N: going back to my roots.

You pushed yourself onto your elbows, breathing hard as the adrenaline pumped through your body. You don’t even remember what happened, just that your legs hurt and you were scared. You squeezed your eyes tight, trying to calm down. Jason had just come back from a long night, you didn’t want to wake him. He didn’t need to be bothered. You ran a hand over your face, trying to muffle your breathing. You felt the bed shift underneath you, nearly jumping out of your skin when you felt a hand against your back. When the hand started rubbing in soothing circles you felt yourself relax slightly.

Jason pulled you into his side, continuing to rub you back. He smelled like rain and sandalwood. You leaned further into him as your heavy breathing slowed. He kissed the top of your head, not saying anything. You nodded to show that you were fine now, that he could let go.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You felt his voice run through you, calm you. He was like the eye of a hurricane. Your peace that kept you safe. You shook your head, “not much to say.” He nodded. “Wanna try and go back to bed then?” You nodded, laying down again. This time you let him pull you into his side. “You can sleep now, and when you wake up I’ll be here.”

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Vaquero

Day 3: write a drabble with a character from the last tv show you watched Javier Peña x Reader previous day | next day masterlist Warnings: mentions of death, can be read as romantic partners or as platonic buddies A/N: sorry this took so long, I have a clogged milk duct rn so I've been hustling to the doctor and to multiple stores to find a way to feed my kid lmao. Vaquero means cowboy and cariña means sweetheart.

“Javier-” you started, not at all liking where he was going with whatever he was planning. He silenced you with a look as he walked over to the tiny window in your office, opening it to let out all of the smoke that had accumulated from his stress cigarette. “It might be the only way to get remotely closer to catching Escobar,” his draw dragging out his words. “I need you to trust me.” You frowned, looking closer at the file of information he had slid your way. It did nothing to soothe your nerves, your desire to just pluck the cigarette straight out of his mouth growing with each word or picture you scanned. 

“Will you please just be-” 

“I’ll be careful cariña,” he interrupted you. He placed his hand atop yours briefly, squeezing before dropping it again. You nodded as he pushed his chair back. “Besides, I think I owe you a whiskey for all the trouble and early onset gray hairs I’m giving you.” You rolled your eyes, the moment already gone. “Can’t pay for an expensive whiskey if you're dead because Escobar sniffed you out and planned an ambush. Get going vaquero.” He smirked before walking out, leaving the door open because he knew it annoyed you. You shut the file in front of you, repeating that he was going to be fine in your head as you slammed your door.

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Answered Prayers

Jake Seresin x Innocent reader warnings: innocent reader, first kiss, minimal dialogue Prompt: Write a first kiss previous day | next day masterlist A/N: I really struggled with this lol. Annapolis, Maryland is where the naval academy is located. He gripped your face slightly, the butterflies in your stomach rose to your throat. You felt your lungs constrict. No words would come out. You just choked. You’d asked for this. You’d prayed to God that it would happen all throughout high school. And then he left. He was home for Christmas. the naval academy had shaved his head, defined his muscles. You had subconsciously been counting down the moments til he got home. You had waited until the day after he returned to your little Texas town. Letting him spend the time with his family. You didn’t know what this was. This thing between you. Yet you centered yourself anyway. Glad out of everyone, it was him. Everyone’s first kiss should be special, even if you wanted until your highschool best friend was shipped off to Annapolis to confess your love to him. So you smiled. Nodded slightly. He bent down, his hold on your face soft as butter. “Just relax,” his draw, which so far had been disguised from all these weeks in Maryland, coated his words. You shut your eyes as his lips met yours. Hesitant, tender. You melted, your prayers finally answered.

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If you're still taking requests for your top gun sleepover : all business secret softy female engineer!reader x cocky pilot with a heart of gold, Rooster?

Plane Doctor

Day 1: write a random request that's been in my inbox for a while Warnings: Fluff Bradley Bradshaw x GN!Reader Masterlist Next Day A/N: It's HEREEEEEEE! I'm so happy that it's already drabble december time again. This is from all the way back in June from the topgun sleepover. To the original requester: I hope you see this somehow, I'm sorry I missed it. To the rest of you, don't forget to send in your requests!

"Bradshaw!" You turn around, wrench in hand, looking for the pilot. You open your mouth to shout again when he emerges from in between two planes, sunglasses shielding his eyes and a smirk coating his lips. "What's up, Doc?" You take in a deep breath, before forcing a smile.

"When was the last time you did basic maintenance," you ask, ignoring the nickname.

"I dunno, maybe a week ago, why?"

You sigh, using the wrench to scratch at your temple. "It's not my job to do your chores for you, so maybe that's what's causing the funny noise from mid flight." You drop your voice to mock him, watching as his face barely wavers. "You're the plane doctor, can't you just give it a little tune up?" You throw the wrench at him, raising your eyebrows in amusement as he struggles to catch it. "Don't call me that, do it yourself. Maybe if you had done, I don't know, your job then you wouldn't have to worry about it."

You can tell by the way his smile slightly falls and the obvious role of his eyes under his shades that you had struck a nerve. And damn if that didn't satisfy you slightly. You kick the tool box sitting at your feet towards him before turning around.

"Good luck Bradshaw, if you do something right maybe you won't crash later," you call over your shoulder. You hear him scoff behind you, muttering out to at least use his rank.

Your day had been long, way too long. You felt like no amount of body wash could get off the grease and oil. You made your way to the common room, ready to just watch a movie and relax. You opened the tall wooden door, hoping no one was inside, so you could just forget about work for the rest of the night.

When Bradleys soft eyes and kind face greeted you, you instantly felt relaxed. He looked up briefly from whatever he was reading, raising his eyebrows at you. "Rough day-" he asked, starting your familiar banter- "rough life." You finished the statement the both of you had been repeating to each other for the year and a half you'd been together.

He put his book down on the coffee table in front of him, opening his arms. You gratefully fell into them, leaning your head against his chest as you attempted to comfortably situate yourself against him. "Maybe it's your karma for being mean to me earlier." You glared up at him from your spot against him. "You know if the others got wind of us, or any sort of me playing favorites someone would complain and I would lose my job." You let yourself fall again as he kissed the top of your head. "I know, I'm just giving you shit because I love you." You nestled your head against his shirt.

"That's bullshit." He chuckled.

"I know,"

"You're lucky I love you," you smile briefly as his hands close around your back, completing his embrace. You sit up as you feel his mouth open against the top of your head.

"Does tha-'' you start after him, cutting him off- "no that still does not mean you can call me the plane doctor."

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Drabble December Masterlist '22

*= adult themes

day 1: write a request that's been in your inbox for a while Plane Doctor - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader - You do your best but this one pilot can't help but to get on your nerves.

Day 2: write a first kiss Answered Prayers - Jake Seresin x Reader - Jake is back from Annapolis and he's ready to be one of your firsts Day 3: write about a character from the last tv show you watched Vaquero -Javier Peña x Reader - You trust Javier wholey. That doesn't stop you from worrying

Day 4: write your favorite trope I'm Here Now - Jason Todd x Reader - You can't even remember what happened in the dream, all you know is you don't want to think about it anymore

Day 5: write a true story with characters instead of people What The? - Dean Winchester x Reader - You find something suspicious in the glove box of the car you and dean are working on and you can't help but confront him on it. Day 6: write a fic based on your top song from this year Smoke Sesh * -Bradley Bradshaw x Reader -you and bradley need a break

Day 9: write about meeting a characters parents Hey Ma -Steve Rogers x Reader -You meet Steve's mom

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Drabble December!

Hey everyone!!!

So first and foremost, I had my baby! My son was born on October 25th, 2022 and he's just the cutest little thing I stg. So I figured, since I have another thing to celebrate.... I'm doing another drabble december! And this year, since I have a newborn and I'm a little busy with learning how to be a milf, I wanted to invite anyone to participate! Just shoot me a dm, an ask, or reblog this post to let me know that you're participating so I can reblog your work! (You don't have to do every single day either lmao). This year is going to look a little different. I have a predetermined prompt list and instead of just DC characters I'm going to create a character list for people to request from. So when you send in your request just say what day you want and what character. There's very minimal rules, just try and post at least a few times, use the #drabbledecember so I know to reblog it, and have fun!!

heres my character list

here is the prompt list in day order

1-write a random request that’s been in your ask box forever 2- write a first kiss 3- write something with a character from the last tv show you watched 4- write your favorite troupe  5- write a true story about you with characters instead of people  6- write something based off of your most listened to song from this year 8- random request 9-write about meeting a characters family 10-soft smut 11-rewrite your first fic (in Drabble form) 12- write about two characters having a discussion about a very niche topic that you know about  13-holiday shopping 14- write about waking up to snow 15- give an excerpt from a wip  16-comfort fic 17-plot twist!! (Don’t reveal that’s what this prompt was until the end) 18-midnight snacks 19- HAPPY FIRST DAY OF HANUKKAH! write a Hanukkah story for everyone celebrating! Everyone else: getting ready for a fancy event together 20: HURT/ comfort 21: late night future dreaming  22: cooking together 23: holiday movies 24: Christmas Eve! If you celebrate Christmas use the phrase “mommy’s kissing Santa clause” in your Drabble. If you don’t celebrate, write about showing up to someone’s door in the middle of the night for cuddling purposes 25: merry Christmas! Write about opening presents if you celebrate a holiday that involves presents that falls on the 25th. If not: free space! 26: house deep clean with your significant other 27: write something involving a shower 28: write a fic involving codenames 29: best friends to lovers 30: snow day! 31: write a reunion fic just in time for the midnight kiss!

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Robins Drabble December Character List!

Any of the pilots with speaking roles from Top Gun (except Maverick, Cyclone, Warlock) Rhett Abbot (Outer Range)

Any of the Avengers, Loki, Yelena, Peter Parker, Marc Spector and Steven Grant, Dare Devil, Punisher (Basically just send me an ask about marvel characters lmao)

Any DC Character featured last year

(Any other character who you think I would know and I'll let you know if I do)

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Im in labor and let me just say

im not ready!

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Happy anniversary Will. I know that faceless tumblr that’s been reblogging all my shitposts is you, asshole. I hate you. I love you. I miss you.

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YESSSSSSSSSSS

Im still in very close contact with one of my troops family that is a gold star. Her daughter and I hang out all the time and I’m currently teaching her how to drive. Rooster and Carol would not have been on their own.

The old navy camo uniforms were called blueberries but they don’t have those anymore now they have the same ones as the rest of the military.

While you’re at the naval academy your rank is Midshipmen

YOU DONT CHOOSE YOUR OWN CALLSIGN!!!!!!! I have a whole post on what a callsign is and how you get one. They are not cute and are chosen by your squadron. They can do with your appearance, your ethnicity, your flying abilities, your personality, an awkward encounter in the locker room, etc (my callsign was tally because I kept tallies for lots of random things on my dash)

The planes that they fly in top gun are Boeing F/A-18E/F Super Hornet (lots of people just call them super hornets but they are not to be confused with the hornet) and not that many people in the military fly them.

If you’re doing research and can’t find anything on naval aviation (for some reason) research marine corps aviation. The marines and navy work very closely. But don’t use the Netflix movie Purple Hearts for research/inspo.

Backseaters in the super hornets would be weapons system officers not RIOS Tom cats like that are older than the queen of England and deserve to be retired and never be brought back to service (respectfully).

There’s multiple ways to enlist but the most popular are

-NROTC (for the navy) where you do it in college if you do this you’re still considered a midshipmen

-Enlistment where you sign up and then do training

-Naval academy (navy is INCREDIBLY SELECTIVE!! It’s a 9% acceptance rate) you have to get a letter of recommendation from your congressman, pass a fitness test, and have great grades/test scores

-officers enlistment where you do college and then enlist and get reimbursed for college and enter as an officer

All this being said GO ARMY BEAT NAVY!

Feel free to dm me if you have any other questions about military aviation or NROTC (I’m currently the head of rotc at my husbands school) I love talking about it!

Tips For Top Gun Fanfic from a Military Brat/ Gold Star Kid:

Gold Star Kid: A child who lost their parent in the military

1. Army is not synonymous with Navy- They’re in the navy not the army

2. The glasses that bob wears are called BCGS- military issued glasses that are joking called “birth control goggles” bc they’re ugly af

3. Gold Star Kids, (Rooster, Mac, Ect) will normally be familiar with their dads friends even after he passes- the troop will kinda crowd to protect and help the family

4. You cannot live on base after your service member passes, you’ll almost immediately have to move off

5. If you’re married to a service member you have a military ID and base access

6. Deployment communication between partners is usual e-mail!

7. There are gold star events for kids, siblings, and even parents to help with grief! I honestly just think this would be interesting/ cute to add to a story

8. Bradley most likely got free college and probably ended up going after he didn’t get accepted into the naval academy

9. It’s actually not super common to go around in uniform for no reason and you could get in trouble for it

10. And just a random thing; Bradley definitely remembers his dad even though he was young- and honestly a lot of random things in the military probably trigger him. Likes Ices funeral, being on base and hearing TAPS; things like that.

11. Bradley has a copy of his dads tags, and a flag from his funeral

12. Remember that brad also owns a regular camouflage navy uniform just bc it’s hot

13. He also cannot just give you his dog tags lmao- he can give you an old pair but you can’t just keep his current ones.

14. While deployed a service member may only be able to come back for 2 weeks just for the birth of their child and leave again immediately.

If you have any questions you can either comment or dm me; I’m super open to talking about it- and if you have questions specifically about how military handles gold star kids lemme know:)