#brushoff

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Dream/Hallucination Brushoff: Chip & Dale Rescue Rangers 2022

I've mentioned before that the new Chip & Dale: Rescue Rangers film is a mixed bag for me. It would be a dream come true of a half-continuation to Roger Rabbit, except Rescue Rangers is not the franchise I would have chosen to have it to take place in, especially if it ruins how long Chip and Dale have known each other (which was WAY before the 80's), and I would not have chosen the Disney chipmunks everyone already knows as the comeback-making protagonists saving toons from being bootlegged. If anything, a cynical cartoon cat hating the "cats are mean" trope should have been the protagonist. Also, it ignores that Peter Pan is featured in other Disney media after the 1953 film, such as Return to Neverland, House of Mouse, Kingdom Hearts and Jake and the Neverland Pirates.

So, in terms of tying all franchises together, these kind of events would happen in my crossover-verse, but not with the Rescue Rangers as the ones who save the day or an evil bloated crime lord Peter Pan. The version that Disney done would only exist as a dream or hallucination.

[dagasinfilo]

not having a very good one tonight lads

[zorilleerrant]

okay so Bernard:

had a close friend come back to life in high school

is obsessed with the Bat drama and has definitely seen all the conspiracy theories of who is which dead Robin

lives in a world where some people (like Superman) have publicly come back to life and there's a whole thing about it

joined a cult that seemingly had raising the dead as one of its long term end goals???

would've seen Tim's death announced in the news, maybe even went to the funeral, and then Tim is back either acting like it never happened and giving him the brushoff, or admitting it did happen but he doesn't want to talk about it

you guys I don't think Bern believes in death anymore

[joelletwo]

and llet it not go unsaid shortly following ep The Core. Absolutely fantastic little microcosm fleshout of the mgstr dynamic. Pouty little thing reasonably as always going hey your plan is probably going to kill us all are you STUPID. Doesnt get the usual brushoff instead gets brought into megss confidence so megs can bask in screamer glowingly genuinely impressed telling him how smart he is. Not actually in his confidence - kept mission intel from him cuz he "cant act for shit, you simpering coward" (is simpering the word i was trying to think of). Plan goes to shit, screamer immediately takes back all his praise and goes YOUR STUPID FUCKING PLANS. megs keeps him from even getting to kill prime about it so they can have a thoughtful little olive branch teamup on their lonesome twosome (screamer runs off screaming ans crying about it) (gets shot, makes screamer noises). No lessons are learned

[randomfoggytiger]

"I Think She Was Just Trying to Get Away"

(Fictober, Day 18)

Today's prompt is from @tossingmyglossymane: "What happened after Monday? Conversation between our two favorite idiots after the episode. Or really, any episode. I’m a big fan of missing scene fics."

Had fun with this, though it turned out a little bit different~.

*****

Mulder's voice filtered through, monotone-depressed rather than monotone-informative. "I think she was just trying to get away."

“...Are you okay?”

“Meet you there in an hour.” 

Scully listened to him cut the call; and sighed, placing the phone back on its set. 

The universal Mulder brushoff. 

No, not a brushoff-- a “do not touch” sign. 

As much as he encouraged his partner to open up to him, Scully knew Mulder compartmentalized his emotions into boxes identical to her own but with even tighter lids. Failures especially hit him hard-- striking his gut, curving upwards like a hook, ripping apart important organs on its way out-- and they both thought it easier to escape each new wound than to face it. For her, escape was work; for him, it was distance. For her, Luthor Lee Boggs immediately after a funeral; for him, a jaw lock on the Truth until all possibilities ran out. Then collapse: for her, usually on his strength; for him, likely wherever he stood but more than likely in his basement.

Scully paused, blinked, realized she'd only ever seen him fall apart twice in their partnership (Lucy Householder's unexplained death and his mother's unexpected stroke), almost thrice when ten to twenty feet away from her illusory suicide. But she knew Mulder: knew he wasn't ashamed to arrive at her apartment, helpless, with red eyes, bloodstains, and guilt-- knew shame was her department, not his. Mulder avoided. He was afraid giving in was giving up; and only ever broke down when admitting defeat.

Her mother and Melissa had told her-- in as much detail as she could tolerate-- about his behavior during her abduction and (first) miraculous recovery. Scully had also seen him lose more of himself, his hope, through her cancer; and watched his faith collapse after her remission. “I can’t do this alone,” he’d confessed in his hallway last summer. She believed him.

His one-in-five billion, Scully pondered. Another burden: believing in a man the rest of the world has written off. His Doubting Thomas, following faithfully for years but still insisting to see and touch with her own eyes and hands in order to believe. But until Mulder died and resurrected... well, until Mulder had died and resurrected as an infallible, unquestionable deity, Scully reasoned she was safe in her doubts. One fallible partner to another. And there was always unshakeable trust under her doubts, which she knew he needed more than blind belief.

She looked around the office, wondered what it meant that Mulder had gone home to fight insomnia rather than stay and brood. How tired he must have been. 

Making a decision, Scully retreated from the desk to find her laptop, diligently rooting through her emails until she found an autopsy request. At the very least, she’d make sure Mulder had a few hours to himself, time enough to put his internal organs back into their proper positions. Maybe even bring him some cool but incomplete information about the gory details-- an abstract puzzle to help along the concrete process. 

“Partners,” she affirmed, selecting 'Dana, Need a Favor' with precision.

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023, and @fictober-event

[taylorswiftstylequestions]

RED MY FAVORITE ALBUM OF ALL TIME Favorite song: All Too Well [cliche, I know] Favorite lyrics: .....can I list the whole album? jk. I was only going to list 2 lyrics for each album but I'm sorry, I have failed for Red. "Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago." / "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place." / "I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to." / The bridge of All Too Well / "Time is taking it's sweet time erasing you." Most underrated song: Come Back... Be Here

You know it's actually so fun seeing that line sequestered now because I've always seen Fearless through Red as a heartbreak in slow motion. The disintegration of the teenaged hopeless romantic who at one point hinged her entire image on fairytales and princess dresses and we sort of saw that fall apart slowly over the course of three albums. The cavalier brushoff delivery invoking the classic fairytale intro "once upon a time" with this kind of ironic, sarcastic insult at your own expense about all the mistakes you make is interesting to me and I never really connected that fully until now.

[jhsharman]

The Brushoff

Establishment of the name "Doiley".

Can't quite seem to pull off the coloring of Weatherbee's invisible mouth.

[twst-drabbles]

Cater 4

Summary: An age filter made Cater a little more sentimental than he realized.

(Oh boy this one be an emotional one! He caught feelings bad without realizing it.)

It’s become something of a game to Cater, to add in new apps and try out all sorts of strange filters just to see how they would interact with you. At first, this was all nothing more than something to entertain his audience with. He had a blast reading the comments trying to decipher all those glitched photos he posted.

When someone managed to figure out that this was caused by someone rather than a faulty camera, he had to confirm it, and his views only blasted off from there. Of course, he had to feed into it, claiming that, “Come on guys! You’re giving my cosmic lover too much power!”

With your permission of course. Seems you like to cause mischief as well. Thank you for existing, Prefect!

Of course, all trends must die off and the excitement of this joke eventually ran its course. Though that doesn’t stop him from taking pictures with all of these custom made filters.

“Prefect,” Cater poked his head into your class, knowing you like to stick around even though you have free time, “I have another filter I want to try!”

You languidly looked up, “Oh, again? What is it?”

He couldn’t keep the pep from his step. Did he look a bit too giddy? Yeah, probably, but that’s doesn’t matter. You’re the only one here after all.

“Just an age filter, nothing weird this time,” Cater said as he slid an arm over your shoulder, adjusting himself for the perfect angle. “Just wanted to see how we’d look if we were old.”

“I see,” you leaned your head against his, as per his insistence, but he froze at the warmth, “Well? Go on.”

He hates to admit how his finger slipped and nearly dropped his phone. Cater scrambled to grip his phone before a fuzz of warped colors blew out from his peripheral. A thin tendril slipped out from between the both of you, skimming his right over his tight waist before gripping the phone.

You pressed it back into his hand before retracting your extra limb. “There we go.”

“Th-” Cater coughed into his hand, trying to calm his flushed face. He doesn’t want to look at a selfie with that kind of face. “Thank you. Alright, say cheese!”

There’s a click and Cater flipped his phone to see what he got. His skin was shivering with embarrassment still, but it was silenced in favor of taking in every little detail of this photo. Of this perfectly clear, perfectly unblemished photo.

There he was, his hair grayed out, wrinkles all over the place with a longer nose, with you by his side, looking just as old.

“Hmm?” You leaned over his shoulder to get a look, “Something wrong with it?”

Cater propped his elbows on the desk. “…I’ll never get to see you looking like this, right?”

He should be laughing, he should be entertained at the amount of wrinkles this filter decided to give you compared to him. But something in his chest hurt when he saw you and him sitting in that photo, aged together. Like an old couple, like people that have known each other for years and years on with nothing to get in the way.

He knows you and him don’t run on the same time. You’ll see him old, but he can’t say the same for you. He was so disconnected from the concept that he simply shrugged it off, as though it was just another fact of life rather than something capable of hurting.

Cater thought this would be fleeting. That you’d come here, that you’d be friends, that you’d hang out occasionally, and then you’d go back home no problem.

Nothing about that has changed, and yet why is his throat gripping him so tightly?

“Even if you don’t go home, you don’t age like I do. When I’m in the grave, I bet you won’t look one year older.” The words tumbling out of him scare him. He’s exposing too much, he can feel heat from behind his eyes. So Cater clamps himself shut on that faucet with a simple brushoff, “Man, how lucky is that? I bet you’ll get to see so much when you live as long you do!”

When you brushed the back of your hand against his cheek, a whimper got caught in his chest.

“It can’t be helped, Cater,” please, stop carding your fingers through his hair. Don’t make him show more than he already has. “It’s why I try and enjoy myself, whenever I can, even when I know we’ll eventually part.”

Cater hunched over himself, protecting his phone as though it’ll protect his sore heart. “Sorry…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

[rewrotethestars]

garvez ‘hmmms’ (read or don’t read)

one of my other shows broke up a couple and I feel like they were HEAVILY relying on the will they won’t they tension with them. i personally saw no reason to break them up but whatever and they have another couple they’re handling fine but. i digress. 

anywho. it just kind of made me think of how cm writers are treating garvez at the moment. and the idea of a “love triangle” is just disappointing or its just a brushoff from erica

 and they handled luke’s character (and by handle, i mean totally hands off) terribly. don’t get me wrong, i love a cute lil love sick puppy but i also don’t want him to be a emotional crutch for garcia.

i want, NO NEED, more luke content i guess is basically what im getting at. and even if i still want garvez, i either want 100% commitment or nothing.

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Dream/Hallucination Brushoff: Back at the Barnyard

I will never consider Back at the Barnyard as canon events in my crossover-verse. Anyone agree?

[unproduciblesmackdown]

prommy i'm not trying to liveblog which i can't even do extensively b/c while i Must speak at length, it sure takes time and effort all the same. but i'm hype delighted again like, midway through, talking to the mvp brasso friend with this kind of....not entirely sure what blue collar gig he's got here lol but. cassian walking up and their earnest exchange turning into cassian's ;0 ;0 ;0 [no Actual obvious cues abt the transition] implicitly asking him for an alibi by "correcting" him about what he did last night, as what They did last night. and my taking a second to catch on just like the other guy brasso, Immersive. and i love the way things don't feel like predictable such that there's no slight surprises / reasons to be attentive like this, but also aren't like confusing or incomprehensible. i'm already hype remembering how brasso here responds by just rolling with it, seguing right into playing along, and then their talking between the lines of their story they're constructing together. hype enough i'll leave this open while i actually watch through the rest of the exchange. ooh yeah the way you're kind of waiting along as well to see if brasso's "correction" to their story here is going to be a rejection of it, but actually he's adding to it to cover cassian being a bit banged up And to even extend the story to include a reason they're now standing together talking right at this very moment. ah and i guess they're coworkers also? even though cassian's plot allows for no day job material that we see

also that i'm hype b/c it's like, heartwarming lol, this guy is just like yeah i've got you with your cover story even though i don't now what for and cassian didn't try to answer who might be asking for it. the way you get the lore that cassian gets into trouble already and the way that if someone's in trouble that can get the people around them in trouble, if someone's vulnerable that can make the people around them vulnerable, and obviously that's not ideal but also there's nothing for it and you can't throw them to the wolves, or rather, you sure can but the like effective collective punishment of it all to preclude its being easier to unionize or indeed help insulate each other from whatever vulnerability is like, the deliberate strategy, of course it's best re: that strategy if taking on the inherent increased vulnerability of being involved with, or supporting, or helping other people is deemed not worth it, or gets people focused on blaming the people in trouble rather than the people behind whatever reprisal instead. fun understandable moments when bix is head in hands about helping cassian out in a pinch, and then when her space boyf is like look as her space ex who seems to always be stressing her out when you come by i'm not the biggest fan, and that he responds to cassian's brushoff abt her being tougher than both of them with the line along the lines of "i'm getting tired of hearing that" is like, again yeah fun understandable lol but then narcing on cassian to get the space cops to solve his problem? like, not the way, and of course now pointing the feds in that direction doesn't just smoothly work out, the comeuppance in his dying b/c calling this down on them also gets bix caught up in things, you're all [handshake] w/cassian in this scenario in how you're viewed here and that None of your best interests will be catered to today....nothing for it trying to get anything out of the [police state life] situation, nor is the way that if anyone's more vulnerable than everyone else, you just shut them out or push them in front of the bus, even if the bus is cruising around trying to pick up them specifically. metaphors. feels all like v apt setup for the more significant return to ferrix at the end involving maarva bringing some politics like "i'm the first brick at stonewall, we can't Just get by forever" and cassian like well i Will be having to come through for bix though. wrote it, post it

[chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky]

Bah! I'm not even finished with the first scene and it's already almost 5K words, this may be long, apologies in advance...

Enough of this back and forth, enough of the trauma pouring into each of them until they explode. Explosions are never beautiful. They are messy and dark, sneaking into your veins until all you can feel is a pain that is screaming to burst your skin. The things they didn’t talk about built up like bricks, creating prisons with no light that they couldn’t get out of. As Eddie watches Buck carefully ascend the ladder, he is set on his decision.

He knows Buck will fight him. But he also knows Buck’s tricks. The sly grins and easy brushoffs. The deflection, the anger. He knows all pieces of him like they are himself.

Eddie can’t help but grin to himself as he steps up to the controls. Wanna go for the title? Buck’s distant words echo in his head, the cocksure smile on his face and a step a little too close to be purely platonic. He remembers at the time thinking ‘What would be the problem with taking a step closer himself,’ but as he did with so much at that time, he shoved it back down.

Now?

Now, Eddie’s ready to go for the fucking title.

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#5

My Hero

Fandom: Marvel, Spider-Man, The Amazing Spider-Man, Peter Parker

Word Count: 4535

Thank you to @swaggysposts for the amazing request! Sorry if I went too long because I got carried away! But this was such great request, I couldn't help myself 🥰

And thank you to @babblydrabbly for beta reading for me!

@lanatheawesome, @mournthewicked

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654 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#4

Waiting for Someone

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd, f!reader

Word Count: 1211

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Bar, Drinking, Unwanted Flirting

Note: Thank you to @srry-itshockeyszn for the great request! And thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading for me!NO plot-related spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Top Gun Masterlist

You knew the second you entered The Hard Deck that this had been a mistake. Being this close to the airbase, it wasn’t surprising that for every three people in the room, two of them were in uniform. And you had had enough experience with these kinds of places to know nothing good came of hanging around one by yourself. However, you were here for a reason, so after quickly smoothing out your sundress, you hurried over to the bar.

Taking a seat on one of the stools, you ordered a beer from the kind bartender who gave you a sweet smile as she handed it to you. But just as you raised the bottle to your lips, someone leaned heavily against the bar top next to you. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you saw a handsome blond man with an arrogant smile staring back at you and you internally groaned. While you had expected this, it would have been nice if you had been able to at least take a single sip of your drink first.

The man slid a little closer as he asked, “So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?”

You softly sighed as you said, “I’m sorry, I’m not alone. I’m waiting for someone.”

“Well, you’re in luck! You don’t have to wait anymore because I’m here now.” As he leaned in even closer, you could see a small crowd of pilots over his shoulder watching his every move.

You rolled your eyes and took a small sip from your beer. You knew this had been a bad idea, but you had wanted your visit to be a surprise. You should have just called ahead and let him know you were coming. Or asked him to meet you somewhere else. But it was too late now.

Trying to keep your tone as polite as possible, you said, “I see that. And in case you didn’t understand by my tone the first time, I wish you wouldn’t be.”

You heard the pilots behind the man snickering at your response and there was one jeer of “Hangman’s left hangin’!”. The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his jaw clenched before he pushed himself off the bar and walked back over to the pool table.

Relieved he was gone, you finally thought you were going to get some peace and quiet when another man with a loud Hawaiian shirt and a mustache sat down next to you. “Sorry about him. He’s a jackass. But I liked how you handled yourself. That was quite the brushoff.” The man stuck out his hand. “The name’s Rooster.”

Politely, you gave his hand a quick shake before turning back to your drink. But you could still feel his eyes on you. With a sigh, you turned back to face him. “Rooster, is it? I’m sorry, but I really am waiting for someone.”

“Oh… I just thought….” The man shook his head before smiling. “Well, no problem! What’s his name? Maybe I know him and can help you find him.”

“Sweetheart?”

The voice instantly perked you up as you turned to see your boyfriend standing just behind you with another woman at his side. Hopping off the stool you rushed over and threw yourself into his arms with a squeal of delight. He stumbled back a step, but his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his head rested against yours.

After a moment, you pulled away to take a good look at him. You were relieved to see that even after all of his dangerous training he still looked just like he did when he had to leave you a few weeks ago. Same hair combed perfectly to the side, same blue eyes slightly magnified by the same wireframes, same adorable little smile that sent your heart fluttering. He was still your same Bob.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here!” Bob said joyously, but then his tone turned more confused as he asked, “Actually, what are you doing here?”

Before you could answer, the woman next to him politely cleared her voice and gave the two of you a questioning look. Bob started as he realized the situation, “Oh, sorry! Phoenix, this is my girlfriend. Sweetheart, this is Phoenix. She’s my pilot.”

“Of course! Bobby’s told me all about you!” You quickly pulled the other woman into a hug which she returned after a moment of shock.

“Oh! Um, hi! Bobby actually never mentioned you.”

You pulled away and turned to your man. “That’s not surprising. He told me he doesn’t like to talk about his personal life with you guys, and I usually respect that. But I had a few days off of work while they redo the office and I jumped at the chance to come and see him.” You held out your hand and he instantly took it. “I hope that’s alright?”

Bob smiled at you. “Of course, sweetheart. I was just surprised, that's all. But I’ve missed you so much!” He pulled you in close and you wrapped your arms around his neck before placing a big kiss on his lips.

“Wait…. So, Bob is who you were waiting for?” Rooster asked slowly, clearly not believing what he was seeing.

You nodded, as your head still rested on his shoulder and a wide grin spread across your face. “Yep! So, I guess you two do know each other!”

Bob looked down at you in confusion. “Yeah, we do. But how do you two know each other?”

“Oh, Rooster here was just offering to help me find you. Don’t worry, he was being sweet about it.” You offered Rooster a small wink and he gave you a smile in return.

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678 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#3

Some Wounds Leave Scars (Part One)

Fandom: DC, The Batman, Batman, Bruce Wayne

Word Count: 1021

Notes: This is set before The Batman (2022) so there are no spoilers for the movie.

Thank you to @spooky-ghosts and @skvatnavle for beta reading this!

@babblydrabbly, @lacontroller1991, @merlehs, @spooky-ghosts, @loverhymeswith

Part One, Part Two, Part Three(Coming soon)

“What are you doing here, my dear?” Your father asked as he tightly embraced you.

You returned the hug, but you could sense a slight edge beneath his joy, a small tension in his shoulders as he squeezed you tight. He was happy to see you, but at the same time, he was concerned about your sudden unexpected arrival.

“I had an assignment in Blüdhaven that I was able to finish early. My flight isn’t scheduled for another few days, so I thought I would come and see you! I mean, it’s been over a year since you came to visit me, and over three years since I’ve been back to Gotham. I figured it was time to stop by and see how much has changed.”

“Yes, and I’m overjoyed to see you, but this isn’t the best time. Maybe lat-”

“Alfred!” A familiar voice called out for your father from the other room, cutting him off mid-sentence.

You smirked softly. “He still can’t do anything for himself?”

Your father shook his head with a chuckle. “No. That privilege would still fall to me.” He gave you one last squeeze before pushing you away. “Now’s not the best time. Maybe we could get a late dinner tonight. Just the two of us.”

You knew he was trying to get rid of you, and you knew why, but you didn’t fight him on it. “That sounds lovely. Just text me the details of when and where.” You gave him a small peck on the cheek and turned to leave.

But before you had managed to take more than a few steps, you heard someone’s bare feet padding across the balcony behind you. “Alfred, I was calling y- Oh! I didn’t realize we had company.”

You sighed softly before turning around. You watched the shock and surprise momentarily flash across his face as he recognized you. He was just wearing a pair of low-rising black sweatpants, which gave you a clear view of his extremely pale, muscular torso that was littered with scars and what appeared to be old bullet wounds. His hair was longer than it had been the last time you had seen him, with dark, slightly greasy pieces falling across his face. He had large, dark circles around his eyes and while you were sure some of it was from lack of sleep, some of it looked suspiciously like leftover makeup. But the look in his haunted, pale blue eyes was the same one you remembered. Even if everything else had changed, those eyes had remained.

“Y/N….” he mumbled softly.

You smiled sadly up at him. “Hey, Bruce. Long time no see.”

He continued to stare intensely down at you for a moment before he seemed to realize what he was wearing. He quickly turned and grabbed a shirt that had been thrown over a chair behind him. However, when he did, he gave you a full view of his back which sported as many injuries as rippling muscles.

You flinched before discreetly looking away. From the second you had first heard of The Batman, you knew of only one man in Gotham it could be. And though you had never openly discussed it with your father, you had a feeling he knew you knew the truth. However, you both had ignored it and that was what you intended to do with Bruce as well until the time came when he felt like telling you himself. If that time ever came.

Once he returned to his spot at the edge of the balcony, this time wearing the shirt, he asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I was just telling my father I had some business in Blüdhaven which concluded early. So, I had a few days off and decided to pay him a visit….. I hope that is permitted given his demanding schedule.” You said the last part teasingly, but his intense stare did not waver. So, you cleared your throat and continued, “I was just about to leave to find a hotel and then we were going to meet for dinner. You are more than welcome to join us.”

“I work nights.”

“Ah….” An awkward silence filled the room. “Well, I better get going.” You turned to your father. “I’ll let you know when I find a place to stay, and we can set something up.” He nodded and your eyes fluttered back to the balcony. “It was really good to see you again, Bruce. Hopefully, I’ll bump into you again before I leave the city.” You gave him one more small smile and started to leave.

“Stay here.”

You stopped and turned around. “Pardon?”

“Stay here. There are more than enough rooms here in the tower and that way you can spend more time with Alfred. And… maybe we could find time to catch up.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude. I know you respect your privacy.” You tried to say it as pointedly as possible, but whether he understood what you meant or not, Bruce just nodded.

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854 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#2

I Have Missed You

Fandom: DC, Batman, Batfamily, Damian Wayne, al Ghul!Reader

Word Count: 3016

Thank you to @kitty-chan33 for the wonderful request!

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1,355 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Old Friends

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Maverick's Daughter!Reader, f!reader

Word Count: 2309

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Angst, Explicit Language

Note: Thank you to @loverhymeswith for the request "Do you really want me? Or is this your way of getting back at my father?" and thank you to @lorecraft for beta reading for me! 💖

This story takes place BEFORE Top Gun: Maverick but DOES contain spoilers for the movie

Top Gun Masterlist

As you stand outside the front doors of the main building, you struggle to remain professional and contain a squeal of excitement. Your whole life has been leading to this moment and once you walk through these doors, your dreams will finally become reality. Despite the double-edged sword that came with being Pete “Maverick” Mitchell’s daughter, you had made a name for yourself independent of your father’s reputation and earned your spot here same as everyone else. One of the elite few admitted to Top Gun.

Taking one more deep breath, you throw open the doors and hurry down the hall which is currently crowded with cadets, instructors, and other Navy personnel. While you recognize many of the instructors as friends or colleagues of your dad’s, you don’t seem to know any of the students outside of passing acquaintances. You roll your eyes when you notice Jake “Hangman” Seresin in the corner with a few other cadets who look vaguely familiar. Hangman only stood out because he had relentlessly hit on you at one of the awards ceremonies you had gone to with your dad. The night ended with your drink in his face and if he didn’t watch himself now, you’d resort to a much harsher deterrent.

You are so focused on your thoughts of Hangman that you don’t even notice the man walking directly towards you until the two of you almost collide. Apparently, he hadn’t noticed you either because as you both made eye contact, the same look of surprise is mirrored on each other’s faces. Standing before you is a man you haven’t seen for years but had once been as close as family. Your best friend, your first (unrequited) love, Bradley Bradshaw.

But before you can say anything, he mutters, “Ah hell no.” before whirling around and storming down the hall in the opposite direction.

You hurry after him. “Wait! Please! I didn’t know you’d be here. Bradley, wait! I swear, I didn’t know!”

He comes to an abrupt stop and whirls around to face you, anger and betrayal burning in his eyes. “If you did, would it have made a difference? Would you not have come?”

You looked at the floor as you softly shook your head. “No, of course not. You know this is my dream just as much as it is yours.”

“Yeah, but no one stole your dream right from under your nose and left you to fight tooth and nail just to get back to the same position you were four years before!” he spits the words at you, and you can’t help but flinch.

Softly, you whisper, “I told you back then, I didn’t know what my dad was going to do. If I had, I would’ve tried everything I could to stop him from pulling your application to the Naval Academy. You were my best friend in the whole world. Do you really think I would have just stood by and let him do that if I had known?”

“He was the closest thing I had to a father after my dad died and he betrayed me. Why shouldn’t I think you would do the same? You’re just like him.” He starts off down the hall once more, but you quickly follow.

“Just because I refused to cut him out of my life like you did doesn’t mean I agreed with him. But, come on… He’s my dad. What was I supposed to do?”

“You were supposed to have my back. If you couldn’t back then, how am I supposed to trust you to have it now in the air?”

You stop as he keeps walking, your jaw falling open at his accusation. Up until now, you had been feeling regret, sorrow, and a little shame. But all of those emotions quickly turn to rage as you scream, “Fuck you!”

The busy hall instantly goes silent as every person turns to face you but you don’t care. Marching up to a surprised Bradley Bradshaw, you jam your finger in his face. “I know what my dad did was horrible. I know you have every right to be furious with him. And fine, you can even be mad at me for not siding with you over it. But don’t you dare insult my skills or abilities as a pilot or as a wingman. You aren’t the only one who had to fight with everything they had to be here. Do you think it’s easy being the daughter of Maverick? One of the most accomplished, yet most written up pilots in the last thirty years? Everyone always expects me to be him, the recklessness, the arrogance, the total disregard for the rules. And I have worked so fucking hard to show people that I am my own person, my own pilot, and that I deserve to be here. So don’t you dare try to tarnish my reputation just because we have a troubled history.”

You storm past him, ramming your shoulder into his as you do. You feel his hand reaching for yours, but you yank it from his grasp and continue down the hall and out the door.

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Snow, chilly winds in Vancouver shut schools, hinder air traffic (Reuters) Schools remained shut and flights were impacted in Vancouver on Wednesday as weather forecasters warned of heavy snowfall and frigid winds sweeping across the Pacific Coast Canadian city. Western Canada is emerging from a blast of arctic temperatures over the weekend, and while temperatures have risen from the minus 9 degrees Celsius (16 degrees Fahrenheit) recorded on Sunday, federal meteorologists forecast 10 to 15 centimeters (4-6 inches) of snow and a wind chill of minus 7 degrees Celsius on Wednesday.

Why the World Is Betting Against American Democracy (Politico magazine) When I asked the European ambassador to talk to me about America’s deepening partisan divide, I expected a polite brushoff at best. Foreign diplomats are usually loath to discuss domestic U.S. politics. Instead, the ambassador unloaded for an hour, warning that America’s poisonous politics are hurting its security, its economy, its friends and its standing as a pillar of democracy and global stability. The U.S. is a “fat buffalo trying to take a nap” as hungry wolves approach, the envoy mused. “I can hear those Champagne bottle corks popping in Moscow—like it’s Christmas every ... day.” Some of the diplomats stressed they admire America—some attended college here. They acknowledged they don’t have some magical solution to the forces deepening its political polarization. But they’re worried today’s U.S. political divisions could have lasting impact on an increasingly interconnected world. A former Asian ambassador said, “We’ve gone from a unipolar world that we’re familiar with from the 1990s into a multipolar world, but the key pole is still the United States. And if that key pole is not playing the role that we want the U.S. to do, you’ll see alternative forces coming up.”

Traffic through the Panama Canal is being slashed because of drought, disrupting global trade (AP) A severe drought that began last year has forced authorities to slash ship crossings by 36% in the Panama Canal, one of the world’s most important trade routes. The new cuts announced Wednesday by authorities in Panama are set to deal an even greater economic blow than previously expected. Canal administrators now estimate that dipping water levels could cost them between $500 million and $700 million in 2024, compared to previous estimates of $200 million. One of the most severe droughts to ever hit the Central American nation has stirred chaos in the 50-mile maritime route, causing a traffic jam of boats, casting doubts on the canal’s reliability for international shipping and raising concerns about its affect on global trade.

Royal surgeries (Washington Post) The British royal palaces made unusual back-to-back health announcements. Catherine, Princess of Wales and wife to the future British king, underwent “successful” abdominal surgery and would remain hospitalized for up to two weeks, Kensington Palace said, and probably would not resume her official duties before April. The palace did not offer additional details about what procedure was performed. Soon after, Buckingham Palace announced that Charles, 75, would undergo a “corrective procedure” next week for an enlarged prostate.

Pakistan launches retaliatory airstrikes in Iran after an earlier attack by Tehran (AP) Pakistan’s air force launched retaliatory airstrikes early Thursday in Iran allegedly targeting militant hideouts, an attack that killed at least nine people and further raised tensions between the neighboring nations. The tit-for-tat attacks Tuesday and Thursday appeared to target two Baluch militant groups with similar separatist goals on both sides of the Iran-Pakistan border. However, the two countries have accused each other of providing safe haven to the groups in their respective territories. The strikes imperil diplomatic relations between the two neighbors, as Iran and nuclear-armed Pakistan have long regarded each other with suspicion over militant attacks. Each nation also faces its own internal political pressures—and the strikes may in part be in response to that.

For many in China, the economy feels like it is in recession (Reuters) The night before China’s civil service exam, Melody Zhang anxiously paced up and down the corridor of her dormitory, rehearsing her answers. Zhang was hoping to start a career in state propaganda after more than 100 unsuccessful job applications in the media industry. With a record 2.6 million people going for 39,600 government jobs amid a youth unemployment crisis, she didn’t get through. “The endless job-hunting is a torture,” said the 24-year-old graduate from China’s top Renmin University. A crisis of confidence in the economy is deterring consumers from spending and businesses from hiring and investing, in what could become a self-feeding mechanism that erodes China’s long-term economic potential. China grew 5.2% last year, more than most major economies. But for the unemployed graduates, the property owners who feel poorer as their flats are losing value, and the workers earning less than the year before, the world’s second-largest economy feels like it’s shrinking.

UN: Palestinians are dying in hospitals as estimated 60,000 wounded overwhelm remaining doctors (AP) Palestinians are dying every day in Gaza’s overwhelmed remaining hospitals which can’t deal with the tens of thousands people hurt in Israeli’s military offensive, a U.N. health emergency expert said Wednesday, while a doctor with the International Rescue Committee called the situation in Gaza’s hospitals the most extreme she had ever seen. The two health professionals, who recently left Gaza after weeks working in hospitals there, described overwhelmed doctors trying to save the lives of thousands of wounded people amid collapsing hospitals that have turned into impromptu refugee camps. The World Health Organization’s Sean Casey, who left Gaza recently after five weeks of trying to get more staff and supplies to the territory’s 16 partially functioning hospitals, told a U.N. news conference that he saw “a really horrifying situation in the hospitals” as the health system collapsed day by day. The Health Ministry in Gaza estimates that 60,000 people have been wounded, with hundreds more wounded per day.

As famine looms in Gaza, aid delivery remains difficult and dangerous (Washington Post) Describing the humanitarian situation in the Gaza Strip in increasingly apocalyptic terms, aid agencies are urging Israel to ease the difficult and often dangerous process of delivering supplies to desperate Palestinians. Famine is looming in Gaza, the United Nations warns. The World Food Program estimates that 93 percent of the population faces crisis levels of hunger. Disease is spreading rapidly. The World Health Organization predicts that the death toll from sickness and starvation in coming months could eclipse the number of people killed in the war so far—more than 24,000, according to the latest count from the Gaza Health Ministry, with the majority women and children. Aid agencies say the chief factors hampering the delivery of lifesaving assistance to Gazans fall almost entirely under Israel’s control—the Israeli inspection process for aid remains lengthy and inefficient; there aren’t enough trucks or fuel inside Gaza to distribute the aid; mechanisms to protect humanitarian workers are unreliable; and commercial goods have only just begun to trickle in. Large swaths of Gaza remain off-limits to aid workers. Frequent telecommunications blackouts complicate their work. And the war still rages.

3 killed and 77 injured in a massive blast caused by explosives in a southern Nigerian city (AP) Three people died and 77 others were injured overnight when an explosives rocked more than 20 buildings in one of Nigeria’s largest cities, authorities said Wednesday, as rescue workers dug through the rubble in search of those feared trapped. Residents in the southwestern state of Oyo’s densely populated Ibadan city heard a loud blast at about 7:45 p.m. Tuesday, causing panic as many fled their homes. Preliminary investigations showed the blast was caused by explosives stored for use in illegal mining operations, Oyo Gov. Seyi Makinde told reporters after visiting the site in the Bodija area of Ibadan.

Tobacco use falling worldwide but Big Tobacco fighting to reverse trend, WHO says (CBS News) The number of adult tobacco users has dropped steadily in recent years, the World Health Organization said on Tuesday, but it warned Big Tobacco is working hard to reverse that trend. In 2022, about one-in-five adults around the world were smokers or consumed other tobacco products, compared to one-in-every-three in 2000, the United Nations health agency said. Currently, tobacco use is still estimated to kill more than eight million people each year, including an estimated 1.3 million non-smokers who are exposed to second-hand smoke, WHO statistics show. While celebrating the advances that have been made, the WHO warned that the tobacco industry was intent on rolling them back.

Satellites and our view of the skies (Nikkei Asia) There are approximately 9,000 satellites orbiting the world, 60 percent of which are communications satellites that have been launched since 2020. These comms satellites—5,600 of which are from SpaceX alone—fly rather low, and are reportedly causing issues with seeing space from Earth. This is an issue, as SpaceX plans to launch 42,000 satellites, a Chinese rival plans to launch 13,000, and kit and caboodle the major comms satellite players intend to toss 65,000 satellites into orbit.

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