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i have Such undue boothill brainrot and a large part of it is probably just. Cowboy

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The Danger Zone (Part 2) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 3.1k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Secret Relationship; Angst; Undefined Relationships; Overprotective Family; Background Relationships; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: It's Phoenix and Coyote's wedding. Also known as the day that Jake Seresin reached his limit.

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You slowly smoothed down your dress in the mirror for maybe the thousandth time, convinced that you could see a very noticeable bump there. Penny assured you that even if you had an actual bump now, it wasn’t noticeable, but your brain still fabricated that image. Part of you worried that someone would make a comment about your appearance, but there was nothing that you could do now.

“Are you okay? You look really nervous,” Emma asked, causing you to look away from the mirror.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled, looking down at the ground as you tried to come up with a white lie to cover your ass. “Just nervous about my speech later. That’s all.”

“You were great at my wedding. I’m sure that you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks, Emma.”

“Anytime,” Emma replied with a bright smile. Squeezing your hand supportively, she turned to head over to the room that Phoenix was getting ready in. “I’m going to go check on Phoenix. But did you need anything else?”

“No, I’m fine. Thanks, Emma.”

You watched as Emma walked off before slowly turning back to the mirror. Resting your hand over your abdomen, you let out a breath to steady yourself.

After you took the pregnancy tests and probably cried to Penny about it for about a half an hour straight, you knew that you needed some time to process everything before talking about it with anyone else. And then there was the whole subject of Phoenix’s wedding, which you didn’t want to upstage in the slightest.

So, you just kept it to yourself. Well, yourself and Penny.

You went to work in the morning, came home, made yourself dinner or picked something up along the way, and just hibernated. You didn’t go to hang out with anyone else outside of the wedding-related events. You just stayed home and got lost in your thoughts.  

Jake texted you every day, but you always made up some lame excuse to get out of whatever plans he tried to set up. The truth was simple—you were terrified of what Jake’s reaction would be. Sure, the two of you had been messing around for several months now—almost a year technically, if you counted all of the months that he was deployed.

But the two of you weren’t together. You weren’t a couple. And you didn’t plan this.

Would Jake even want a kid? Were kids in his life plan at all? Did he even see a slight future with you in order to make it work? Would he dump you on the spot? Would he want to be heavily involved? Would it all go up in flames?

You had no idea. And it wasn’t like you could look at Jake’s childhood for any indication.

He was absolutely tight lipped about his upbringing and you had never been able to crack him. All you knew was that he grew up in Texas and that the slightest mention of his dad got him to shut down. And that was about all you knew about Jake Seresin’s life before the Navy.

It was a recipe for disaster and you were not ready to handle it. So, you avoided him.

And, of course, you were also totally convinced that when you finally sat him down to talk about it, you were going to cry and cause a scene. And that wasn’t taking into account whatever his reaction was going to be. So, you pushed it off. You cared too much for Phoenix and Coyote to even risk interrupting their wedding in the slightest.

But tomorrow, after the wedding was wrapped up, you would tell Jake. You would tell Jake that you were pregnant with his baby.

~~~~~

Jake stared down at his phone for a moment, scrolling through his last few texts to you. He texted you last night after you spent the entirety of the rehearsal dinner avoiding his presence. And Jake just automatically assumed that he did something to upset you, so he sent you a generic apologetic text. But all you responded with was some bullshit about being stressed about the wedding and that was it.

Jake Seresin wasn’t used to being the one who was more attached in a situation-ship.

He never had been. His job and his personality combined ensured that. At a moment’s notice, he could be sent to the other end of the world, which didn’t exactly give him much time to build strong bonds with his partner and inevitably led to strain. And then there was the fact that he was just an asshole who pushed people’s buttons easily.

He had left a long train of relationships—though perhaps he was using that term a little too liberally—in his life that blew up because he was an asshole who ran his mouth when he was pushed to be vulnerable. He had his career to propel him forward and he didn’t need any of the additional bullshit that seemed to come with every relationship, so he just didn’t put up with it.

But this relationship—whatever you wanted to call it—with you wasn’t bullshit. That was real shit. And Jake was growing more and more annoyed that you were dodging his texts and his presence. He was the desperate type, but he really could have used a text back from you. Or just an answer about what he did wrong to piss you off.

Was that really asking too much?

“Why do you look so pissed?” Rooster asked, causing Jake to quickly pick his head up.

Sliding his phone into his pocket, Jake cleared his throat as he turned to face Rooster. He wasn’t too worried about anyone seeing the texts between the two of you. After all, you were saved in his phone as ‘Honey B,’ so it wasn’t like anyone would see your name. And it had been about two weeks since you sent him a sexy photo anyways.

“Nothing. Just want to get this started already,” Hangman lied, adjusting his dress white jacket a bit.

“Right,” Rooster replied, eyeing Hangman curiously for a moment. “Is Javy ready?”

“He’s been ready since like five this morning,” Jake dismissed, glancing back at the room where Javy was by himself. “He wanted to be alone to fix his vows.”

“Again?”

“For the twelfth time,” Jake replied, shaking his head. “He wants to make sure that they’re perfect.”

“Well, Javy’s the type to only get married once. I get where he’s coming from.”

Jake knew that Rooster didn’t intend that as a dig, but he still took it as one. After all, Rooster was setting up to live that picket fence life with a wife and a house and probably a gaggle of kids and a dog or a cat or both. It’d be like a postcard for the perfect family.

And Jake knew that Rooster didn’t think that he was that type to do the same. And Jake also knew that Rooster was probably right about that. And Jake was also pretty sure that him repeatedly hooking up with Rooster’s little sister wouldn’t help Rooster’s image of him. Especially if Rooster ever found out that the first time that they ever hooked up was at Rooster’s wedding.

But he was an asshole, remember?

Rooster was about to add something else when his phone started to buzz. He pulled it out and Jake immediately spotted your name on Rooster’s screen. Ignoring the way that his chest contracted against his will, Hangman listened in as Rooster answered the phone call.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Phoenix wanted me to make sure that Javy was alright,” you stated, sounding amused. “I think that she’s worried that he’ll get cold feet.”

“He’s fixing his vows, according to Hangman,” Rooster responded to you.

“Oh,” you replied, in a way that made Jake wince. “Can you just make sure he didn’t climb out the window or anything like that? Please?”

Hangman nodded and walked over to the room that Javy had taken shelter in. Knocking lightly on the door, Jake opened the door to find Javy fixing his suit in the mirror. When he saw Jake standing there, Javy turned and practically radiated pure joy. Hangman turned back to Rooster, who passed along the message to you.

“Great. We’re going to be on time. Don’t be late, Brad Brad.”

“I think that we can handle it,” Bradley assured you, rolling his eyes lightly. “Bye.”

Jake watched Bradley hang up the call, letting a rock settle in his stomach. Pursing his lips together, Jake pushed all of his thoughts about you to the back of his mind and turned to face Coyote, who was already walking over to him.

“You ready?”

“I was born ready,” Javy returned, grabbing Jake’s shoulder with a tight squeeze.

~~~~~

You could feel Jake staring at you through the entire ceremony. You could feel his eyes on you when you walked down the aisle with your bouquet. You could feel his eyes on you when you stepped forward to take Phoenix’s bouquet and fix her dress. You could feel his eyes on you when you stood behind Phoenix, supporting her as she said her vows to Coyote.

And when Coyote and Phoenix walked down the aisle together, hand-in-hand for the first time as a married couple, you and Jake locked eyes across the altar. And the fact that you were standing there with a bouquet and he was in his dress whites and the tiny detail that you were pregnant with his baby was just a little too much for you to take.

Jake offered you his arm, and after swallowing some nervous bile, you looped your arm through his and started walking down the aisle together. You looked out through the crowd and quickly spotted Penny and Maverick. Maverick waved to you before going back to clapping, blissfully unaware of the situation. And Penny shot you a supportive look that you needed to get your breath back into your lungs.

You could do this. You could make it through one more day.

Jake didn’t say anything to you as you walked down the aisle, probably sensing that it wasn’t an appropriate time to discuss your relationship. But once you were out of the view of the crowd, he gently pulled you to the side. Jake called your name softly, causing you to turn to face him properly.

“Look, I know that it’s been crazy and everything, but I was hoping to talk to you about . . . everything,” Jake spoke softly as the rest of the wedding party walked into the atrium behind you. “Please.”

Gripping your bouquet even tighter, you looked around the atrium for prying eyes and listening ears before turning back to Jake, who looked far more desperate for your attention that you were used to seeing him. And that realization made your heart break just a bit more, since you knew that you were the person who did that to him.

But you couldn’t do it. Not today. Not here. Not at the reception. Tomorrow. It had to be tomorrow.

“Tomorrow,” you stated, a bit firmly. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Come on, we’re going to miss them,” Emma encouraged, grabbing your hand and pulling you along.  

Jake watched you go with a slightly stunned expression, almost as if he was slapped in the face, as you walked away from him like he was just some random guy. But just as soon as you slipped out of his grip, he put up his usual mask when he spotted the wedding crowd starting to file out.

He expected you to be a bit skittish, but not that skittish. And that made his mind wander to the worst possible situation.  

~~~~~

“One for you and one for you,” Bradley stated, handing you and Emma a glass of champagne each.

After a very awkward photo shoot—at least as far as you and Jake went—everyone moved onto the reception hall for drinks and dinner. But given the information that you found out a few days ago, you stared down at the glass of champagne with a slightly panicked expression. How the hell were you going to spend the whole night dodging alcohol? It was a fucking wedding. A Navy wedding too.

Shit, you didn’t think this through.

“Thank you,” Emma mused, pressing a loving kiss to Bradley’s lips.

“Yeah . . .” you trailed off nervously.

Looking around for somewhere to dump the alcohol, you let out a breath when you spotted Penny and Maverick walking over to you. Penny saw the glass in your hand and nodded discreetly. While the five of you chatted and caught up, Penny switched your glass with her half-empty one.

“Thank you,” you whispered to her, causing her to smile softly.

“Don’t mention it. And you just have to wait for everyone to get through their first few drinks and then no one will notice,” Penny assured you, giving you that maternal support that you desperately needed in that moment. “Worst comes to worst, just dump it.”

“I just need to get through my speech and then I’ll be fine,” you sighed, glancing around the room.

“Ooh, are you looking for Javy’s friend from back home?” Emma asked, causing you to turn to her. “You know, the one who was flirting with you last night?”

“Who?” Bradley questioned, causing Emma to shoot him a look.

“She’s not a teenager. Let her live a little,” Emma scoffed, bumping her husband with her hip before turning back to you. “And I thought that he was really into you.”

“Who is he?” Maverick inquired, earning a look from Penny.

“Oh, don’t you start either. You’re far from a saint yourself, Pete.”

“I’m not looking to meet anyone tonight,” you stated, trying to end the conversation then and there. “Just trying to get through my speech, get a slice of cake, and toss these stupid heels out the window as soon as possible.”

“I have an extra pair of flats in my bag, if you wanted them,” Emma offered, causing you to perk up.

“And that’s why you’re my favorite,” you joked, dragging her away from your brother.

“Love you too,” Bradley scoffed, shaking his head as he watched the two of you walk off.

The reception got going shortly after that. Phoenix and Coyote made their grand entrance, dinner was served, and then it was time for your speech. Everything went smoothly, since you spent the entire week memorizing it. And then Jake gave his speech, during which you alternated between staring at him with damning intensity and hiding from his gaze in a dizzying cycle.

When the dance floor opened up and everyone started to break into their own separate activities, you slipped away to grab a drink. Ordering a ginger ale, you made your way out onto the back balcony where it was nice and cool. Resting your head in your hands, you took a moment to compose yourself.

You were exhausted. Emotionally. Physically. And now that most of the wedding was done, your mind was only focusing on the inevitable conversation with Jake that was fast approaching whether you wanted to have it or not. Mostly because Jake watched you slip away and took his opportunity to speak with you alone.

“Are you alright?” Jake asked quietly, causing you to pick up your head.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, gripping the railing tightly. “Why do you ask?”

“Because for the last week, you’ve been avoiding me,” Jake pointed out, moving to stand beside you. Staring into your eyes, Jake frowned when you immediately broke eye contact. “And now you won’t even look at me.” He called your name, causing you to pick your head up. “What is going on?”

“I can’t talk about it right now,” you stated softly, glancing back into the reception hall. “Can we talk about it tomorrow?”

“Why can’t we talk about it today?” Jake countered, causing you to purse your lips. “What’s going on?”

“I . . . it’s not right to talk about it right now.”

“Why not?”

“It’s Javy and Nat’s wedding. It’s not our event,” you pushed back against Jake stubbornly. You would never forgive yourself if you somehow ruined this wedding and you weren’t even going to approach the subject with Jake until after the wedding was all wrapped up. “And I’m not going to cause a scene at their wedding. It’s not fair to them.”

“How are we going to cause a scene? We’re just talking.”

“We’re both tired,” you pointed out, reaching for your ginger ale. “It’s been a long day.”

“Are there any other excuses that you’d like to use?” Jake asked, causing you to turn your head sharply to shoot him a look. “I mean, is there a list that you’re checking off?”

“Are you seriously giving me that attitude right now?” you shot back, standing up for yourself.

“Well, apparently there’s no other way to get a reaction out of you,” Jake returned, causing you to look away from him.

“Why can’t we just talk about it tomorrow?” you replied with a false sense of calm.

“Because after the last couple of days where all you have done is avoid me and dodge my texts, I’m not convinced that you’ll actually talk to me tomorrow.”

“Well, I’m not talking about it right now.”

“Then I guess we’re never going to talk about it then,” he stated, causing you to whirl around.

Jake shot you one last hurt expression before turning and walking off to rejoin the reception. You thought that he was just trying to call your bluff but when he ignored your calls for him to come back, you knew that he was serious.

“Jake,” you called one last time, but he was already gone.

Turning back to the landscape, hot tears started to roll down your cheeks. Did you just ruin everything? Was Jake done with you forever now? Should you have just fucking talked about it? Should you have just yelled it after him when he stormed off?

Feeling another wave of nausea roll over you, you sought refuge in a dark corner of the balcony. Leaning against the wall, you slowly slumped down and let out a quiet, pitiful sob.

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♩ Come Be Lonely With Me ♩

Summary: You're known as the 'loner' kid in high school. Wilbur's the popular boy. When he sticks up for you when his friends mess with you, he gets kicked out of his friend group. So, you two decide to be lonely together.

author's note: hey guys! i know nobody requested this, but I was bored :) this was based off of the song This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory!

pairing: school!bur x afab!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

word count: 796

proofread?: nope :)

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog (lemme know if you want to be tagged in the next one!)

warnings/cw: reader skips a meal, someone making a self-harm joke, mention of h*ntai (doesn't describe it, someone just assumes what someone's artwork is), swearing, mention of Wilbur shoving someone,

genre: fluff & a teensy tiny bit of angst

You sat down at your usual lunch table near the school's tennis courts & looked at your meal; the usual stale grilled cheese with a (most likely moldy) apple. You sighed & threw both items in the trash. You weren't hungry anyway.

You heard a loud crash sound from the table behind you. You turned around to be greeted with the sight of the popular kids getting involved in a food fight. They all looked identical; the girls were bake blondies & had their boobs practically spilling out of their tank tops, & the guys needed to pull up their pants. The only one who stood out to you was a boy named Wilbur. It was always odd how he ended up in the popular crowd since he seemed so...different from the rest. Unlike the other popular boys, he had a nice sense of style & didn't have a hideous haircut. Not to mention that he actually had potential, unlike his brain-dead friends.

You were too busy spacing out to react to one of the boys throwing an apple at your head. This earned a hearty laugh from everyone except for Wilbur.

"What's your problem?" you muttered.

"Yo! Lemme scan your barcodes!" one of the boys shouted to you.

Wilbur looked over at you with eyes filled with pity. You gave him a scowl in return.

"I bet she gets jealous of her phone when it dies," one of the girls laughed.

You rolled your eyes & put your earbuds in. You pulled out your sketchbook & you drew Wilbur, not knowing what else to draw. You liked his hair & wanted to try & make it look good on paper.

RJ, one of the popular guys, grabbed your earbuds & said to his mates, "Oi! I bet she's listenin' to MCR or some shit!"

"What the fuck is your problem?" you snapped, reaching out to grab your earbuds. He chucks them into the trash can before you can grab them.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" you shouted, which caused the group to laugh.

"I bet she's drawin' h*ntai, too!" RJ mocked, grabbing your sketchbook. "What's this? It looks like shit."

"It's nobody, now give it ba-" you started.

"I think it's Wilbur!" a girl laughed.

Wilbur's cheeks lit up like a red stoplight. Your cheeks followed suit.

"Aww, have you got a crush on 'im?" RJ teased. He chucked your sketchbook into the trash can.

"What the-my GSCE work was in there!" you yelled, blinking back tears.

"Oh yeah? You gonna cry?" he teased.

& then Wilbur did something very surprising. He shoved RJ to the ground.

"Can you leave her the fuck alone & not be a prick for about five seconds?" he snapped. You expected at least one person to agree. Instead, Wilbur was met with boos from his friends.

"We're just joking, Wilbs!" a girl shouted. "Don't be such an ass!"

"I'm not an ass, she just doesn't deserve harsh treatment," Wilbur said. You didn't stick around for the rest of the conversation. You walked over to the trashcan, fished your earbuds & sketchbook out of the trashcan & quickly walked over to the lockers.

You leaned against the wall next to your locker & slid to the floor. You sighed angrily & groaned with exhaustion. The bullying was a normal thing, but it wasn't ever like this. What was different? You weren't aware of any new rumors about you that had spread, so it couldn't have been that.

"Y/n?" You suddenly heard Wilbur's voice & he was standing in front of you.

"Yeah?" you asked, raising a brow.

He sat down in front of you. "You seem sad."

"I'm just pissed."

"Is there really a difference?"

"Yeah. When I'm pissed, I want to break a wall. When I'm sad, I want to break myself."

He nodded. "That makes sense."

"Does it?" you asked.

"Yeah. You're very good at explaining, from what I can tell. You're also very good at art. & you have cool hair."

He motioned toward your hair, which was dyed h/c. You smiled for the first time in weeks. He chuckled in response.

"Y/n, can I ask you a question?"

You raised your brow. "Sure."

"Are you lonely?"

You blinked in surprise at the blunt question. "I suppose so."

He stood up & held out his hand with a smile. "Come be lonely with me."

You laughed & he helped you stand up. You two walked out to a field for the rest of lunch, & when the bell rang, you two decided to hop over the fence to skip class for the rest of the day to hang out at the milkshake shop nearby.

It was nice to be lonely with him.

[milobyelo]

Maverick is the greatest Dad (disregarding that one mistake) not only to Bradley -who he officially adopted when the other turned 16 and Carole Bradshaw passed away in a bright San Diego Hospital room- but to his unofficially adopted Dagger kids. Jake had even given him a Father’s Day card last June which is proudly hung up on his kitchen fridge.

But for as much as he loves his kids there’s 12 of them and he’s not had too great a memory since the great head bump accident of ‘89.

Aka Maverick calling his kids the wrong name for 5 minutes

-

“Jake pass me the salt it’s in the storage cabinet”

Javy “Coyote” Machado who had been leaning against the door way for the kitchen while he watched Maverick try and replicate one of his moms dishes- because he was feeling home sick and the older man confidently told him he could replicate it if he had the recipe- simply raised an eyebrow at the mistake.

“I hope you know my name isn’t Jake at this point in our relationship because if not it’s a little concerning”

Maverick just groaned as he leaned his head back before looking at him expectedly

“You know what I meant Javy just go get the god damn salt”

-

Maverick for as little as he knows about football, hosts Sunday football every season because he once caught Jake sulking on the ship because Sunday football started that Sunday and the ship didn’t have a stable internet connection so he had to miss it and since then his kids come and get drunk every Sunday at his house.

All of them were scattered amongst his living room (which used to only have one couch and an arm chair for Ice but has since been reorganized to fit 3 for his many long legged kids) watching some program Bradley had wanted to watch.

Said son was still holding onto the remote and as much as he loved him the game started in 5 minutes and Jake was fidgeting in anxiousness because of the possibility of maybe missing the game for some weird nature show about birds.

“Brigham- no shit, Billy fuck, Bob- BRADLEY”

4 heads turned his way confused at hearing their names and he just sighed annoyed he had to go through 3 different kids before getting to the one he need to talk to

“Damn it Bradley please pass the remote”

His legal son just chuckled before tossing him the remote and letting him change the channel, having been called too many wrong names to count at this point that he was very used to this name game.

Whatever it’s not his fault there are 4 different kids with a name that starts with ‘B’

-

“Natasha I swear to god I do not need glasses you guys are exaggerating, how could I have flown for 30 years if I needed glasses”

His daughter was currently driving him to her optometrist for an eye exam cause she swears that he needs glasses after bumping into his furniture a few too many times to count

“First of all my name is Callie, second of all bob has glasses and can go airborne, and third aging fucks up your eyesight gradually I’m sure you can see fine enough but it’s clearly getting worse and at this point you’d be a danger in the air so shut up and sit back you’re making me panic by leaning forward in the seat like that you child”

If maverick had leaned back and pouted at being scolded by someone half his age and then scowling for accidentally proving her point than that’s between him Callie and god so mind your business Ice I can already hear your loud cackle from up there.

-

Next time it happened may have been the most disastrous time yet because they were currently playing dogfight football and calling the wrong name to catch or pass a ball to him was just asking for a disaster.

“Hey bob, ball!”

His brain did not in fact process that Bob had been 5 feet away from him and looked over in confusion as Jake who was his intended target was still facing the other way when he threw the pass and hit the Blonde square in the back of the head.

The newly injured blonde just looked around pissed while rubbing the back of his head, “Ow what the hell who hit me!”

He watched as 10 other hands pointed in his direction and in a panic pointed at Bradley who had been very offended at the false accusation

When Jake flipped him off he just rubbed his neck and apologized before they resumed the game and not 5 minutes later then hit Bob in the chest when he accidentally called out for Jake, whoops.

-

You would think this was only a verbal issue but unfortunately it turns out he still types in and calls the wrong name in his phone.

Last night he had walked into Bradley’s house hoping to talk to him about organizing thanksgiving when he had found a shirtless Jake Seresin in his son’s lap on the couch and kissing him so passionately that when they pulled away at the sound of the front door opening he saw one sliver of spit connecting their mouths before he backed straight out the door and decided it could wait for the morning

The issue however is that Maverick decided he would be a sensible adult and be mature enough to call Jake and have a proper discussion about him and Bradley, but accidentally typed and clicked on Harvards contact instead of Hangman’s

The man groggily picked up after 4 rings having clearly been woken up by the incoming call from his superior officer, “Hello sir d’ya need something”

“Listen son I like you a lot and I would do anything for the sake of your happiness but last night I saw you and Bradley kissing half naked on his couch and not to assume your relationship with him but I have many questions most importantly what intentions do you have with my son”

The blonde didn’t say anything for a couple seconds but he could hear shuffling so he knew the other was still on the phone

“Sir I did not have sexual relations with that man I would never do that to Jake, are you sure you’re calling the right person”

Only then after hearing his kids clear voice and not the jumbled half asleep croak it was a minute ago does he look down at his phone screen and see ‘Harvard’ written there and a picture of him smiling wide in a birthday hat and cake splattered over his face from his birthday

“Well it appears I have called the wrong kid my apologies Logan I’ll leave you back to your sleep”

“Yeah okay bye”

-

Okay so sure he messed up their names a lot but in the end of the day he loved his kids and they just accepted that this was another one of his long list of quirks they just have to come to accept and love, because for all his faults that’s their dad and they love him.

[callsignlucky]

talk to me, lucky (part 6)

summary: You're Maverick’s kid. You’re also Bradley Bradshaw’s best friend—or at least, you were. What lies between you two now is uncharted territory.

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw/mitchell!reader

wc: 2.7k

a/n: good morning aviators! after a week, three revisions, and a power outage i present you with this monstrosity! enjoy :)

TIME ON TARGET -3:00:00

“Time is your greatest enemy.” 

Dad’s voice cut through the briefing room early the next morning. 

Something had shifted between Bradley and I, that was plain to see. Phoenix had commented on it in the lockers rooms and I gave her a half assed explanation of the bare bones before meeting Bradley outside and heading down to the War Room. Hangman eyed us as we sat next to one another, and I tried not to let the smirk on his face get to me as I kept my eyes on my father as he briefed us on the mission specs. 

“Phase One of the mission will be a low level ingress attacking on two-plane teams. You’ll fly along this narrow canyon to your target. Radar guided surface to air missiles defend the area. These SAMS…they’re lethal. They were designed to protect the sky above, not the canyon below.” 

Bradley spoke up to my left. “That’s because the enemy knows no one is insane enough to try and fly below them.” He said, and I looked from him to Dad as he turned from the screen to face us. 

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna train you to do.” Everyone exchanged glances, everyone in mild disbelief, while Bradley averted his eyes out the window. “On the day, your altitude will be one hundred feet maximum.” I felt my pulse quicken. That was low. Very low. “You exceed this altitude, radar will spot you, and you’re dead. Your airspeed will be 660 knots, minimum. Time to target—two and a half minutes. That’s because fifth-generation fighters wait at an airbase nearby.” In a blink, specs for those planes popped up on screen, and my father focused on them. Or at least he appeared to. “In a head to head with these F-18s, you’re dead. That’s why you need to get in, hit your target and be gone before these planes even have a chance at catching you.” Hangman turned his head to look back at Bradley, that smirk on his face as cocky as ever, and I gripped the pen in my hand tight. Rooster was unphased, simply gazing back at Hangman before looking head on and knocking his knee against mine. “This makes time your greatest adversary.” 

“You’ll fly a route in your nav system that simulates the canyon. The faster you navigate this canyon, the harder it will be to stay under the radar of these enemy SAMs. The tighter the turns, the more intensely the force of gravity on your body multiplies. Compressing your lungs. Forcing the blood from your brain. Impairing your judgment and reaction time. So today, we’re going to take it easy on you. Max ceiling, three hundred feet. Time to target, three minutes.” Looks of shock were exchanged, and I must’ve not had a very good poker face because Bradley knocked his knee into mine again. The sensation was a comfort, and I was suddenly very glad we got our shit straight when we did because that was added stress neither of us needed. Not when the mission was as high of stakes as this. 

Maverick wished us luck, and Hangman grinned lazily, head lolling to the side to look back at us. “Bradshaw’s already got his good luck charm. Don’t you, Rooster?” He asked, and I frowned, opening my mouth to say something, but Dad dismissed us to our planes before I could. 

Dad didn’t believe in luck. He believed in hard work and skill, but I knew he meant it, for each and every one of us. We were the top one percent of pilots in active duty. The best of the best of the best—and that course kicked our asses. 

Phoenix, Bob and Coyote were up first. Due to a miscommunication, Coyote broke the ceiling, and was shot down by a SAM. Dad wasn’t gentle in reminding them exactly how they failed. 

Payback, Fanboy and Hangman were next. As always, Hangman’s arrogance got them killed, speeding through the course and sending his wingman into a wall. 

“What happened?” Dad asked after we regrouped back in the War Room, and Hangman sat in his seat without a care in the world and it was getting under my skin very quickly. 

“Well, I flew as fast as I could.” He said with a tilt of his head and a smirk on his lips. “Kind of like my ass depended on it.” 

“And,” Bradley chirped up, “you put your team in danger and your wingman’s dead.” 

Hangman shrugged. “They couldn’t keep up.” 

I was next, with Omaha and Halo on my six. Everything was going fine, until they cut left too sharply and over corrected to accommodate, sending them directly into the canyon wall. All I could do was sit silently while Dad read them to filth in front of everyone, and was very glad he didn’t praise me for properly maintaining the course and making it to the target. 

Rooster and the Ivy Leagues were next, and I wasn’t anticipating anything fun from the briefing that followed. 

“Why are you dead?” Dad’s voice had an edge to it, and if I could’ve grabbed Bradley’s hand to calm him, I would have. “You're the team leader up there. Why are you, why is your team dead?” 

“He’s the only other one who made it to the target.” I snapped, before I remembered myself and adjusted in my seat. “Sir.” 

“A minute late. He gave time for enemy aircraft to shoot him down. He is dead.” 

Rooster’s jaw flexed as he straightened his back. “You don’t know that.” 

“You’re not flying fast enough.” Hangman drawled from our left, head leaned back against the seat almost as if he were bored. “You don’t have a second to waste.” 

Bradley was getting frustrated, and he wasn’t the only one. Tensions were growing by the second, split between my father, Bradley and Jake. “We made it to the target.” 

“And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out.” Dad snapped back at Rooster, but that didn’t sway him one bit. 

“Then it’s a dogfight.” 

“Against fifth generation fighters.” Dad said incredulously. I knew why he was doing this. Conjuring up reasons why Rooster failed, that’s the way his brain worked, worst case scenario. He wanted him to be prepared so he would make it home, I just hated he was doing it like this. 

“Yeah, we’d have a chance.” Rooster defended, and I shifted in my seat. 

“Bradley.” I whispered in warning, glancing between the two men as their voices raised by the second. 

“In an F-18??” 

“It’s not the plane, sir. It’s the pilot.” 

“EXACTLY.” Dad snapped out suddenly, and I felt my stomach drop as Bradley’s face fell. There was no way he just said that. Not in front of everyone. 

Bradley swallowed hard, gripping the arm of the seat tightly. “There’s more than one way to fly this mission.” His voice cracked. 

“You really don’t get it, do you?” Hangman retorted, drawing attention to himself. “On this mission, a man flies like Maverick here, or a man does not come back. No offense intended.” He said with a nod towards myself and Phoenix, and Bob leaned forward with an annoyed smirk. 

“But somehow, you always manage.” 

“Look, I don’t mean to criticize. You’re conservative, that’s all.” Hangman said with a nod towards Bradley. 

“Lieutenant.” Dad warned, but Hangman was on a roll with no signs of stopping. 

“We’re going into combat, son. On a level no living pilot has ever seen. Man, or woman. Not even him.” At those words, my stomach dropped to the floor. I knew where he was going, and my eyes darted around the room as I sat up straighter. 

“Jake, stop—“

“And yet, a woman is the only one who hit the target on time.” Phoenix cut me off to remind Hangman sharply. “Or did you forget?” 

“Right. Miss Lucky.” Hangman drawled out with a nod, looking back at me again. “Must be something in those Mitchell genes that makes you such excellent pilots. I wonder, was it your father who signed off on you going by your mother’s name? Or was it your godfather, Admiral Kazansky?” 

My blood ran cold. I felt everyone’s eyes on me, and suddenly I felt about two inches tall. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Coyote asked with a frown, while Fanboy leaned forward to look at me. 

“Hold on. Lucky, you’re—”

Phoenix turned in her seat completely, and it was the look on her face that hurt the worst. Betrayal, judgment…a mixture of both. 

“You’re Maverick’s daughter?” Bob asked, almost in disbelief with those puppy dog eyes trained on me and I couldn’t find the words while Dad tried to get the attention of the room off of me and back on him. Hangman, however, accomplished that quickly. 

“I’m just saying, Ponyboy.” He said, and Rooster slowly looked over at him. “It’s no time to be thinking about the past.” 

And just like that, Hangman dropped the other shoe. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” It wasn’t a question, it was a command, Bradley’s voice coming from somewhere deep in his throat. I felt for him, but I knew it was only a matter of time before someone found out. 

“Rooster,” Dad warned, but we all knew it was too late. There was no controlling this now, and it was like watching a train wreck. 

Hangman turned back around in his seat, satisfied by the chaos he caused. “I can’t be the only one who knows Maverick flew with his old man—“

“—Lieutenant, that’s enough—“ 

“—or that Maverick was flying when his old man—”

Bradley launched to his feet in a flash, and I was up almost as fast as shouting sparked through the room like the end of a lit fuse. Bradley got one good shove in before he and Jake were pulled apart, and I pushed him back by the chest, Phoenix and Bob each grabbing an arm as he pointed at Jake. 

“You son of a bitch!” Rooster shouted over everyone, and despite it all, Hangman started laughing, displaying his palms in surrender. 

“I’m cool, I’m cool,” he said as he shrugged Fanboy off of him, ignoring my father as he said that’s enough. I turned to Jake completely, standing between him and Bradley, and Bradley’s chest hit my back as Jake walked towards us. “He’s not cut out for this mission. You know it.” I planted my feet as Rooster tried to advance, and Dad put his hand on his shoulder in further defense. 

“That’s enough!” He yelled again, and Hangman turned his attention to him. 

“You know I’m right. If you’re gonna choose someone besides me, Maverick, your daughter is the obvious choice. Nepotism baby or not.” His eyes flicked down to me and I held my glare as he got into Rooster’s face before stepping back. 

“You’re all dismissed.” Dad said breathlessly, and he didn’t have to tell Rooster twice before he was out that door. Everyone else followed suit as I slumped down in the first row, looking up when Phoenix passed by without even turning her head. 

With a heavy exhale, Dad lowered himself into the seat next to me. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, but I kept my eyes trained at the floor, hands balling into fists in my lap. 

“Not your fault.” I whispered back, not trusting my voice to be anything but.

After a moment I stood up on impulse, squeezing his shoulder before heading out of the War Room to the locker rooms. Phoenix watched as I completely passed the women’s, rage carrying me along as I stomped right into the men’s. 

“Lucky!” She called after me, but I wasn’t listening. Coyote spotted me first with a little yelp of shock, snagging a towel to cover himself up. 

“Lucky, this is the men’s—“

“Where is he?” I knew they knew who I was talking about, and Bob quickly pointed towards the showers, hiding behind his locker door. I stalked in the direction he was pointing, turning the corner quickly. I found the only shower that was running and yanked the curtain open, not thinking about the fact that I was about to see Jake Seresin as naked as the day God cursed the Earth with him. He smiled down at me without a care in the world, standing in the spray of the shower, carding his fingers through his hair. 

“Lieutenant Mitchell, what a pleasure. How may I service you today?” He asked sarcastically, and I balled my hands into fists as a crowd slowly formed behind me.

“Fuck you.”

Jake raised a brow. “Here? In front of everyone? You dirty girl, Lucky.” For a moment, just a moment, I saw the appeal and understood why those air bunnies always trapsed after Jake with hearts in their eyes. I shoved him back by the chest and stepped forward into the shower, pointing a finger in his face. 

“I don’t give a shit about you exposing me in front of everyone, that’s your prerogative. But you keep Goose’s name out of your mouth or I will make you swallow your teeth. Do you understand me?” Behind me, I heard Phoenix call my name again, but it fell on deaf ears as Jake stepped forward, eyes alight with fire. 

“I don’t understand, why the sudden urge to protect little Rooster? Seems to me like you hated him a few days ago. What changed?” He propped his arm on the shower wall above my head, and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, eyes glued to his. “Is this love, Little Mav?” 

“Love is for children.” I snapped suddenly. “I’m protective of a dead man’s good name. Not Bradley. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself.” 

“Riiight.” Hangman nodded slowly, the movement causing water from the shower head to spray onto my face. I blinked it away, and accidentally caught a glimpse of what I’d been avoiding, and quickly averted my eyes back to his. This only spurred Hangman on. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You can look if you want.” 

“Oh, fuck you, Jake.” I said with a roll of my eyes, cheeks dusted with pink as I took a step back. “You know, people would like you more if you weren’t such an insufferable prick.” 

He smirked wide, taking another step towards me. “I don’t mind a prick every once in a while, Lucky. How about you?” I took another step back, but didn’t anticipate the small lip of tile that separated the shower from the rest of the locker room. My foot slipped, but before I could fall, Jake’s hand snapped out to snag around my waist, pulling me back onto even ground with ease. “Careful there, Mitchell. Wouldn’t want you to fall.” He said with a wide grin, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I smacked his hand away. 

“Don’t talk about Goose again.” I repeated myself sharply, though my threat seemed puny after letting Jake fluster me like that in front of everyone. I stepped down from the shower again and yanked the curtain closed, turning around to find Phoenix and Bradley had joined the party. Everyone else quickly looked away from me, and I headed out to change, with Phoenix hot on my heels. 

“What the hell was that?” Phoenix asked as soon as we were in the women’s locker rooms, and I groaned and let my head fall against the lockers. 

“Complicated.” I replied with a huff, before shedding my flight suit. 

Like the past few nights, everyone met in the rec room to make plans for the evening. The consensus seemed to be the Hard Deck with Hangman, but I wasn’t feeling much like drinking, which is why I could’ve kissed the ground my father walked on when he entered the room. Everyone fell silent, eyes on him, and I could tell he was debating in himself on whether or not he should do what he came to do. Apparently he resolved his conflict with a fuck it, and tossed me my motorcycle helmet. 

“C’mon, Birdie.” I glanced back at Bradley as I stood, holding the helmet to my chest. 

“Where are we going?” 

Dad took one last look around the room, eyes lingering on Jake for a moment, before looking back at me. “To see your godfather.” 

Despite it all, despite Jake Seresin ruining my reputation, I smiled wide and slid off the back of the sofa, following my father to the door. I stopped before I left, turning around to Bradley. “Big Gulps when I get back?” 

“Sure,” Rooster replied with a nod, smiling. “But you’re buying.”

[amazingmsme]

Okokok i have my headcannons ready (tg anon!)

- not sure if you’ve touched any ao3 fics about tg:m yet (if you haven’t, let me recommend PurpleArrowzandLeather and EarthAngel_44 for starters, but i have SO MANY ao3 recs), but i totally love the idea that mav ends up kind of adopting the dagger squad and they always end up at his house somehow

- everyone will have regular movie nights at mav and rooster’s, and whenever one of them is stateside they’ll stay at their place

- mav was DEFINITELY the one to expose to the group that Rooster is ticklish, probably telling a story from when he was a kid, and it definitely led to a massive dagger squad tickle fight

- i think everyone learns pretty early that bob is ticklish, phoenix is probably trying to get him to let lose and ends up poking him and he falls off his chair at the hard deck (or,, he really did get “baby on board” from being crazy ticklish, so hangman already knows prior to the mission that bob is crazy ticklish)

- bob has the cutest squeaky laugh, and mav usually can’t even tell the other daggers to stop because it’s just a such a cute sight

- in contrast, i think phoenix is only ticklish in very few places (her knees and hips) but she will actually maim anyone that even tries to tickle her (… i also headcannon phoenix as a lesbian bc i am a lesbian and she is fine as hell with very lesbian energy)

- I think rooster probably got lucky at some point, maybe phoenix was comforting him after finding out everything that happened when he was a kid and he ended up finding out that she was ticklish and she just kinda let it happen to cheer him up

- rooster is not as ticklish as bob (or hangman 👀) but he’s definitely surprisingly ticklish in a lot of places

- he kind of just giggles and erratically swats around when someone tickles him, but he can’t really manage to get them away

- i also hc rooster’s worse spots to be his ribs and his hips

- i think hangman is probably a 7/10 on the scale of ticklishness, nothing compared to bob’s 10/10 but also a lot compared to phoenix’s 4/10

- his chest and neck are super sensitive, which the team probably found out when mav squeezed his shoulder in passing

- i think he has a really hearty, big laugh, and he kind of just lays there with his arms to his chest and takes it (i headcannon that he comes from a family of only sisters, so he’s used to just letting them tickle him sometimes because he knows he’s a lot stronger than them)

- i think coyote is probably secretly very ticklish, but only jake knows since they’ve known each other so long, and he would absolutely expose every spot on jake’s body if he ever told anyone

FEAST YOUR EYES!! EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS! Seriously, if this doesn’t convince you to watch Top Gun Maverick I think you’re just a lost cause lol (I kid, I kid) & thanks for the fic recs, I’ll have to check them out! But I gotta be honest, I haven’t been reading as many fics what with school & all eating up my time

Group movie nights are the goat for any fandom with a lot of characters. Like, they’re just BEGGING for a sleepover! & Maverick totally exposed Rooster because he’s a cheeky lil shit like that. But I don’t think he meant to, he said it as an offhand comment & then when Rooster inevitably tells him to shut up about it or Jake wants to know more he gets all >:) about it

I’m a huge simp for Rooster so I like to think he’s pretty bad, but you’ve got MAJOR big brain energy for saying Hangman’s worse. Like, that man is waaaaay too smug & cocky, he needs an anti hubris button. & lucky for everyone else, he does 😊

Thank you SO MUCH for these headcanons, I go bouncing off the walls whenever someone sends me headcanons like this. Seriously, you made my day

& I just have to add my own 2 cents on this, because I LOVE the idea of the dagger squad finding out Maverick is ticklish. They’d jump at the opportunity to bully him. I feel like he’d be watching Rooster wreck Bob & say something like “you’re just as ruthless as your dad” & he immediately stops & is all like 👀 & turns his sights on him. Like just slowly stalking closer & asking “nonchalant” questions. & when Mav puts the pieces together it’s too late

[canidkid]

>:] Sandman Agere (this is an infodump abt baby Cori) 🌾🥞⏳️

-> I'm using "Cori" to refer to The Corinthian here because I refuse to type it out every time

Spoilers for all seasons of the netflix series !!

I haven't watched the actual series in a WHILE - BUT !! A reblog made Cori bounce off the corner of my brain like the DVD logo...

His whole motivation is to be closer to humanity than "just a nightmare" - that's why he acted out in the first place. Because Morpheus wanted him to be his finest creation, and Cori got... a lil over ambitious with it..

Once he's back in the dreaming and remade, there's so much potential for just...heart wrenching angst followed by fluff. He's so, so sorry. Of course, he's a bad person. He was made to be that way - but he never wanted to disappoint his creator like that.

A pretty personal headcanon of mine is that Morpheus can rarely bring himself to take care of Cori. Like, there's too much baggage there. It usually falls to Hob or Lucienne to properly care for the little creachur. Dream will just...turn up at Hob's place with this random kid sometimes.

I think Cori can't be like..physically regressed/ "de-aged" (haha ao3) in the waking world, as that would require him to be remade. So the time he spends small with Hob, he's only mentally younger - in the dreaming, he gets a different physical form!

He really likes squishy toys and animal figurines. Also very personal, but I think he has a black cat toy at Hob's. He doesn't sleep, but he can rest. Which usually involves several blankets and a story.

Since he never was a child, there's less of that textbook regression concept. He more-so finds himself drawn to the quietness of doing puzzles on the floor or the physical sensation of swinging or sliding at playgrounds, for example. His regression quiets his mind of the ever-present guilt and responsibility of his past. It allows him to seek humanity in the way a child would. In play, in tantrums, in feeling and expressing everything there is to feel.

Stage 5 clinger. Especially to Dream. Which gets...complicated. It takes a long time for Morpheus to forgive himself for what happened & even longer to forgive The Corinthian. In some ways, he never will.

Morpheus and Cori both regress at Hob's. He's just a safe place for the both of them.

Morpheus needs to learn to be taken care of. Yes, he's the personification and master of dreams and the subconscious mind. But he's also not a machine. And yes, all entities, powerful as they may be - deserve devotion and care in any way they may need!

Also, Cori is wildly coyote coded to me, so I love using coyote imagery for him!!

🌿🌱🌙

[topgunreacts]

In the story for the Werewolf Ice, you said that each of Val Kilmer's characters should turn into werewolves. We couldn't agree more on that! But could you please tell us what breed and color of wolf you have in mind for Val’s characters?

I am extremely headcanon-promiscuous, so each iteration would definitely come with its own distinct type of wolf. Overlaps, if they happen, would be circumstantial. When I write Iceman, he has a completely different family in each story, for example. I like the diversity, and enjoy being forced to come up with a different background that makes me consider what it was about THAT background that made Ice himself.

It doesn’t always need to be deep, either. Werewolf Iceman is an Iberian wolf, a subspecies of gray wolf that lives in Greenland. Just kidding. It’s the Iberian peninsula. I picked that wolf for Top Gun Iceman because they are trim, tightly muscled, and golden in color, just like Iceman’s tits in the volleyball scene. Also, Iberian wolves are cool.

Time for a

~Thunderheart Intermission~

Werewolf Ray Levoi is a Eurasian wolf, also a subspecies of gray wolf. Because Thunderheart takes place on an Indian Reservation and features a character of mixed indigenous/western European descent, I incorporated that into the lore of the story. The ancestral werewolf who gives Ray his power lives in modern day France, where she is worshiped, respected, and mostly feared. Ray’s mother is from a line of females (my werewolves pas down their power matrilineally) who immigrated from Europe to America. They are out of place in the US. Lost and isolated from their arcane culture. Ray specifically struggles with that on both fronts. His mother the European werewolf was too afraid to pass most things down to her son, and white settlers initiated multiple genocides to wipe out local werewolf populations, even seeking to kill the local ancestors to hobble them. This is because werewolf magic works to prevent things like consolidation of magical power. They’re like the water cycle but for magic. That makes hoarding magic very difficult! So Ray has almost NO connection to his werewolf side. He can’t even get in with the local werewolves because there aren’t any left (that he knows of…).

Similarly, he feels disconnected from his father’s people, the Oglala. His dad died when he was young, so he had very little exposure to Oglala culture. He’s white passing, and only goes back because his bosses at the FBI want him to root out activists, which he will do suuuuuper successfully by ingratiating himself with the locals. This will happen because he [checks smudged writing on partially censored document] shares an ancestry with the people his bosses are trying to put in the ground. For obvious reasons, this does not make him popular there because everyone with a brain cell knows what the fuck is up.

This is Walter and Ray doing their First Look on their wedding day. :) The sexual tension here is palpable.

But wait there’s more!!! In this AU, Ray is a black Eurasian wolf. Why? Because all black wolves have a little domesticated dog in them. That’s where they get that color. I didn’t pick a representative identity for the wolf and dog parts, since that’s not what I’m going for, especially given the fact that this AU is working with indigenous Americans: marginalized groups of people frequently compared to animals by virulent racists. Instead, the color is meant to symbolize Ray being torn between the magical and mundane worlds, being unable to find complete belonging in either place.

~the intermission has ended~

And now what you probably came here for: a small, unofficial official list of potential Val Kilmer Werewolves.

Tombstone Kilmer: red wolf that is always a lil dusty

Batman Kilmer: a timber wolf that was born in a zoo next to the bat enclosure

Real Genius Kilmer: a coyote pretending to be a wolf

Willow Kilmer: a tundra wolf wearing a wizard hat

Prince of Egypt Kilmer: Wepwawet's cousin

10th & Wolf Kilmer: human. too human.

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Kilmer: extremely smart great plains wolf that willingly does enrichment puzzles with human field researchers for fun

[farieshades]

What do you think about Geralt and the wolves realtionships?

Forewarning I suppose, that in this case I do ship literally everyone together (with and without Jaskier’s involvement) but for the sake of feigned ‘reasearch’ I suppose I shall try to keep fanfiction out of it for the most part, and in this I’m sticking with Eskel, Lambert, and Vesemir no matter that Ciri could theoretically be considered a Wolf and Gweld does exist in my knowledge, as does Aubry (more so in AWAU than actual reference outside of being killed during the Tournament). Not entirely avoiding fics I suppose, but, you know… 

Geralt and Eskel

Eskel and Geralts relationship starts when they are kids. They grew up like brothers, possibly closer, but many writers take this into them never being far apart from each other. We know Eskel feared for Geralts life when the other's hair turned white, and well, that's sensible considering most times half+ the cohort would be dead. Out of the other two, Eskel is the one that Geralt is probably closest to. His second hand. I’ve not read much in the terms of the progression of their relationship, though I know Eskel mourned him when Geralt vanished and was thought dead. 

Geralt and Lambert

Lambert is that little brother you have that's constantly getting into trouble with the police, probably has fought off a coyote at somepoint, and half the time his stories sound true but you may never know. Lambert's personality is that of an angry cat, all biting and hissing, but when calm, they may just curl against you at the end of the day. Generally, my belief here is that he's protective of what little family he has and to conceal his emotions, he becomes a prick. True, there are great disimilarities, with Lambert, more-or-less hating his fate of being a Witcher while his family has gotten over it (or in Geralts case managed to become famous and beloved somehow). Though Lambert made no secret of his hatred for Kaer Morhen, when the time came to stand in its defense, he did so without a second thought (Journal Entry). He's the bastard of the family who hates everyone but will fight to the death to protect them, and for that, there is some respect. 

Geralt and Vesemir

There is a lot going on with the Vesemir stuff in my head. Vesemir became a father figure to Geralt, but treated all young witchers with harsh affection, a (bad) attempt at both teaching them of the harsh outside world that would await them, and to defend them from 'going soft'. After everything with the genocide happening, Vesemir becomes more fatherly to the remaining Witchers, more... I wouldn't say Kind, but that's the word my brain wants. If we want to believe NotW is factual to the story, which in itself is debatable, he becomes this father figure by force rather than want. Nevertheless, Geralt is respectful of him, probably due to him being one of very few Witchers that Geralt would be looking up to through his life. My very definite, non-professional opinion is that he’s probably a toxic father to have, but also compared to the other Witchers that may have survived the fall of Kaer Morhen, possibly the best one to have survived to train the remaining members of the school.

[jungle-angel]

Halloween/Fall Prompts

12 :)

OOOOOHHH!!!! OH SHIT!!!! Ok, ok, this is absolutely perfect!!! Hon, I will ask, just remember to specify which fandom and or characters next time because I'm pulling at random for this (lol).

The bonfire crackled in the backyard of Penny's place, the entire squad gathering around, huddled in their hoodies and close to the flames to keep warm. The smores hadn't yet run out and Bob was already on his third one, the night air chilly and more beer in the cooler than they could have asked for.

"Hey anybody know a good ghost story?" Fanboy asked.

"Not really."

"Nope."

"I dunno."

A rather sly grin crawled across Coyote's face. "I do."

"Alright, shoot," Hangman said as he stuck another marshmallow on the end of his stick.

"You guys probably don't know this," Coyote began. "But when my grandma was growing up she had an encounter."

"An......encounter?" Bob asked with a nervous curiosity.

"You wanna know?" Coyote asked them.

Everyone leaned in and scooted a little closer to hear the tale as the insatiable curiosity ate away at their brains.

"It was way back in the fifties," Coyote began. "My gram was growing up in a little flyspeck of a village outside of Rio. Typical upbringing you know? Faith ran pretty deep in the family being raised with Candomblé as the faith of the household."

"Were they superstitious?" Fanboy asked.

"A little," Coyote answered. "Her mom was always warning her to never go out after dark."

Rooster and Bob cast each other a perturbed glance, Phoenix listening intently. "Any reason why?" she asked.

"She'd never tell her," Coyote continued. "But my gram and her friends were pretty ballsy when they were kids. They were always getting into stupid shit, but she always remembered to be home before the sun set."

Shivers ran up their backs as they listened. Most of them were familiar enough with scary stories to know where this was going.

"One night they got it in their heads to go exploring," Coyote explained. "A few of the older kids in the neighborhood had dared them to go exploring these caves that were rumored to be haunted. Gram went to her friend's house early in the day and told her mom she'd be staying over until the next morning. Again......don't go out after dark."

A very creepy feeling had begun to set in as the crickets chirped and the fire crackled. None of the squad spoke as they let Coyote continue the story.

"They all got a bunch of flashlights and a backpack together and decided to sneak out to the caves," Coyote went on. "Pretty easy to find by most standards but still a bit of a ways into the woods. But along the way they started to notice something was off."

"What was it?" Mickey enquired.

"Bones," Coyote answered.

"Like.....animal bones?" Payback asked nervously.

Coyote nodded. "But they kept going anyways. Finally, they made it, but Gram knew something wasn't right. They went into the caves and started to notice more bones."

The hairs on the backs of everybody's necks began to stand up like the hackles on an animal.

"But these bones weren't animal," Coyote explained.

Now they were really horrified.....truly and utterly horrified.

"They were ready to get out of there when all of a sudden they heard growling in the dark," Coyote explained. "Not just any growling......mean, nasty growling that didn't sound like anything they had ever heard before."

"Was it a dog?" Rooster asked him.

"Nobody knows," Coyote answered. "Gram had said she saw eyes.....glowing, red hot eyes in the darkness of the cave before they took off running. They ran and ran, panicking when they heard a birdlike screech behind them and the flap of wings."

The squad's mouths hung open in shock, their blood running ice cold. "What happened after that?" Phoenix asked him.

"You really wanna know?"

They nodded.

"The creature burst from the bushes, reaching out with its clawed arm......."

The back door to the house burst open suddenly, startling everybody shitless. "Coyote you want dry rub or wet rub on your steak?" Maverick asked him.

"Wet rub!"

Maverick disappeared into the house, Coyote cackling a little when he saw their faces, more so when Hangman threw his shoe at him. "Fuck you bro!" Hangman blurted out. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"No, no wait," Payback said. "I'm curious now. Did your Gram make it home?"

"Yeah she made it home fine," Coyote said with a wave of his hand. "But she didn't talk about it. At least not until I came along."

All of them shuddered, some of them in doubt that the story had even been real. Nonetheless, it had been one of the scariest stories they had ever heard by the bonfire.

[amatchinwater]

When Trust is Earned

Warnings: character death, violence, blood, sexual content,

a/n: remember when I said I'd get better about posting these? Oops...

Ch 10/14 (Ch 9)

Codominance/The Sword and The Spirit (ao3)

---

“You’re kidding, right?” Malia eyes the Alpha warily. 

Stiles crosses his arms, “for the love of god,” rolling his eyes as he leans against the gym lockers, hitting the back of his head as he goes. What is she so confused about? He and Theo being here together or the syringe? The coyote’s eyes keep darting back and forth like she herself can’t decide. 

“Look,” Theo sighs, “I promised to help you and I will. I keep my word even if I don’t want to.” 

“That,” she jabs a finger at the metal in the Alpha’s hand, “is supposed to help me find Deaton?” 

Stiles snorts, “no. It’s meant to knock you on your ass.” How can she be so thick? The chimera is having a very hard time remembering what he saw in her in the first place. Oh, right. He was a horny virgin and she was a beautiful, mysterious coyote who’d never heard the concept of modesty. Her having no trouble being stark naked in the boy’s bathroom because of ‘water pressure’ and then standing right in front of him kind of killed him. Stiles never stood a chance against his hormones. 

Honestly, he should’ve known better. But adages to thinking with your downstairs brain and all that. 

“What’s in the Doctors’ operating theater will help you,” Theo corrects her. Waving his hand around, clearly irritated that he even has to say it. “We can take you there, but we can’t let you see where it is.” 

“Ever hear of a blindfold?” Her eyes narrow. 

So she is smarter than she looks. But Malia should know better, Theo’s smarter. “None that work on a werecoyote.” 

 He appreciates the Alpha holding up his word. He really does. But Stiles kind of wishes that Theo was leaving the shit with Malia and the Desert Wolf alone. He's seen the photos, Malia’s mom isn’t one to fuck with. A person is only as good as their word, though, right? Dammit. “It’s just wolfsbane, Malia,” Stiles drops his hands, wanting this to be over with.

“Why should I trust you?” 

“You shouldn’t,” Theo levels her with a smirk. “But you will. Because you’re too hellbent on revenge not to. And, I know you don’t want to disappoint poor Scott by having to tell him Deaton’s dead.” 

The coyote narrows her eyes, contemplation clear in her pinched brows.

Stiles chuckles at the baby step she takes with her head slightly tilted. “You’re gonna have to get closer than that, Malia.” 

She takes another step and Theo snickers. “Closer,” he whispers, amusement evident in his stance as well as his tone. With a huff, Malia is toe to toe with the Alpha, throwing Stiles a longing look. Theo follows her line of sight and the chimera winks at his Alpha. Dragging his eyes back to the coyote, Theo chuckles darkly. With faux sweetness, “don’t worry, Malia,” he puts the needle to her throat, “I’m taking very good care of Stiles.” 

The chimera can’t help but smirk at his boyfriend’s cockiness. When the needle pierces her skin, Malia roars and the wolfsbane is administered. “You just love cheap shots, don’t you?” Stiles playfully asks as the coyote passes out. 

Theo doesn’t try to catch her as she slumps to the floor, but turns to pull Stiles to his chest. “I was just telling her the truth,” his tone seeps innocence that isn’t true. “She’s clearly not over you.” 

“I’m sorry,” Stiles teases and wraps his arms around the Alpha, “are you jealous?” 

“Always,” Theo rumbles in his chest, flashing his rubies before leaning in to kiss Stiles’ breath away. “You’re mine,” he reaches down, grabbing the chimera’s ass to pull him even closer. 

Placing a gentle kiss on his mate’s mouth, Stiles grins, “I thought that was obvious by now.” He brushes his finger against the scar on Theo’s neck to prove it, loving the way his eyes flutter closed and he growls softly. “Do you need my help getting Belasko’s talons, or can I still visit Lydia? Natalie finally said I could.” 

Theo smiles, brushing the hair from the chimera’s forehead, “that’s great! Yes, please, go see Lydia.” The Alpha kisses his nose, “I won’t be long.” 

---

Stiles must really be rubbing off on him. Theo is full of nervous energy but doing his best to keep up his calm, careless demeanor. Keywords here being doing his best. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket so that neither Malia or Braeden notice the way his fingers won’t stop twitching. Constantly tapping against his palms. He’d dig his claws into them to keep himself under control, but there’s no way the coyote wouldn’t notice the blood. 

So he pretends to be carefree like he’s not about to blow this entire mission up. Well, Malia’s mission. Theo has one of his own and it’s going to go just fine. The Alpha is more than determined. The coyote still smells pretty pissed off from what he had to do with the mask to get her to find this place to begin with. But she also seems put off by Braeden’s hesitancy about this whole thing. 

Not that it really matters anymore. They’re walking through the front door now. Well past the point of no return. The three are sneaking around the space, Theo can smell the vet and someone else who can only be the remnants of the Desert Wolf. Not like he’s had the pleasure of seeing her in person to know what she smells like. Their agreement was through a burner phone that couldn’t be traced. 

“Something’s wrong,” Malia states, crouching lower to the ground and surveying the area. 

“You mean other than Deaton being bound and gagged?” Theo points at the man at the end of the room tied to a chair. He hopes it’s enough to throw her off his trail.

Apparently he should’ve given the coyote a bit more credit with her mental capacity. “No, there’s a scent.”

Suddenly, Braeden rears around, pointing her shotgun at him. Theo quickly grabs the barrel, shoving it away from his face so the shot blasts into the military truck behind him. The bounty hunter lifts her leg to kick him and blocks it with his free hand. While she’s stumbling, the Alpha grabs her by the throat, slamming her into the same vehicle she’d just shot and slams her to the ground. Keeping his hold on the gun so that when she falls, he has it in his grip. With the stock, Theo whacks her in the face with it, knocking her out cold. 

Malia snarls, trying to lunge for him. Without a second thought, Theo aims the gun right at her abdomen and shoots. Her eyes flicker blue and she yells, doubling over in pain as she slumps to the ground. “It was me, wasn’t it? The chemosignal you picked up. My regret. Because believe it or not, I didn’t want to do this.”

The coyote groans in pain, clutching her bleeding stomach, the sharp smell of wolfsbane fills his nostrils. Smart, Braeden. “Bullshit,” Malia spits. Literally spits blood onto the pavement. 

“I didn’t have a choice,” the Alpha says, tossing the gun well out of her and Braeden’s reach, should the bounty hunter wake up. 

Footsteps echo the massive room and when Theo looks over, he sees who can only be the Desert Wolf, considering she has the talons in her hand as per their agreement. He delivers Malia, she gives him the talons back. Her boot steps on the discarded shotgun, “thank you, Theo,” she sounds arrogant as she sighs, tossing the small jar at him, her black hair flicking around her shoulder from the action.

The chimera catches them easily, his eyes glowing red at the blue hue emanating from them. “I’m taking Deaton too,” Theo informs her finitely.  

“I only needed him to get to her,” she sneers, picking up the gun, shooting Malia in the leg for good measure. The coyote screams and Theo actually winces. This bitch is nuts. 

Pocketing the talons, Theo gives one last look at Malia whose eyes seem to hold a plea. The Alpha just shrugs a shoulder at her. He said he keeps his word. He just never mentioned that his word was to more than one person. The chimera got Malia to her mom…just like her mom wanted. And now he has the talons to stop the Beast. Ignoring whatever the Desert Wolf is saying to Malia, he stalks over to the vet on the other side of the room and slashes his restraints. 

“Let’s go,” Theo says, pulling the cloth from the man’s mouth.

“But what about Malia?” Deaton coughs, pulling the remainder of the gag off of his neck. 

Theo looks over to the Desert Wolf digging her boot into where he’d just shot Malia, Breaden still knocked out beside them. “I promised I’d help her find her mom. Not that I’d get her out of whatever mess that’d create. I also promised to get you out of here safely. I keep my word, Deaton.” The Alpha lifts the older man up, supporting his weight easily. “So that’s what I’m doing. Getting you out of here. Let’s go.” 

“Corinne’s going to kill her,” the vet tries to reason with him. 

He really couldn’t care less. If Malia wanted to confront her mom so badly then she knew what the consequences could be. At least, she should’ve if she thought any of this through. “Not my problem,” Theo clips, heading for the doorway. Out in the open with Deaton, there’s more snarls and another gunshot. Malia roars through her scream. There’s a few more snarls and then three heartbeats become two. 

He kept his word. This isn’t his problem. Getting Deaton back to the vet’s office and himself back to Stiles, that’s his problem. Fishing his phone from his jacket pocket, Theo dials the sheriff. 

Thankfully the man is awake, “Theo?”

“Don’t ask me how I know,” the Alpha says. He knows Stiles told his father everything, but there’s things that Theo just can’t divulge yet. “But you might want to send someone out to Fort Jewitt. Probably with an ambulance,” he thinks of how hard he had to knock Breaden down. “And possibly a coroner,” Theo says, unsure whether Malia or Corinne’s body will be found. 

“Stiles know about this?”

“Most of it, sir,” Theo responds respectfully. “He knows I’m here getting Deaton and means to stop the Beast,” he piles the vet into the passenger seat of his truck. “But I haven’t had a chance to tell him the rest, he’s visiting Lydia right now and I don't want to interrupt him. Natalie just gave him the green light to see her. I called you first. After I drop Deaton off, I’m going straight to Stiles.” 

The sheriff sighs, “I’ll get someone out there. Thank you for telling me.” Before Theo can answer or wonder if the man has hung up, he says, “and Theo?”

“Yes, sir?” 

“Take care of my son.” 

“Always, sir.”

---

Being back at Eichen again wasn’t something Stiles ever wanted to have to experience, regardless the circumstance. But he’s determined to see Lydia. He has to. She’s his best friend and has been there for him more times than the chimera can count. Theo is his best friend too, but that’s a different type of best friend. 

Still, sitting next to the banshee while she stares blankly at the ceiling is setting his nerves on fire in the worst kind of way. “I’m so sorry, Lyds,” he whispers, reaching his hand out to hold her. Stifling a growl when he feels how cold she is. “You don’t deserve to be here.” Stiles scoffs, “no one does.” 

All he wants is to feel her squeeze his hand. Roll her eyes at him because he’s saying something stupid or finding another way to self depricate. Something that shows she’s still here with him. “It’s so selfish, but I need you, Lyds. I really, really need you,” Stiles shudders in a breath, not ready to cry. He can’t let it all out here or they’ll surely give him the room next to hers. 

“Time to go, Stiles,” Natalie’s voice calls from the doorway. Nodding slowly, he looks at the banshee’s mom with a pinched smile, turning back to say goodbye. “Now, Stiles. Or you won’t come back.” 

That stung. All he wanted to do was say goodbye to her. Guess he’ll move faster. 

Rising to his feet, Stiles gives the banshee’s hand one final squeeze before leaning down to kiss her temple. Her strawberry blonde hair falls farther onto the pillow exposing a shaved portion he hadn’t noticed before. “What’s that?” He asks, brushing his finger against the skin. “A-are they drilling holes in her head?” 

Mrs. Martin shoves him out of the way, “are you crazy? Of course not!” She gently moves Lydia’s hair around until the bald spot is covered once more. “It’s for ECT.”

“Electroshock therapy?” Stiles shrieks in disbelief. They don’t need to shave your head for that. It’s attached to your temples. And he absolutely caught the blip in her heart. Mrs. Martin believes that that’s the truth. That doesn’t mean it is the truth. As per usual, something fishy is going on here. 

“It’s perfectly safe, Stiles,” Natalie sighs. 

Nothing about this place is safe. You can’t even take a fucking shower here without fearing for your life. There’s no way the sides of Lydia’s head being shaved are anything but bad. On cue, proving his point, one of the nurses appears in the doorway, “do we have a problem here?” 

Yes.

“No,” Mrs. Martin assures her, “Stiles was just leaving, weren’t you.” 

For now. 

“Yeah,” the chimera reigns his temper, worried she’ll keep him away if he doesn’t. Plastering a smile on his face he says, “thank you for letting me see her.” Stiles walks out before Lydia’s mom can respond. It takes all of his self control not to shoulder check the nurse on his way out too. 

---

Controlling his anger is one thing. Keeping his anxiety at bay is a whole other beast that Stiles rarely has a handle on. The chimera has been pacing the operating theater for the better part of two hours waiting for Theo to get back from dealing with Malia. Maybe he should’ve texted Corey or Josh to come keep him company because Stiles is losing it. The other heartbeat down here isn’t doing much in the way of companionship. 

The Dread Doctors seem to have forgotten one of their subjects after perfecting their Beast. Probably assumed Theo would dispose of it for them. Assholes. Stiles would really like to get rid of them too. But he doesn’t know the first way of making that happen. 

His nails have been bitten to raw nubs by the time the Alpha walks through the doors, a small glass jar rattling with talons in hand. Stiles barely acknowledges his presence, continuing to pace the dank room and mumble to himself. Going over escape plans in his head and ways to try and keep Theo safe. Stiles’ mind is reeling and he’s so close to a spiral. God, Stiles needs a fucking break. 

There’s a soft clank and then Theo’s arms are wrapping around the chimera from behind, holding him still. “I take it your visit didn’t go well?” 

Stiles’ nose burns with the stale scent of copper. Sniffling he turns in the Alpha’s arms, searching his blue eyes. “Why do you smell like blood?” He really doesn’t need Theo being hurt. That’ll only add to every bit of worry he’s already harboring for Lydia. 

“Not mine,” his boyfriend shakes his head, “I had to shoot Malia to get the talons from the Desert Wolf. She, uh, she might not have made it out of there, but Deaton is safe.” Theo cups the side of his face, thumb brushing against his cheek, “why are you so upset?”

“They’re drilling holes in her head, Theo,” Stiles chokes out, fresh tears burning his eyes. All of his emotions hit their peak, spilling from his eyes as their only means of escape. “They’re hurting her,” the chimera sobs as the Alpha does his best to dry his tears. “I have to do something.” 

“She’s locked up pretty tight, Stiles,” his boyfriend winces. 

“I don’t care,” the chimera shrugs out of his grip, angrily wiping his eyes as he takes a few steps back. “She’s my best friend. I have to save her!”

Theo growls, rushing the small space created to pin the chimera to the stone wall, fingers digging into Stiles’ waist. Rubbing his nose against his erratic pulse, Theo’s voice is nothing short of a rumble that breaks off into a whine, “it’s because you love her and not me, isn’t it?” 

This isn’t coming from Theo being jealous of the kind of relationship he has with Lydia. The Alpha knows, understands, and fully supports it. He’s also aware that Theo can be incredibly jealous on the best of days. That’s not where this is coming from though. But that whine, that whine meant something. 

And then it clicks. 

The silent question echoes around them as if the Alpha had screamed it. 

Am I not enough for you?

It hurts Stiles. That Theo feels the need to ask it, not the question itself. Stiles can take some harsh words being said to him. No, it’s that not once in his life has Theo felt like he was enough for someone. That no one ever bothered to tell him that he’s enough. The fact alone pulls at Stiles’ heartstrings something fierce. He wanted to say this at a better time, for his own reasons. 

No time like the present, right? It seems like it’s something Theo really needs to hear. Now, rather than later. Not some time in the future when Stiles had a chance to sort the words the right way. 

Stiles runs his hands up to cup the Alpha’s face, forcing those blue eyes to look at him, “I think I’ve proven that by now, don’t you think?” He rubs the mark on Theo’s neck, “I love you and yes, you’re my best friend.” Stiles can see the effort the Alpha is putting into staying still and letting him finish. 

“Stiles,” his smile is stunning as he pushes his hips in and Stiles opens his legs for the Alpha to settle between. 

“But she’s my best friend too,” his hands fall to Theo’s shoulders, gripping them, “You know that. I just want her out of that place and safe.” The Alpha’s tongue wets his bottom lip and it’s all Stiles can focus on, “Theo, you’re everything to me. Lydia doesn’t change that.” 

The Alpha nods, “so we get her out of there then,” Theo brushes their lips together, “because you mean everything to me too.” The Alpha shifts until his thigh is pressing into Stiles’ groin. “So you love me, hmm?” His smirk shoots straight to where they’re connected, laboring the chimera’s breathing, making him only nod. “I love you too, Kitten.” 

“Daddy,” Stiles grinds his hips, his groan swallowed by Theo’s lips on his. Tongue invading his mouth and frying his brain cells. The only thought remaining is a much better way for this conversation and their day to end. 

Scared whimpers sound from the other room. Looks like someone’s awake now. It doesn’t seem to bother the Alpha at first. Continuing his beautiful assault on Stiles’ rapidly swelling mouth. “H-hello? I-is someone there? Please, I need help!” A male voice calls.

Theo growls, “I’m going to kill him if he doesn’t shut up.” Breathless, he nips at Stiles’ jaw, trailing his tongue down the chimera’s neck until he reaches the mark he left. Lightly digging blunt teeth into it until Stiles’ moan is cut off by another yell. “Seriously, if he interrupts you one more time,” his mate’s voice tapers off on another growl.

Is he asking for permission or something?

“We really don’t need more chimeras with the pack, right?” Stiles contemplates and the Alpha shrugs. “And the Doctors don’t need him because they made their beast, right?” The chimera lightens his tone, trying to get the wheels turning in Theo’s head. He still looks confused. A little too much blood in his other head, it seems. Grabbing both sides of Theo’s face, “go take care of him and then come back to me,” he says, flashing his blue eyes for emphasis. 

Theo’s eyes glow back before flashing a wicked grin, kissing Stiles senseless. Growling, he says, “god, I love you,” before leaving him to go deal with the transitioning chimera. 

Stiles watches him with glazed, hooded eyes, realizing he can see the other guy perfectly from where he’s plastered to the wall. He shouldn’t get turned on watching Theo kill someone, the logical part of his brain knows that. But after killing Tracy, something snapped in him. He likes watching Theo work; if you can call it that. The way he moves so fluidly. Making it seem effortless to rip someone else’s heart out.

“There,” Theo grins, a glint in his darkening blue eyes. With his clean hand, he rubs his thumb along his jaw, “no more interruptions. Now where were we?” He asks, voice dripping sexual energy as his not so clean hand wraps in a loose hold around Stiles’ throat. “That’s right,” he rumbles in his chest, sealing their mouths together around Stiles’ growing smile. “Something about you begging so prettily and telling me that you love me?” The Alpha’s hand drops to palm at Stiles’ throbbing erection.

The chimera groans, head thunking against the wall as his eyes attempt to roll back at the contact. “Theo, I love you so fucking much,” Stiles snaps his gaze back to the Alpha, glowing blue eyes half focusing, “please, fuck me already.” 

Searing rubies burn into him and his mate growls, “whatever you need, Kitten.” Suddenly, Stiles is facing the wall, his Alpha teasing a lick at the mark on his neck as he undoes the button of the chimera’s pants. “Think you’re still open enough from earlier? When you just couldn’t wait?” Theo grinds against his ass and the chimera lets out a moan, gripping the corner of the wall to stay upright. “Hmm? When you begged me to pull over and fuck you?” 

Stiles can only moan again. Remembering good and well that he in fact begged for it. Was damn near ready to throw himself into the driver’s seat and ride Theo on the way to the school if he didn’t do something. His pants get yanked down, craning his neck he sees the Alpha’s are at his knees too. Watching with lust blown, iridescent blue eyes as Theo sucks his fingers before shoving two deep inside. 

“Oh, Kitten,” Theo coos, “look at you.” His praise shoots straight to Stiles’ dick, making it twitch and dribble some precum onto the concrete floor. “You’re so open,” he adds a third finger and the chimera’s mouth falls in a breathless moan. “So ready for me,” Theo’s fingers are gone and no amount of clenching or pushing makes them stay. He watches his mate spit into his palm. Stroking himself, Theo winks at him, “bend over, Kitten, and take my cock like a good boy.” 

“Yes, Daddy,” Stiles shudders, bowing his back and gripping the wall farther down to support himself. One hand grips the chimera’s waist as the other gets his dick in just enough to push past the rim. Both hands grab his waist hard before Theo slams his hips forward. “Fuck,” Stiles draws out the word on a moan, his hole clenching on its own.

Theo holds firm to both sides of his hips, thrusting into the chimera hard enough that his moans are punched from his chest. “Such a good Kitten,” the Alpha groans, angling himself to rail into Stiles’ prostate. “I don’t care where we are,” he thrusts harder, “or who’s around,” Theo bends to wrap a hand around Stiles’ throat, lifting the chimera until their bodies are flush. “You want Daddy’s cock in that perfect ass of yours, or anywhere else, you can have it.” 

A lazy, lust fueled grin pulls at the chimera’s mouth, “thank you, Daddy.” He turns his head to crash their mouths together in a sloppy kiss. 

The Alpha groans, bending Stiles over by pushing the back of his neck, “you’re welcome, Kitten.” Theo keeps his angle, abusing the chimera’s prostate until breathless screams are all that can come out. “Now let Daddy give you what you want.” 

The need to come rises in Stiles at an alarming rate. “Please, Alpha,” he moans, trying his best to push himself back to meet each powerful thrust offered by his mate. 

“Fucking-” Theo cuts himself off with a growl, his claws pinching into the chimera’s hips and he pounds, pounds into Stiles relentlessly. The chimera’s knees are ready to give out on him from the force in which he’s being fucked, but his mate’s hold is firm. Keeping him upright to ensure he feels everything. “Touch yourself if you need to. I’m not coming before you do,” the Alpha grunts, clearly straining to hold up to that statement. 

Which Stiles is having none of. He won’t touch himself. He’s determined to give Theo the satisfaction of making him come untouched. So the chimera, using the wall as leverage, pushes back, ensuring every jab to his prostate shoots electricity down to his toes. Theo chuckles, realizing what the chimera is doing and fucks him harder. Faster. Snarling with every moan at the power he’s using to do so. 

Nearly snapping Stiles in two and he loves every second of it. Even more so when his mate’s fangs rip open the mark on his neck, making his orgasm rush through him. Hooded amber eyes watch as his come splatters on the concrete wall. Theo doesn’t gentle him through it and that’s totally fine with Stiles because a few moments later, his mate follows. Releasing his teeth and illing him even further with his own thick, pearly ropes, leaving Stiles with a warmth that has his wolf and coyote purring. Fucking swooning at the way their Alpha, their mate, takes care of them. 

“You,” Theo pants, lifting the chimera’s shirt enough to kiss his back, “are fucking amazing.” His mate wraps his arms around Stiles, holding him close as he moves just enough to pull out. “I love you,” the Alpha murmurs when the chimera is upright, Theo’s nose nuzzling his shoulder blades. 

Stiles doesn’t even care about the feeling of come leaking out of his ass when he turns to face his mate. “I love you too,” he says sleepily, “can we go home now?”

“Sure thing, Kitten,” Theo kisses his nose, bending down to pull Stiles’ pants up for him and his own. Cupping the chimera’s cheeks, his mate dips Stiles’ head enough to place another, even softer kiss to his forehead and Stiles preens. Purring at the gentle nature of post sex Theo. “Can you walk?” He asks and Stiles only half nods, his eyes wanting to close. “Do you want to?” Stiles shakes his head no, earning him a laugh from the Alpha. “Come on, you,” he scoops the chimera up into his arms bridal style, carrying him out of the operating theater. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” His Alpha teases, rubbing his nose in the chimera’s hair.

“Take care of me,” Stiles mumbles, sleep already taking over. 

“Always.”

Ch 11 (coming soon)

[aldcaldos]

just a bunch of Vex Facts™ that have been bouncing around my brain for a while

grew up a kabuki street kid, pickpocketing anyone she could get her grubby little hands on and sharing the pot with a small group of other kids who she ran tiny cons with

she and said group of street rats holed up in an old abandoned, almost collapsed apartment building

she has no contact with any of them in the present, some moved away, others disappeared when they were still young, and the rest....who knows?

became a joytoy and a dancer when she was definitely too young to be doing either (welcome to night city) because the pay seemed better than ‘petty street thief’ and it put food in her stomach

worked her way up that ‘corporate ladder’ surprisingly quickly. went from standing out on jig-jig street and dancing in side-store windows to actual clubs and a somewhat established clientele list (was never super high up, more mid-end  — in her words, “ganger grunts could never afford me but the high up corpos in the shiny suits and silk shirts only looked for me if they were actively trying to slum it, get some dirt under their fingernails. i know who i am.”)

worked as one joytoy in a group employed by a guy who had them all get a tattoo with a tracker in it on the inside of their upper left arms that read “don’t bite the hand that feeds.” when vex later left she had the tracker de-activated and the don’t crossed out.

got into the bd scene very briefly cause it seemed a good way to make some extra cash on the side. scrolled a few good scenes, nothing major, but one or two might still be in circulation somewhere. after all, stuff like that, once it’s out there it gets passed around right?

met jackie one night while coming back from a “meeting” with a client in heywood. was cutting through a back alley to get to the nearest metro station when she’s confronted by a less than savory character who’d seen one of her bds and decided to take liberties he wasn’t invited to. suddenly she’s bleeding with her face shoved into a brick wall, her arm’s twisted behind her back so tight she thinks it’ll snap and there’s a gun pressed against her head. she screams, but this is night city. who here isn’t used to the sound of random screaming at night? who’s going to care? next thing she knows, her attacker is gone and she turns around and comes face to face with a big fucker wearing valentino colors. but instead of being another danger, he’s asking her if she’s okay. her attacker? out cold on the floor from one punch. doesn’t stop her stomping on him with her heels though.

jackie takes her to get cleaned up and to see padre. guy who attacked her? a 6th street gangoon lurking on valentino turf where he shouldn’t have been. jackie’d recently left the gang but that didn’t mean he didn’t still have loyalties. the pair end up at the coyote that night, talking and drinking (vex will mention this at jackie’s funeral, how it “freaked the shit outta mama welles, seeing her son walk in with a scraped up joytoy.”)

she stops being a joytoy that night. jackie takes her under his wing (he got one of his “good feelings” that she never understood but never questioned) and he teaches her the ropes of being a merc. she took to it rather well. 

turns her body into a canvas because it only belongs to her and she doesn’t have to care whether it would make her less profitable.

vex and jackie work together for a few years, but then vex meets Some Guy (i haven’t named him yet go away) and, still being a little foolish, decides to move to atlanta with him. this leads to a huge fight with jackie because they were just starting to make it good as mercs, climbing up the edgerunner food chain, and jackie, who’d never liked her input, just knew it was going to end badly with this dude. if only she’d listened.

fast forward two years and guess who was right? vex, having been left sitting on a curb with her shit in a bag, returns to night city, but doesn’t tell jackie when she arrives, convinced he’ll still be pissed at her. only goes to the coyote after, as in the streetkid origin, she gets almost-mugged in heywood. gets the job from kirk, tries to steal a car, then suddenly jackie’s there with a gun to her head. what a reunion.

jackie did in fact say “i told you so.”

wears synth-cherry flavored lip gloss.

is very good at being manipulative but can’t sneak for shit. little hard to do when you’re dressed head to toe in vibrant neon purple.

collects purple weapons. aesthetic is important. it’s her brand. favors her shot gun.

bit of a pyromaniac. really likes when things go boom. gets the projectile launcher installed in her arm and is a little too giddy about it.

regularly makes messy personal decisions. dino dinovic (who becomes dino dinodick in her phone after the first time they have sex) being one of them.

emotionally stunted. having even more emotionally stunted rockstar johnny silverhand in her head does not help matters in the slightest.

[krissiefox]

Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog - Magnificent Sonic (Screenshots and Review)

Ever since I've played Red Dead Redemption 2, I've had a soft spot for Cowboy-themed media, so this episode was a lot of fun for me!

The story starts with a  mean looking six-armed robot fella named "Six Gun Pete" showing up in a desert town called "Tranquil Gulch". He antagonizes the town's Sheriff, and starts to open fire on him, blasting the hell out of his office as the Sheriff flees and, understandably, just decides to quit his job right then and there, not wanting to be shot! He manages to escape safely, no thanks to his apparently poo-brained horse who tries to run away backwards...

One of the customers appears to the fake robot father Robotnik created to trick Tails! Did he leave Robotnik? Is that someone else just wearing the same costume? I guess we’ll never know... Since the mayor has quit, Six-Gun Pete claims himself to be the new Sheriff of the town, just as Sonic and Tails arrive. Sonic is looking to relax a bit so he heads in the local saloon. Inside, he meets a nice possum gal simply named "Miss Possum" (reminds me of the weird names given to characters in the My Little Pony GameLoft game). She and Sonic flirt with each-other throughout the episode,  and given her attire and job, I'm not sure how to feel about...Her age is never mentioned so all I can do is hope she isn't too much older than Sonic to point where this would be squicky!

Anyway!  Six-Gun Pete enters the bar and tries to shoot Sonic, but Sonic tricks him into shooting his own head apart! Ouch! Luckily(?) for Pete it seems that this isn't where his AI was stored, as his body fumbles its way back to its robot horse and begins to awkwardly trek back home to Robotnik. The Town's mayor, a cute squirrel fella, asks Sonic if he'll be the new sheriff, but Sonic explains that he can't settle down in town as he and Tails are always on the move. The Mayor insists it will only be temporarily until he finds an official replacement, and both Tails and Miss Possum really like the idea of him being sheriff too, so he eventually caves and agrees to it. It's here I wanted to note that there's a lot of interesting and neat background characters in these opening sequences. There's a big pig gal in a cute green bathing suit, and also a glimpse of one of the Storks from Tails' new home, as well what looks to possibly be one of the fake robot parents from the same episode?  Lastly there's this cute coyote character who caught my eye because despite being mostly male-coded in appearance (by this shows very hetereonormative visual standards), also has feminine-looking eyelashes. I think this is the first time I've seen something like that in this show, so I now have a personal head-canon that this coyote is somewhere on the Queer spectrum. Maybe non-binary or a trans gal? (Makes me want to do some fan-art!)

I like to think that the Coyote there is either non-binary or a trans gal.

Back at Robotnik's base, what's left of Six-Gun Pete arrives as Robotnik is telling scratch and Grounder that he plans to turn the little desert town in a Casino that will give almost all of its profits to him. Unable to speak, Six Gun Pete draws a  stick drawing of Sonic as the sheriff to let Robotnik know what's going on. Robotnik shoots Six Gun Pete several times and also orders Scratch and Grounder to shoot themselves in the head! If this wasn't from a "YouTube kids" playlist I have to wonder if Youtube would've put their little "pretending to care about people" suicide content warning on this episode...

Well, that got dark in a hurry! Back at Tranquil Gulch, Sonic has been giving some laser guns to practice his shooting with. It turns out he's a pretty lousy shot. He ends up accidentally shooting a chickens egg that she was sitting on (holy shit, Sonic just murdered someone's kid?!) and is even proven to not be able to shoot the broad side of a barn. Still, after showing off that he is fast and clever enough to deal with danger in another ways, he gets to remain as temporary Sheriff.

Eventually, Robotnik sends Scratch and Grounder to town so that they can take Sonic prisoner. They arrive expecting a gun fight, but in a surprisingly peaceful move, Sonic convinces them to instead resolve their differences in a non-violence manner - playing a game of cards to see who will win. Specifically, Sonic wants to play Strip Poker, and it turns out he's really good at it, because by the end of game Scratch and Grounder have not only removed their cool cowboy outfits but also mostly disassembled themselves onto the table.

Another one for the hug collection! Not willing to take the loss, Scratch and Grounder wait until Sonic isn't around and decide to try a new trick. Scratch disguises himself as a human to lure Miss Possum into a coach to be abducted by him and Grounder, and apparently Miss Possum - nice  a gal as she is - isn't too bright, because she falls for his terrible disguise. Scratch and Grounder are trying to drive the coach into a canyon with Miss Possum inside, and finding out what happened,  Sonic rushes out to save her. Once he catches up and gets inside, a river-riding adventure ensues, with Sonic and Miss Possum safely arriving on a shoreline thanks to the flotation of the Coach, and Scratch and Grounder getting bashed up by rocks in the rapid section of the river.

I think Miss Possum needs glasses if she can’t tell that’s Scratch...poor gal.

Scratch and Grounder are moved the towns prison, and the cute coyote person from earlier goes to deliver a notice to Robotnik, informing him that the bail for the two is 10,000 Mobiums. This causes Robotnik to literally blow his top, and apparently his head is full of orange juice?

That looks...unhealthy?

In his fit of rage, Robotnik mauls a Sonic plushie he had laying around. This makes for some pretty wacky screenshots, if they were to posted without context! Back at the town, we see Sonic and tails guarding Scratch and Grounders cells. Tails is making a really nice drawing of the two badniks, and this scene actually triggered a childhood memory of mine - I remember watching this as a kid, when I identified a lot with Tails, and finding it really cool that tails liked to draw just as I did! Tails' art time can't last unfortunately, as Robotnik shows up in town, decked out in his own cool cowboy outfit. He has brought with him 5 other robots, whose names are all parodies of real-life famous cowboys. Also, one of them is a robot seen in the game Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine. neat!

Sonic and Tails start running around, not wanting to try to outgun 6 foes at once, and gradually start picking off the bots as they scatter. Eventually, Robotnik catches Tails forces Sonic to do a duel with him. Miss Possum quickly gets an idea to take Sonic aside to "give him a proper outfit". What she actually does is secretly give Sonic a mirror to hide under a poncho, so that when Robotnik fires at him, he is able to deflect the shot and launch the blast back at him and his badniks. With Robotnik's butt whooped, Sonic decides it's time to move on and presents his badge to Miss Possum, so she can be the new town sheriff! This was a nice moment of seeing some female empowerment in the show, although it would have been better if she hadn't also been both damsel'd and  put in the story mostly just to be the girl who fawns over the male protagonist.

In the Sonic Says segment, Sonic breaks the fourth wall to explain that guns in cartoons don't do serious harm, but real guns are real dangerous and that kids should never play with them! Definitely sound advice. Weapons should always be handled VERY carefully, no matter what your age is.

This episode was lots of fun! As I said before, I have a fondness for wild west Cowboy aesthetics, but there's also a lot of fun and cute characters in the episode (most background characters in this show tend to be rather off putting in appearance, but the ones in this episode were quite cute). Lots of cool action scenes, and some cuteness form Scratch and Grounder. Despite the sexist flaws in her writing, I found Miss Possum quite likable too, as she was always very pleasant and nice. Plus, possums are rad! I also loved seeing all the characters get dressed up in adorable little wild west outfits.

Til next time Sonic fans, stay cool!

[mxldito]

GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR.  

name: Ravis :0

pronouns: I’m cool with any, really! 

preference  of  communication: Discord tbh. And I feel bad because I owe a few people there responses. I’m not going to lie to ya’ll, I get stressed out easily talking to people. The funny little lizard that lives in my brain thinks everybody is judging me. :’)

name  of  most  active muse(s): Currently, Coyote. Wanna get back on writing my demon muses but writing bios is the bane of my existence and I hate putting out half-baked blogs. I also wanna write my lil Tremere Twink but I still need to iron him out a lot.

experience/how  long  (months/years?): I’m a lil fuzzy on this one but I think I’m coming up on ten to eleven years now?  

platforms  you’ve  used: I started off on Facebook messenger and email as a kid and then discovered tumblr RP. I’ve kind of dipped my toes into Discord but it’s not my favorite since the format gives me a sense of urgency. Tumblr’s always been more my of pace and vibe.

best  experience: Meeting Jar :) and Prism uwu. They’re both just the absolute sweetest and have been my friends for so long. Thanks, you two, for not locking me in The Sarcophagus even though I give off dangerous levels of radioactive activity and cause skin lesions. :) May our future hold more gay cowboys.

rp  pet  peeves  /  dealbreakers: Hoooo, guilt-tripping. I no longer have the patience so I just fuck off the second somebody makes me feel shitty. People misgendering Coyote, loudly assuming my OCs are straight, and people whitewashing their muses. It makes me go. . .Chimp Mode. :0

fluff,  angst,  or  smut: Angst seems to be the the current favorite. Would like fluff but I’m waiting for Coyote to get properly attached to somebody first. Don’t like forcing it. I can do smut on occasion though since Coyote is a very sexual being.

plots  or  memes: Memes are usually my go-to to kick things off. I’d like to plot more, but again talking to people stresses me out. That’s something I’m trying to work on though. I hate being a hermit and really would like to really get into some deeper threads as well as get to know people a lil better.

long  or  short  replies: My ass is incapable of keeping it short and I AM SO SORRY, YA’LL. I have a lot of fun doing long replies!

best  time  to  write: I hate it but I write the most later in the evening. There are flukes sometimes though and I’ll get stuff done in the afternoon.

are  you  like  your  muse(s): On a surface level, maybe. We’re both broke, screwy, Chicanos who study psychology. We both just want a quiet and peaceful existence, but our ideas of peace are very different. That’s where our similarities end. 

tagged by: @pyrinas Thank ya! tagging: @cainiine @pxppinmolly @xnecromantia @incubabe and anybody who wants to do this!

[wanderingaldecaldo]

For the weird writer questions: 7, 13 and 32.

Thanks for the asks @morganlefaye79!

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Seeing a story I'd imagined in my head come to life, and then being able to read it myself? I will never get over that magic.

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Hard: dealing with death and loss. I think this goes back to losing my grandfather when I was a teenager. He was a very important person to me, and I suspect I've never fully processed his death. That being said, loss was a major theme in NOGLY so maybe as I'm getting older, I'm able to address it.

Easy: cars, which is perfect since I tend to write about Nomads. 😂 I've been interested in cars since I was a kid and I love to write scenes involving them. In fact, I'm gonna drop some excerpts after the cut!

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

This one has really stumped me. I've been racking my brain and staring at my bookshelf, but I cannot think of one in particular. I'm not generally good at remembering details -- hello friends who help me look over my delivered comms to make sure I didn't miss anything lmao -- and I have to read things twice before I start to remember specifics, which is why I rely heavily on outside sources when writing fic. 😩

Instead let me just answer a more generic "what poem/novel/fanfic" do I return to: Persuasion by Jane Austen, Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson, Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole, Austerlitz by W.G. Sebald.

The promised car scenes!

From No One's Gonna Love You, Chapter Five:

Mitch pushes the Coyote faster, harder on the hilly two-lane highway, the wheels leaving the ground as he crests a few larger hills and squawking as they touch back down on the pavement, until he ignores a rusted, shot-filled warning sign for a curve and nearly launches the car at the guardrail. Reflexes take over—he brakes and downshifts with one hand while yanking the wheel with the other, and the tires scream until the car comes to a stop with the bumper inches from the dented metal that wouldn’t have prevented him from flipping and rolling down the slope. Undoubtedly he’d survive the tumble, but then Pan’d know just how bad an idea it was to let him out of the doc’s care early, and he’s gotta be the responsible one, that’s his role now.

And here's my favorite, from a WIP that may never come to fruition, a Mitch/Claire slowburn. I wrote the full scene for one of the prompts for MoxWrites2077 from Lizzie's:

He’s gotta give her credit, she knows how to drive this machine. He runs the previous laps simultaneously and somehow Claire has coaxed a few split seconds out of the Beast on the straightaway through the first canyon and the rough terrain after, but she’s going too fast for the turn into the next canyon.

“Goin’ too fast,” he cautions.

She ignores him, the muscles of her jaw clenching and fingers whitening on the steering wheel, and she heads into the turn at full speed. Mitch grabs onto the console as the truck starts to skid and they hit a rock and the left wheels lift off the ground while the right side fights for purchase on the sand. They hang suspended for what feels like a minute but is really only a half-second before the driver’s side drops back to the earth, the suspension groaning as it absorbs the weight.

She whoops as the Beast settles out and she guns it through the dried creek bed. Mitch shakes his head at the good luck that kept them from flipping. She’s down five seconds on the Colby by the time they head into Biotechnica Flats, but it’s the next turn he’s worried about—it’s asphalt but with the sand it will be slippery as an oil slick.

The Beast devours the pavement and he debates not saying anything at all, but he can’t do that—he’s gotta try to warn her, even if she doesn’t want to listen.

“Next corner is slippery, might wanna slow down.”

Again Claire ignores him. By the time she starts braking for the turn, it’s too late. The wheels turn but can’t catch hold of the pavement and they’re heading straight at one of the steel girders. She slams the brakes and the wheels lock and she yanks the steering wheel harder. The nose starts to turn but they’re going too fast and the Beast barrels into the girder. Time slows and reduces the crash to the smallest components—the shriek of the fender as the metal rends, his body moving forward from inertia before the restraints snap him back and knock the air from his lungs and the back of his head strikes the cab wall, the smell of burnt rubber from the skidding tires, Claire’s skull cracking against the frame and her cry of pain.

At last the Beast stops. Mitch blinks then looks over at Claire. She’s gripping the steering wheel like it’s a lifeline and staring out the windshield, her breath ragged. He touches her shoulder and she starts, looks at him. Blood oozes from a gash over her left eye.

“You okay?”

Blinking, she nods. She makes no move toward the shifter so Mitch moves it to park. That snaps her back to reality and she slams her hands on the wheel.

“Fuck!”

“C’mon,” he says, releasing his harness. “Let’s take a look.”

[lokiinmediasideblog]

What's your favorite representation of Loki?

MCU, comics, poetic edda, etc?

I'd ultimately go with the Poetic Edda version of Loki. I just think he's hilarious, and his mere existence gave us great characters. Shortly after my MCU!Loki obsession, I became obsessed with myth!Loki because he's just so funny, interesting, and I also felt bad for him. I'd spend a lot of time on DeviantArt browsing art depictions of myth!Loki (and I came across interesting web comics such as Thistil Mistil Kistil, and there was this cool webcomic with a fem!Loki that looked a lot like a coyote and lived with the god Deimos, and she was framed).

I definitely have a soft spot for MCU!Loki though, and it doesn't help I associate him with a lot of facets of my past such as sticking it to a religious mother, the fact that my life is in a very weird (and loose) way similar (*cough* secret older sister), and I even associate him with a girl I had a crush on that was obsessed with him. Which probably explains a lot about me. LOL. I'd argue he's a combination of Odin and Loki moreso than just Loki with the whole sorcerer thing (it doesn't help Odin and Loki are both shifty bastards in the myths, so there's plenty of overlap). I'd also argue he's more Odin-like than Marvel/MCU Odin.

The other Loki I have a soft spot for is Alan Cumming's in "Son of the Mask". He single-handedly introduced my monotheistic child brain to the concept of polytheism and imperfect deities. I used to think all gods were perfect and good. And something about Loki being the god of pranks,mischief, and lies made me think he was cool? I had so much anxiety over God knowing all my sins and going to Hell as a kid

Also, is it weird that whenever I see Edda and Lilith from the Owl House, I think they're visual representations of myth!Loki (Edda) and MCU!Loki (Lilith)? Like just look at them. Could also be myth!Loki and myth!Odin.