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[avalentina]

The Kindest Team Guy (TKTG)

Featuring: NavySeal!Harry and MilitaryBrat!Y/N, Hacker!Y/N

Containing: A LOT OF FILTH! in addition to the regularly scheduled SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST, AND TEARS.

Warnings: Military (deployment, chain of command, classified information, withheld information on loss of a family member, Military funeral, Navy Seal Funeral Traditions, Seal Quotes), death, depression, dubious intent (y/n), broken trust, and more (but this should be accurate for the teaser)

Teaser!

Harry is Seal Team 7 Alpha Team's explosives expert. He can rig and disarm any bomb configuration thrown at him. He's also responsible for Ruffles, the team's k9. Ruffles only knows commands in Italian that way only Harry can give him commands. Harry is quite often the team's rock and peacemaker, but what happens when he meets Y/N, a blurred line hacker, whose father was Seal Team 7 Alpha Team's Master Chief until he was killed in the line of duty on a highly classified mission, with no answers given to Y/N as to what happened, she took to searching for them herself. When Harry falls head over heels for this no good hacker, will he be the light that brings her out of darkness, or will it prove too tempting and pull him down with her.

Status: Part One is OUT NOW!

Sneak Peek 2 here!

[justalonelyslytherin]

Secret Family Recipe - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female Reader

Summary: Just married, Jake's mother deems her new daughter-in-law ready to learn the families secret and special recipes. All. Jake has other some more slightly different plans.

Warnings: fluff. Slightly suggestive at the end - use of an innuendo - but otherwise pg

Wordcount: 1.3k

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A/N: This is part of @flufftober's Flufftober 2022 as well as my 300 Follower Celebration. Divider's are by the lovely @/firefly-graphics

When she had met and consequently fallen in love with Jake Seresin she hadn’t expected to also fall in love with the way he loved his family, even less so with his family themselves. From the moment he had introduced her to them though, the deal had been sealed. They had welcomed her with open arms, not hesitating to make her part of the family even before Jake had officially done so.

“Now that you are a proper Seresin it’s time to introduce you to all our family recipes.” Jake's mother was excited for all she could tell. The woman had wasted no time to seize her chance and drag her into the kitchen while commandeering her son to go help on the ranch outside.

Now they were here in the huge country kitchen that the Seresin ranch had. It was the dream of every baker and cook. The kitchen island in the middle was littered with assortments of bakeware and ingredients of all sorts. It was an overwhelming amount of things she recognized and things she had no clue about.

First things first, however, they had turned towards the cups and big tea selection Mrs. Seresin curated. Standing beside her mother-in-law she nestled a big cup of steaming tea in her hands, while Jake’s mother stirred her own cup. 

“All of them?” she asked as Mrs. Seresin took a sip of her cup. Before the older woman could answer her, they were disturbed. In walked Ellie - Jake’s younger sister - causing both women to look her way.

“Jeez, mum, are we doing disaster prepping now, or are you trying to feed the entire Navy?” Ellie joked upon seeing the huge amount of things littering the workspace. 

Jake’s mother scoffed and rolled her eyes. “No. But it’s time to pass down the family recipes to your new sister-in-law.” 

Loudly gasping, Ellie turned towards her. “Really?” she asked excitedly, running over to her and bouncing back and forth on her feet. Smiling, she nodded at Ellie and asked, “Do you want to help too?” Ellie started to beam even brighter and nodded her head enthusiastically.

“Yes!” She squealed and raced to the sink to wash her hands, “Where are we starting?” But before Mrs. Seresin could answer Ellie gasped loudly once more and turned back around to eye her up and down.

“You aren’t pregnant are you?”

The question made her splutter and choke on the sip of tea she took. The droplets of sweet tea had made it down the wrong pipe and had her cough violently as she shook her head. Mrs. Seresin patted her on the back continuously.

“No!”, she managed to squeeze out in between the coughs and when the coughing had settled down she added, “Not yet. What makes you think that?” The surprise in her voice was clear. 

Jake and she had just gotten married. In fact, they had just returned from their honeymoon, spending now the last of his military leave with his family before they would fly back to where he was stationed. They wanted kids, that was no question and no secret either. But they hadn’t made any plans yet.

Ellie shrugged her shoulders, the disappointed look on her face unconcealed, “Well mum said it’s time for all of them. But going through every recipe at once seems rushed.”

“Ellie!” Jake’s mother scolded, looking rather bashful. “I am simply excited to pass along the recipes to another daughter. She is my only daughter-in-law.”

“Who says that? What if I decide to marry a woman later on?” Ellie’s quip made her mother roll her eyes.

“Fine. She is my only daughter-in-law for now.” With that, Ellie grinned triumphantly and nodded. Satisfied she turned back towards the many ingredients.

“So where do we start?” Y/N asked, eyeing all the things on the table.

In unison both Seresin women answered, “Pie,” to which Mama Seresin added: “Pumpkin pie. I just harvested these from the garden.”

Thus they started making the dough and the filling. Jake’s mother taught her all the little tricks and tips that made the recipe so special. That made the recipe a Seresin recipe. 

The first pumpkin pie was already in the oven, slowly baking and browning. The sweet fragrance of the baked good slowly spread throughout the kitchen when they heard the front door open just before the shuffling of someone removing their shoes. Just after Jake came waltzing into the kitchen barefoot. He grinned like a Cheshire cat at the look of the three women standing there together.

“Heya cowboy,” She greeted her husband - still getting used to the term - and smiled brightly up at him from the bowl she was mixing another batch of filling. Jake eyed her up and down before walking over.

He was just about to dip his pinky into the bowl when he was whacked with a wooden spoon by his mother. “Jacob Seresin you wash your filthy paws before you touch anything in my kitchen or so god will!”

Holding up his hands in defense and snickering quietly Jake obliqued. He trudged over to the sink to wash his hands with plenty of soap to get the dirt left from the work outside off of his fingers. Once he was down he came back over to her, to wrap his arms around his wife. Y/N shuddered as her shirt got soaked. Of course, he didn’t dry his hands, the cheeky little ass he was. With a groan, she elbowed him.

“Jake!” Her scolding didn’t impress him the slightest, he only chuckled into her ear and leaned his head on her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” He asked softly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and squeezing her waist.

“Baking,” she answered with pursed lips causing him to rumble behind her - he could obviously see and smell that. His innocent kiss to her neck quickly turned less innocent as his teeth grazed over the sensitive skin. Goosebumps spread over her body, she nearly dropped the spoon she was holding from the sensation too. When he went so far as to even lightly bite her there, she shuddered against him, once more jabbing him with her elbow. He didn’t care. Of course, he didn’t.

“I can see that, sweets. But what are you baking?”

“Pumpkin pie.” 

Jake behind her hummed, “Delicious,” he whispered. The way he said it she wasn’t sure if he meant the pie or her.

Ellie groaned and shot a murderous glare towards her brother, “Shut up or I’ll dunk the bowl of pumpkin seeds on your head, Jake.”

Jake laughed once more, “You wouldn’t dare sully mum’s kitchen like that.” Ellie rolled her eyes and grumbled. He was right. Their mother would have a heart attack having pumpkin innards and seeds strewn through her kitchen.

Once Ellie had turned back to focus on her own task, Jake turned his attention back to his wife. He pressed himself against her back and rolled his hips against her behind. Lowly he murmured into her ear, “Want to sully somethin’ else later? I got some better seeds.”

His words made her feel like she was on fire. Heat crept up her neck and encompassed her cheeks and ears. Gasping, she faltered in her movement, nearly dropping the spoon in her hand into the bowl.

“Jake,” she whined quietly, huffing about his unfairness. How could he say this right now, in front of his family, and expect her to stay calm?

“Wouldn’t you like it if we had our own little pumpkin by next year?” His hands crept around her middle, one sliding under her shirt to rub against her belly. “I’d certainly enjoy seeing you as round as one.”

[desert-fern]

A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 23: Lights Down Low

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*GIF is not mine… regretfully because look at this man!

A/N: Chapter title from MAX’s song Lights Down Low

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: Smutty smut, unprotected piv, oral (fem receiving), riding, teasing (it's Jake... he's a tease and a talker), brief moment of scar insecurity, very little plot but meh, lmk if I missed anything!

THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT WRITING SMUT SO PLEASE BE NICE! ALSO THIS IS ANOTHER MINORS FUCK OFF CHAPTER!

Word Count: 5.4k

Masterlist >> Part 22 >> Part 24

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Tears pricked at her eyes and Bear grabbed his arm. “Come in. Please.” A reunion that she had been both looking forward to and dreading at the same time was happening now. She was still emotionally fraught from her conversation with Bug and the feelings that had sprouted while talking and training with her team. So this… this would be hard. 

Jake swallowed thickly, nodding quickly as he let her lead him into the house. Seeing her face, the very same one that had soothed and haunted his dreams over the long months, was like a punch to the stomach. “Teddy I…” 

“Jake…” 

“Sorry.” They both said in unison, small chuckles erupting as they stood awkwardly in the entryway of her home. 

“I missed you,” Bear whispered. “I wanted to call you so many times, but I couldn’t.” Her heart broke at the sadness that overtook his face as her words made their impact. “They wouldn’t let me.” 

“I missed you too.” His voice was quiet, watching her face flicker between so many indistinguishable emotions that it would take him hours to figure out a single one. “I thought about you everyday.” 

A bittersweet smile overtook the current look of regret that was tattooed on her face as Bear looked up at his face. In all the time she had spent with him, every second spent curled up in his arms, every kiss shared, Jake had never once looked at her the way he did now. She didn’t know what was going on in his head, but whatever it was had him scanning every inch of her face as he searched for something. “I wanted to see you,” Bear said lamely, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth. 

Why was she nervous? That’s what Jake wanted to know. Every part of his brain and heart were screaming at him to move. To take her in his arms and never let her go. To make her his, in whatever way he could. But despite all that, his feet wouldn’t move. He was stuck still with a misplaced sense of fear, because what if after those five months she had realized that it had just been a trauma bond? What if she realized that Rooster was right? 

“Jake?” Her voice was distant, coming closer as Bear stepped up to him, her hand coming up to cradle his jaw. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into her touch, savoring the warmth of her skin on his own. “Jake, honey. Look at me.” 

And when he did, everything seemed to fall into place. Green eyes met brown, like they had so many times since meeting, but now, now the air around seemed different. “There you are,” Bear said softly, thumb brushing a stray tear that had fallen down his cheek without his noticing. “My Flyboy.” 

“Teddy…” 

Jake reached out, placing a hand on her ribs and reeling her close, chuckling as she had to steady herself against his chest. Bear had longed to be in his arms the moment she had left them, desired this feeling late at night when she couldn’t sleep. His warmth washed over her, easing the chill deep in her soul. Jake was here. 

She stepped closer, her eyes closing as she pressed her forehead against his, the pair of them breathing shakily as their bodies tried to force them closer. Her hand on his jaw had slid around to the nape of his neck, fingers burying themselves in the short hairs. A quick glance up and Bear found herself caught in the forest that was the ever-darkening green of Jake’s eyes. The heat from his body made her head spin and Bear knew that finally, finally she could be his. He wanted her and he had made that clear since the start, so she closed the distance, slotting their mouths together. 

Jake’s arms moved first, curling around her upper back and pulling her to his chest. He felt Bear do the same, her arm pressing them ever closer as their lips met again and again. She shifted in his arms, this time hugging him. Bear had buried her face in his neck, breathing him in. The sandalwood cologne of his that she loved filled her nose as she pressed her face into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. 

She was safe. Jake was here and nothing else mattered. 

Bear pulled back just enough to look at Jake’s face, smiling at the love she found there, before diving in to kiss him again. She took full advantage of the small hitch in his breath, nipping at his lower lip once, twice before soothing it with a swipe of her tongue. 

His mouth opened to her and his tongue met hers, quickly fighting for control of the kiss. Jake moved his hand to her jaw, tilting her head just enough for him to bite back at her lips, grinning into the kiss when Bear gasped. 

She pulled back, watching Jake’s face draw into a sharp smirk as he took her in. The flushed cheeks, spit-slick lips, and chests heaving for breath only increased the desire that echoed through their bodies. Jake stepped forward and toed off his shoes as he followed her through her house. 

They came close enough for Bear to steal another peck before she backed off again. 

Bear’s heart was pounding. After months, months of waiting, finally they were here now. So she continued stepping back, letting Jake follow after her. His darkened eyes tracked her up the stairs and down the hallway. The stare igniting a fire in her veins and the ache between her legs seemed to thrum louder at the look on his face. 

She had gone to slip through the door, to meet him on the bed, but Jake’s arm snapped out, grabbing her wrist and pressing her against the wall. It made him grin as he caught the brief wide-eyed look on her face before she grabbed his face, pulling him into another searing kiss. 

When Jake broke the kiss moments later, he grinned at the half-whine that had escaped the woman pressed against him. He ducked his head to mouth at her jaw, biting and sucking in a trail from her pulse point to under her ear. Bear bit back a groan when his teeth nipped at her skin, trying her best to keep quiet. Jake pulled off, turning her face to look at him. “If you stifle another sound, we’re done here darlin’,” he hissed, catching the look of indignation that flared in her eyes at his words. 

“No we aren’t,” Bear growled, both hands coming up to shove him back against the opposite wall. She stalked forwards and drew his head down into a bruising kiss that stole his breath. She fought him for dominance over the kiss, winning for just a moment before Jake grabbed at her hips, making her stutter in her movements. 

“Why. Are. You. Still. Talkin’?” Jake breathed between kisses. His head was spinning from how close Bear was, from the feeling of her hands that had slid under his shirt, from her finger tracing his abs, and from the way she kissed him like she would lose him. He’d been hard since she’d first bit at his lips. Since she led them closer to her room. Hell, Jake wanted nothing more than to fuck her here in the hallway, hear her cries as the pictures rattled with the force of each thrust, but he refrained for now. There would be time for that later. Right now though, Jake could ignore the ever-growing problem in his jeans, if only to fulfill a promise he had made what felt like forever ago. 

Just to be contrary, Bear pulled away, swiping her hand through the string of saliva connecting their lips. “Because I can.” The look in her eye was practically daring him to do something about it, and dare he did. 

Jake spun them around, pressing her back against the wall where he had stood not moments before. The picture nearest her rattled against the wall and Bear reached out to steady it. Jake scoffed and dropped to his knees before her. “I must not be doin’ enough if you can still focus on a fuckin’ picture.” The purr in his tone had Bear’s knees buckling, making Jake’s face split into a grin when his hand over her lower stomach was the only thing keeping her upright. “Besides, I promised to make you beg, darlin’.”

Fuck. The fucking ego on this man. Bear’s thoughts were a mess, but they were gone in a heartbeat. In that short period of time, Jake had ripped her shorts down her legs and buried his face in her pussy. She writhed at the feeling, head falling back to thud against the wall as a moan ripped from her chest. 

The hand holding her up grabbed at her thigh, tossing a leg over his shoulder to give him better access as Jake flattened his tongue and licked a wide stripe through her folds, from her weeping slit up to her clit. Sucking her clit into his mouth, Jake let himself bite down on the sensitive nub, grinning as Bear shrieked his name. She wound her hand in his hair and pulled him in closer to her heat, keeping him there. “Fuck. Jake. Right there!” 

His responding groan against her clit had her eyes rolling back in her head, another whine leaving her chest in a strangled sound. Jake popped off her clit, choosing to focus on her weeping cunt, fucking his tongue into her. Her taste exploded on his tongue, the tanginess enough to have him groaning into her. 

Bear’s hips bucked up into his movements, aborted little motions that tried and failed to deepen her pleasure. Jake’s hand had left her knee, pushing her back to the wall, stilling her. “Jake! Come on! I’m so close!” She ground her hips down against his mouth, riding his tongue as much as she could. “Jake! Fuck!” 

A finger crept up to prod at her entrance, slipping into her wet heat. Jake nudged at her walls, crooking his finger to just graze the spot that had Bear try and and fail to stifle a yell. His words replayed in her mind and she’d be damned if she made him stop now. 

“Guess I’m staying away from there,” Jake hummed, as he watched Bear’s face and saw her struggle to find a response. “I need to hear you beg first, Teddy.”

Her mouth fell open, staring at him in open frustration. Bear snarled, tugging his hair and pulling his face to look up at her, her already labored breath hitching as she took in Jake on his knees. His blonde hair was a mess from her hands gripping and pulling at it, and his eyes. Those green eyes held nothing but a smugness and pride that she hadn’t seen since the night they first met. Bear was well and truly fucked. He’d been attractive in his khakis, in his flight suit, in the sweatpants he’d lived in after his crash, but now? Now, the look on his face was sinful, made even worse by her wetness on his lips and chin. 

It gave her a sense of pride. So between heaved breaths, Bear managed to growl “Don’t you dare hold off on me, Flyboy. You run your mouth all the time, put it to good use and make me cum.” She shoved his head down to where she needed it most, but his hand clenched around her wrist, stopping her movements. 

“You aren’t in charge here, darlin’.” His voice was gravely, thick with desire and full of an ego that had clearly been well earned. “I am. So I’ll move at my own pace, once you say please for me.” 

Whatever Bear was about to say got abruptly cut off by Jake ducking back down and lapping at her cunt that was practically dripping under his ministrations. Bear was a revelation under his tongue, squirming and crying out so loudly that he was glad that they hadn’t tried something sooner. She would have had to muffle her sounds and that was as good as treasonous in his eyes, especially given how responsive she seemed to be. 

So he redoubled his efforts, fucking his tongue into her as two of his thick fingers crept up on that one spot hidden in her smooth, wet walls that clenched around him. He grazed that spot inside as he lapped at her cunt, nose bumping her clit every time Bear ground down against him. Jake could feel Bear clenching around his fingers, her legs shaking from how close she was for the second time now. 

Bear was so close to shattering on his tongue, her orgasm having brought her higher and higher until the only place left to go was down. “Please Jake!” Desperation seeped into her tone, begging him to bring her back down. Pleading with him to draw her orgasm out of her. “Please!” 

He growled something that sounded vaguely like “Good girl” before continuing until he felt her shatter around his fingers, her velvety walls squeezing almost too tightly around his fingers. Her mouth was open above him in a silent scream of pleasure as her vision whited out and her ears rang from the force of the orgasm he’d drawn from her. 

Jake drank up every bit of her cum that he could get under his tongue, getting his fill of her. Distantly, he heard her whine and her hands batted at his head, trying to push him off. One last lick and Jake stood, keeping his hand on her hip, pressing her back against the wall as her legs shook. He’d be lying if he wasn’t proud of making her shatter with just his mouth, but he could gloat about that later. 

Bear met his lips in a messy kiss, grinning as she tasted herself on his lips, feeling the remains of her orgasm on his face. “Tease,” she breathed against his mouth. “You and your fucking mouth.” 

“I got you to say please, didn’t I?” Jake was unbelievably smug, he had Bear beg for him, plead with him to let her cum. The same woman who’d bragged months ago about not having to say please. How the tides had turned. 

“Fuck you.” But there was no trace of malice in her tone, Bear hardly had enough brain function left to stand, let alone fire back a clever line. God, she couldn’t remember the last time a man had wrung an orgasm that strong from her. Luckily for her, she had a man standing before her, her cum on his lips, who seemed hell-bent on making it happen as many times as she wanted. 

That smug smile was back on his face and Jake couldn’t help but sling her arm over his neck and lift Bear into his arms. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” 

Bear stole another kiss from him, savoring the moment that was ruined by Jake dropping her on her bed, laughing as she bounced. “Get on with it then, Flyboy. Fuck me.” Her words were daring and her brown eyes darkened impossibly so when Jake pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. He crawled over her, kissing her deeply before his lips trailed over her jaw and began placing open-mouthed kisses against her neck. 

Her hands roamed his bare torso. She’d seen it before, felt the ridges and definition of his muscles under her touch, but now it was all new. Like she had never had the chance to touch him. Bear gasped as Jake’s teeth worried a new mark at the base of her neck, her nails digging into his shoulders at the suddenness of the action. Jake hissed against her skin but continued his path down until his lips came in contact with her shirt. 

He sat back on his knees and Bear sat up to follow him, pulling her top off as she did. Their lips met over and over, Bear moaning into them as Jake’s steady fingers trailed along her skin to tease at her nipples. He slowed just a moment to trail his gaze over every expanse of exposed skin, batting at Bear’s hands when she made to cover herself. “Don’t,” Jake said softly. “You have no reason to be shy.” 

“My scars…” Bear whispered. She’d turned away from him, choosing to stare at the wall over his shoulder. “I hate them.” 

Instead of answering her, Jake leaned forwards, laying Bear down yet again but this time, letting himself explore the newly bared skin. After a beat, he pulled away, trying to get a read on her. “I don’t hate them. They’re a part of you, but they do not define you, ya hear?” Bear can practically hear the gears turning his head at her silence. “Teddy, we can stop now. I can get you a shirt and your shorts and we can just cuddle. Okay?” 

Bear’s brown eyes snapped to his, a sudden ferocity in them. “I don’t want to stop. Do you?” 

“No.” 

Bear reached up and kissed him hard, taking advantage of his inhale to slip her tongue into his mouth, stealing control of the kiss before Jake had even had the chance to fight her for it. It took everything in his power to pull away, to return his attention back to her tits. 

Jake let his tongue trailed over her chest, leaving as many marks as he could, his hands roaming the skin where his lips weren’t. He only pulled away to admire his handiwork before returning to the task with a renewed vigor each and every time. And the sounds that slipped from the woman under him. God, he thought her laugh was intoxicating, but now each and every little gasp, the hitches in her breath, and the whines that seemed to echo through the room had been imprinted in his mind. 

Thank God she had said she loved him. This would be pure torture if it was just a one night event. 

Jake pulled back just briefly to watch Bear squirm as his breath fanned over her peaked nipple before sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. His fingers pinched at the other before Jake pulled off with a pop to give the other the same attention. 

Bear was writhing under his touch. It was simultaneously too much and not enough and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. Jake was everywhere, his touch magnified by the height of her desire for him and Bear swore that she had never been this wet in her life. Her first orgasm was long forgotten as she cried out when Jake nipped at her breast, and Bear couldn’t take it anymore. “Jake! Please!” She begged, a hand grabbing at his jeans. 

“Mmm.” Jake hummed, her nipple still in his mouth and Bear’s other hand tightened in the bed sheets before going to push him off. “Use your words, Teddy.” 

“Fuck me!” She gasped out and Jake grinned before leaning up to claim her lips in a kiss that nearly stole whatever remaining brain power she had. “Jake, just fuck me!” 

Who was he to deny such a sweet plea? Keeping his lips to hers, Jake made quick work of his jeans, pushing them down his hips until he physically had to pull back. Bear chuckled as he hopped off her bed, but the giggles quickly faded as his pants hit the ground and his cock sprung free. “You good darlin’?” 

Jake visibly preened under her appreciative glance. Her eyes were fixated on his hips, tracing the narrow vee, and kept dipping down to stare at his cock. It curved slightly to the right, the tip a pretty pink and visibly weeping pre-cum under her intense stare. He was thick, thicker than she had expected, thicker than she had taken in a while but goddamnit she would do so happily. 

“I’m great.” The sight in front of her was beyond anything she’d expected. She knew he was big, how could she not? They’d changed in front of each other often enough that she’d seen the bulge in his underwear, but without that thin barrier, well she had an idea why his callsign was what it was. “I just-”

“Speechless already? Damn, I must be better than I thought.” Jake couldn’t help the smirk that had slid across his face at Bear’s pause.

“Get your ass over here, Hangman,” Bear replied, leaning back on her elbows and splayed her legs wide, giving him a clear view of her dripping pussy. “I thought I said fuck me.” 

Jake growled and leapt on her, pinning her under his weight. Bear gasped when his cock nudged her clit, the motion brief but quickly reigniting the sheer want that had dwindled just a little. “Making demands again… tsk tsk Teddy.” 

But Bear had had enough of his teasing. The ache in her cunt was all-consuming and she wrapped her legs around him and with a twist of her core, she flipped their positions so she was seated atop his hips. “I will make all the demands I want, Hangman. I’ve waited too damn long for you to fuck me and I’m sick of begging.” 

Jake lay there stunned by the sudden dominance in her tone. Whatever blood was still in his head rushed downwards leaving him dizzy. “I-Teddy!” His sentence turned into a bitten off groan as she palmed his length, giving him a few teasing strokes. Any thoughts he had were gone, dissolved in the pleasure of Bear’s hand moving up and down his cock. “F- fuck Teddy.” 

“Yeah? You just needed me to touch you, isn’t that right Flyboy?” Bear’s tone was teasing, fully aware of the effects it was having on the man under her. She slowed her pace on his cock, reveling in the groan that pulled itself from deep within Jake’s chest. 

“I- fuck- yeah,” Jake managed to say, nearly biting his tongue when Bear lightly grazed her nail up the vein that ran along the shaft. How he would ever go back to taking himself in hand, Jake had no idea. Not after he had the pleasure of feeling Bear’s hand on the most sensitive part of him. His hands grabbed onto her hips, squeezing hard enough that they both knew he would leave bruises the next day. 

Bear’s grip stuttered just a little as Jake slid her slowly forwards and back, allowing her to grind against his lower stomach and abs. The friction was just what she needed, the pressure on her clit causing her eyes to flutter closed as a moan spilled from her lips. “Fuck.” She clenched around nothing, whining as she did. God she needed to be full. Desperately. 

She gave him another stroke, catching his gaze before kissing his nose to bring his attention back to her. “I’m clean, Flyboy. Are you?” 

He nodded, biting back a grunt. “Ye-p… yes. Just - fuck - stop teasing!” 

Bear could feel the pinpricks of his nails against her hips as she slid her hips back, rising up on her knees above him. It made her grin to see the flush of his skin under her, to watch how it spread down his neck and settled around his chest. He was falling apart below her and she’d barely done a thing, so she took it a step further. She positioned him against her opening and slowly guided him into her. 

Jake’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as Bear lowered herself down, feeling the muscles hidden in the smooth walls grip his cock far better than her hand had. “Fuuuuuuck…” he groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow, looking up to see that Bear had thrown her head back, exposing her throat covered in his marks. “Goddamn Teddy… squeezin’ me so good.” 

A small strangled sound left Bear’s throat as Jake bottomed out in her, clenching around him as her body tried to get used to his girth. “Hnn- fuck.” 

The room filled with sharp breaths as the pair of them tried to get used to the new sensation, both trying to steady themselves before anyone even thought of moving. Bear’s hands planted themselves on his chest and the movement had her rocking forward slightly and a groan ripped out of Jake. “Fuck - move!” 

Bear tried for a smirk but found herself failing as Jake’s grip on her hips tightened impossibly so, drawing her up his cock before teasing them both. She grabbed a hand with hers, pushing it above his head, interlacing their fingers, and set her pace, rising up as slowly as she could before lowering herself down hard. 

Her mouth was open in sheer bliss, too full to say a word. His cock hit all the right spots in her cunt, pulling moans and whines from her effortlessly, clenching around him as she rode him slowly. Her pelvis met his over and over, each descent on his cock had her coating him with the wetness that leaked out from around him.

Jake was writhing under her, begging her to move faster because he knew he couldn’t last much longer. She was just so tight and so wet around him and Jake had never been harder in this moment. He was desperate to feel her shatter around him, craving the way she would squeeze him as she came. So he planted his feet against the bed, snapping his hips up as she came back down, forcing himself deeper into her. The sound of their hips meeting echoed through the room, the sound a clear indication of what was happening behind the closed doors. 

Bear tossed her head back, her loose hair hanging down her back and sticking to her sweaty temples. Jake surged up, jostling him inside her, his mouth finding one of the developing bruises he’d made earlier. His hand, no longer being held by Bear, snuck down to find her clit. He reveled in the keening noise that slipped free as his thumb grazed the sensitive nub ever so slightly. He applied more pressure as she bucked forward, her pussy fluttering around him. “Jake! Fu- please!”

She was rocketing along the pleasure wrung from her by Jake’s thumb and cock, scarcely able to tell where she started and he ended. The snap of his hips drove him deeper, harder, his thumb sending sparks down her spine. The fire in her stomach burned brighter and hotter, and one final thrust sent her over the edge. Bear dug her nails into his chest, a sound almost like a wail filling the air around them as she shattered around him. Her pussy squeezed him like a vice as he coaxed her through the end of her climax. 

Jake rolled them, laying Bear against the pillows, allowing himself to chase his own release. His thrusts were frantic, without much pacing, having lost himself in the feeling of her coming around him. Jake came with a shuddering groan, warmth filling her as Bear tried to catch her breath, whining at the sensitivity. 

He caught himself before he could fall on top of her, remaining sheathed in her for a moment longer. “Wow,” Jake breathed into the skin of her shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to it. 

Bear chuckled, turning to face him. A soft smile danced across her face as she caught his lips in a sweet kiss. “Imagine this, had you not been a part of my mission, we wouldn’t be here now,” she whispered in the falling silence of her bedroom. 

Jake shook his head. “I don’t believe that for a second.” And he didn’t. Despite having very little brain function at the moment, Jake believed wholeheartedly that he and Bear were meant for one another. “I would explain it, but I think you finally took that last brain cell.” 

She snorted, turning her head to steal a glance at the clock on the nightstand. “Why did I agree to a beach day with the team tomorrow?” Bear groaned, accidentally clenching around Jake, who groaned. “Sorry.” 

“‘t’s all good, Teddy. I promise I usually last longer than that.” Jake was a little embarrassed that here he was, collapsed half on top of her around one round, when he had gone far longer in the past. 

“Hey. You have a lifetime to prove it, don’t you?” Bear replied playfully. Mirth danced in her eyes, Jake’s first glimpse of the woman he’d fallen for way back before they’d nearly lost one another. 

He nodded. “That I do. You ain't ever getting rid of me, Teddy. I promise that.” 

Jake got up, pulling out of Bear before walking to her bathroom and grabbing a cloth. He tossed it at her, laughing when it hit her stomach with a smacking sound, but he laughed harder after she whipped it back in his direction, hitting his chest and falling to the floor. “I deserved that.” 

“You did.” Bear couldn’t take her eyes off of Jake. He’d so easily said that he didn’t intend to leave, the sincerity sending shivers down her spine. She had fallen fast, forcing her to love him hard. So fierce was the love she had for him that it took a split second to decide if she should risk herself for him. The things that Bear would do to protect him, to keep Jake close to her, were too numerous to describe, but the main thing that she’d do: Bear would love him. She would show him everyday that she cherished him and grow their love together. 

“Teddy? Where’d you go?” Jake watched Bear turn over to face him, a soft smile on her face. He could feel the love she held for him, could see it in her eyes and how they sparkled when she looked at him, and it made his heart swoop. 

Bear shrugged. “Nowhere. Just got caught up in how much I love you.” She’d fixed Jake with a soft look, watching him as he leaned against her bathroom door. “And how it took just one night for you to get stuck in my head.”

He grinned widely. “Yeah? You’re telling me that the night my life changed, you somehow walked away thinking about me?” Jake stepped closer to her, watching as Bear rolled her eyes at him, trying and failing to hide her grin. “Not the ‘Bear’. No. She’s too serious.” He was teasing her, grinning as Bear blushed a bright pink. 

“Shut up,” Bear laughed, swatting at his stomach. He caught her hand, thumb running over her knuckles, taking in the sight of a naked Bear laying atop her covers, blushing and smiling. And not just smiling, but smiling at him. Just like Jake had wanted ever since he witnessed her combat skills in training months ago. “And stop lurking, I’ve been a little deprived of your cuddles, so get your disgustingly perfect ass over here.” 

Jake shook his head at her before walking around the other side of her bed to grab his underwear, stepping into them before he heard Bear clear her throat. “Are you really putting underwear on after I just complimented your ass?” 

“No?” 

A triumphant grin split wide on Bear’s face and she hopped up onto her knees, shuffling across the bed to where Jake stood. “Good, because you know I love you for more than just your ass-ets, right?” 

Jake nodded, smiling softly down at her. “Say it again.” 

“What? I love you?” 

“Yeah. Don’t ever stop saying that.” Jake pulled the covers back, crawling under them and beckoning Bear close. She happily obliged, curling up as close as she could to him, drifting off to sleep soon after. 

Bear didn’t hear the quiet “I love you, to the bitter end and back again,” mumbled into her hair. A soft reference to her letter from the ship all those months ago, words that Jake had all but tattooed into his brain. She wasn’t awake to hear it, but as he fell asleep, Jake vowed to make sure that she never forgot it. 

Even if he said ‘I love you’ first, they both knew that they had silently said it a thousand times before then. 

And that, that was the perfect thought to have before Jake slipped into sleep, the girl of his dreams held tight in his arms.

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A/N: So. I hope this made up for the cliffhanger last week and didn't suck donkey ass. Big big thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 for punching me verbally every time I tried to say this was bad, as well as a general thank you to @sarahsmi13s, and @dakotakazansky for all the support!

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[tilebytiles]

Star Treatment (Alex Turner x Reader) - Part 2

summary: there's a strange man named alex that has a strange obsession with you, and he makes the strangest offer of your life.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: none

part 1

You had fallen asleep a while ago. The stars, although breathtakingly beautiful this far out in space, had eventually gotten tiring to look at, and your brain itched for something else. You were still too tense to talk to anyone else on the spacecraft, and Alex was nowhere to be found, although you doubted you'd talk to him anyway. With no methods of entertainment beyond staring out the window, you fell asleep rather quickly, your imagination conjuring up strange dreams about the hotel you were heading to.

The only thing that woke you up was the sound of rustling clothes in front of you. Drowsily, you forced your eyes open and your body to come up onto your feet. You were a little wobbly from trying to do so much so quick, but you regained your balance rather quickly and began to follow the journalists down the narrow aisle between the rows of seats. If there was anything science fiction films had taught you, you should have been floating through that rocket instead of walking. Your feet, however, remained firmly planted on the carpet, a fact that was rather disappointing. Floating would have been cooler.

The interior of the seating area was done in soft, warm colours, offering an inviting atmosphere. The seats were a navy blue with an off-white stripe down the center, and the walls were a shade of pink, something close to salmon, you thought. The floor was done in the same colour, but down the aisle was a red carpet. There weren't many seats, so the rocket could only house a group about the size of this one at any time. You didn't mind; the less people you had to awkwardly avoid, the better.

You realised the giant window at the end of the aisle that you'd thought was for stargazing was actually a port. As soon as you stepped into the giant see-through tube, you heard the door slide shut behind you, sealing you off from the rocket. You couldn't help but marvel at the empty chasm of space that surrounded you, as well as the moon that rested beneath you. From here, you could make out the complex building you were realising was meant to be the hotel. It looked futuristic and retro at the same time, an effect that wasn't hard to achieve; the architecture looked like the kind that was popular in the 70s, providing a sort of nostalgic feel, but it was sitting on the surface of the moon. This definitely wouldn't have been possible in the 70s (you could hardly believe it was possible now).

One of the journalists spoke up, shattering the awestruck silence. "He's a bit mad for doin' all this."

The journalist beside him shrugged. "It's kinda cool, though, don't you think?"

"Well, sure, but imagine having these kinds of funds ... and you waste it on a lunar hotel?"

You hardly knew Alex, but it made you feel a little uneasy to hear someone speaking ill of him. You wanted to speak up, but a third journalist beat you to it. "If anything, he's proving we can even do this kind of shit on the moon. It's better than some of the stunts billionaires have been pulling."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miles," the first journalist grumbled. "Stop kissing his ass."

The journalist named Miles rolled his eyes, then glanced over at you. You hadn't even realised he was walking beside you. He grinned at you and held out a hand for you to shake. "Miles Kane," he said.

You slowly shook his hand. "Y/N L/N."

"You don't exactly seem like the reporter type. What're you doin' up here with this pretentious lot?"

You liked him already.

"Alex invited me," you told him. "I haven't really figured out why yet."

He nodded, seeming to ponder over the information you'd just given him despite it only being two sentences. "I'm sure we'll get along perfectly," he finally said, smiling at you again. "If any of these pricks cause you trouble, just lemme know."

"Thank you." You smiled back at him.

When you made it to the other end of the tube, the door in front of you slid open, allowing your party of prose into the hotel. Your eyes widened once you stepped through the door. The room you were in, which you guessed to be the main lobby, was absolutely gigantic- or at least, it felt that big. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the whole space with sconces mounted on the walls to light up the spots the chandelier couldn't reach. The walls were a warm, perhaps almost burnt, shade of orange, and the floor was made of lush carpet, the pattern almost hypnotising. Squiggles of colour stretched from wall to wall above a black background. The wall to your right, close to the door, held floor-to-ceiling windows, showcasing the moon and the stars in all their glory. To your left was the reception desk, the lift to its left and the stairs to its right. Chairs and tables were scattered amongst the space, providing plenty of spots to sit and rest. Mounted on the wall behind the reception desk was a flat-screen TV. You were impressed it could pick anything up out here.

Your group wandered over to the reception desk, and to your surprise, someone popped out of the door that had an 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' plaque, grinning at you all. "Pleasure to meet you!" he said. "Mr. Turner told me you'd be arriving."

Alex's last name was Turner?

"Hold on," the first journalist from before said, "you mean you've just ... been here?"

The receptionist nodded, still smiling. "We've had more than enough resources to last us, don't worry. And they're replenishable! But we can get into that later."

"There's more than one of you?"

"All the staff were busy prepping for your arrival. We hope you enjoy your stay. Let me be the first to officially welcome you to the Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino. My name's Mark, and I'll be your guide for the tour today."

You admired Mark's genuine enthusiasm. Then again, you didn't think it'd be very hard to be enthusiastic about a job like this.

He came out from behind the desk and motioned for your group to follow as he headed for the open doorway across from the door you'd just come through. It opened out into a long hall, branching off into different rooms. "This is where the café is," he said, pointing to one of the sets of doors you passed by. "That's where you'll be eating all your meals, although your options will differ depending on the time of day. That," he said, pointing to another set of doors, "is the gym. There's all kinds of equipment in there, and it's completely free for all guests, so don't be afraid to stop by."

He continued leading you down the hall, pointing at different doors and explaining them. Connected to the café was a greenhouse that provided different types of produce, and it was available to guests ("take a tour or let the little ones learn how to garden!" he had said). There was a library, a laundry room, and even something like a patio at the very end of the hall, allowing you to get as close to the moon itself as you safely could.

When you came back up the hall and squeezed into the lift, Mark explained how the actual hotel rooms would be the last part of the tour; that way, you could all rest as soon as you got to your rooms. Your first stop was the very top of the hotel, where you could see the large hexagonal neon sign spinning slowly on top of its pole. They had built a pool into the roof, complete with a ladder to make getting in and out easy, a diving board, various chairs set up, umbrellas that you weren't even sure were necessary and bathrooms and changing rooms, the latter of which were fully stocked with robes, bathing suits and pool toys.

Heading down a floor revealed the hotel's partial namesake: the casino. The lights were significantly dimmer here than they were in the rest of the hotel, but they weren't so dim that you couldn't see at all. Machines had been pushed up against every wall and were lined up perfectly around the room. It was almost overstimulating, and you were grateful you left when you did, although the aftereffects of all the lights remained in your vision as colourful blobs for some time.

Your whole group was staying on the same floor. You didn't know if you were glad about it or dreading it. At least Miles would be nearby, you thought. He'd been making the occasional quiet joke to you throughout the whole tour, and you did your best to stifle your laughter to avoid dirty looks from the others.

"I'll talk to you later," he said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You hadn't even realised you'd made it to your rooms. His was across the hall from yours. You nodded and flashed him one last smile before unlocking your door with the key Mark had given you and stepping inside.

The room was lavishly decorated. You almost felt guilty for staying there for free. A four-poster bed stood tall, the frame painted a creamy white and the mattress covered in a white sheet. A thin fabric, something like lace, hung from each corner like curtains. The blanket looked soft, inviting, and after many, many hours of being stuck in a rocket and sleeping in a (albeit comfortable) chair, slipping under the covers and taking a proper nap sounded heavenly. You forced yourself to hold off on that nap, though, and continued your exploration of the room.

The overhead light was built into the ceiling, and upon discovering a small remote on top of the chest of drawers across from the bed, you realised the brightness could be changed. There was a floor-to-ceiling window built into the wall across from the door, offering yet another stunning view. The closet that was built into the wall rested to the left of the bed, and to the right was a small nightstand. In the closet, you found all sorts of clothes. At least there was comfort in the fact that no matter what happened, you'd be well-dressed for the occasion. Not far from the nightstand was a door, and when you opened it, you discovered the bathroom.

Ah, yes. It was about time you took a shower.

The water was perfectly warm, and the shampoo smelled lovely. Although it had only been a few days, you still felt gross for having gone so long without a shower; you guessed it was only because you were used to showering every day. When you finished getting cleaned up, you slipped into the cosiest pair of pyjamas you'd ever gotten your hands on and made sure to turn the light off before slipping into the unnecessarily fancy bed.

You wondered what Alex was up to. You hoped you'd see him tomorrow, mostly so you could thank him for inviting you in the first place. Although the concept of a hotel in space still felt a bit mad to you, you were beginning to realise it really wasn't as bad as you'd expected it to be. Maybe you were even a bit proud of him.

•••••

The next morning- at least, you guessed it was morning- you made your first trip to the café Mark had shown you. You had to admit, you were starving. Although you'd been given snacks on the rocket, they were exactly that- snacks. They hadn't been near enough to keep you full, and now your stomach felt like it was going to gnaw its way through your entire body if you didn't get something to eat soon.

A few of the journalists were already in there, including Miles. You headed towards the counter, where the employee behind the till smiled at you. "What can I get for you today?"

"Uh ..." You stared at the imposing menu on the wall, assessing your options. "Can I have the egg croissant, please?"

"Would you like a drink with that?"

"Water's fine, thanks." The employee nodded, punching your order in, and when the small number popped up on the digital screen sticking up from the till, your eyes widened. It was cheaper than you'd been expecting. You quickly fished your wallet out of your pocket.

Once the transaction was complete, you headed for Miles' table and sat across from him. He was scribbling something in his notepad, but when he heard the creak of your chair, his head snapped up. When he realised it was you, he grinned. "Hey, Y/N."

"Hey," you replied. "What are you doing?"

"Writin' down some notes for that article I gotta write. We've been here for less than a day, and I already have enough info to crank out a goddamn essay."

That made you laugh, earning a sideways glance from one of the journalists. It was the one that had been questioning Alex's motives before. You heard Miles scoff, prompting you to look back at him with a raised brow. “Trouble in paradise?”

He snorted. “Hardly paradise with that prick around.”

“Who is he?”

“James Schwartz, also known as one of the biggest dickheads on the planet. Old money- his dad runs the paper he writes for, and his dad ran it before that, and so on. Heard he’s in line for the throne.” He shook his head. “He’s willin’ to do anything for a story. Can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a few months, either.”

“What do you mean, he’s willing to do anything?”

He eyed you for a few moments, as if he was debating whether or not he should unveil James’ moral crimes to you. Eventually, he sighed, leaning back in his chair; so much so that the two front legs rose from the floor. “The best of it, so to speak, is that he flooded some poor shop owner’s voicemail until they phoned him back.”

“And the worst?”

His lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze sauntered over to land on James, who’d put a pair of headphones on at some point and remained entirely oblivious to your conversation. Still, to be on the safe side, Miles’ voice lowered, forcing you to lean over to hear him. “He dated a girl, some model from Bristol. A couple of months later, she broke up with him, and then suddenly, her nudes were up on the Internet, free for all perverted fucks to see. He was one of the first to cover the story, and his article painted her in a suspicious light, spoutin’ some shite about how she shouldn’t have let anyone take such compromisin’ pictures of her. She quit modelling not long after. It was never proven to be him, but …” He shrugged and looked back to you.

Your stomach churned at the mere thought of what he’d gotten away with. “Surely someone questioned him?”

“If they did, he probably paid them to keep quiet. Either way-” He dropped his pencil onto his notepad. “-I would stay away from him, if I were you.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” you mumbled.

After your food had arrived and you’d satiated your hunger, Miles suggested heading up to the pool for a quick dip. You agreed, although considering you’d just eaten, you didn’t think you would actually do any swimming. This notion seemed a bit funny to him, and he even asked if you were chicken, but he didn’t press the matter any further.

Much to your delight, there were swimsuits in the dressing room, and you slipped into a black bikini on the off chance you hopped into the water. Wrapping yourself up in a plush white robe that had the hotel’s acronym embroidered into the left breast, you stepped out onto the pool deck. Miles was already in the pool, clad in a pair of black swim trunks and swimming from one end to the other, engaged in an intense race against himself. You plopped down onto one of the pool chairs and stretched your legs out, watching as Miles swam to the edge closest to you with a grin. “The water’s lovely.”

“I’d rather not get cramps,” you said, making him laugh. He playfully splashed water in your direction, spraying small droplets onto your calves and the chair beneath you. The water was cold against your skin.

You heard the entrance to the pool open, making you turn and look over your shoulder. Alex stood in the doorway, and when he saw you, he managed a small smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I could say the same for you.”

“I was looking for Miles.” He glanced around you and spotted the man in question, who offered an enthusiastic wave that was akin to one from a child. “Mark said you’d be here.”

“You should come join me, Mr. Turner,” Miles replied, assuming an exaggerated air of pompousness. “Have you even tested your own pool?”

Alex seemed to genuinely consider that question for a few moments. His hands slid down into his pockets, and his lips pressed together before finally parting to form the words, “No, I haven’t.”

And with that, he found himself in swim trunks exactly like Miles’ less than a few minutes later. It was the first time you’d seen him in anything beyond his perfectly crisp suits, and it also offered you a chance to admire his physique. His abs were lightly defined, as were the muscles lining his arms; the veins in his forearms protruded, as if all they needed was a small push before bursting from his skin; his legs had about as much hair as you could have expected, and there was a light smattering of hair across his chest. Draped over his chest, sinking into the dips of his collarbones, was a thin gold chain, the same one you’d seen him wear a number of times at the café.

Miles whistled, snapping you out of the spell Alex’s body had put you under. “She’s oglin’ ya.”

“Am not!” you protested, glaring at him.

He only rolled his eyes. “There’s nothin’ wrong with admirin’.”

You didn’t say anything, only crossed your arms over your chest. It wasn’t like you needed to respond, though; the heat that spread across your cheeks like wildfire spoke volumes.

If you were being perfectly honest with yourself- which you did reluctantly- Alex had always caught your eye. You mostly attributed it to the mysterious aura that he was always shrouded in, brought into existence by how little he spoke, how much he kept to himself, and the documents he primarily occupied himself with. Even if you now knew what those documents had been for, there were still heaps of things that remained locked away from you. For fuck’s sake, you’d learned his last name from a complete stranger.

In some ways, his mystery was a siren call, coaxing you in for what you thought might be your untimely demise. If there was anything the piles of romance novels in your flat had taught you, it was that strange men- especially rich ones- shouldn’t ever be trusted with matters of the heart.

As Alex lowered himself into the pool, though, you let yourself ogle for a little while longer.

[blazingstar29]

headcanon that ice is one sleepy boi and falls asleep anywhere he can lay flat. slider knows this. mav has just discovered this. queue snuggles

People 100% think Ice is a Navy Seal because he has the 7 minute nap DOWN. Maverick finds this out when he’s talking to ice for a solid ten minutes in their back yard, looks over and the Ice has jusr straight up fallen sleep. It’s normally a blessing but sometimes it’s a curse. As he gets older and has more back problems, lying down on the floor is the best thing for temporary relief. But it does mean he ends up falling asleep. Again, not normally a problem except when he does it in his office when he knows he’s got a long meeting later and won’t be able to move around and a young Captain Simpson walks into Read Admiral Kazansky’s office and promptly thinks the man has just died in his office.

In the weeks where Ice is trying to score promotion to Commander he’s working over time and not sleeping well. It’s been a few years since Maverick learnt that he’s out like a light the second he lies down, but so does Ice meaning it’s hard to make him fall for it. So one night he takes him out to a look out with some take away and they lie in the bed of Maverick’s truck star gazing. Or at least, Maverick star gazes, Ice only realises he’s been conned into sleeping as his eyes fall shut. His back hates him in the morning, but when they wake up to the brisk dawn, it’s the best sleep he’s had in a month.

[a-teacup-of-golden-cracks]

The @lilithtransrights version of the navy seal copypasta dubbed in honor of the fallen puppygirl hornyposting

@sovereign-skyy was the lovely lady who had this idea, go check her out, she is cool :3

[dextraicarus1994]

AU Fanart with Captain Laserhawk Sam Fisher with some Rabbits: Meet Lambert, Vic and Will. There will be some lore of them. Here it is:

Marcus and Sam encounter a trio of Rabbids who have escaped from Dimension X. The creatures, fearful of being captured or exterminated by Eden, are adopted by both men. For a strange reason they never leave Sam's side so he named them in honor of his fallen allies during his career as Navy Seal and Splinter Cell: Vic, Lambert and Will.

The creatures may look harmless to the naked eye, however, they are machines of attack, speed and stealth. Something Sam taught them so they could survive anyone who dared to hurt them.

Being creatures that can sneak quickly, they tend to be Sam and Marcus's eyes and ears for any movement perpetuated by Eden.

The creatures will not hesitate to attack if anyone dares to threaten both men.

I already have the lore of how they find the Rabbids (well, is more in Sam case, he was the one who found them, still thinking in which place they were found, I was thinking about Mega City in a dark corner meanwhile Sam was doing some errands after helping Marcus escape from prison and perhaps to connect with other of my fanarts about Sam and Marcus as well.

For now I have this. Hope you like it. I had fun doing this drawing. Is not everyday that you see this spyboy getting visits from some alien Rabbids. 🤭🤭🤭🤭💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤

[islenthatur]

Eddie knew something was wrong the moment Shannon stepped into the house. His eyes roamed over his son, who was chatting happily about school while removing his backpack, a large grin on his face... so it didn't have to do with Chris... but as his eyes flickered up to Shannon he saw a hesitant wariness in her eyes.

"Hello Mijo, did you have fun picking up mom at the airport?" He asked, sinking down to pull Chris in a hug but noticed the sudden tenseness in his best friend.

"Yeah dad! Miss Carla showed me how to read the arrival board, and I nearly got knocked down, but Evan saved me!" Chris exclaimed happily as he pulled out of his father's arm, not realising the devastation his words just caused.

"What?" The word came out choked as his eyes flew to Shannon once more, begging for an explanation. "...Evan?"

Chris laughed and nodded. "Yeah! He saved me from being knocked over b-by soldiers. I told him my name was Chris when he asked for it so they could apologise! He's really tall, daddy, like you said Papa would be! His name is Evan Christopher too l-like the tags!"

"Shannon..." Eddie choked out as Chris kept talking.

"It was him." Shannon whispered calmly. "Least we know why we could never find him Eddie, he went back to the Navy."

Agony ripped through Eddie, tears pooling and spilling over as the words ripped open the wound that never fully healed in his heart.

Evan was the love of his life, he met the man fresh off deployment two days after the night he and Shannon had a mistaken drunk one night stand... Eddie had fallen hard and fast, so very fast, but with a man like Evan, how could he not? He was a dream, charming, funny, spouted off random facts but deadly as a viper like a true Seal.

"You're it for me, Eddie. I'd give up the Navy for you in a heartbeat."

"You're ny everything Evan Buckley."

"Where..?"

Shannon grimaced and her hand rubbed the ring on her finger with guilt. "Carla says he lives in LA... but wouldn't say more. Eds, he saw my ring and just spooked... I think... I think he truly believes the lies your parents fed him."

[dizzybee03]

Full Moons and Friday Nights

Beau Simpson x Original Character Story

It doesn’t take long for any cop to figure out that full moons and Friday nights are a bad combination. Full moons generally bring the crazy out in people. Now throw a Friday night into the mix, when the bars are open late and no one has to get up early for work and that makes for a busy night. Patrol Officer Ryan Reagan doesn’t mind though- after nearly 20 years on the police force she has learned to love nights like that- bouncing from one call to the next makes her shifts fly by.

She could have made detective years ago and had passed on a promotion to sergeant last year, something that drives her father crazy. He retired as the chief of police and thinks that a cop isn’t a cop unless they climb through the ranks. Not Ryan though- she loves being out on the streets, in the thick of things and getting her hands dirty.

Tonight Ryan doesn’t have to worry about it. She has the night off for a change. It’s her brother Joe’s birthday and she is meeting his friend Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson to raise a glass in his honor. It’s the same thing they have done for the past 8 years- met up at The Brass Bullet to reminisce and tell their favorite Joe stories over a drink.

As usual Ryan was running late as she pulled into the packed parking lot and found a parking spot for her black and gold 1970 el Camino. The car had been left to her in Joe’s will, it had been his pride and joy. Upon exiting the car and hitting the door lock she spotted Beau’s sleek Jaguar convertible already in the parking lot- yet again he had beat her there….Great she thought, he’s never going to let me live down being late.

Walking through the door of the Bullet Ryan had to weave her way through a large group and noticed a man and woman standing near the entrance having what seemed to be a very heated argument. Never one to forget her police training, she mentally took note of the two as she made her way to where Beau was sitting towards the back of the bar.

“Annie I think you’d be late to your own funeral” Beau said by way of a greeting. Ryan flipped him the middle finger in response- Beau laughed as he stood to wrap her in a quick hug. He wasn’t typically an affectionate man, but when it came to Ryan he just couldn’t help himself. “You go to the gun range with me one time and decide to change my name huh?” Asked Annie. Beau belly laughed and replied “honey you will forever be my Annie Oakley and you know it”.

Ever the gentleman Beau pulled Ryan’s chair out for her. “Here” Beau said as he pushed a glass of amber colored liquid her way. “In honor of Joe, a Seagrams 7 in 7” he explained. Ryan grimaces as she takes a sip- “blech, I can’t believe he liked this shit.” They both laughed and then Beau’s expression changed as he said “I can’t believe he’s been gone 8 years. It seems like just yesterday we met at the academy. You would have never known we hadn’t always been best friends. Annie, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought-damnit Joe if you had just gone into aviation with me and not wanted to join the fucking SEALS you might still be here.”

“I know” Ryan said, “it seems like yesterday that dad showed up at the precinct to tell me that Joe had been shot and killed.” She wiped at a fallen tear before saying “we both know that when Joe made up his mind about something there was no stopping him, you couldn’t have changed his mind if you had tried.” Neither Beau or Ryan knew the specifics of the mission Joe had been on, only that something had gone wrong and Joe had ended up paying the ultimate sacrifice.

Ryan took another sip of her drink taking the time to really looking at Beau. She had not seen him since she ended up being his plus one at some stuffy Navy gala two months ago and while he was as put together as usual, there was a tiredness about him. He had bags under his eyes and when he smiled it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I was afraid you weren’t gonna make it back in time to meet tonight” she told Beau. He sighed and said “I honestly wasn’t sure either. You know I can’t give you details but this mission was grueling and I feel like I’ve aged 10 years this past month. Annie, I almost lost 2 men and it really made me think about things; about losing Joe and my feelings for you”….Ryan sucked in and breath and interrupted Beau whispering “what feelings for me?”

“Isn’t it obvious” he says? “Sometime over the last 8 years I’ve started to care about you as more than a friend. It took Maverick and Rooster almost dying for me to realize I can’t go another day without you knowing that I love everything about you Ryan! I love”…Beau’s sentence is cut off by the man and woman by the doors starting to argue loudly again. This causes Ryan to shake her head saying “Fucking full moons and Friday nights”- Beau raised an eyebrow in a questioning response. “Nothing good happens on a full moon Friday night” she explained making Beau laugh.

Ryan sits a little straighter in her chair as she waits for Beau to continue. it is as if the room suddenly gets quiet and no one else exists except for her and Beau. Ryan leans closer to Beau as he picks up where he had been interrupted.

“As I was saying” he begins, “I love your raunchy sense of humor, the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh, I love the fact that you drink whiskey in a shitty bar because you know it was Joe’s favorite place to spend his nights off. I even love the fact that I’m the first person you think to call when something breaks at your house. Annie I know I risking looking like a fool if you don’t feel the same way but damnit I’m not gonna risk something happening to me without you at least knowing how I feel”.

Ryan looks at Beau and he can see the shock in her eyes…her expression softens and her eyes darken as she opens her mouth to respond when a woman screams out “get your hands off me”! A glass breaks and the same woman shouts for help.

Before Beau can even turn in his chair to see what’s going on Ryan has jumped up ordering him to call 911 while she started making her way to the front in attempt to break up the fight. Beau does as he’s told and once relaying the needed information to the 911 dispatcher he quickly heads to the front of the bar to check in Ryan.

Beau’s heart stopped at the sight before him…. Ryan straddling the back of the a guy twice her size and blood trickling out of a cut to her lip- an injury she got trying to deescalate the altercation. Ryan and Beau lock eyes as flashing lights began to reflect through the windows of the bar signaling that the Calvary had arrived.

An hour and a half later, after statements had been given and arrests had been made the pair were leaning against the el Camino in the parking lot. “Fucking full moons and Friday nights huh” Beau says with a chuckle as he grabs Ryan’s hand giving it a squeeze. She laughs at him shrugging her shoulders and said “I tried to tell you”! They lock eyes and Ryan says “you know Beau I’m honestly glad you told me how you feel tonight because I was starting to think maybe I was a fool to hope for something more with you than going to a stuffy gala here it there and you being my Mr. Fix-it”. Beau smiles and stays “why don’t we”…..when they hear screeching of tires and the sound of crunching metal and glass as a car crashes into the street light in front of the bar. “Fucking full moons and Friday nights” Ryan yells as she takes off running to check on the driver

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

WIP Wednesday

THank you to everyone who has tagged me while I've been crazy busy! I believe it's been (for Tuesday or Wednesday) @jamespearce9-1-1, @exhuastedpigeon, @jeeyuns, @theotherbuckley, and @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove (If I am missing anyone I AM SO SORRY)

Here's a wee snippet from Precious & Fragile Things chapter 3!

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Buck doesn’t often bother with watching over anyone anymore. What’s the point? When it comes to petty temptations, one person is as good as the next. No special connection required; as long as they have base human desires, Buck can work with them. The resort in Peru had been perfect for it, as had several other haunts Buck has frequented since he fell; a nightclub, a ski resort, a gambling den, a speakeasy. One time, he even did a short stint as a Navy SEAL, just to see how much he could tempt the armed forces’ most notoriously disciplined men. He caused a small stir, then blew out of there pretty quickly. 

The point is, Buck has long since fallen out of the habit of focusing on any one human for his particular brand of intervention. So he has forgotten how strange it is.

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Tagging @aroeddiediaz and @pantsaretherealheroes I'm sorry for my chaos!

[uniquevoidflowers]

Whatever day of Whumptober this is! It's short, but I think it ended up fine. Prompt: ”But now this room is spinning while I’m just trying to fill in the gaps.” Safety Net| Swooning| “How many fingers am I holding up?” 

The timeline. It was…so very complex. Time should know, after all he had split it. The old man knew he had caused the flooding of Wind’s Hyrule, and that had plagued him every waking moment of his life. What he was not expecting was to get another load of information about the timeline that involved him splitting it again.

“Does anybody else have stories of past heroes?” Wind wondered, eyes darting at the chain.

“Legend speaks of a hero in my time who died 10 000 years ago. He was the first to seal away Calamity Ganon along with a princess.” Wild offered.

“I don’t speak of that.” Legend scoffed.

Warriors nudged the vet for the joke, grinning. “Don’t turn into me or Time.”

“Ew, no.” Legend scrunched up his face in disgust.

“I take full offence to that.” Time huffed.

There were a bunch of chuckles heard around the chain as they walked around in an unfamiliar Hyrule.

“…Is there anymore heroes you guys have heard of?” Wind questioned. Time eyed the sailor, wondering why the kid was so invested in getting an answer for that question. “I could name one or two.” Hyrule offered, eyes darting to the veteran hero.

“Tell me!” Wind demanded, almost tripping over a fallen branch because he had turned his entire focus on the traveller.

“Well, other than the Hero of Legend, there was faint talks about the Fallen Hero. Don’t remember learning much about ‘im except that he died.” Hyrule replied easily.

“You know about the Fallen Hero too Rulie?” Legend startled.

“Yeah, but like I said, I don’t know much. I was more…fixated on the Hero of Legend.” Hyrule affirmed.

“What do you know about this Fallen Hero, vet?” Time wondered, a little surprised at the information he had just gained.

“Oh, yeah, I know tons.” Legend huffed, glaring at the ground as he walked like it had personally offended him.

“Tell us!” Wind urged, ignoring the stares he earned.

What was up with the kid? “Fine. The Fallen Hero, true to his name, had died during a battle against Ganon. Once Ganon had killed the Fallen Hero, he was able to take all three pieces of the Triforce, turn into a beast, and cause destruction. In a last desperate attempt to rescue everyone, the sages sealed Ganon in the sacred realm. The people nowadays in my Hyrule have two opinions. Either you hate him, or you respect him. Some people scowl at the name and will call the Fallen Hero a failure, while others will sigh and call him noble and courageous. Depends on who you ask.” Legend informed everyone, staying neutral the entire time.

There were a few moments of quiet, the only sounds heard were light footsteps and the background noises that were barely even there. Time thought over what the veteran had just shared. He had a gut feeling there was something very important that he was missing about this. “Does this Fallen Hero have an actual name? Or is he just known for his death?” Twilight grumbled.

“Mmmmm, probably has a name on his grave, but that’s the name he’s known as." Legend shrugged.

“Huh.”

“Guess we’ll have to find out when we get to you Hyrule, vet.”

“If we can get to the graveyard.”

Time’s bones started aching from all the walking, his legs wanting to give up. But the old man didn’t give in. “The Fallen Hero was a child when he died. They said he was accompanied by a fairy, the Great Fairy Navi, and I can’t help but wonder how that Navi fairy is doing now.” Legend sighed.

Time froze. Navi? That name was all too familiar.

“Old Man you okay?”

Then it hit Time like a bullet through his skull.

Time was the fallen hero.

Stumbling back, he tried to calm himself, vision blurring as he felt too dizzy from the reality of it all. Had Time somehow failed Hyrule and caused another split in the timeline? The voices in the background were fuzzy, Time not completely registering them.

“Link!”

Time could see the fluttering of Navi’s wings as the blue fairy chimed with fond irritation. “Hey, Listen!” Navi would demand, and Time would always ignore her.

“Link, come on, what happened?”

Vision slightly returning he looked to see blurs of blue and grey atop him and he felt the cold hard ground on his back.

“Time? Link?”

Time was able to take a shaky deep breath and clear his vision. He saw Warriors standing over him with concern palpable in his eyes. “How many fingers am I holding up?” Warriors asked, holding his hands up.

“Four fingers.” Time answered, sitting up.

There were some sighs of relief.

But all Time knew was the image of him being the one to leave Navi, and to let Ganon loose.

[dreamersbcll]

Hi, i've been thinking about this prompt for a while, would you be able to write a story with Tara disappearing because something happened (you choose) and sam finding her at her favourite hiding spot that only she knew.

i love all of your works, and if you don't like this- or just don't feel like writing it, feel free to ignore it.

“June”

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Sam dumped her keys into the counter and threw her purse onto the floor. What a long fucking day.

First, she gets fryer oil all over her work shirt, so she smells like a fucking big Mac all day.

Second, she gets rear-ended by some asshole who couldn’t wait two fucking minutes for her to pull out of her parking spot.

And finally, therapy got canceled. Again. Her therapist was having a baby or something. Whatever.

So here she was, greasy and rageful, just wanting a cold shower and some time with her sister.

Sam padded down the hallway, peeking into the sisters’ bedroom. They had a two-bedroom apartment, but after New York, they both slept in the same room. The spare bedroom was for the twins when they wanted to sleep over. It all worked out nicely.

Expecting to find Tara on her computer in bed, Sam mindlessly jumped onto the mattress. She popped her head up in confusion when she was not met with scolding or a pillow to the face. Patting the bed, she noticed it was cold—no sign of her sister.

“Tara?” she said, puzzled at the emptiness that met her voice. It was the afternoon. Tara’s online class ended a half-hour ago. She should be around here somewhere.

Tampering down the anxiety in her stomach, Sam got up and started looking. She wasn’t in the closets, which was a relief- they had finally broken her random sleep locations. There was no sign of her in the bathroom, or the shower, or the bathroom cabinets. Tara wasn’t even in the living room or spare bedroom. Everything was cold. Untouched. As if she hadn’t been there before.

With her hands shaking, Sam dialed the twins, hoping Tara had just decided to see them. She would chastise her sister for not texting or calling, or leaving a note, but overwhelming relief will take over first.

“Hey. Yeah. Hi Mindy. Have you seen- yes, Hi Chad. No, I don't have money for the arcade. Yes, I'm sure. Like I was saying, have you seen Tara? No? No reason. She just is taking forever at the store. Yeah, I’ll call when she gets back. I love you guys. Bye,” she mumbled, hanging up the phone in defeat.

Deep down, she was ready to call the national guard. The marines. The navy seals. Reaching into her pockets, she had one hand on her taser and the other on her knife. Ready to kill.

But before she got ready to change into an outfit that was okay to get blood on it, she remembered.

The spot.

Tara was drifting lately, and Sam could tell. Each time her sister disappeared, Sam could track her down to the spot. They nicknamed it that because she always ends up finding Tara there.

Padding down the hallway, Sam gently made her way to the kitchen.

Bending down, she opened the cupboard underneath the sink. Sure enough, there was Tara. All curled up in a ball and sleeping deeply.

Sighing, she gently maneuvered her sister out, careful not to bump her head. Tara hid under the kitchen cupboard when she was drifting away. She had once mentioned that it made her feel secure and contained.

Lucky that she told Sam; otherwise, she was sure she would be on a carnal rampage.

Carrying Tara back to their room, Sam gently sat her on the bed. While Tara lay asleep, Sam quickly changed out of her work clothes and into pajamas.

Through trial and error, Sam found out that the best way to wake up Tara was to fall asleep next to her; both waking up as if they had just fallen asleep together. She figured that Tara deserved to wake up in a safe and warm place in Sam’s eyes.

As she moved Tara into a more comfortable place, she shifted into her own. The girls were nose-to-nose, one sleeping and the other watching her closely. Sam reached out and tucked Tara's hair behind her baby sister’s ear.

She would wait for Tara for a thousand years. She would wait for her sister until the world ended. Anything for her baby sister. Anything for the love of her life.

Closing her eyes, Sam drifted off, excited to wake up next to Tara.

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[fatass-angel-adam]

Dumbass Adam Playlist for the Blog or Whatever:

Just a bunch of misc. TUNES that make me think of him, think of my Adam specifically, fit one or more of my verses, or just have a certain VIBE lol...

DISCLAIMER: Much like Adam himself these songs contain PROBLEMATIC THEMES so...warning I guess???

ALSO they're not in any particular order either tbh

Hell Is Forever Extended Remix (Guitar Soloed) - Hazbin Hotel OST

Witness - Mindless Self Indulgence (main theme)

Three Point One Four - Bloodhound Gang

Problematic - EURINGER

Stroke Me (Lance Herbstrong Remix) - Lance Herbstrong

Everywhere I Go (Castle Renholdёr Mix) - Hollywood Undead

My Dick - Mickey Avalon

Navy Seal Copypasta (The Musical) - Unknown?? (you just know he fuckin WOULD)

Personal Jesus - Mindless Self Indulgence

I.D.G.a.F. - Blood on the Dance Floor

Bitches (Kid Rock's Cock Rock Remix) - Mindless Self Indulgence

Mixed Messages - Tom Cardy

Do You Kiss Your Mama with That Mouth? - EURINGER

Jesus He Knows Me - Ghost

My Bullshit Pontiac - gONNA gET gOT vs. Mindless Self Indulgence

My Dad Says That's For Pussies - Bloodhound Gang

Go To Hell - Alice Cooper (Fallen!Adam verse)

Eat Those Words - Mindless Self Indulgence

Ready To Die - Andrew W.K. (EXTERMINATION DAY BABY!!)

Give The Kid A Break - Alice Cooper (Fallen!Adam verse)

Salvation (Mindless Self Indulgence Remix) - KMFDM

Sexting - Blood on the Dance Floor

DEAD! - My Chemical Romance (sort of Fallen!Adam verse??)

This Hurts - Mindless Self Indulgence (Fallen!Adam verse main theme)

House of Wolves - My Chemical Romance (Fallen!Adam verse)

Kill Vs. Maim - Grimes

Like A Prayer - Madonna (don't @ me just let me have this okay Fallen!Adam verse nonsense lol)

Hell Is Forever NIGHTCORE - Unknown??

Fuck Machine - Mindless Self Indulgence (semi Porn Star AU verse??)

Burn In Hell - Dimmu Borgir (Fallen!Adam verse)

Sister Sara - Alice Cooper (him being owned by Luci like-)

Spank - Kenny Wayne Shepherd (ft. Kid Rock) (THIS ONE GOES OUT TO @dreamerlucifer LMAO)

Dust To Dust - Misfits (Adam's death song lol)

Seven Minutes In Heaven - Mindless Self Indulgence

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men (mainly just for one little part tbh and it's him dying in front of Lute BUT I'M INCLUDING IT ANYWAY-)

Emperor's New Clothes - Panic! At The Disco (kind of an AU I had in mind where Adam tries to taken over Hell from Luci?? IT'S NOT OFFICIAL-)

[topguncortez]

Day 26: No One Left Behind ➢prompt: "Why did you save me?" ➢character: Robert "Bob" Floyd ➢warnings: hazing, underaged drinking, toxic parents, near drowning, fear of water ➢word count: 3.3k ➢masterlist | whumptober | library

Bob never liked large bodies of water. He grew up in a landlocked town in the middle of nowhere Wyoming. The only things to do in the summer were to run in the backyard through a sprinkler or to go to the pond. Everyone went to the lake, it was the place to be during the unforgiving summers. Kids, teens and adults would spend their days on the sand shores, fishing, sunbathing or playing in the water. Bob didn’t like the lake because of what lurked underneath the surface. He had seen the pictures of the large fish that fishermen pulled out of there. He had heard the rumors and the legends of different ghouls and demons that supposedly haunted the waters and would pull unsuspecting swimmers into its depths. But what really sealed the deal for Bob hating the lake, was when his younger brother pushed him off the family pontoon. 

His parents didn’t realize Bob had gone overboard for several moments, he usually was behind them in the back, silent and holding on to his lifejacket tightly. But it was Bob’s older sister who shouted that the then six year old Bob was in the middle of the lake. 

“Mom! Bob fell over!” She shouted. 

“Oh my god!” His mother shouted and his dad quickly turned the boat around. Bob was luckily wearing a life jacket, but was kicking and splashing around, trying to get the lake grass off of his legs. His glasses had fallen off and were sinking towards the bottom, which caused more panic as he couldn’t see what was going on. When his father got close to him, he jumped into the water and swam over to where he was. Bob clung to him, his hands tightening around the shirt he wore. 

“Kick your goddamn legs, Rob,” His father cursed as he swam them back to the boat. He lifted up the little boy into his mother’s arms and Bob clung on tightly to her. 

“Oh my baby boy,” She cooed, and dried him with a towel, “I’m so sorry we didn’t notice.” 

“Well maybe if he would fucking talk,” His dad cursed again, stepping up onto the platform of the boat, “Fucking say something next time or swim your ass back to shore.” 

“David!” 

“Well?” His father shrugged, “Kid needs to learn to do something for himself. Quit fucking babying him.” 

Ever since that day, Bob did all he could to avoid water. But that seemed to be a bit of a paradox when he joined the Navy. His dad even laughed at him when he came home with his enlistment packet in his hands. 

“You can’t fucking look at water without panicking. The fuck did you join the Navy for?” 

“To help pay for school,” Bob said softly, “And they’ll teach me at boot camp.”  

Which was true. His father had told him from a young age that they would never be able to pay for his college. That he would have to figure it out by himself. His older siblings didn’t go to college. His two older sisters MaryAnn and Elizabeth both married local ranchers. His brother Michael was set to take over the family ranch. But Bob was determined to not be stuck in no named Wyoming for the rest of his life. 

And Bob was right, they did teach him how to swim in boot camp. It wasn’t beautiful, but he could pass the swim test and keep himself above water. But Bob knew that he wasn’t going to willingly jump into the pool and go for a swim. It also helped that he was wearing a life jacket the whole time, which gave him some comfort. After boot camp, Bob had gotten his acceptance letter into the Naval Academy. His mother cried when he told her, and didn’t stop crying until after they dropped him off in Maryland. Bob had never been to the east coast before, nor spent this much time away from his family. What kept him going in boot camp was the fact that he would be home in ten weeks. Now he was moving across the country. 

Bob had three roommates in his tiny four person dorm; Geco, Tank, and Hermes. They were almost the polar opposite of Bob. Each of them were nearly 6’2 and built. Hermes currently holds the class record for fastest PT test. Though Bob couldn’t compete with them physically, he competed with them in the classroom. They envied the way Bob just understood everything that was being taught in their classes, and hardly had to study for exams to do perfect. Bob had offered to help them study, but they all shot it down. Most people in the class had envied Bob, and labeled him as the enemy, except Y/N. 

Y/N, like Bob, was also on the outskirts of their class. She was a legacy student, her dad being the current commander of the pacific fleet. She had gone by her mother’s maiden name, so she could make a name for herself fair and square, but it was unmistakable who’s daughter she was, with her bright blue eyes and blonde hair. Oh, and the way she was ice cold. Unlike Bob, she didn’t let the whispers and the jokes bother her. She let them bounce off her back and continued on with her studies. 

“Hey, Frost,” Hermes said. Bob was currently in the library, sitting att a table across the room from where Frost was. She had been there as long as Bob had been, her nose in a text book, “We’re having a little party this weekend at the SigEp house. You should come.” 

“And why would I do that?” Y/N asked. 

“Cause I’ll be there,” He smirked and held his hands out. Bob watched as Frost rolled her eyes and turned around, “Come on, don’t be so cold,” She continued to ignore him, which was something Hermes couldn’t stand. Bob watched as he clenched his jaw, “Fine. Just so you know, the only way you’re here is because your dad is fucking Iceman Kazansky. He probably couldn’t stand having a fuck up as a daughter and had to do some chairty work.” 

Bob’s eyes widened at Hermes' words, and waited to see what she would do. He watched her body shake as she gripped her pencil in a vice grip, causing the wood to splinter. Hermes also watched her, and let out a laugh seeing no response from her, and advised his little posse to leave her table. Bob waited for them to leave, before standing up from his own table and walked over to her. 

“You deserve to be here,” Bob said softly. Y/N looked up at him and his heart faltered a bit, seeing the tears in her eyes. His jaw dropped and he quickly dug in his backpack, looking for the packet of kleenex he usually kept on him. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched him dig around in his bag, before stretching his shaky hand out and offering her the kleenex. She smiled at him and took it. 

“Thank you, Bob,” Y/N said. 

“You know who I am?” 

“Of course, Bob Floyd, political science major. You sit in front of me during intro to strat,” Y/N said and packed up her books. Bob watched her as she moved quickly, “Thanks again. And I’ll see you at the party.” 

“Y-Yeah!” Bob called out to her. Once she was out of the library Bob cursed himself, “What the hell? You’re not going to the party. You don’t party.” 

— — — 

The music was too loud for Bob’s liking. He didn’t understand how people would like their music this loud. He couldn’t even understand what was being said. The house was hot and stuffy, with people all over the place. Bob found a corner of the kitchen that was somewhat uncrowded and close to the table of snacks. He was nursing a cup of sprite that he had poured himself and snacking on the various mixes. Bob had never been to a party before. 

His eyes scanned the kitchen, looking for Y/N. He knew that she was either already here or showing up late. He had watched Mean Girls before coming to the party, to somewhat understand what to expect. Apparently, you didn’t show up to parties at the time the host said they started, so Bob waited nearly an hour before arriving. He also felt slightly overdressed in his khaki pants, button up shirt, and vans. His roommates were wearing jeans and tshirts, and Bob made a mental note to go shopping for some. 

“Do my eyes deceive me?” Bob turned around and let out a breath, “Bobby Floyd? At a party.” 

“Hangman,” Bob sighed, “How are you?” 

“How am I?” Hangman said, “I am magnificent. How are you? And why are you here?” 

“I was invited,” Bob said. 

Hangman raised his eyebrows in surprise. Jake Seresin was two years older than Bob, and had met him during recruitment over the summer, and was one of the peer leaders in his tactile movement and strategy class. Jake was also the quarterback for the football team, and had perfectly styled blonde hair and a bright smile. Bob had tried to hide in the back of the class, but Jake easily picked him out of the class, and told him he was “taking him under his wing”. Bob took in the sight of Jake’s outfit, dark blue jeans, a fitted black t-shirt, and cowboy boots. 

“So really, why are you here?” Jake asked again. 

Bob opened his mouth to answer, when he heard Y/N’s voice enter the kitchen. She walked right past him, a couple girls right behind her. His blue eyes watched as she greeted some of the other party go-ers and poured herself a drink. Jake followed Bob’s eyesight and smirked. 

“The admiral’s daughter!? Way to go Bobby Boy,” Jake clapped him on the back, “I knew you didn’t just decide to show up cause you were “invited”.” 

“Why is it so hard to believe-” 

“Go talk to her,” Jake said. 

“Oh no, I-I can’t,” Bob shook his head, “She’s with. . . him.” Jake squinted his eyes and looked back up at where Y/N was now being crowded by Hermes. She looked uncomfortable as he put his hands on her hips and tried to pull her back into his chest. 

“The dude trying to force himself on her? Hermes? Nah, she’s not into him.” 

“Well, he looks into her.” 

“Bob, trust me, she’s not into him,” Jake said. 

“How do you know?” 

“Cause she’s walking over here right now,” Bob lifted his head up and his eyes widened as she walked over with determination. Jake took a step back as Y/N put herself by Bob, and wrapped a hand around his waist. 

“Babe! You’re here!” She smiled and kissed his cheek, “I told you, Adrian, my boyfriend is here.” 

“My fucking roommate? Next you’re going to tell me that his crying at night is actually cause you’re giving him head and not cause he misses his mom,” Hermes joked. 

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Y/N sassed. Jake smirked at Bob, who looked uncomfortable. Jake rolled his eyes, and subtly grabbed Bob’s hand to put around Y/N’s waist. He jumped at the feeling and Jake just nodded. 

“Listen, Hermes, how bout you and the freshman jock squad go take a walk,” Jake said, “You guys are fucking wasted. Now go, or I tell Coach Smith and we run Death Hill until someone really dies.” 

The group all agreed and disbanded. Y/N waited a bit, still keeping her arm around Bob until they were out of eyeshot. She sighed and untangled herself from Bob’s side, and Bob had to fight back a frown. 

“Thanks, Floyd,” She said and walked away from him. 

— — —

It was a beautiful night, and Bob could see the stars for once. That was something he missed since moving out East. You could hardly see the stars at night due to all the city lights and pollution. Back home, Bob would lay on his roof and look at the stars until the late hours at night. It helped calm him. He knew all the constellations in the sky, and could tell you their stories, and what season they are most prominent in. Currently, he was looking at Orion, and recalling one of his favorite stories about the constellation. 

He wondered if Y/N liked the stars too. He was surprised how quiet it was outside, most people preferred to be inside the sweaty, hot house. Those outside were couples making out, girls having a drunk heart to heart, or people smoking weed. Bob had been offered a joint, but was too scared to do it. He had smoked weed once with his older sister, and could remember how angry his dad had gotten when he threw up on the floor. Bob swore he wasn’t going to try the drug again. 

Bob’s moment of quiet was cut off by a hand landing on his shoulder. He jumped and looked over his shoulder at Hermes, Tank and Geco standing behind him. He felt his stomach drop and he scrambled to try and get away, but Tank and Geco grabbed his arms. 

“Bob, I don’t think we have properly introduced you to the SigEp house,” Hermes smirked. 

“I-I’ve been here before,” Bob said.

“Oh yeah, with Seresin,” Hermes nodded, “Your little butt buddy? Oh wait. . . that’s Frost isn’t it. Sorry I forget, that you like both of them to fuck you.” 

“I don’t do-” 

“I don’t give a fuck who fucks you in the ass, Floyd. But stay away from my girl.”

“She’s not yours,” Bob sneered. He wasn’t sure where that came from, but he hated the way Hermes was talking about Y/N. She wasn’t an object he could own. 

“No? Then why was she just sucking on my dick and not yours?” Hermes laughed and Bob felt himself deflate a bit, but shook his head. 

“Just let me go. I’ll leave the party,” Bob said honestly. 

“Oh no. . . No can do. Bobby Boy. It’s time for NIGHT SWIMMING!” Hermes yelled loudly, which seemed to get the attention of some of those in the house, because a group came rushing out. Y/N was dancing with Jake when she heard the commotion from outside. Her and Jake shared a look before pushing through the crowd to go outside. Jake saw Hermes first, standing up on a chair and cursed. 

“Shit. . .” Jake said, “It’s Bob.” 

Y/N pushed her way through the crowd and made it down the deck to the pool. Bob looked terrified in Geoc and Tank’s hold as Hermes was taunting him. She had been to enough frat parties to know what was going to happen. Hermes grabbed a random beer as Tank held Bob’s chin open. He dumped the alcohol into Bob’s mouth, not caring that he was fighting against the hold on his arms and choking. The crowd seemed to instigate the brutality even more as the three boys stripped Bob of his clothes. 

“Adrian! Stop, just let him go!” Y/N pleaded. 

“Oh look Floyd, you’re little girl friend is here. Hope you can swim!” Hermes yelled. 

“Throw him in! Throw him in! Throw him in!” The crowd cheered. Bob was frozen in fear, only in his underwear and socks. He tried with all his might to push out of Tank and Geco’s arms, but it was no use as they pushed him into the deepest part of the pool. The crowd all cheered as Bob was tossed in, the boys high fiving each other. 

“Help! Help me!”” Bob yelled as he started thrashing. 

“Calm the fuck down Floyd,” Hermes spat. 

“I can’t swim!” Bob felt his lungs starting to close up as he breathed in water. He frantically kicked his arms and legs, trying to keep himself up. The panic rose in his chest, and suddenly he felt like he was back in the lake as a child. He couldn’t see much other than blobs of people staring at him. 

“Bob!” Y/N ran towards the edge of the pool. Hermes grabbed her waist to stop her, but she kneed him in the balls, “Burn in hell.” She spat at Hermes, before jumping into the pool. 

Bob’s head started to spin as he felt his body being pulled under. He could feel the tears running down his face as fear had him in a vice grip. Y/N swam to him fast, and wrapped her arms around his chest. 

“Calm down!” She yelled, worried that Bob was going to pull her under as well, “I got you, kick your legs with me.” 

“I can’t!” Bob gasped out. 

“You can,” Y/N grunted and wrapped her arms under his armpits. Jake had made his way down to the side of the pool, and knelt down. “Breathe, Bob, I got you.” Bob took a deep breath as Y/N reached the edge of the pool. Jake grabbed Bob’s arms and pulled him out of the water. The crowd around was shocked as Bob laid on his back, coughing up water. Y/N pushed herself out of the pool, and helped roll Bob on his side, so he didn’t choke. Bob let out a sob, as he pushed himself up to his hands and knees. 

“We got you, Bob,” Jake said, rubbing his back. Y/N wasn’t sure what to say, brushed the wet locks of blonde hair out of his eyes. 

“The bitch can’t swim!” Hermes chuckled. 

“You could’ve killed him!” Y/N yelled at Hermes. 

“Just pointing out the weak ones,” Hermes shrugged. 

Y/N clenched her jaw and went to stand up, but Bob grabbed her wrist. She looked down at him and he shook his head. His chest was still heaving up and down, his blue eyes wet with tears. Y/N nodded and knelt back down next to him. 

“Alright. . . EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!” Jake yelled and the crowd quickly dispersed. Jake was angry and looked down at Bob, who seemed to be doing a bit better, “I’m going to get a towel. You okay?” Bob nodded and Jake looked at Y/N, “Frost?” 

“I will be,” Y/N said and Jake nodded, walking towards the house, “I’m so sor-” 

“I’m sorry,” Bob said, “Your dress is ruined.” 

“Are you really concerned about my dress?” She asked in disbelief, “Bob, you nearly died and you are worried about my dress.” 

“Seems expensive,” Bob waited a moment, sitting down on his butt and running a hand through his hair, “Shit. . . my glasses.” 

“Oh, I think they are at the bottom,” Y/N peered over the edge of the pool, and sure enough, his glasses were sitting at the bottom, “I can get-” He grabbed her wrist again to stop her. 

“Why did you save me?” 

“You needed-” 

“No,” Bob shook his head, “Someone would’ve jumped in eventually when I went passive. But why did you save me?” 

“Because. . . I like you Bob,” Y/N admitted, “A lot. And I should’ve done more to stop Adrian, and I am so sorry for what they did. This is going to be dealt with. They won’t get away with this, I plan on letting my-” Her words were cut off as Bob grabbed her face and kissed her. She froze for a split second, before kissing him back. Bob’s hand caressed her face as her hands went to the back of his neck. Their kiss was split up by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them. 

“Well, excuse me for interrupting and saving my mentee from pneumonia,” Jake said, and handed Bob a towel, “You going to be okay, Floyd?” 

“I don’t plan on going swimming anytime soon,” Bob said looking up at Jake and then at Y/N, “But yeah,” He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together, “I’ll be okay.”

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The Terminal List’s whumps’ list

[referred to main male character: James Reece, portrayed by Chris Pratt]

Season 1

.01: leading into a Navy Seals mission, ambushed and into gunfights, hit by explosion blast, lost consciousness and then dizzy, helped, shocked and injured, patch on his eyebrown and reported head trauma, grief, treated in the infirmary, confused and memory loss, upset, undergone an MRI, ambushed by two armed man, furious fight and slashed, frantic and sick worried, grief and in dispair discovering his family’s murdered bodies.

.02: in shock, knife cut at his chest treated on the field, interrogated, grieving, painful memories, argued and high-pitched ringing, argued and upset, headache and moaning, nightmare of shooting himself, high-pitched ringing and flashbacks, upset.

.03: scans of a brain tumor, paranoid, under gunfire, headache and moaning, flashback and hallucinations.

.04: repetitive hallucinations and hand tremors, headaches, fainted, into gunfights.

.05: nightmare and rough awakening, into gunfights, chased by police.

.06: chased by police from previous episode, car crash, into a gunfight, gunshot wound at his arm and self field treatment, groaning, hallucinations and painful memories, high-pitched ringing and moaning, still chased, many grunting and badly fallen on rocks, moaning in pain and heavily breathing, field cauterization of the bleeding gunshot wound, many grunting in pain and passed out, forehead wound and hallucination, under gunpoint, trembling hands, hit by a landslide and heavily breathing, many grunting and coughing, treated wounds.

.07: hallucination, rough fight and cut on his cheekbone, repetitive hallucinations and hands tremors.

.08: cut on his cheekbone from previous episode, into a furious gunfight, bruises on his face from wood shrapnels, rough fight and stabbed, bleeding and heavily breathing, uneasy on his legs, painful confrontation and silent tears, painful memories.

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