#flyboy idea

[kryptonitejelly]

Inspired by this picture basically. In my mind, this is flyboy!Jake, because he is easy and my comfort character - but you can imagine him / read him as any Jake tbh. Credits to @lostinthefandoms11 for indulging my ideas that the slew of pictures from Glen’s sister’s ig has spawned.

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You are seated at one of the two chairs in front of the teacher’s table, nodding lightly, lips moving as you both exchange the necessary pleasantries while waiting for Jake to start the session. He had texted you just a minute ago - In the parking lot, see you soon - so you had both decided to wait, rather than begin, after all, you were both her last parent-teacher conference for the day.

Both your heads, you and Ms McKenzie’s, snap towards the door as it creaks open. Jake pokes his head in first, eyes darting around the room, only settling when they find you. You see the sparkle in his greens, the crinkle in the skin beside his eyes before a smile slips onto his lips.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says, voice kept more neutral, further away from his usual drawl because of the setting.

“No worries Mr Seresin,” Ms McKenzie’s voice floats into the air, just that bit breathier and a pitch higher than she had it when speaking to you. You hear the slightest hitch in her breathe as Jake flashes her a polite smile, the rest of his body stepping into the classroom. You really can’t blame her - he looks delightful, hair damp, bits of it casually sticking out from having run a towel over and his fingers through quickly, dark casual button up with just that one button too much open, paired with a set of form fitting dark jeans.

Jake makes his way towards you both, but he doesn’t sit immediately. He reaches for you first to place a hand on the backing of your chair, fingers gently brushing your back as he leans down to kiss you hello. It is a quick kiss on your lips, but something that manages to feel way too intimate with just one other person seated across the table, her gaze directly on you both. Your smile grows the moment your lips meet his. Jake sits, keeping his hand anchored on the back of your chair, and you slide your hand to come to a loose rest on his jean clad thigh. There is a scraping sound against the floor as Jake drags yours chair just that few inches closer towards him. The classroom and teacher in front of him weren’t going to stop Jake Seresin from being him.

His movement is so natural, but Ms McKenzie’s gaze moves along with your chair. Her gaze dips to the hand which you hand which you have on Jake’s thigh and you see the flutter of a frown cross her features. You aren’t the only one who sees it, judging by the shift of Jake’s leg which deliberately drops your hand further down his inner thigh. You find yourself stifling a chuckle as you feel the pads of Jake’s fingers massage your back gently.

“So, you were saying Ms McKenzie?” Jake cuts the silence and her frown, his interjection making the teacher clear her throat hurriedly as she busies herself with picking up the sheets of paper she has in front of her.

“Ye-yes, as I was saying…”

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“So,” you wait until you hear the click of the classroom door close behind the both of you before you continue, “Mr Seresin,” you say while batting your eyes at Jake.

It makes him grin, with a slightly raised brow before he takes a step froward in a singular, smooth motion, his body pivoting to press you against the wall of the empty hallway. Your back lands against the cool wall, Jake’s hands slipping onto your waist, and your hands going instinctively up his chest.

“I see my wife has decided to amuse herself by mocking me,” Jake states, his lips skimming across your cheekbone, kissing their way behind your ear, and against the column of your neck.

It makes you chuckle as you tilt your head ever so slightly to allow Jake’s lips better access - married, children under both your belts, and you both are still unable to keep your hands off each other.

Jake brings his head up from pressing a kiss to your neck and you let your lips meet him in hello, properly greeting him for the first time today. He had left too early for base in the morning for you to have caught him.

“One of my most enjoyable hobbies,” you say, between the first kiss and the second which Jake goes in for without hesitation. “You know she wants you to coach the soccer team because she’ll get to spend more time with you, don’t you?”

You tease as Jake presses his body more firmly into yours, his hand skimming from your waist and up your side before it comes to cup the side of your face, his fingers slotting themselves through your hair behind your ear, massaging gently as you lean into his touch; you let your hand drops to his front.

“And I said no because I much rather spend that time with my wife.”

“Is that so,” you hum in response, your hands pressing against his abdomen. After years and children later, Jake still boasted an impressive physique, less lean than he had been years ago, and slightly thicker, but no less attractive.

“Affirmative M’am,” Jake cocks to his head to a side a lazy grin on his features.

“And if your little gremlin was any less of a monster on the soccer field than she is now?” You ask, picking up the nickname you both had for your youngest daughter. Jake was competitive, and you knew part of the reason he said no to coaching, the first being Ms McKenzie’s obvious attraction, was that there really was no need - not with the absolutely fiend your youngest was on the field. All your children had gotten Jake’s athletic ability, but your youngest - well, there was a reason even her grandma had nicknamed her your little terror.

“Well, she gets that from her mother,” Jake says in jest, leaning in to kiss your forehead before moving his lips down to yours again. If anything, she got it from him. This kiss is soft, gentle, drawn out, and he pulls away leaving you wanting more.

“Dinner?” He asks, as he steps away and extends his hand towards you, the knowledge that your children were at home, under the watchful eye of the babysitter. You take it, fingers tangling with Jake’s. Jake loved his children, but without a doubt, his first priority had always been, and was still, you.

“Lead the way Mr Seresin.”

[jakekazansky]

I’m working on my stripper Jake fic when this popped into my head.

Mav being like the stripper mom at a club where some of the daggers work. Him just being there for them, providing them with what he can and helping take care of them on their shifts. Some of the other daggers are patrons and some work as security there.

Slider is the bartender who keeps an eyes on the dancers while they work. Him being as big as he is helps keep people in check.

The club is owned by a guy named Iceman. No one really ever sees him. He’s usually tucked into his office at night, preferring to let Mav, Slider, and the security run things. He really only ever comes out if some shit is truly going down.

The dancers always wonder about him but Mama Mav makes sure they know they can trust Iceman. Iceman, who was actually a client of his when he used to dance when he was younger. Iceman who helped to protect him and help him go to college.

Ice helps to pay tuition in addition to their paychecks for any dancer who wants to go to college or trade school.

Later on it comes out that Mav and Ice are married.

[gaybirdnerd]

How to Take Care of Your Local Hot Shot

Part 2/6: Feeding the Hot Shot

How to Feed the Hot Shot is the first thing Ice sees when he opens the book again later that day on his bunk.

He doesn't understand how someone can just not eat, it doesn't make sense to him. This is Maverick, he doesn't know how this man operates anyway.

Ice starts to read down the page, noticing the doodles of random things dotting the page as he goes.

If you're reading this, you are in possession of one Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, our favorite idiot.

Ice snorts and smiles, the bubbly writing accompanied by another doodle of the man himself, a newspaper seemingly hitting him on the head.

Sometimes Mav doesn't remember to eat. He gets stressed easily, and the stress makes him forget that eating is necessary and hunger is a thing he should be feeling. This is a mystery to me, but I have something just for you, dear reader.

Ice raises an eyebrow, sliding down on his bed to lie down and keep the book above his head.

If you see or suspect that Maverick does not have food in his system, there are 5 steps you can follow to make sure he has nutrition in his small ass body.

Ice snorts and contemplates getting his own notebook, more curious than actually planning to follow the steps, but remembering Mrs. Bradshaw's request all the same.

Step 1: ask the kitchen staff to keep an eye on him. I've already done it so every time I get food they report in whether or not he's eaten anything for the day. You might want to get more people in on asking since God knows it's not a one man job to take care of our local hot shot.

The next day, Ice doesn't see Maverick anywhere near the mess, concern slowly starting up and burying itself into his ribs.

He starts asking their unit if they've seen Maverick eat anything all day. At this line of questioning, the rest of them look at him like he's lost his head, so he explains what he's learned. He won't let them see the notebook-not yet-but he will take to heart that taking care of the younger man will be a multi-person job.

After the explanation, the unit goes to the mess between meals and asks to speak to whoever was watching Maverick for Goose, which turns out to be the entire kitchen crew. The kitchen crew all reveal that Maverick has not been to eat at the mess today, concern in their expressions as they look at Ice and his contemplative look.

The unit asks the kitchen crew to keep at least one of them updated every day like they did when Goose was still alive. The kitchen crew readily agrees.

Step 2: Maverick hasn't eaten, don't panic, there are snacks to give him. There should be a box of protein bars in his locker. These are the only bars this picky fucker will eat, but they have a lot of nutrition, so they're ok. As long as he's not only eating them. Please make sure he keeps them stocked up, he forgets to buy them sometimes.

Ice waits until after Maverick is gone from the base, doing god knows what as usual.

He has watched the man enough to know where things are when he reaches into his locker. He's seen the man throw or show off a protein bar to Goose after a Hop often enough to know they're down low.

He opens the locker, accompanied by Slider, who has decided to join him on his mission of making sure their youngest member isn't going to die out of his own idiocy.

The box of bars is on the bottom of the locker, as he thought, and almost empty, holding only 2 more bars before being useless.

With a sigh and a shake of his head at Slider, Ice makes a mental note to buy some the next time he goes out. Two boxes should do the trick to keep the younger aviator stocked up on the bars. Another mental note is made to remind the man to buy them himself when he's aware of what they're doing.

Step 3: if it is obvious he has not eaten anything, not even a protein bar, try to put something random in his bunk. Like an idiot, he never locks it, but if he does, I will keep an updated key to his place hidden in the back of the book. Use it wisely, please. If you've read this far, you obviously must care about him or are simply curious and should care about him.

Mav doesn't care for bell peppers, cooked tomatoes, or fish (ironic given he's a Navy man, I think). He's allergic to hazelnuts and lactose intolerant, even though he still eats dairy like it's his job.

The door is unlocked, just like Goose said. Ice and Hollywood sneak into the place like they're trying to rob a house in a B-rated cartoon.

They've got 3 bags of unrefrigerated food, shelf-stable and easy to open without a can opener. Ice decides to make this venture fun for himself, turning the act of bringing the small aviator food into an easter egg hunt.

He puts a can next to the door, one under a chair, and a couple in the couch that won't be too painful if flopped down on. One even goes in the bed, tucked in and obvious down by the end of the pillow.

Hollywood is all too pleased to be placing cans in random places that might startle the man, but won't hurt him. He wishes he had a camera to get the younger man's surprise when he comes home.

Step 4: If nothing previously has worked and Maverick is obviously getting worse, get a medic to shame him. If we're at Top Gun, preferably Sheila, the redhead with a mole on her nose. She shames him really well and doesn't take his shit. If we're anywhere else or Sheila is gone, go for the shortest nurse around, preferably a redhead, and get them to lecture him about nutrition.

Maverick was struggling against Ice's and Slider's holds as they drag him to the medics, protesting that he was being kidnapped to be taken out back and shot.

Ice rolls his eyes as they cross Viper and Jester in the hallway, the situation so bemusing that the two commanding officers simply stare at them as they walk past, Maverick protesting the entire way.

When they get to the medbay, Maverick is still struggling and there are a few newcomers to their party, following out of curiosity. Sheila is at the front desk and rolls her eyes fondly at the man being frogmarched towards her.

"What's going on, boys?"

Before anyone else can say anything, Maverick rips himself out of Ice's and Slider's hands and gently slams against the desk in front of him, a small growl of frustration emanating from him as he turns to the two men behind him. "I'm being kidnapped for no reason. I swear if you guys-"

Ice interrupts him and addresses the redhead, "We've noticed he hasn't been eating well, step 4."

Sheila looks at him with dawning understanding while everyone else looks at Ice like he's lost his head. 

On the other hand, Maverick has gone still, and his eyes have filled with tears and all encompassing anger, glaring at the man before him with such venom a few of their audience back up.

Before he can get a word out, Sheila grabs his arm gently and pulls him towards her, his anger sapped by exhaustion that weighs his shoulders down while she leads him to a room.

With one last glare at Ice, the door closes between them, and the rest of the group looks at Ice curiously.

With a short glance at them and a sigh, Ice sits down, followed by Slider. "Go away," startles a few of the audience, who are expecting him to explain.

"But-"

"He's not a sideshow pony, I'm not going to give you an answer for anything. Go away, and leave him alone."

With that final statement, Ice and Slider glare at them, a few leaving right away and the rest taking a few seconds of shuffling their feet in uncertainty before leaving as well.

Ice and Slider wait in silence, tiredness written in the lines of their posture, concern slightly burning through them as they reflect on the obvious weight the young man has lost in the time since Goose's death.

Step 5: I'm hoping that you haven't gotten to this point, that I'm around to help, and this isn't necessary for anyone else to possess. If you're reading this, I'm so sorry, Petey, but you do need someone to help take care of you. I won't be there all the time. I'm just hoping this isn't necessary. Give this notebook to someone you trust if you're the one in possession of it. Carole should have given it to someone else before you, anyway. 

If none of the previous steps have worked, there's only one way to get Pete to eat. Guilt-trip him. I wouldn't suggest using me unless it's a reminder of when I was alive, of how I would want him to live, to be ok. Tell him you feel upset about his weight loss, tell him he can't be a proper pilot if he doesn't eat, tell him anything. Make him eat. A last resort would be making him get tube fed, and we all know how badly he would take that.

Ice is relieved the flight is over, that everyone survived, that Maverick finally got his head back in the game and flew his ass off to protect him and Slider.

He is not relieved when, during the celebration on deck when everyone is handling Maverick like the big damn hero he is, said hero's eyes roll into the back of his head and nearly concusses himself hitting the floor before Ice catches him at the last second.

Noises of surprise and fear echo through the crowd, Ice cradling Maverick's head as someone-Slider maybe- yells for a medic frantically and hovers their hands uselessly around the pair on the ground.

Malnutrition and dehydration had taken down the man, the adrenaline rush of the whole thing fading had finally driven his body over the edge into unconsciousness.

Ice sits by his bedside as he waits for Maverick to wake up, reading through the notebook as he waits.

"Why do you have that?"

The question is asked in the space between them, practically whispered as the younger man comes around and takes stock of everything. 

"Mrs. Bradshaw gave it to me."

Maverick looks at him disbelievingly. "She wouldn't-"

Ice shakes his head and shuts the notebook. "She did, I tried to give it to her, but she-" He shakes his head again. "She asked me to take care of you, she wanted someone to take care of you because I think she knew, and I learned, that you don't value yourself enough to do so."

Maverick looks at him with tears in his eyes, closing them and nodding his acceptance.

Ice looks back down at the book in his hands, then sets it on Maverick's abdomen, a blink of surprise aimed at him in response.

Maverick grabs the book, bringing it up to trace his fingers over the letters on the cover, a tear slipping out of his right eye at the same time a small smile graces his lips.

"This was a joke, you know? I wasn't expecting it to become something anyone but Goose would use."

Ice nods, patting Maverick's knee and moving to get up, stopped by a small noise from the other man and a hand reaching out for his.

"I'm sorry."

Ice shakes his head and opens his mouth to respond, interrupted by Maverick finally reaching his hand.

"Let me finish. Please."

Ice nods and turns over his hand to hold Maverick's, much to the smaller man's surprise.

"I'm sorry that I was such a dick, and that I nearly let you down, nearly let you die because of my own hang ups about what happened. This notebook isn't for me, it never was. If you wouldn't mind, can you hang onto it for me?"

I don't want to be a burden to you, but Goose was right, I'm too hung up on everything to make sure that I take care of myself rather than everyone else around me. I take care of you, you take care of me, deal?"

Ice had started smiling halfway through Maverick's little speech, a little mischief appearing in his eyes. "We just agreed to fly together, you're moving pretty fast. Almost seems like you're proposing, Maverick."

PartMaverick blushes furiously, throwing his arm over his face and groaning into his elbow. "I knew talking to you was a mistake, you're so damn irritating."

He goes to reach for the book he had set on his knee to reach for Ice, letting out a noise of outrage as a hand snatches it away before he can get it.

Ice snickers into his hand, walking away from Maverick and towards the door, holding the book above his shoulder and looking back smugly. "I guess if I have to, I'll watch over your chaotic disaster ass. Don't worry about me, shortstack,  I can take care of myself."

The door closes to the sound of Maverick shouting after him, mock anger in his voice. 

Maverick starts eating after that, letting Ice and the rest of their class worry after him when he gets too busy. When he's not deployed with any of them, they always find someone in the medbay willing to keep an eye on the force of nature that is Maverick.

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[androgynouspenguinexpert]

what a therapist does to a mf

[thatsrightice]

“Sh!t,” Ice sighed, staring at the phone screen. “I’ve got to take this.”

“Come on, Ice,” Slider complained. “You promised no phone calls tonight.”

“Yeah well that was before Admiral Mirth decided to take an unexpected business trip,” Ice scoffed, bringing the phone up to his ear. The irritation radiating off of him as he headed for the exit of the banquet hall was obvious as people moved quickly to get out of his way.

“What? To where?”

“He🏒🏒,” Ice barked over his shoulder.

“What? Tom!” Slider shouted, but the man was already gone.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Woke up with this nonsense…

A breath caught in his throat as the creature’s muscles tensed beneath his legs and it sprang skywards. The air soon forced its way out again in a silent scream of astonishment.

Scott had over a decade of experience piloting the most extreme forms of air travel human ingenuity could bring forth.

His relationship with G-Force was… non-standard. His mind was sharpest when his body was crushed by ten times its own weight. He had mastered the mathematics balancing lift, thrust, drag, weight. Monitoring air currents was a sixth sense. He could complete the crossword while barrel-rolling a fighter jet. He’d flown blind through the narrowest of blizzard-ravaged mountain passes relying solely on a wing suit and his gut without a flicker in his heart rate.

None of it had prepared him for this.

Everything he thought he knew about what flight was suddenly scattered to the winds as the dragon tipped into a steep dive, his vice grip on the saddle loosened, his arms reached into the clouds and his yell of triumph pierced the watching night.

TBC? Anyone else want to play in this sandpit of madness?

[redfurrycat]

🚁🪰🗡️🚁Medicopter 117 au with Flyboys & Daggers🚁🪰🗡️🚁

Three-people teams doing rescue missions in the German/Austrian Alps. (in this particular AU the location would be somewhere else in the US obvi)

A Pilot - An Emergency Doctor - A Nurse Anaesthetist

(In this order, we have)

Mav - Goose - Carole

Ice - Wolfman - Hollywood

Charlie - Penny - Slider

Chipper - Sundown - Merlin

Jake - Coyote - Payback

Phoenix - Rooster - Bob

And soooo many other possible trios, some a mix of Flyboys/Daggers! (I couldn't list all of them, but imagine. the. POSSIBILITIES.)

With

Mecanicians: Hondo, Halo & Mav

Base secretaries: Warlock, Fanboy

Boss: Viper, then Ice & Cyclone

[jessicas-pi]

makes me giggle when someone says that i must have put a lot of thought into the plot of time heals. like on the one hand yes i do spend at least 1 hour per day thinking about it. on the other hand. babygirl you have no idea how many of the plotlines have shown up out of absolutely nowhere.

[thatsrightice]

Get you a engineer s.o. who listens to your 36 fun facts about the F-14 Tomcat and actually finds them interesting (or is at least v good at acting).

Bonus if they let you have the window seat on flights and bus rides and etc.

Extra Bonus if they buy you a $20+ frozen fruity drink served in a pineapple

wym i don’t know how to flirt? i literally tell you random and unimportant fun facts

[kryptonitejelly]

ooooh can we get more baby girl stuff 👀 im really loving it for some reason because it has now been stuck in my mind that flyboy jake = baby girl 🫠

it’s hard to shake isn’t it

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“Now everyone at base is calling me babygirl Seresin,” Jake grumbles beside your ear. He has his hands wrapped around your body, palms snaked under your top to rest on the skin of your stomach and his chin resting on your shoulder as he envelops you from behind.

“Are they wrong?” You tease, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the window that is looking out into the darkness outside as you continue slicing up the strawberries in front of you into halves. A pointed look at his current posture and grumbling.

“Yes,” you get one stubborn word of reply.

“Babygirl Seresin,” you say teasingly, as you raise half a strawberry, which you hold in front of Jake’s mouth.

“Only yours,” he grumbles again as you feel his lips against your fingertips before he steals the fruit out of your hand only for his actions to be promptly met with a shout.

“MY STRAWBERRIES, DAD HOW COULD YOU.”

The tiny yell has you shaking with laughter as you place your hands down against the counter for support.

“To think I buy those goddamn strawberries,” is what you hear him huff in your ear and for your only as he hides his face in the crook of your neck.

[jakekazansky]

Was watching the local news and one of the news stories help inspire this idea

So it was about big brothers big sisters. Which if you don’t know what that is it’s essentially a mentoring program where older people (like 20s-40s) help mentor the youth (ages 6-18).

Story idea under the cut cause it got long

Tom and Slider who are stationed out in Texas who are like commanders by this point. There’s flyers on base asking service members to volunteer for the program. Slider makes a comment about how nice it would’ve been if he had some like that as a kid (personal headcannon is slider had a shitty home life as a kid). So Tom signs up and gets this kid name Jake.

Jake who is about 11 and kind of scrawny and a bit angry at the world. He’d just been made to move to Texas to live with his aunt after his parents died in a car crash. Jake loves math and planes so it’s an easy decision to match him with Tom.

Tom and Jake get on like a house fire. Jake is always grinning by the time he leaves after spending time with Tom who sees a bit of himself and slider in Jake. This goes on for years. Three years in and slider and Tom have to deploy for a few months. Sure Jake is upset but he pinky promise Tom to be there when their carrier came back. Tom had even given him one of his dog tags to keep safe. Tom had even done the paperwork to ensure Jake would be let on base for it.

Fast forward a few months and the day of return is here. Both slider and ice are excited to see Jake. Tom can’t wait to tell him more stories about flying. The carrier docks and there’s no blonde teen waiting for them. They kinda figure Jake is just sick maybe or had a school thing he couldn’t get out of. Come to find out a week later after Tom hasn’t heard from Jake that the mentoring people tell him Jake was sent to live with other relatives cause Jake’s aunt’s new bf hated Jake. Cue absolute devastation on both slider and ice.

Slider makes a comment a few years later, about the time Jake would be graduating high school, that maybe Jake will be going to the academy and they’ll be able to see him again. They never got Jake’s last name due to privacy reasons when mentoring him and there’s a lot of blond applicants to the academy that year. But ice is holding out hope. He and mav are committed dating at this point. So ice finally tells mav about the kid he mentored. About how he was sad he never got to say goodbye to Jake and how he hopes Jake is doing okay. About how he’s pretty sure Jake and Bradley, if they met, would either be in a fistfight or dating by now. About how sure Tom was that if Jake ever flew he’d be able to outfly them both.

Fast forward many more years, Tom is the COMPACFLT now and the mission has just finished. His husband decides it would be a good idea to invite the daggers over since they’re a permanent squadron now. A blonde kid named Jake is part of it, Tom remembers looking at the kids file and him just being so damn good. Like what he imagined Jake would’ve been like. Tom has given up hope at this point of ever seeing the kid he mentored again.

It’s the day of the bbq mav is throwing for his pilots. Tom is chilling back on the patio as his husband and his husband’s pilots play some dogfight football on the beach behind their house when the pilot named Jake sits on the deck near him.

“I don’t know if you remember me but my name is Jake and you used to mentor me when I was a kid. Down in Texas.”

That gets Ice’s attention who gaze is immediately on him.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you and slider came back. I wanted to be so damn bad. My aunt’s bf at the time hated my guts. Impersonated her to get me moved to another family members. I ended up in Alaska. Do you know how cold it is there?”

Ice can hear the tears the kid is fighting to keep back as he talks.

“ I still have that dog tag of yours. I wear it every time I fly. I’ve been hoping to run in to you ever since I applied to the academy. I can’t believe it’s taken this long.”

At this point tears are running down both their face as Jake pulls out his tag and nestled in between his shiny tags is a slightly dulled one with Tom’s name on it.

The hug Tom pulls Jake into has every emotion he’s felt since he last saw Jake nearly twenty years ago. Them both crying into each others shoulders. Tom making promises to call slider later and get him out here so Jake can see him again. Promising to tell him all about the deployment he never got to tell him about and all the rest after it.

Mav and Bradley watch from the sand. Mav glad his husband got the kid who he mentored (mav at this point believes Tom would’ve adopted Jake back then given the chance). Bradley coming to the realization that he’s no longer gonna be pops favorite and he’s fine with that if it means his boyfriend got back the man who made him into who he is today.

[paxdracona]

For WIP Wednesday im coming clean: I've become obsessed with fruitbats. I spend hours on youtube watching them eat pieces of fruit waaaay too big for their faces (their little tongues poke out while they're juicing their fruit!!), chitter in annoyance at each other while thumb boxing, and I have heart palpitations when I watch baby orphan flying foxes cuddling with their human carers while suckling on a dummy. I probably have a problem but it's a fun problem so hey. Now I'm making it y'alls problem because I've made Mav a fruitbat and I'm having the time of my life ☆

(Look at this, it should be illegal)

[vivalas-vega]

my fyp on here cracks me up sometimes bc what did I look at or like to justify the surplus of what I’m guessing is fanfic about pro soccer players ???

[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

idea for joaquin:

i see alot of sushine x grumpy reader when ppl r writing joaquin fics but pls i need more sunshine x sunshine and its joaquin and reader being literal comedic geniuses on missions and flirting over comms 😫

"Ray Of Sunshine"

[Joaquin Torres x fem!reader]

Masterlist

Summary: You and Joaquin are pains in Sam and Bucky's ass.

Warnings: Mild action violence, relentless flirting, and Sam Wilson contemplating a career change

Word Count: 831 words

A/N: I think we can all agree that bucky and sam are officially parents.

"We should get a team dog," you said, thinking out loud.

Three voices answered you at once through the comms. Two were a chorus of "NO!" The other, "YES!" You decided to focus on the latter.

"A small golden one…" you continued, ducking behind a concrete pillar as gunfire sprayed the warehouse wall behind you.

"We could name it Ray," Joaquin suggested. You could hear his grin.

"Ooh, like a Ray of sunshine!"

Sam's groan was so loud it nearly drowned out the sound of Bucky vaulting over a shipping container to your left. "Focus, both of you," Sam barked, his wings slicing through the air as he disarmed a guard. "We're in the middle of a mission!"

"And we are not getting a dog," Bucky added, firing at a henchman sprinting toward you.

"But imagine the morale boost!" you argued, popping up to toss a smoke grenade. The room flooded with gray haze, and you darted toward the server room, Joaquin's laughter in your ear.

"Picture it, Buck—little Ray, tiny vest, teeny goggles," Joaquin said. You could practically see him miming the dog's outfit with his hands, even though he was three rooms away, hacking into the security system. "He'd be the best at fetch. And espionage."

"Espionage?!" Bucky snapped. A grunt, a thud—probably him body-slamming someone into a wall. "It's a dog."

"Exactly! No one suspects the dog!" you chirped, sliding into the server room and slamming the door shut. "Quin, how's that hack coming?"

"Already in," Joaquin said, smug. "You're welcome."

"Show-off."

"Admit it, that's why you love me."

Your cheeks warmed.

"Less flirting, more focusing," Sam cut in. The Captain America voice dialled up to 'I'm two seconds from drowning you both in a lake.' "Torres, any alarms?"

"Nope. Smooth as butter. Also, you do love me, right sunshine?" He didn't need to ask, he already knew the answer.

You rolled your eyes, typing rapidly on the server's interface. "Keep dreaming, flyboy."

"Oh, I will. Vividly. With plot."

Bucky made a sound like a feral cat. "I'm begging you two to take this seriously."

"We are!" you and Joaquin said in unison, then burst into laughter.

The two of you had turned into an art form really: you'd crack a joke, he'd retort back, and somewhere between the banter and the bullets, the bad guys ended up in a pile, thoroughly confused about how they'd been beaten by a duo who argued about pizza toppings during a car chase.

"Got the files!" you announced, yanking the hard drive free.

"Great! Now get out before backup shows up," Joaquin said. "Also, duck."

You dropped to the floor just as a guard burst through the door, his weapon whirring over your head. Joaquin's voice turned sharp, all playfulness gone. "Three o'clock. Disarm and go."

You spun, sweeping the guard's legs out from under him and snatching his gun. "Thanks."

"Anytime. Now when do we get this dog?"

"NO DOG!" Sam and Bucky shouted in unison.

The second you spotted the scruffy golden retriever trotting through the lot on the way back to the quinjet, you froze. "Uh. Joaquin. Look."

He looked over to where you were pointing. "Is that…?"

"A literal ray of sunshine," you whispered, clutching your chest. The dog wagged its tail.

"No," Sam hissed.

"Yes," you and Joaquin breathed.

"Not a chance!" Bucky said.

But the dog padded toward you, cocking its head, and dropped a muddy stick at your boots. You gasped. "It's fate."

"Sam. SAM. They're adopting a street dog," Bucky deadpanned. "This is your problem now."

Joaquin scooped the retriever into his arms. "C'mon, Cap! Look at…his eyes. He's got the heart of a soldier!"

"Leave. The. Dog." Sam said.

"Too late!" you said cheerfully. "Ray's one of us now!"

By the time they got back to the quinjet, with the dog, Sam's eye twitch had reached apocalyptic levels. Bucky stared at the retriever, now sitting happily on your lap, and muttered, "If it pees on my gear, I'm shaving it bald."

Joaquin bounded down the jet's ramp, helmet off and hair adorably windblown. "He’s so cute, look at him!"

"He looks like a menace," Sam said, though the corner of his mouth quirked up as the dog lolled its tongue at him.

You scratched Ray's ears, batting your lashes at Sam. "C'mon, Cap. Every team needs a mascot. We'll train him! He can fetch grenades!"

"He'll fetch lawsuits," Bucky grumbled.

Joaquin plopped beside you, shoulder brushing yours. "Admit it. You love him."

Sam looked at the dog. At Bucky. At the two of you, grinning like idiots.

"...He's not getting a rank."

You and Joaquin whooped, high-fiving as Ray barked as if in victory.

"But he is writing the mission report," Bucky added, his amusement showing.

Joaquin leaned toward you, whispering, "Worth it."

"Next step: matching outfits," You whispered back.

His smile could've powered a city. "Already designing them."

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Ok og flyboy fic idea:

Mav is almost like a foot shorter than all the other flyboys, so when he starts getting pissy and tries to fight some one of the other flyboys just picks him up like a feral cat, and mav goes limp because wtf?? Slider starter it when they were slightly drunk and mav was trying to fight some men who they have no idea was even so slider just picks him up bodly to take him back and the moment he picks him up they all realize mav just goes limp. And that's how they figured out mav's off switch.

[torchflies]

Hey TG Fandom, so… y’all wanna hear a devastating AU idea? 🙃

(WARNING: READ THE TAGS)

Bradley doesn't find out Maverick pulled his papers until the summer of 2001 and the fallout is horrible. 

The flyboys take Bradley’s side, because of course they do — that’s their Baby Goose! Slider and Ice, Mav’s partners for over a decade, leave him. They don't mean to, but Ice’s help in pulling the papers gets him and Slider booted from Bradley’s life too and that destroys them, piece by piece and… well, Slider loved Ice first. Slider ends up siding with Ice, but it’s a terrible situation all around.

No one is happy and everyone is broken. 

So, Maverick finally resolves himself to do something about it.

He packs a bag while he's on leave, marches to the airport and buys a ticket to LA. Bradley is studying at CAU, still desperate to become a pilot. Mav, Ice and Slider have been living in DC as Ice climbs the ranks. 

He thinks nothing of it as he boards a flight with double numbers, because the skies are clear that September morning. 

It’s good flying weather and he's going to finally see his boy again. 

But that’s not the Bradshaw he ends up running into. 😭