#hint! halo x phoenix

[growingupbrown]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Javy "Coyote" Machado/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Javy " Coyote" Machado, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Logan "Yale" Lee, Brigham "Harvard" Lennox, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, Solomon "Warlock" Bates, Original Female Character(s), Original Female

 Character(s) of Color Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Ice is still alive and happily married to Mav, Very brief angst and fluff, Small mentions of future Brace, Small mentions of future Omaha x Halo, Small mentions of future Harvard x Yale, Dagger Squad Shannigans, Dagger Squad- Freeform, Just Javy and Jake being disgustingly in love with one another, The rest of the Dagger Squad finding out Javy and Jake are married, The Dagger Squad realizing that Jake actually has a heart and it beats for only one person, Grammarly is My Wingman, The Dagger Squad are just a bunch of overgrown children Summary:

They say that you should always marry your best friend

The Dagger Squad didn't realize that Jake and Javy might have taken that adage too literally

How the Dagger Squad found out that Hangman and Coyote are happily married after the latter gets involved in a training accident.

[beyondthesefourwalls]

Repeated Offenses

Summary: Javy wasn’t sure what the mission was that called them back to Top Gun, but he knew if he was there, Phoenix would be too. He seeks her out that first night, knowing that it would be the same game between them as it always was. One of them was bound to get burned one of these days, but luckily for him, he’s never been afraid of playing with fire. 

Pairing: Natasha Trace x Javy Machado 

Word Count: 3.5K 

Warnings: smut (fingering, oral, unprotected sex), language, banter as foreplay. 

Notes: Inspired by this gif, because that “hey” was too loaded with sexual tension to not have some history. 

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Javy strolled down the dark hallway with a cool kind of confidence, his hands in his pockets and his eyes on all the name tags on the doors. He let out a soft “ah-ha” once he spotted hers, and despite his best efforts, his heart started beating a little bit faster in his chest in anticipation. He cast a cursory glance around to make sure he was still on his own before knocking. He kept it light, mindful of the late hour. He wasn’t surprised when it swung open almost instantly; Phoenix had always been a night owl. 

She didn’t look shocked to see him. Instead, she let out a very unladylike snort and raised one of those dark eyebrows that always relayed exactly how she felt about you. “I knew you would show up eventually.” 

“Aw, Nixy. Were you waiting for me?” 

Immediately her smirk fell into a scowl, the amusement in her eyes turning to a glare. “Call me Nixy one more time, Coyote. I dare you.” 

He knew better than to call her on her bluff, but it didn’t stop his grin from widening. Still, he held up his hands in mock surrender. 

“What do you want?” Phoenix asked, leaning against the doorway. He couldn’t help the way his eyes flickered down to cast an appreciative glance at the way her crossed arms pushed up her chest. The air conditioning in the building made it obvious she didn’t have a bra on, her nipples peaked through the thin material. Damn. 

A scoff met his ears. He tore his gaze away from his daydream to meet her eyes again. “Halo’s room is right down the hall if that’s what you’re looking for. Rumor has it the two of you are a thing now.” 

They weren’t, not by any stretch of the means, nor had they ever been. Not that he probably hadn’t tried once upon a drunk night, but that rumor was based solely on the way Halo had wrapped his arm around her own shoulder in an effort to fend off guys who couldn’t take a hint while she waited for her date to come back from the bathroom. Her very pretty, very female date. But Javy wouldn’t tell Phoenix that, not when he thought he could maybe detect something that smelled like jealousy rolling off of her. 

“Who could you have heard that from?” he asked. He let his eyes widen in fake shock, putting a hand over his heart. “Were you asking about me?”

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Now now, don’t get mad. There’s enough of me to go around.”

Her eyes narrowed and her spine straightened and he knew he was pushing it, so he dropped the act before he ruined his chances completely. But fuck, needling her was like the best kind of foreplay - it always had been.

“Halo and I aren’t a thing,” he said with a simple, nonchalant shrug, leaving it at that. “You jealous?” 

He tested the boundaries by taking a small step forward and was delighted when he wasn’t immediately punched in the face for it. Instead, Phoenix stepped to the side to allow him entry into her room. 

“More like I’m just not interested in being your homewrecking side piece, but whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

He heard the soft click of the lock once she shut the door behind him, and he didn’t have a chance to respond to her quip with one of his own before she was grabbing his shirt in her small, deceptively delicate hands and pulling him down to her. His lips met hers and he couldn’t help but groan. She tasted like mint and chocolate and it dragged him in like it always did. He let his hands fall to her hips and pulled her flush against him as he licked into her mouth. She responded with equal fervor, pushing him further into the room. 

He was acutely aware of the electricity crackling between them, the raw passion that seemed to ignite every time they were in close proximity. It always happened like this, spanning all the way back to their academy days. But it had gotten more intense the last few years, and he would never admit it, but he had missed her. 

Their lips parted, both breathing heavily as they locked eyes, their gazes filled with a mix of challenge and desire. Phoenix’s fingers traced a path from his chest up to his neck, her touch igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume them both.

“Always so eager,” she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of amusement that did nothing to mask the heat simmering beneath the surface. 

“You’re one to talk.” 

“If you can’t handle it, you’re free to go,” she told him. “I could always see what Bagman is up to tonight.” 

Javy shook his head with a grin, knowing that she was trying to goad him. Once upon a time using his best friend against him would have worked. But he knew that ship had sailed, and it hadn’t been the smoothest of rides for either of them. “We both know he doesn’t do it for you, Nix.” 

“You don’t know shit.” 

He let his hand trail up under the hem of her oversized shirt, feeling the soft skin under his fingertips. Despite the warmth of her skin and the glare she was sending him, she shivered. “I know he’s not as good as I am. Did he even make you come?” 

“Maybe he did,” she sassed, defiant as ever. He chuckled, the sound low and mocking in a way he knew would get under her skin even more than knowing that his best friend had told him about their failed tryst. He swore he could almost feel the temperature in the room rise with her ire. 

“Or maybe he didn’t. That’s okay. We both know I’m the best.” 

Her irritated glare morphed into a sharp smirk and a raised eyebrow, and Javy’s cocky grin slipped from his face. He knew before she even spoke that she would win this round - no one ever stood a chance against that look, not even him. 

“Oh, Coyote. Just because you’re better than Bagman doesn’t mean you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

He growled as he slammed his mouth to hers again in a bruising kiss. It lacked any kind of finesse, messy as he tried to purge the thought her teasing had instilled from his mind. Something that felt awfully like the jealousy he had seen in her eyes earlier hit him like a tidal wave, possessiveness that he had no right to feel taking over. He was under no illusion that they were exclusive, but he’d be damned if he let anyone else be better. 

Not when no one could ever compare to her. 

She laughed into his mouth at his aggression, the sound turning into a hiss when he retaliated by biting at her bottom lip. She pulled away with a glare that he paid no mind to. “Take your clothes off,” he told her, “and get on the fucking bed.” 

“You first,” she challenged. He huffed out an annoyed breath, but excitement coursed through him, too. 

Phoenix was a force to be reckoned with, and he couldn’t deny the thrill that came with being caught in her fire. 

With a swift movement, he stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. The toned muscles on his chest and abdomen flexed as he undid his belt and stripped himself bare of his jeans and briefs, too. All the while he kept his gaze locked with hers. The way she watched him as he moved toward the bed made him feel a bit like prey, and he reveled in it. 

She stood before him once he was settled on the small mattress, a slow smirk spreading across her kiss swollen lips as she began shedding her own clothing. Javy’s fingers itched to trace her skin as she pulled her shirt over her head, her sleep shorts quickly following. She had nothing on under them. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, taking in every inch of her. It suddenly felt like it had been entirely too long since the last time they ended up here. She was all perfectly defined curves and toned muscles, her tan skin glowing in the dim light of the lamp. He reached for her, his big hand circling her wrist and tugging her forward. “Come here.” 

She listened to him this time, her eyes never leaving his as she let him pull her onto the bed. He kissed her as she settled onto his lap, her pussy warm and wet against his hard length. He explored her mouth as his fingers dug into her hips, holding her still. He felt her relax into his embrace, losing herself in his kiss. He knew the moment she let her guard down and he capitalized on it, her back hitting the mattress with a small “oomph” as he flipped them. 

He didn’t hesitate, his lips traveling down her neck. He braced himself on one hand as the other slid between her legs. 

“Oh, fuck.” 

He smirked into her skin as her moan met his ears. Her wetness coated his fingers as he teased her slick folds. Their bantering was as effective as ever - she was soaked. 

“All this for little ole me?” he asked playfully. 

Phoenix didn’t say anything, instead just arching into his touch with a gasp. He continued exploration, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach, making her shiver and moan as his fingers teased at her. He took his time, savoring the taste of her skin and the sounds she was making. Their earlier banter had been a game, a way of riling the other up in a way that really only they could do, but now he wanted nothing more than to prove why it was him she kept letting into her bed. 

Javy pushed her legs apart, spreading them wide. Her pussy was as a sight to behold, glistening in the dim lighting of her room. He inhaled deeply, nearly feeling dizzy. “You’re so fucking wet, Nix. That’s how I know you want me.” 

Before she could say anything, he buried his face between her thighs. He couldn’t help the moan he let out as he got the first taste of her. Salty and sweet, with a hint of spice. He licked her folds, dipping his tongue into her core and sucking gently on her clit. She moaned loudly, her hands grabbing his head and holding him against her. He reached up with one hand to cup her breast, squeezing it roughly as his other hand slid two fingers inside her. He curled them, stroking the spot he knew would make her go wild. Her response was exactly what he wanted - arching off the bed, her breathing becoming more ragged. He smirked into her, knowing she couldn't resist him like this.

"Oh god," she moaned, her back curving even further. "Yes, that's it."

He could feel the muscles in her inner thighs tensing as she got louder and more desperate. He knew she was close, but he didn’t want to give her what she wanted quite yet. He extracted his fingers and changed his pace, his tongue flicking over her clit, teasing her and bringing her closer, but not letting her get to the point of no return. 

“Coyote,” she groaned, the hand on the back of his head pushing him closer. 

"Not yet," he said, his voice a low rumble.  He blew a breath against her pussy just to see her shiver. "I want you to beg for it.”

“Fuck you,” she ground out, but it was followed by a moan as her hips ground against his face. Her body was trembling and her wetness was dripping onto his chin, but he continued to tease her, darting his tongue between her folds, making her whimper and buck her hips. She let out a frustrated growl and he smiled, knowing he had her just where he wanted her. 

"Please," she finally whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. 

It was a start.

He applied more pressure with his tongue before he sucked her clit into his mouth. He let his fingers, still damp with her arousal, circle her entrance before slowly pushing in. She let out a loud cry, her fingers digging into his scalp as she tried to hold him closer. It was a glorious sight, her face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and agony.

"Please," she cried out, almost pleading now, her hips bucking wildly as she sought to find that release he was denying her. “Javy.” 

Hearing his name and not his callsign on his lips was his breaking point. He thrust his fingers in and out of her in a frenzied pace, not letting up as he methodically played with her clit, tracing the letters of his name with his tongue against her most sensitive area. 

Her thighs shook on his shoulders, her whole body trembling as she neared her orgasm, and he knew the exact moment she fell into it. She cried out his name again, and the word sounded like everything he ever wanted. He continued to lick into her, his fingers thrusting almost lazily as she rode it out. It was only when he knew she was a little too sensitive that he sat up with a satisfied grin, licking his lips and then his fingers, savoring her taste. Her chest heaved and her body was tinged the prettiest shade of pink as she picked up her head to look down at him, their eyes meeting as she panted. She didn’t say anything, but the dazed, fucked out look she had said enough on how good she was feeling - how good he had made her feel. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he informed her, climbing back up her body and caging her in as he settled on top. His cock was throbbing hard and long against her smooth thigh. He kissed her, their tongues tangling together. She moaned into his mouth at the taste of herself and his cock twitched in desperation. 

“Fuck me,” she breathed against his lips, and the words tasted something like victory. Even so, it was an invitation he couldn’t resist. He slid himself through her warm, wet folds, coating himself in her. She shivered at the sensation and snuck one of her hands between their bodies to wrap around him and line him up where she wanted him. “Javy, please.” 

It was his turn to tremble as the sound of his name on her tongue washed over him again. He slid into her slowly, letting her feel every single inch of him. She cried out, arching her back in reaction to the sensation of him filling her. He took a moment to savor the feeling of being inside her before he began to move slowly, building up a rhythm that they had established years ago worked for them. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. She was so fucking tight, her wet heat pulling him in and begging for more. The sight of her face, flushed and desperate, drove him wild. 

“Fuck, Nix,” he groaned, his hips going faster and harder. 

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

Javy breathed out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Ask me nicely.” 

Her heels dug into his lower back and his laughter cut off into a choked moan as she clenched down harder around him. 

“Kiss. Me.” 

He surged forward to claim her mouth, or perhaps her claim his, in a sloppy kiss. It was a clash of tongue and teeth and spit, and everything that he needed. 

She raised her hips to him, urging him on, and he needed no further encouragement. He thrust into her harder, each stroke eliciting a desperate sound from her that he swallowed greedily. Her nails dug into his back and he felt the sting, but he didn’t mind. If anything, the thought of having her mark on him made him even hotter. The sounds of their combined pleasure echoed in the small room, a wet, satisfying sound, and he knew it wouldn’t be long for either of them at this point. He could feel himself nearing the edge, his cock throbbing inside of her.

He pulled away enough to look at her face, loving the way she always looked in these moments. She was gasping for her, her skin flushed, her eyes wide with pleasure and desperation. Her pussy clenched tightly around him. 

She was close, so very close. 

“Come for me,” he rasped against her lips. “Come for me, baby.” 

“You first,” she choked out through a moan, and he huffed out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. He reached down between them to press his fingers against her clit, moving them rapidly. Instantly, her orgasm was washing over her. She shook beneath him as her walls clamped down on him, her pussy gushing around his cock.“Oh, fuck. Javy!” 

The sight of her coming apart underneath him was more than he could take. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. He could feel his balls tightening, begging for release. He thrust into her one final time, pleasure coursing through his body as the coil inside of him snapped. He emptied himself into her with a shout of her name, her actual name, and a fleeting thought that it had been far too long since he felt this content. 

He collapsed afterward, his chest heaving and his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her arms wrapped more securely around him, her breathing growing steadier. It was only when she tapped him lightly on the back, a silent complaint of his weight on her, that he knew he had to move. He pulled out slowly, glancing down and savoring the sight of his cum seeping from her. 

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, and Phoenix laughed lightly at the curse. He shot her a tired wink as he pushed himself off the bed. His nakedness didn’t bother him at all as he crossed the small room to the even smaller bathroom, running a washcloth under the faucet. He brought it back to her in silence, handing it over. She took it with a small smile and a nod of gratitude and he watched as she wiped away the mess between her legs. 

He tried not to dwell on the fact that she rarely let him clean her up himself. Despite the fact that it was his cum seeping out of her, she claimed it was too intimate of an act. 

When she was done, she discarded the damp cloth onto the floor. She stretched out on the small bed with a satisfying groan, tugging up the blanket at the foot of the bed to cover her. He had to actively hide the pout that wanted to creep up on his face, both at the vision of her being delightfully naked going away, and at the unspoken message she was sending him that she was done for the night. 

With a sigh, he reached for his discarded clothing. 

“You ready for tomorrow?” he asked, hating the silence. 

 “I’m always ready.” Javy rolled his eyes, but didn’t disagree. He’d be wrong if he did, afterall. “Any theories on what it might be?” 

He zipped up his jeans before he sat at the chair at the small desk in the corner, working on getting his socks and shoes back on. “No clue. It feels like it’s going to be crazy though.” 

He hadn’t let the strange mix of anxiety and excitement come through until right now. Their next mission was always a gamble, and something about this felt different. When Javy looked up, it was to see her smirking from where she lay on the bed. She raised a dark eyebrow when he caught her eye. “Should be fun.” 

He huffed out a laugh as he stood. He slipped his shirt over his head and double checked that his phone and keys were still in his pocket before he walked over to the bed. Phoenix looked up at him as he approached, curiosity written on her pretty face. He gently grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up and leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. He coaxed her mouth open, their tongues tangling together. It was slow and unhurried, so unlike the rest of their exchanges that night. Just when he felt her sinking fully into it, he forced himself to pull away. He pressed a kiss to her cheek before leaning into her ear. 

“I hope you’ll be able to focus on flying tomorrow, and not thinking about how good you just had it. I’d hate to be a distraction,” he whispered. He winked as he turned to the door, and her outraged gasp followed him as he closed it behind him. 

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Main Masterlist

Notes: I have a partially written super angsty part two that explores more of them during the events of the film, if anyone would be interested.

Thank you to @roosterforme and @sylviebell for not letting me get out of writing this one and for the help along the way!

[cherrycola27]

To Hec and Back

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader (Call Sign Hecate)

Warnings: Language, drinking. Sub!Jake, praise kink, degradation kink, spit kink, thigh riding, slapping, choking. Strip Club. Smut, 18+ Minors DNI. Jake likes girls who are mean to him.

Next Part

Out of all the girls in the world that he could have had his pick of, you aren't quite sure why Jake Seresin set his sights on you.

You never flirted with him, you never went out of your way to talk to him, and if you did talk to him, it was strictly work related or a civil hello if he spoke to you first.

Yet, no matter how many times you gave him the cold shoulder or blew him off, Jake still tried to flirt with you or get a rise out of you.

You aren't sure what part of it he wasn't understanding. You weren't leading him on, there was nothing that you were doing that would even hint that you were remotely interested in him.

Quite frankly, you were straight up mean to him.

And maybe that's why he couldn't seem to get enough of you. Sure Phoenix and Halo would be "mean" to him, but when they did it, it was in fun, it was joking around, however when you told Jake to 'fuck off,' you meant it.

But no matter how many times you pushed him away, Hangman would come back with his thousand watt smile, a swagger in his step, and a hopeful gleam in his eyes— just like he was doing right now.

"Another drink for the lady." He smiled as he set a whiskey sour down in front of you before perching on the bar stool next to yours. You rolled your eyes and huffed before pushing it back towards him.

"Bagman, do you know what the definition of insanity is?" You asked him.

"Can't say I do Hecate... why don't you educate me?" He smirked at you, his signature toothpick shifting in his mouth.

"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result." You informed him.

"Wow, pretty and smart." Hangman grinned at you before sliding the drink back to you.

"Bagman! You are certifiably insane! You just don't get it do you? No matter how many times you buy me a drink, or talk to me, or try to flirt with me, I'm not going out with you. Dost thou comprehend?" You tell him pushing the drink back to him and standing up to get your things.

You turned your back, missing the dejected look on Jake's face before he plastered a smirk back on it.

"Don't flatter yourself sweets, no one said I was being nice to you, to try and take you on a date." He drawled out.

You whipped back around and looked at him, fire burning in your eyes.

"Oh, so it's all just a ploy to sleep with me then isn't it? Another notch in your bed post then?" You growled at him.

Jake didn't miss the flash of hurt in your eyes as you spoke. His face dropped immediately as he tried to regroup. He reached out for your arm as his features softened.

"Hec, that's not—" He tried to explain, but you weren't having it.

"Save it, Seresin! I'm done with this conversation, and I'm done with you. If you could just get it through your thick skull that I don't like you, I've never liked you, and I'm never going to like you!" You yell at him as the other aviators watch.

Jake should have took a breath and walked away. He had already put one foot in his mouth. He didn't need to add the other. He should have let it go. But, he didn't.

"I never asked you to like me. I was just trying to be nice to you because you walk around with a stick up your ass and act like a bitch 99.9% of the time, but don't worry I'll stop!" He yelled at you. Jake immediately regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.

He could hear the collective gasp of the other patrons of the bar. He saw Penny move to get ready to ring the bell, but everyone seemed frozen waiting for your next move.

You stalked closer to him, your footfalls were soft, like a big cat sneaking up on its prey.

You looked at him, trying to read his expression. His face was hard, his jaw clenched tight.

You searched for any saving grace, a sliver of hope that he might have regretted what he said, but found none.

You eyes flicked to the drink, the whiskey sour long for gotten until now.

His eyes followed yours as he seemed to figure out what you were going to do, just seconds before it happened.

You lunged forward and curled you fingers around the glass and jerked it from the bar top.

Before your nerve could waver you gripped it tightly and flung the liquid in his face before slamming it down on the wooden bar.

Jake recoiled at the action and then opened his mouth to speak.

"Can it, Bagman." You sneered at him. You want to call me bitch? Fine. I hope you're ready to see just how big of a bitch I can be! You always wanted to know why they called me Hecate... well, you're about to find out, " you stated darkly before turning on your heels and stomping out of the Hard Deck.

Once you were at your car you heard the clatter of a bell and the chants of "Overboard". Good, you thought he deserved it.

As Jake wiped the sand from his pants he thought about two things.

One, that was a real dick move he just pulled in there. And two, he had never been more attracted to you in his life. Call him a glutton for punishment, call it years of being told that if they were mean to you, it was because they had a crush on you. Call him insane, but he couldn't help it. No matter how you framed it or how crazy it seemed, Jake loved the mean ones.

You didn't have time to wait around after you left the Hard Deck, you had places to be. Fifteen minutes later, you were pulling into your second place of employment, somewhere that your coworkers didn't know about, some where, where the men paid you too be mean to them.

You got out of your car and grabbed your bag from the trunk. You double-checked to make sure your Pleaser heels and your black leather body suit were in there before heading in. You also double-checked to make sure no one you knew from work was around. You didn't feel like explaining that you are a Naval aviator who moonlighted as a stripper.

You weren't ashamed of it, you loved your second job, it made you feel powerful. But, there were some who didn't understand.

You made your way into the club and got ready. You spoke to your friends before D-Dawg the DJ announced your set was up.

Jake made his way into the club. He needed a place he could drink and clear his head, and where better to do it, the a strip club surrounded by beautiful women.

Jake got a whiskey neat and took a seat near, but not right at the stage.

He looked up at the dancer, and he couldn't belive his eyes. "Hecate?" He whispered out.

"She great isn't she?" A man said leaning close to him.

"She only works on Friday and Saturday night. If you're looking for someone to rock your world man, Hec is it." He says before going up to the stage and tossing a wad of money at you.

Jake immediately finds one of the bouncers and buys and hour with you in a VIP room after your set is finished.

When you finished your stage set Grillz, your favorite bouncer told you that someone bought an hour in the VIP room with you.

You made your way to the room, plastering a smile on before walking in.

Your smile immediately dropped when you saw that Jake fucking Seresin was your VIP.

"You've got to be kidding me. Jake, what the FUCK! How did you know I worked here? Nevermind, don't answer that, you need to leave." You yell at him.

"No way, sweets. I paid for an hour of your time, and I intend to get my money's worth." He challenges you leaning back on the leather love seat.

You take a deep breath, you could have Grillz kick him out, or, you could use this time to your advantage and break him. You chose the latter.

Your heels clacked against the floor as you walked up to him.

He looks up at you, waiting for your next move.

"Well, if you're so determined to stay... I'll make sure you get your money's worth Lieutenant." You whisper in his year. You lean your hands on the wall behind him. He looks up at you from the leather love seat. With him sitting and you in your Pleasers, you're towering above him. You breast are straining against your leather body suit as they dangle in his face.

"I just have one rule, you can look, but you can't touch. Think you can follow that?" You ask him.

"Yes." He states

"Yes, what?" You ask, grabbing his face with your perfectly manicured red nails and forcing him to look at you.

"Yes Ma'am" He replies.

"Good Boy." You state before walking over to the bar cart in the room. Jake lets out a strangled groan as he adjusts himself through his pants. Even in the dim light, you can see how hard he is.

"Oh, do you like being called a Good Boy Jacob? Should have known you had a praise kink. We don't get where we are without one, do we?" You smirk at him.

Something about you using his full first name and you being so dominant is doing things to him.

"Whiskey?" You ask, holding up the bottle.

"P—please" He stammers out.

You grab one glass and pour a generous amount in it.

You waltz back over to the love seat and straddle his waist before making yourself comfortable on his lap. His cock presses into you.

He moves to grab the glass from your hand.

"No, no," you tut, lifting it out of his reach.

The thumb of your free hand traces across his bottom lip. "Open," you command, and he does as he's told.

"Good Boy" you praise him before tipping your head back and taking a long sip from the glass, but you don't swallow it.

Instead, you lean closer to him and spit the warm amber liquid into his waiting mouth.

Once it's full, he closes his mouth. "Swallow," you tell him, and never one to not follow orders, Jake obediently swallows every drop."

"Such a good listener for me, Jacob." You praise him as your hands begin to run through his short blonde locks, and you grind down on him.

"Fuck, Hecate" He curses out as you roll your hips to the beat of the song that is playing.

His hands fly to your hips in a desperate attempt to gain more friction. He needs to touch you.

The minute he does though, you stop. Your hand yanks him back by the roots of his hair.

"Now, now Jacob, what did I say the rule was?" You ask him with a condensing tone.

"I—" he stammers out not paying attention to you.

You slap him, not hard enough to do leave a mark, but hard enough to gain his attention.

"What is the rule?" You ask again, this time more firmly.

"I— I can look but I can't touch." He finally tells you.

"That's right. See, I knew you were a good boy who listened. Now, hands by your side or next time I won't be so nice." You tell him as you resume your movements.

"Do you like me because I'm mean to you Jakey? Did you grow up having Mommy and Daddy tell you that if a girl is mean to you it's because she likes you?" You ask him.

"Yes." He tells you, his eyes raking over your body, mesmerized at how your curves move.

"Aww, Jakey likes the mean ones. A praise kink and a degradation kink. So predictable." You tut before sliding your hands down his chest.

One of them wraps around his throat. You lean in close to him. He groans as heat rises in his body, he shouldn't be this close to cumming, but damn if he isn't.

You apply some light pressure. "Oh, Jacob. Poor, sweet, stupid Jacob. I'm not mean to you because I like you. I'm mean to you because you're a cocky asshole who thinks he's God's gift to women." You breathe into his ear.

"I'm mean to you because there is just something so fucking great about putting men like you in their place." You finish as he squirms under you.

"Are you close Jacob?" You ask him, moving faster against him, grinding down harder.

"Fuc— yes" He groans out throwing his head back.

You laugh at him. The vibrations from it cause him to jerk up and close his eyes.

"Ah, ah, ah" you scold him. "Open you're eyes, you're going to look at me when you cum. Understood?"

He nods his head furiously.

"Words Jacob, words." You tell him.

"Yes Ma'am." He grunts out.

"We only have five minutes left. I'm going to count down from ten and when I get to zero you're going to cum for me."

"10, 9, 8, 7..." he breathes out harshly "6, 5, 4, 3...2...1.. cum for me Jacob." You tell him and he does as your ask, cumming hard in his pant like a God damn teenager.

"Good Boy, such a fucking Good Boy for me" you praise him.

You go over go the table and grab some tissues. You throw them at him.

"Get yourself cleaned up, and when you come back tomorrow, don't be such a cheapskate and get the Champagne Room." You tell him before walking out.

He sits there for a moment, breathless, trying to process what just happened.

Yep, Jake Seresin definitely like the mean ones.

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[fanboyswhore9]

This Girl

Moodboard by: @mshistorylover

Pairing: Pairing: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x Fem!Aviator!Reader, based on the song, This Girl by Hunter Hayes.

Summary: Mickey and Y/N have been dating for eight months but haven’t expressed their love in those famous three words. They confide in friends for advice and courage, culminating in Mickey dedicating a song to Y/N during a karaoke night.

Sequel to “Addicted to Love”

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Eight months into their relationship, Mickey Garcia and Y/N had formed a bond that neither of them could deny. They were deeply in love, but the words they longed to say remained unspoken, hanging in the air between them like a sweet, tantalizing secret.

Mickey, known for his charismatic personality and unwavering dedication to flying, had found someone who captured his heart in ways he couldn’t have imagined. Y/N, with her infectious laughter and unwavering support, had become the missing piece to Mickey’s adventurous life.

One sunny afternoon at the Top Gun Academy, Mickey found himself in the company of his close friends from the Dagger Squad, including Rooster, Hangman, Coyote, Bob, and Payback. They had gathered on the Academy’s rooftop, a quiet and serene spot overlooking the airstrips. The clear blue skies stretched endlessly before them, offering a sense of peace amidst the rigorous training and challenges they faced.

Mickey took a deep breath, looking out at the horizon as his friends sat in a circle, sipping on their beverages. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh, prompting Rooster to raise an eyebrow. “Everything okay, Mickey?” He shifted his gaze to his friends, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. “You guys know I’ve been with Y/N for a while now,” he began, his voice tinged with emotion. “But I haven’t told her that I love her, and it’s driving me crazy. I don’t want her to think it’s too soon or that I’m not serious.” His friends exchanged knowing glances, realizing the weight of Mickey’s unspoken words. Jake leaned forward, his voice supportive. “Dude, you’ve got to tell her how you feel. It’s the only way she’ll know.”

Meanwhile, not far from the rooftop gathering, Y/N found herself sharing her thoughts with her closest friends since their Academy days, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace and Callie “Halo” Bassett. They sat under the shade of a tree near the dock, the gentle rustling of leaves providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Y/N spoke softly, her eyes reflecting the vulnerability she felt. “You know, I care about Mickey so much,” she confessed. “But I’m scared to say it. What if it’s too soon, or what if he doesn’t feel the same way?” Natasha and Callie exchanged understanding glances, their support unwavering. Natasha offered comforting words. “Sometimes, Y/N, you have to take a chance and let your heart speak. You’ll regret it if you never tell him.”

As the sun cast a warm glow over the Academy, both Mickey and Y/N carried the weight of their unspoken feelings, unsure of when and how to bridge the gap between their hearts. Despite their shared love and deep connection, Mickey and Y/N had yet to find the right moment to express their feelings. Each passing day only intensified their longing, and they began to seek solace in the advice of their friends.

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As the weeks went by, a unique opportunity presented itself at the Top Gun Academy. It was a warm summer evening, and the Hard Deck, the iconic bar owned by Penny Benjamin, was hosting a lively gathering. This was a rare moment of respite for the pilots, a chance to relax and unwind in a setting that held a special place in their hearts. The Hard Deck buzzed with laughter and camaraderie. The bar’s rustic charm, adorned with aviation memorabilia, added to the atmosphere. Penny, a familiar face to all, greeted everyone with a warm smile and a sense of belonging.

The Dagger Squad and Y/N’s friends from the Academy found themselves together at a corner table, enjoying the vibrant ambiance. As the evening progressed, Mickey couldn’t help but glance at Y/N, who sat across from him, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she shared stories with Natasha and Callie. Payback, sensing his friend’s internal struggle, leaned in and nudged Mickey gently. “Tonight’s the night, buddy,” he whispered. “You’ve got to tell her.” Mickey nodded, his determination growing. “You’re right. I can’t let fear hold me back.” Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Y/N sat amidst her friends, feeling Mickey’s presence as a comforting beacon. She took a deep breath and glanced at Natasha and Callie, who exchanged encouraging smiles.

As the night went on, Penny decided to host a karaoke competition, a surprise twist to the evening’s festivities. The crowd erupted with excitement, and friends egged each other on to participate. Mickey’s heart raced as he realized this could be the perfect opportunity. He leaned over to his friends, a determined look on his face. “I’m going up there,” he declared. Rooster, Hangman, Coyote, Bob, and Payback exchanged knowing glances and offered Mickey their full support. “Go for it, dude!” they chorused.

On the small stage, Mickey took a moment to compose himself, his heart pounding with anticipation. The spotlight bathed him in its warm glow as he looked out at the audience. He cleared his throat and adjusted the microphone, feeling the weight of the moment. Before he began singing “This Girl” by Hunter Hayes, Mickey spoke into the microphone, his voice filled with emotion. “I want to dedicate this song to someone very special. To the one who’s stolen my heart and made every moment unforgettable. Y/N, this one’s for you. Hopefully this song tells you how I feel about you.”

His heartfelt dedication hung in the air, reaching Y/N like a warm embrace from across the room. Her heart skipped a beat as she gazed at him, feeling a rush of love and gratitude. With that dedication, Mickey poured his heart and soul into the song, making it a truly unforgettable moment for both of them.

He began to sing the familiar lyrics of “This Girl” by her favorite artist, Hunter Hayes, pouring his heart into every word. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only Mickey and his heartfelt message.

🎶 “I love this girl watching that throwback movie with a glass of wine,

My real deal girl with her hair up, guard down

Telling me what’s on her mind

Call me crazy, but I don’t think I’m

Ever gonna have a hard time learning how to love this girl.” 🎶

As he sang, Mickey’s eyes locked onto Y/N’s, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. The connection between them felt stronger than ever as the room filled with the sincerity of his words.

🎶 “My paradise is that bedhead beauty with the sleepy eyes

My best night is anyone that ends with her

Yeah, I swear that I'd trade everything I chase

They could take it all away

Long as I get to love this girl.” 🎶

Mickey’s voice soared through the room, and as the final notes hung in the air, he stepped down from the stage, his heart pounding with hope and anticipation. The applause that followed Mickey’s performance was thunderous, and his friends from the Dagger Squad cheered for him with pride. Mickey, however, had only one person on his mind as he navigated through the crowd to where his girlfriend stood in the crowd. He couldn’t wait any longer to express what had been in his heart for so long.

Reaching her side, Mickey gently took her hand and looked deeply into her eyes. The world around them seemed to blur as he began to speak, his voice filled with emotion. “I love you, Y/N.” Her eyes welled up with tears of joy as a radiant smile spread across her face. She had been waiting to hear those words for what felt like an eternity. With a voice choked with emotion, she whispered, “I love you too, Mickey.”

In that tender moment, their unspoken words had finally found their voice. Their love was now out in the open, stronger than ever. Without hesitation, Mickey cupped Y/N’s face in his hands, and they shared a passionate kiss, sealing their love with a promise of a future filled with adventure, support, and boundless affection. Their friends couldn’t have been happier for them. The room erupted in applause once again, with their fellow pilots and Academy friends celebrating their newfound happiness. As the night continued at the Hard Deck, Mickey and Y/N danced together, reveling in the newfound freedom to express their love openly. The Dagger Squad and their friends watched with affectionate smiles, knowing that this was a moment to cherish.

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Surprised You Back

Not everything has to be finished and polished right?

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x  Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Prompt: AO3 @unk365. Phoenix is actually hurt that Rooster didn’t tell her he would be stateside.

Being back on a carrier reminds Natasha how grateful she is to be on shore duty. Everything is so cramped and enclosed yet exposed. At least for now she has the bunk to herself while she packs. They got a night to sleep off the mission and in a few hours, they’ll be flown to Germany and then on to California and back to their lives.

Someone knocks impatiently. “Phoenix?”

She drops her extra flight suit on the bunk and rushes to the door. Natasha doesn’t open it fast enough for Rooster. Still dressed in his black tee and flight suit from the day before, he pushes his way in and sweeps her into a hard hug. 

Nothing that weighs on her can withstand the firm, protective hold of Rooster’s arms, even when she wants to resist. Immediately, she melts into his chest. The last time she saw him was on deck after he and Maverick emerged triumphantly from the enemy F-14. Shortly after, everyone who’d flown the mission was hurried to medical but they’d kept Maverick and Rooster overnight. 

“What did they say?” she asks.

“All cleared.”

He loosens his hold enough for her to look up at him. Something about him looks different, more settled, sure of himself. It takes her a moment to notice the way he’s looking at her, a question in his eyes as his gaze falls to her lips then up again.

Her stomach drops at the realization of what he wants. “That’s good,” she says firmly. 

“Nat.”

She backs out of his arms. “I’m glad you and Maverick made it back.”

“Natasha.” There’s a new hint of command in his voice that startles her heart rate. His hazel stare turns stubborn. 

Natasha takes a breath to steady herself. “What Bradshaw?”

This time when he says her name, it’s gentle and tentative like the way his fingers brushed the back of her neck that night. Afraid of what she sees in his face, she pivots and returns to packing “I need to get this done before Halo gets back,” she reports briskly.

“I wanted to say something before we left—.”

“Why don’t you eat first? We have a few hours.”

“I meant yesterday.”

Natasha adds her flight suit and tees to her bag while Rooster’s presence looms behind her. 

“Can we talk?” A touch of impatience and pleading enters his words. The door thumps shut firmly. 

Her heart hammers against her ribs. The Hard Deck a few weeks ago wasn’t exactly the place to remind him that before he’d strolled back into her life unannounced, they’d had another talk. And rehashing it while they were vying for a spot on the dagger team wasn’t the best idea because Rooster needed to focus on what she needed from him as a pilot.

[pollyna]

Out of all the Dagger squadron Callie is the one who knows Admiral Kazansky the longer and, even before Top Gun, she was already eating at his table one every seven days. Just without Maverick around, even if she knew he was married. After every piece just fits where it should.

She was twenty-seven when an imposing dude, a Lieutenant Commander, asked her to be the attache during a conference with some Chinese delegation. Callie had accepted so fast she almost fell out of the chair for the enthusiasm and the Lieutenant had left her room laughing under his breath because oh this kid. In the end she had to do very little because Admiral Kazansky knew exactly what to say and how to say without her help, but he offered her a job because he knew her knowledge was going to be useful sooner than later. Callie had worked for two whole years with the man, in briefings, war rooms she theoretically wasn't supposed to be, over breakfast at the Admiral house with other ten people and over dinner in gala she hated but not how much the Admiral did. She worked for him and with him, learning as much as she could, translating during the Admiral's bad days when his fingers where as fast and hard as the things he would have liked to say but couldn't. When she got called in Top Gun, for the first time, she was barely thirty and the Admiral had hugged her and said you're for the skies not for boring politics. After it was a deployment after another, flying, flying and flying a little more, always to be the best alone and with her WSO.

The second time around Top Gun the Admiral wasn't around to say goodbye or to hug her but he sent a mail with enough big words in it to let Callie understand how important the mission was.

So, when at the end of it all, the squadron starts going around the Admiral, please Callie call me Tom or Iceman at which she answered just if you start calling me Halo Admiral, and the Captain's house she remembers where most things are and she starts making breakfast most of the mornings they stay over to sleep and Bradley himself looks a little lost the first time he has to find a cup in the immensity of the kitchen cupboard. Everybody looks at her like she grown a third head but Mav puts a photos of a younger Admiral and Halo in their whites, in front of the ONU's building. She was the second kid before every single on of you, Bradley excluded the Captain says a shirt two size to big over his pj's pants and Ice hugging his wrist. Fitz almost burns a stack of pancakes, Harvard's glass shatters on the ground and Phoenix murmurs to Bob holy shit I need that photo you see how cute Halo was.

That was a day Tom signs and Halo laughs because yes, yes that was a day she answers before going back to cutting the fruits and ignoring the one hundred questions they all have.

(The weirdest person to be around is Maverick, at the end of the day, because she knows the Admiral but his husband is the wild card. But, in the end, they bond over on too many breakfasts and all the crazy and wild things Tom did for Pete when he was searching for a present for his birthday.)

[supremeinlilac]

The Weeping Angel

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2007

Warnings: none???

Summary: An introduction story with Billie Dean, how you met on the Hotel Cortez's devils night

A/N: For @lilypadscoven !! Thank you for always pushing me and being so supportive, here's your little Billie fic :)) ps sorry for any mistakes, I have yet to go through it <3

Gif by: @illuminated-blue

It wasn’t the first time you’d had to spend a night in a sketchy motel in downtown LA, and although you’d hoped you’d gotten yourself to a place where you wouldn’t need to rely on them, you knew it wouldn’t be your last.

The wallpaper was dusty, peeling at the join of the ceiling to reveal the damp clinging to the walls. You tried to ignore the mildew that crept across from the corners, dark and whispering and eery against the dirty white paint.

There was a hole where a past resident had quite obviously punched through the wall and into the bathroom, showing the fragility of the plaster that separated you from the rooms next to you. The room was alive with past anger, souls in the walls with spindly arms that reached for the living.

It was cold, and you shivered beneath the itch of the hotel blanket, wrapped loosely around your shoulders. The motel windows did nothing to still the cool draft of the city night, allowing it to cut through ill-sealed panes.

You’d left your college accommodation earlier that evening, clothes thrown haphazardly into a rucksack as you’d hurried to leave. You hadn’t time to collect your personal belongings in the rush, so you knew you’d have to return there at some point.

There was no point worrying about the why’s now, you were locked in the room and you were safe. Safely unsafe in one of the roughest areas you could find, but you knew they wouldn’t think to look here. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about the details of your leaving.

You could hear the almost constant wail of sirens as police cars zipped past the motel, piercing and fading as they neared and went.

You sat with your back against the wall, in the space beside the bed. Your laptop balanced on your crossed legs, you connected to the flaky hotel Wi-Fi to try and get some of your college work completed before your food arrived. You still needed to keep up with your work if you were to have any semblance of a future.

A muffled sniff broke your concentration, cutting through the thin wall to you. Trying not to pry, you refocused on the illuminated screen, words blurring as the sound didn’t cease behind you. Sighing, you tore your eyes away from your work and onto the floor.

You were meant to be keeping a low profile, goddamn it.

Listening, an ear to the rough wallpaper, you closed your eyes to better gage if the occupant next to you was simply unwell or was crying. You settled upon the latter when a clatter of what you assumed was the bedside lamp fell to the floor, and the sniffling intensified.

“Are you alright?” you spoke to the wall, wrapping your knuckles against the plaster to show that you were talking to her.

Another sniff, this one an obvious attempt to disguise it as a cough. Feminine, you concluded, closing your laptop and sliding it onto the bed so you could shuffle around.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” Billie spoke, the pads of her fingers coming to wipe hesitantly under her eyes at the smear of mascara.

She stopped pacing at the sound of your voice, coming to kneel at the wall where she thought you’d come from. Unknowingly, you both reached up to the wall with searching fingers, resting on opposite sides in a fateful mirroring. Reaching out.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I-” she paused, voice cracking as she shook her head in surrender, “no.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“I- I can’t,” Billie confessed, forehead falling to the wall with a thud that you felt from your side.

You could practically hear the pain in her voice, the fear. You nodded in understanding, despite her not being able to see you. Luckily for the mysterious woman in room 124, you were capable in the art of distraction and it was an apt skill for moments like these.

“Okay. Well, urm- I, what’s your favourite colour?”

“I don’t- wait what?”

Her confusion had you subconsciously repeating the question, fingers pressed to the wallpaper as if you’d slip right though and into the woman’s arms, able to hold her and chase the demons that plagued her.

“Pink,” she rasped, “like the faded kind.”

You hummed, your stranger in pink.

“What’s your name?”

“Billie Dean Howard,” she paused, a small smile flickering at the corner of her mouth, “medium to the stars.”

“I’m Y/n. Medium to urm, LA?” you laughed uncomfortably, unsure of why she’d spoken her name as if a catchphrase.

Billie’s eyes narrowed to the wall momentarily, were you mocking her? She felt the tugging need to feel offended by your taunt, the familiar jolt of anger under skin. It would be easier to be mad, to rage at the world for giving her this gift and putting her in danger; but the silk to your voice softened her.

“You don’t know me?” She assumed, an expecting tone in her voice that made you faulter. You’d never really been one for reality television, even for factual programs like Billie’s.

“I’m sorry, should I?”

“No, I suppose not,” she trailed off, happy that you were in the dark about her personality. Glad you

People who knew her were curious, always asking questions she would be too eager to answer with a bat of her lashes and a confident tone. But on this occasion, she was relief that no questions would be asked.

Questions about what happened would be dangerous if answered. She knew she could never speak of the happenings if she valued her life, or those around her.

Billie Dean wasn’t stupid. But she was scared.

Your phone buzzed beside you and Billie jumped, hand to her chest to still the frantic beating of a nervous heart. Your food had arrived, and you moved away from the wall with a whispered goodbye.

Your new absence was overwhelming for the medium, panic looming as eyes darted around the dimly lit room. Lights from passing cars cast menacing shadows across the walls, each resembling ghosts from the hotel.

Reaching claws to drag her back to the Cortez, a change of their mind. Why should they let her go, when they could have much more fun with her in that chair.

Tears fell freely again and she let out a strangled sob. The phantom touch of the knife against her throat had Billie reaching up to push it away, the whir of the hand drill behind her closed eyes. She’d been so close to death, practically tasting its breath against her tongue as it mocked her.

The crack of a knock against her door pulled her from herself, and had her hastily wiping her tears with the back of her palm, smoothing down the dress with trembling hands.

Was it her, at the door, ready to finish her off?

Treading lightly against the scraping of old carpet, Billie Dean made her way to the door, fingers ghosting over the handle as she willed herself to be braver.

Through the peep hole, with Billie holding a nervous breath, she saw your back, and how you kept glancing up and down the corridor as if someone were to jump out. So you were frightened of someone, something, too. Just as she was, running.

With a shaky exhale, Billie drew the door open. You turned at the familiar click of the mechanism, a shy grin ghosting on your face as you held the takeaway bags up in silent offering.

Hello.

She was so familiar, almost as if you could reach out and touch her and remember. As if your past self was emerging to greet you again. A phoenix in fire from the ashes, a weeping angel from the rubble of death.

It’s you. It’s going to be you.

You couldn’t help but rake your eyes over the mysterious women silhouetted in the doorway. She looked out of place here. Too perfect to be haunted.

Your stranger in pink wasn’t actually your stranger in pink.

She wore a cornflower blue dress that held delicate white flowers, too dainty and too perfect to be dampened by the tears that tracked through her natural make up. It was cinched at the waist and just served to make her look ever smaller, more frightened. Like a child awoke by a nightmare.

Her hair was dishevelled, and it haloed her face in rays of glowing honey.

A weeping angel.

She wore pearls around her neck. Expensive and slightly scratched, as they get when they are someone’s favourite accessory and must be worn.

You could see where her rosy acrylics had picked her skin raw, worrying it unforgivingly between the nails. See the pain and fear reflected in her eyes, could she see it in yours too?

“Hey,” she whispered, ushering you past her and peeking into the empty corridor as if staying out in the open for too long was dangerous for the both of you. Maybe it was.

In her room you saw no belongings, nothing personal that would serve to tie her to the space around her. It was as if she were an echo before you, neither here nor there. An angel sent and trapped as a mortal, an echo.

She patted the bed beside her, drawing the table closer for you to place the bag on. You hesitantly set it down, moving to perch next to her and shyly look down at hands clasped on your lap.

Uncomfortable silence filled the air, thick and suffocating and it made your joined hands clammy with sweat. You busied yourself by unwrapping the food on the table, there wasn’t much due to your need to save money and only buying for one, but it would go round. You didn’t suspect that she’d eaten that evening either.

“Thank you.” She smiled, and you offered her one of the boxes of food with a shy glance. You assumed she meant for more than just the food. Her eyes conveyed what her words could not.

There was only one pair of chopsticks so you passed it back and forth, wordlessly, gratefully. The hum of the TV balancing upon the wall giving a welcomed distraction from talking, although you talked anyway.

You’d described your degree, your hopes and plans while she listened, the hint of a smile again on the smudged lipstick. She still looked beautiful, you thought, even with her messed up makeup and leg that bounced unrelentingly against the floor.

She still looked like an angel to you, one carved from marble, imperfectly chipped by the sculptor. Too broken to be granted eternity but ethereal all the same. A mortal angel among the living.

The angel spoke with chords of light and you were caught, hanging onto every word that dripped effortlessly from her silver tongue. She spoke about nothing, about everything.

At one point, Billie Dean reached her hand tentatively towards your, searching for the comfort of a strangers touch. You didn’t shy away from that touch; because even though there was safety in loneliness, you couldn’t help but feel the shelter from her invisible wings.

Perhaps Billie Dean Howard could be your safety, and you hers.

You knew she was running, and maybe she could run faster if she had an encouraging hand held fast in her own. Your hand. You weren’t an angel but your hands were steady. They were strong and guiding and made of your own marble. Forged by your own touch instead of the delicate chisel of an artist.

Neither of you asked the other why salty tears dried against the curve of delicate cheek bones, knowing that knowledge would do nothing but bring more pain. More pain that neither needed.

After all, misery likes company, and both of you were content to give that, even just for the night.

You hoped for more, but could learn to settle for a single moment of her presence, if that was all the weeping angel could allow.

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E3 2019: Microsoft Reveals Next-Generation Xbox Scarlett At E3 2019

As we expected, the Xbox E3 2019 press conference brought an official announcement of the next generation of Xbox. For the time being, the project is codenamed "Scarlett" and has a release window of Holiday 2020. It will coincide with the release of the highly-anticipated Halo Infinite, which got a new trailer during the press conference, but unfortunately, we won't hear much more about that game until 2020.

Lots of details remain unclear: We didn't see what Scarlett looks like or find out how much it will cost, among many other things. Instead, Microsoft talked up Scarlett's incredible specs and hardware capabilities, and it sounds like a big step up from the current Xbox One systems. The company says it's four times as powerful as the Xbox One X as a point of reference. Scarlett comes equipped with an SSD and components capable of 8K resolution and 120 FPS. Load times should be much faster, on top of the myriad other improvements made possible by this next-gen hardware.

The original story follows.

It's no secret that Microsoft is at work on a next-generation Xbox console. Just when that system will be revealed is the big question, but signs have been pointing to the Xbox E3 2019 press conference as the likely time and place. Microsoft has been known to drop a cheeky message or hint at a big console announcement, and it seems like there's precisely what it's doing in the lead up to E3 2019. Ahead of Sunday's Xbox briefing--the Xbox stream is now live if you want to watch--Microsoft has dropped a subtle but clear hint at a new console showing up.

Within its daily countdown videos for the Xbox press conference are RGB color codes for the specific color scarlet. For some time, rumors have suggested one of the next-gen Xbox systems is codenamed "Scarlet(t)."There are rumors of other Xbox consoles under the codenames "Anaconda" and "Lockhart" as well, which could pave the way for Microsoft to mimic the Xbox One S and X setup of the current generation.

Back to the tease: In the "3 Days To E3" video, the background had the text "R 255," and the next day had "G 36," and Saturday showed "B 0"--this turns out to be 255, 36, 0, or scarlet. You can see screen caps of this in the tweet below.

In the past, there were hidden messages in pre-E3 videos that teased Project Scorpio, which turned out to be the Xbox One X. And in the lead up to Microsoft's press conference this year, we expected news of new console hardware at the show given that head of Xbox Phil Spencer made mention of it last year.

If Microsoft is indeed announcing a next-gen Xbox at E3, it will be doing so during its press conference on Sunday, June 9. It begins at 1 PM PT / 4 PM ET / 9 PM BST (6 AM AET on June 10). You can watch the event live here on GameSpot or follow our Xbox liveblog.

For all things E3 2019, check out all our coverage of the latest announcements and news; catch up on all the Xbox One games we'll see at the show, the details on Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order gameplay, and everything that happened at EA Play.

Later this day, A Captive State prequel Beyond the Phoenix had been showcased for its gameplay featuring Jurgis and Danny, in the alien invaded Chicago and London between 1990 and 1991.

(source: gamespot.com)

[kusunogatari-a]

[ As You Wish ] [ @despairinghxpe ] [ Uchiha Itachi, Suigin Ryū ] [ Verse: Ryū no Ryokan]

“Itachi...Itachi, wake up...!”

Obsidians fogged with sleep open to look at the gentle whisper. A small halo of white chakra lights Ryū's face, blooming from her palm to illuminate an eager smile and sparkling silvers. “...what...?”

“I want to show you something.”

The Uchiha's brow draws. “...what time is it...?”

“After midnight.”

“Ryū, what...? Why now?”

“Because, it's your birthday now, silly.”

Itachi stills, taken aback. “...how do you know that...?”

“It's in the bingo book.”

A brow perks. “You...looked at my bingo book entry?”

“Well...how else was I going to find out? I knew you'd never tell me if I asked.”

After a pause, the raven sits up and chuckles. “...fair enough. All right, then...what are you showing me...?”

“Well, it's going to be a bit of a walk...feel up to it?”

“...I suppose.” There's little use in lying – she'll know the moment he feels weary. And it's more than likely she'll simply carry him, if she's determined enough.

She's done it before.

“Okay...come on!”

Once he's dressed, Itachi lets Ryū lead him through the house to the paths outside, the glow of her chakra to guide them. Fireflies stir as they move, the air warm and heavy with moisture. But rather than into the buildings, she takes them toward the valley's wall. “One rule: don't take your eyes off your feet.”

“I'm not about to trip.”

“That's not the point – just do it!”

“All right, all right...”

She should have said climb rather than walk.

The stairs are unforgiving, carved right into the steep mountains that form the vale's edge, worn by generations of her line and their journeys. After several stops for breath, the pair ascend to the crest of the shelf-like cut into the mountain where the shrine rests.

As Itachi calms his lungs with hands on his knees – tired, but not ill – Ryū turns back to look the way they've come. “...okay. You can look now.”

“What am I...?” Looking up from his hunkered posture, Itachi stills.

Having ascended through the fog line, a blanket of white obscures the valley floor. It almost looks as though they're standing among the clouds themselves. But the sky is clear, and above them is a wide expanse of star-splattered sky – so many, there's hardly a patch of black to be seen, no light to dull them. At this height, Itachi almost feels he can touch them.

Between the plumes beneath them and the heavens above, it's as if everything else has ceased to exist, leaving just the two of them in a void of starlight and mist.

“...I've spent quite a few nights up here like this...too tired to make my way back down after a day of training. But it still takes my breath away...”

Itachi manages to tear his eyes from the view to her figure, even more ghost-like in the moonlight. “...I can see why.”

She in turn gives him a glance and a smile. “...I thought this would be better than any thing I could give you. I know it might be hard to see, but...”

“...I can see what I must just fine.” Scarlet of Sharingan blooms from the black, but it's not the stars he's looking at.

Hesitating as she notices as much, there's a tick before she asks, “...want to sit down...?”

A nod is his reply. The pair of them drop to the plateau's edge, Ryū carefully cozying to Itachi's side. “So...is this worth a little lost sleep...?”

“Very much so...thank you. I've seen the stars many nights, but...never quite like this.”

She gives a hum, head leaning upon his shoulder with a soft sigh. “...happy birthday.” The offering is quiet, her apparent happiness at the milestone still tempered by the somber knowing that he has few of them left...if any.

“...you know, you haven't told me yours.”

“Hm?”

“Your birthday.”

He can feel her cheek rise against his shoulder as she smiles. “True...and I have no bingo book profile for you to cheat from...”

“Well then, you at least have to give me a hint.”

Ryū is quiet for a moment. “...it's the tenth day of the tenth month.”

“Drat, I've missed it, then...”

“Just a few more months...” Ever so slightly, her tone tinges airily, trying to cover up the fact that time is not on their side.

“...not long at all. I'll try not to miss it...days often get lost on the road.”

“...fair enough. I suppose I can forgive you if you do...”

He turns his head to glance at her, but she keeps her gaze forward and upward.

“...enough about that, though. This is your birthday, now. Maybe we'll see a comet, and you can make a wish...?”

“I have very little left to wish for with any possibility of coming true.”

That draws her gaze. “...you can't think of anything...?”

“Mm...perhaps one thing...but I've no need for comets.”

There's a draw of her brow, but it raises in surprise as Itachi's smile tilts into a soft smirk. “...all right, then...what do you want?”

“Just a little something...” In a slow but fluid motion, he tilts around to bring his face to hers, stealing a kiss as her expression softens.

“...is that really what you'll use a wish for...? You know you need only ask. In fact...I wouldn't even mind if you didn't.”

“...then perhaps I'll think of something else, and...save it for later.”

That finally brings a smile back to her face, and her head returns to its perch upon his shoulder.

“...as you wish.”

     Hello and welcome to the sappiest thing I have written in...a very long time x’’D But hey, it’s Itachi’s birthday, and this is the first time I’ve celebrated it in...a while. Because I typically forget, rip.

     So while this verse can’t really have a happy ending, I figured I can at least give it happy moments. Hence a really mushy birthday blurb for him. And of course it’s shippy because when do I ever not write shippy, I mean...come on.

     Anyway...while I have a few other Itachi floating around in my mutuals, I haven’t really interacted with any of them, sooo...I’m being biased and writing this for Phoenix’s Itachi specifically, buuut you can take it however you want lol

     Because Itachi in general needs some happiness and love, okay.

     ...and now it’s getting late and I still have drafts to do sO I’m going to stop my blabbering and go see what else I can get done xD

     Happy birthday, Itachi - you’ll always be my problematic fave <3

[pollyna]

Phoenix starts writing Natasha Shen-Trace on her notebook when she is eighteen because Callie Shen appeared in front of her during a presentation and now she can't thing of anybody else. She still doesn't have a callsign or knows what a callsign is but she is going to merry Callie, just as she is sure she is going to be a aviator for the Navy.

The first time Callie, now Halo, see Natasha, now Phoenix, she is almost thirty and the other woman is twenty eight. They're both at a conference and Halo is there to help Admiral Kazansky with the various delegations, even he doesn't need to. Someone, who she will soon learn is the Admiral's husband, makes Phoenix laugh and everyone is watching at her and Halo is awestruck because her laugh as such a nice sound, one of those you want just to listen and listen all over again.

They meet, in the end, at TOP GUN when the same Admiral's husband is having the time of his life making their lives impossible. Halo makes the first step introducing herself the night before the beginning of the lesson and Phoenix almost spills her beer on both of them. Oh she is cute is all Halo's brain can think and she is even cutter when she blushes because she realises who she is. Phoenix's hand is soft when they shake it and is soft around her waist when Bradley Bradshaw sits in front of a piano and starts to sing and she make her stay there with them. Halo doesn't know the song but everyone is laughing and singing and she doesn't really want to leave now.

(Phoenix takes all her courage between her hands and kisses Halo's cheek when they're saying their goodnights. She knows she is blushing but Halo is smiling back at her and oh that was totally worth it.)