#bobs twin sis

[awaywith-thefaeries]

YOU MIGHT WANT TO STEP ASIDE | j.seresin

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x floyd!reader

summary: two times your boyfriend and twin brother had to stand up for you, and the one time you shocked them by doing it yourself

warnings: anxiety, shy reader, protective Hangman, protective Bob, insecure reader, self doubt.

a/n: this idea came about when @cherieann-2001 and I were discussing the dagger squad with twin siblings, and we came up with Bob’s twin sis. @cherieann-2001 i’m sorry this took me so long! I hope you like 😊.

word count: 4K

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the time where your brother introduces you to his friends…

The noise coming from the beachfront bar makes you pause as you follow behind your twin brother. Your hand reaches up unconsciously to grab at the back of Robert's uniform, tugging just hard enough to make your brother pause and turn around to see your eyes shooting from side to side, one of your clear tells when you're nervous.

"You're ok, y/n/n," Robert says gently, bringing his hands up to rest on your shoulder's, knowing from experience that the weight of it brings you comfort when you start to get anxious.

"I...I d....don't think I w...want to g...go in there, Robbie," you say, tripping over your words as your breathing starts to get heavy.

"It's gonna be okay, y/n/n, you're gonna be just fine," Robert says again, pulling you into a tight hug in which you manage to get your breathing under control, "it's just gonna be Nat and some of my squad, we'll have our own table and you don't have to talk to anyone else for the entire night if you want."

Robert can see the exact moment when you make the decision to come into the bar, the spark of curiosity lighting in your eyes at the mention of your brother's co-pilot. You had met Natasha "Phoenix" Trace shortly after your brother's squadron had been permanently assigned to the San Diego base, where you had been working as a kindergarten teacher for the on-base school for the past two years. Being so close to your brother again has been so fun, with the two of you hanging out in every spare moment you had.

The two of you had grown up very close, with Robert being the protective older brother (by three minutes, you had always been quick to whisper sarcastically under your breath whenever he had tried to pull rank) to your quiet, unconfrontational manner.

"Are you ready to go in, or do you need a minute?" Robert asks, hand coming up to rest on the top of your head.

"I...I'm ready," you say, reaching out to tug on your brother's arm and follow after him as he puts his arm around your shoulders and steers you toward the entrance to the bar, under the shining sign reading THE HARD DECK.

Immediately, the noise of the bar makes you flinch and Robert's arm around your shoulders squeezes slightly, and you turn to look at him, finding him already looking at you, asking you if you're okay with his eyes.

You nod at him and tap on his hand, which he lets fall off of your shoulder as he nods towards a booth near the back of the bar, situated right by a pool table. You drop slightly behind him as you follow, preferring to take in your new surroundings from your slightly hidden vantage point behind your brother.

"Bob!" A voice calls from the direction of the table, and you peek slightly around your brother's shoulder to watch as a tall blonde man with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen saunters up to Robert and swings an arm around his shoulders, pulling him forward into a light headlock. You watch, slightly frozen as your brother laughs and fake punches the new man in the stomach, causing him to release Robert, and take a step back, hands going to his hips, stance relaxed as he smiles.

You're so entranced with watching your brother and his pretty friend that you don't notice Natasha coming up on your right, holding a glass of sparkling water in one hand.

"Hey, Y/n," she says softly, just loud enough for you to hear, but not so loud as to startle you.

You turn to look at her, and the first real smile of the night graces your lips.

"Hi Nat," you say, voice quiet as she smiles. She gently holds out the glass of sparkling water to you.

"For you!"

You look down and take the drink from her, thanking her shyly as she smiles at you and tips her head towards the booth, inviting you to go sit with her.

You glance at your brother, finding him already watching you, the tiniest gleam of pride in his eyes as he nods encouragingly. You smile and as you’re turning back to Nat, your eyes meet those of the man who had greeted your brother. He’s looking at you, not staring so much as just observing, and you shiver a little under the the intensity of his green eyed gaze.

Taking a tiny leap of faith, that has your stomach whooshing from the unfamiliarity of it all, you shoot the stranger a shy smile, before quickly ducking your head and sitting down next to your friend.

Much later, you’ve loosened up enough to laugh a little with Nat, who has been sitting with you at the table since you’d arrived. You have even met some of your brothers other pilot friends, including the first guy who had approached the two of you. You’ve learned that his name was Jake, but everyone calls him Hangman. You haven’t had the courage to ask why they call him that, but you noticed your eyes straying to the tall blonde more times than you care to admit. He just has this aura around him that makes you gravitate towards him, although your anxiety won’t let you do more than watch from afar.

“Hey, I’m gonna run to the ladies room, are you good here for a bit?” Nat asks you, scooting out of the booth and standing, waiting near the head of the table. You smile, nodding as you wave her away, scooting out of the booth as well.

“Yeah, I’m gonna g…go get another drink, I think,” you say and Nat nods, before heading towards the back of the bar.

You watch her go for a second, then glance around to spot your brother in the middle of a game of pool with one of his friends, Coyote, you remember.

You steal yourself and then make your way through the crowded space, ducking between people until you stand at an open space at the bar.

You watch as the pretty bartender, smiles at the brown haired man she was talking to, who you remember is called Maverick, before making her way over to you.

“Hey, can I grab you a refill?” The woman asks, nodding to the empty glass in your hand.

“Um y…yes pl….please,” you say, stuttering through your words.

The woman’s smile puts you a little bit more at ease, as she asks what you’re drinking.

“Just sp…sparkling w….water.”

The woman nods at you and takes the cup from you. As she uses the soda spout to refill your glass, she introduces herself as Penny, the owner of the Hard Deck.

“We don’t usually get a lot of new customers this time of year,” she says, pushing the newly full glass back towards you, “are you new to town, or just passing through?”

Something about the way she seems so at ease puts you immediately at ease, and you only trip over your words once as you answer, voice getting a little stronger with each word.

“I live about t…ten minutes away, and my brother is in the Navy, he was just recently assigned here. I don’t usually go out by myself, but he asked me to meet some of his friends here tonight.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, who’s your brother?” Penny inquires.

“Um Robert Floyd? You’d probably know him as Bob.”

You wave a hand in the direction of your brother. Penny nods, turning back to you with a smile.

“Well you are always welcome at the Hard Deck! I didn’t catch your name, dear.”

You give your name, and Penny smiles at you once more, before heading off to help another customer.

You look down at your glass to hide the small smile that plays across your lips at the idea that you just met someone without the buffer of your brother.

You’re so caught up in your own head as you make your way back through the tables, you don’t notice the man until it’s too late.

A body slams into yours from the front, causing your water to splash over your hands and down your front as you stumble backwards. Just as you feel yourself falling, a warm presence appears at your back, steadying you with an arm around your shoulders as another pushes out in front of you. The tan hand shoves the man who had hit you, sending him away from you with such a force that he staggers before righting himself.

You look up at the person who saved you, only slightly surprised to see Jake already staring down at you, concern apparent in his gorgeous green eyes.

“What the fuck man?!” The man who had shoved you says loudly, causing you to jump slightly and subconsciously move in closer to Jake’s side.

“Watch where you’re going!” Jake’s voice holds the slightest hint of anger and you instinctively deflate a bit as you open your mouth to apologize.

“Not you, sweets,” Jake says, unknowingly making your heart flutter wildly in your chest at the name, “you did nothing wrong.”

Jake’s hand smooths over your shoulder, as he glares at the other man. The guy scoffs and looks around, as if making sure he doesn’t have an audience, before swinging his glare back to you and Jake.

“Um, I didn’t do anything wrong here! She was the one not looking where she was going!” He accuses, gesturing at you and making you shrink even further into Jake’s side, shame rising when you feel your eyes start to burn with tears.

“You’re gonna want to watch how you speak to her, jackass.”

Jake’s voice is so hard that the guy visibly blanches, and not so subtly takes a step back and away from the angry pilot at your side.

“Apologize to her for spilling her drink, and then fuck right off.” Jake commands, and the guy mutters the quietist apology you’ve ever heard and then disappears into the crowd.

Jake’s hand strokes over your shoulder one more time and then it’s gone. You turn to look up at the man who had come to your rescue, and Jake gently smiles down at you.

“You alright, y/n?” He asks, gaze sweeping quickly over the front of your dress, clearly soaked through from your spilled water, before flicking back up to your face.

“I….I’m o…okay,” you stutter, shame rising at the idea of this handsome man seeing you so humiliated, “th…thank y…you for rescuing m…me.”

“It’s no trouble, sweets,” Jake says easily, swinging his big green jacket off of his shoulders and draping it over your form.

“What do you need?” He asks, once you’ve settled into the material, hiding your soaked dress, noticing your eyes darting around quickly.

Jake’s niece is a shy little thing who has many of the same tendencies that Jake has recognized in you throughout the evening as he watched you sitting with Phoenix. He saw the way your natural tendency is to roll your shoulders forward slightly and curl in on yourself, your hair falling forward to hide that beautiful face from the world.

You stand staring at him in shock for a few seconds, before mentally shaking yourself.

“I’m o…okay, just maybe to sit back down,” you say, and Jake nods, guiding you back over to the booth.

“Wait right here, I’m gonna go grab you another soda water, and then we’ll just sit here until everyone’s ready to go, okay?” Jake asks as you sit down. You nod at him, playing with your fingers as you wait. Once you hear him walk away, you glance up and survey the bar, spotting Nat and your brother engaged in a pool game with Coyote and Rooster watching on.

You shuffle yourself a little deeper into Jake’s jacket, and close your eyes for a few moments, breathing deeply to let the shocking encounter roll off your shoulders.

“You doing okay, y/n/n?” Robert asks as he slides into the booth next to you. You smile up at him, letting your head fall on his shoulder as his arm comes up to rest over your shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You feel your lips pull up into a smile as you watch Jake lean against the bar and chat with Penny and Maverick, while Penny pours another sparkling water.

“Good.” Your brother is smiling at you when you turn your head to look at him. You grin back, and then let your head drop back onto his shoulder, waiting for Jake to come back with your drink and letting yourself relax into the evening. You might have been anxious going into this evening, but you feel perfectly at ease right now, with your brothers arm around your shoulders and your new (and ridiculously handsome) friend sinking down into the other side of the booth and sliding a fresh glass across the table to you, eyes bright as he settles into a comfortable conversation with your brother.

✯✯✯✯

the time where someone makes the mistake of cutting in front of jake’s girlfriend in line…

The sun is glistening brightly over the ocean as you sit back against your boyfriend’s chest, a soft beach towel beneath you and a book in hand.

The waves lapping against the sand, and the familiar feel of Jake’s fingers combing through your hair lull you comfortably towards sleep, and you close your book, setting it beside you on the towel as you lay your head back against Jake’s shoulder. You eyes are closed as you feel your boyfriend’s arm come up to drape across your chest, caging you into his embrace.

“What are you doing, sweets?” Jake’s voice brings you back from the edge of sleep, his lips brushing across your forehead as his arm across your chest squeezes gently, his fingers drawing small nonsensical patterns on you collar bone.

“Just taking in the moment,” you sigh, shifting to meet his eyes, head still resting on his shoulder. His green eyes gleam with mischief as he meets your gaze.

“But I want to know who she picks,” he says, gesturing to the novel you had put down.

Embarrassment flushes through you as you think about the romance book you had been reading, with its drama filled love triangle.

“Y…you were r…reading it?” You ask, tripping over a few of your words, face burning as you turned your head back to the ocean, away from Jake.

“Hey,” Jake drops his face to your neck, nuzzling you and pressing kisses to the sensitive skin there, “don’t be embarrassed. It was quite an interesting story.”

“Y…you really think so?”

“Of course, y/n/n! I like everything you read.”

“O…okay,” you smile, getting distracted by the attention your boyfriend is lavishing on your neck. You squirm in his grasp as he blows into your neck, causing the two of you to start laughing, as you shake him off and then immediately curl back into his chest, yawning as you snuggle into him.

“What do you wanna do for the afternoon then, Sweets?” Jake asks, fingers going back to trace across your collarbone.

“I don’t know, but I know I’m going to need a coffee for it if it involves being awake,” you say, the heat of the day and the general sense of comfort you feel around your boyfriend contributing to your sleepiness.

“Alright then, baby, let’s get you caffeinated!” Jake says, putting your book into the tote bag lying next to him, before helping you up and shaking out your towel, “Call me selfish, but I’m definitely gonna be wanting your sweet company for a lot longer today.”

You giggle as you hold the bag open for him to deposit the now folded towel in, grinning as Jake uses the opportunity to brush a kiss over your nose. He grins back at you, taking the tote from your hands and slinging it over his shoulder, crooking his elbow so that you can hold his arm.

You snuggle in as close to his side as possible while walking, letting him lead you toward the beaches parking lot and his truck.

You climb into the passenger side after Jake opens the door for you, settling into the well worn leather seat, as your boyfriend starts the engine, pulling out of the beachside parking lot, through a neighborhood, and onto the little high street of your seaside town.

A few minutes later, you’re standing in line outside your favorite coffee truck. Jake has run to the restroom in the shop across the street, leaving you to keep your place in the line, which due to the popularity of the truck, wraps quite far down the sidewalk. You are standing quietly, content to just observe the going’s on of the little high street, when you feel more than see a body push in front of you in line, knocking you back and off balance. You stumble, bumping into the woman behind you, who kindly steadies you, smiling as you stutter out an apology, face flushing in embarrassment.

“No worries, my dear, it wasn’t your fault,” she says, shooting a dirty look over your shoulder at the line cutter, before smiling at you once more and going back to reading the magazine she’s holding.

You turn back to face the man now standing in front of you, as if he’d been waiting in line like the rest of you. You start to think about just letting him stay in the line in front of you, before thinking fuck it and clearing your throat loudly.

The stranger turns around, and the look in his eyes makes you wish you had just let him cut the line. But you’ve come this far and you can hear your brother’s voice in your head telling you to stand up for yourself and not let anyone push you around, so you lift your chin, and ball your hands to stop them from shaking.

“Yes?” The stranger grunts, glowering at you as if you were the one in the wrong.

“Y..you just c..cut in the line. It actually starts b..back there,” you say, pointing down the sidewalk to where the last person in line is standing. You’re trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, wanting to believe that he had just accidentally just into the line.

The guy just stares at you for a long moment, and you grow more and more uncomfortable by the second. You eventually drop your arm, and wait for him to step back out of the line.

“I…i…i…is it r…r…really,” he scoffs, exaggerating the stutter he puts on as he takes a step closer to you, staring down at you with a mena glint in his eye. “What are you going to do about it, huh?”

Your stomach drops as he crowds you, eyes welling with unwanted tears, which you try furiously to not let escape. You take a deep breath, something which he notices and smirks at, eyes portraying that he’s fully confident in his victory.

Just as you open your mouth to say something, you feel a familiar presence at you back, as your boyfriend slings an arm around your chest, pulling you back into his.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do, buddy,” Jake’s voice is all authority, as he stares down the other man, while simultaneously providing you comfort by letting his fingers stroke over your shoulder as his arm across your chest acts as a protective, comforting barrier, “you’re gonna back the fuck off from my girl, you’re gonna apologize, and then you’re gonna march yourself right to the back of the line and wait, just like everyone else is.

The two men seem locked in a stare down for a few tense moments, as your hands come up to grip Jake’s forearm. The line cutter holds strong for a solid five seconds longer before blinking and taking a step back.

“Fine, whatever.” You and Jake watch him as he walks away, not even in the direction of the end of the line.

You feel Jake’s arm tighten briefly across your front, before it fell away, one hand gripping your hand, spinning you around and into his arms. You hands land on his chest, and you stare up at him, struck breathless from the clear adoration in your boyfriends eyes.

“You okay, Sweets?” He asks, on hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah,” you sigh, and he searches your eyes for a few moments, no doubt making ure you were being truthful, before dropping his head to brush his lips against yours.

“Well aren’t you two just the sweetest.”

You pull away from Jake and look towards the voice, seeing the woman who you’d stumbled into. She was smiling, the skin around her eyes crinkling as she does. You smile back, slightly apologetically.

“I’m sorry again for knocking into you,” you say, still feeling guilty despite knowing that it hadn’t really been your fault. The woman waves you off.

“It’s no problem at all, dear,” she says, before glancing between you and Jake. Jake nods at her, silently thanking her for helping you out. She smiles back, eyes glazing over for a second.

“You two have a beautiful day, alright,” she says, before gesturing to the coffee truck’s open window, which you hadn’t even realized had gotten closer, till you were the next people in line.

“You too, Ma’am,” Jake says, hooking an arm around your waist, “now, let’s get you caffeinated, baby.”

✯✯✯✯

the time where someone makes the mistake of hitting on Jake in front of his girl…

🎶Slow Ride. Take it Easy🎶

You laugh, bright and open as you and Jake walk in to THE HARD DECK to the first strains of “Slow Ride” coming from the jukebox in the corner. When you look over towards the music corner, you laugh even harder as you spot your brother and Rooster grinning back at you, and the man next to you.

“Of course, it was them,” Jake laughs, and guides you towards the group of pilots who had quickly become your friends after Bob introduced you that first night at the Hard Deck.

When you reach the table, you sit next to Phoenix and Jake scoots in after you.

“How has everyone been?” You asks, shifting into Jake’s side as his arm takes up its usual spot around your shoulders. Your brother scoots into the booth across from you, and pushes your favorite drink towards you.

“Thanks Robbie,” you smile, raising the drink to your lips and taking a sip.

Much later, you and Natasha are coming back from the bathroom together, where you both had been freshening up after an intense match of darts between Jake and Bradley had left you both crying with laughter, which subsequently caused your mascara to run.

“Omg, look y/n/n,” Nat says, pointing towards the bar, where a fake busty blonde is currently trying to shove her boobs into your boyfriends face.

“Not again,” you complain, which causes Nat to laugh and loop her arm through yours, as you make your way through the throngs of bar patrons to your table. You keep you eyes on the blonde currently chatting up your Jake, although he remains completely un-responsive to her advances.

It’s only when she starts to brush her hand along Jake’s arm, and leans in the closest she’s ever attempted that you and Nat both stand up, and Natasha looks to you for a moment.

“You want me to deal with her?” She asks, rolling her shoulders as if preparing to physically remove the woman from the bar. You love your friend for being so ready to come to your aid, but based on the fact that regardless of Jake’s repeated dismissal of the blonde, this is the third week in a row that she has tried, even you and your non confrontational nature are getting frustrated. Natasha and Bob have dealt with distracting the woman away from Jake every other time she has attempted to put the moves on, but this time, you shake your head at your friend and motion for her to sit down again.

“No, thank you Nat, but I think I’m going to go over there tonight,” you say, the two drinks you had had earlier giving you a courage you normally didn’t possess as you push your hair away from your face and turn to walk over to the blonde to hopefully, finally get this woman to back off from your man, leaving Nat cackling gleefully in your wake.

Meanwhile, Jake drums his fingers in a nonsensical pattern on the bar as he keeps his gaze firmly off of the woman on his right, currently crossing her arms under her breasts, so that her tiny top strains to keep her breasts in.

Penny smiles at him as she slides his beer over to him.

“There you are, soldier.” She says, and Jake laughs at her, shooting her his signature grin as he lifts the pint to his lips ad takes a swig.

“Thanks a million, Penny Pie,” Jake says, jokingly using the nickname that the squad had given Penny when she and Maverick had announced to them that they were getting married.

As Penny walks away, the blonde, Jake thinks her name was Jessica?, moves closer to Jake, brushing his arm with her chest and blinking her heavily lined eyes up at him.

“Oh, the bartenders taken, stud,” she says, in a tone which suggests she thinks that she is saving Jake from a horrible heartbreak. He shifts away from her again and is about to ask her to please leave him alone, when someone beats him to it.

“So is he.”

A grin immediately finds its way onto Jake’s face at the sound of your voice and he turns around, immediately spotting you a few feet away, arms crossed over your chest, eyes glaring at Jessica and an adorable pout on your lips.

“Hi, baby,” he says, opening his free arm for you. You move towards him and wrap your arms around his middle, leaning against him. You kept your glare on Jessica, as the blonde looked between you and Jake, mouth slightly agape.

“Really?” She asks, tone biting and frankly mean, “this is who a stud like you is with?”

Jake frowns, arm tightening around you, as he opens his mouth to defend you. But again, for the second time that night, you beat him to it.

“Yeah, I am,” you say, smiling at the blonde who glares back at you, “and I’m also the person who he’s going to continue to be with, so you might wanna step aside and take your desperate attempts elsewhere.”

You flick your hand at her, still riding the high of your drinks from earlier and then once she leaves, you turn your head you look up at your boyfriend. Jake is gazing down at you, the look in his eyes heated.

“Baby…” he trails off, hand coming up to brush across your cheek, “that was…”

You smile a little sheepishly up at him.

“A little out of character I know,” you say, feeling a little dramatic and self-conscious for what you just did.

“…extremely hot.” Jake finishes his sentence, grinning as he brings you in for a kiss.

“I love you, Jake,” you whisper against his lips.

“I love you too, baby.”

a/n: thank you so much for reading! My requests are open, so if there is anything you’d like to see me write, please check my rules and feel free to ask! I should be able to get to a lot more because I’m free from college for the summer! I always love to chat and appreciate every reblog, comment and like. Happy Reading!

[maxillness]

FU In My Head || MV33 x Perez!twin!Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, Google translated Spanish, yearning, oral (m)

Wordcount: 1.4k

He knew it was wrong. He knew he had to stop, but god did it feel so good

Imagining her body while her jerks off, was the worst sin he’s done to date

Imagining it was her hands on his cock on his own

Imagining her mouth on his cock as he comes

Imagine getting fucked by her as he laid in his bed, coming down from his orgasm

It didn’t help she showed up at the garage or motorhome, he couldn’t exactly tell her to leave, he couldn’t actually tell her anything, as he would stutter rapidly every time he caught her scent in his nose

“Good job, Max” She said, coming up behind him, touching his waist softly, making him turn his head towards her

“Thank you” Even just the two words he couldn’t get out, stuttering too much

“You seen my brother?” She leaned her head closer to his ear, the talk of engineers and mechanics filling the motorhome

“He’s in his drivers room” Surprisingly he could get his words out in an understandable voice

“Thank you” She let go of his waist, walking towards Checo’s drivers room

“¿Alguna vez vas a hacer un movimiento?” Are you ever going to make a move?. She slid down the wall of the drivers room as Checo spoke to her in that loving brother tone

“No pienso” I don’t think so. She said taking a sip of the water bottle he had given her

“¿Por qué no? Obviamente le gustas” Why not? He obviously likes you. He sat down on the couch opposite to her, leaning back

“Lo sé, pero quiero ver cuánto tiempo le toma a él mismo hacer el movimiento” I know, but I want to see how long it takes for him to make the move himself. She sighed, putting her head against the wall

“Eso nunca va a pasar y lo sabes” That’s never going to happen, and you know it. He said, chuckling, almost laughing

“Si quiere meteres en mis pantalones, tiene que decirlo él mismo” If he wants to get in my pants, he has to say it himself. She said smiling, sliding her legs up to her chest

“Eres algo tuya” You’re something of yours. She didn’t listen to his comment when she heard small whines from the other side of the door

She knitted her eyebrows together as she listen “Please. Fuck, yes” Followed by a small moan

“¿Qué?” What?. He asked, seeing at her confused eyes

“Nada” Nothing. She looked back up at him, picking another subject to talk about than the previous

She tried focusing on the conversation with her brother, but she could still hear into the room behind her

“Please, fuck. Yes, just like that. Y/N…” The moan that came from his lips indicated he came with her name rolling off his tongue

“¿Quieres que te lleve de regreso al hotel?” Do you want me to take you back to the hotel?. He asked standing up from the couch

“No gracias, primero necesito hacer algo” No thank you, I need to do something first. She said, standing up as well, groaning slightly at the pain in her lower back

She waited until Checo had left before she knocked on Max’ door to his drivers room

He opened the door, his face turning all shades of pink as he saw her standing there with a slight smirk on her lips

“Can I come in?” She asked, thickening her accent purposely, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he sank

“S-sure” He said, opening the door wider for her to enter

“Did you have a good wank?” She asked, sitting on the small table in the room, watching the way the blush turned deeper

“Did you hear that?” He asked, almost impossible to hear his words

“All of it, darling” She smiled, crossing her ankles, pushing her chest out, looking at him with eyes filled with filth

“All of it?” His eyes looked into his shoes, hands into his pockets of his jeans

“Get over here, amar” She said, spreading her legs, giving him space to stand in between them

She slowly walked over to her, never once looking up at her. She hooked her finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at her

“If you wanna get in my pants, tell me” His hands was placed on either sides of her thighs, too close for him to think straight

“What?” His words were stuck in his throat, hurting to get out

“Tell me. Tell what you’re thinking about when you’re alone” Her hands was placed on his waist, pulling him closer, lips almost making contact

“I won’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what you need” She said when he didn’t speak

She leaned in, lips so close of any of them spoke, their lips would graze each other

“Please… I want you so bad. Thinking about you every time I’m alone” He almost let out a whimper when their lips touched

“Good boy” She leaned in, their lips colliding.

He kissed back immediately. Her hands went to his jaw, pulling him into a rougher kiss, his own hands coming to rest on her waist

She forced his lips apart with her tongue, making him gasp slightly. He whimpered at the feeling of her tongue against the walls of his cheeks

Her hands traveled from his jaw, down his torso and landed under his shirt, making him shiver at her cold fingers

They only parted when she pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it at the ground

She went back to kissing him, but this time at his neck, drawing on low moans from him

“I-i can’t keep- Shit… Quiet” He let out a quite louder moan when she started sucking at his skin softly, making him cover his mouth with his hand

“You fucking better” She got off the table, grabbing his wrist, taking his hand away from his mouth “I don’t know how many people are left” She smiled, guiding him back towards the couch

“Sit” She forced him down on the couch, drawing out a huff from him “Buen chico” Good boy. She said, going down on her knees in front of him

He held his breath as she unbuckled his belt, looking up at him through hooded eyes, pure lust in her eyes

He lifted his hips so she could pull down his jeans, his boxers as well, helping him step out of them, throwing them with his shirt

“Tan bonito” So pretty. She said, kissing his inner thighs, making him spread his legs apart, giving her access to scoot in between them

“Please” He pleaded as she grabbed his hips, pulled him closer to the edge, her face just in front his rock hard cock

“Patience, chico” He whined, but it was soon replaced with a moan when she softly licked the tip of his cock “Quiet” She said, voice stern

“Jus’ feels so good” He grabbed the edge of the couch, knuckles turning white from the force as she drove back to lick softly at him

Her nails was digging hardly into his skin, surly making marks for him to see tomorrow, for him to feel tomorrow

He tried keeping his hips still, but he felt the need to buck them once her tongue started swirling around his tip

“Please… Stop teasing” His eyes was shut closed, mouth hanging silently open, head thrown into the back of the couch

She gave in, hollowing her cheeks, taking all of him in, making him hit the back of her throat, gaging around him

He shivered at the vibrations, feeling the pleasure in all of his body. The moan he tried to hold in, came out as a whimper instead

“Please… Feels s’ good” His thighs shook, almost trapping her body between them

She sped up, holding her hair away from her face with one of her hands, the other still roughly around his hip

“Fuck, please… Y/N, please” His words were breathless as he started twitching in her mouth

“‘M close” He managed to keep his sounds at bay, only letting out small whines

Her tongue dragged up his vain as she went up, which pulled him over the edge, whole body shaking as he shot his cum down her throat, barely able to contain his moans

She helped him down from his orgasm before popping off him, swallowing his cum and standing up

“Are you okay, cariño?” She asked, kissing his forehead, the sweat covering her lips

“Mhm. Fine” He opened his eyes, taking her hands and kissing the back of them “Thank you”

“Anytime, bebé” She smiled, helping him getting his clothes back on

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Next up, Parkroyal Collection Marina Bay with their Blossoms Pavilion Box or Celestial Lantern Box. A collection of Peach Blossoms' mooncakes, exquisitely crafted with flavours like Charcoal Peach Long Jing with Okinawa Brown Sugar Mochi, Mung Bean & Red Bean Symphony, Single Yolk with White Lotus Paste, and Double Yolk with White Lotus Paste.

Hailing all the way from oversea is Hong Kong MX Mooncakes (香港美心月饼). Their mooncakes comes in traditional square or rectangle tin boxes except for this MX “MINIONS” Lotus Seed Paste Mooncake with Egg Yolk (美心 ”迷你兵团系列” 蛋黄莲蓉月饼). A new themed mooncake set collaborating with the legendary Minions yet again for the coming festival season inspired by Twin-lens Reflex camera. The gift set features Fan favorite Minions – Bob, Dave, Kevin, and Stuart on the package. When the light is switched on and the handle turned, you will see the Minions projected on the screen with mischievous poses!

As the deep-fried/baked Teochew and no-bake snowskin mooncakes have a short shelf life, we typically will also buy a box of traditional baked mooncakes to offer to our ancestors and deities on the day of Mid-Autumn Festival (中秋节). As per last year, sis bought the White Lotus Seed Paste Mooncake with Egg Yolk (美心蛋黄白莲蓉月饼) at S$68 for a box of 4s mooncakes.

Selected imaged courtesy of Parkroyal Collection and Hong Kong MX Mooncakes.

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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 21

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August 21st 2021 - Summerslam

Las Vegas, NV

“So you’re coming to the twins' party tonight?” 

“Absolutely not.” Airielle immediately answered with an eye roll, as the two of them sat backstage watching Josh and Jon’s match against the Mysterio’s. “I will give Jon his gift tho, before my flight back to Pensacola.” 

“What about Josh?” 

“What about him?” Airielle responded back, glaring at Trinity, who had a smirk on her face. 

“Sis, we got the plane tickets together.” Again, Airielle rolled her eyes. 

“Well you and Jon can take Jayla and Jaden, since y’all now have two extra tickets.” Airielle said, pulling the envelope out of her bag and handing it to Trinity. 

“Airielle come-on now..” 

“Or You can give it to Josh and he can give the other ticket to Yara or whatever, I don’t care.”  Trinity gave Airielle a look. “I do not care.” She said standing up from her seat. 

“No” Trinity whined as Airielle started to walk away. “Don’t leave me!”  Airielle stuck her tongue out and continued on her way. She was relieved to finally have the plane tickets out of her possession. They were causing way more anxiety than necessary.

She and Trinity had decided to plan their partners (at the time) birthday together and since Josh had shown his whole ass for her birthday she thought it was only right for her to do the same. Josh had mentioned how he wanted to go to Turks & Caicos. She had splurged on the best private villa for her and Josh to stay. Even though they were supposed to be with Trin & Jon the couples had their own private entry to the villa and would only have to see each other when they wanted to. 

Airielle was so deep in her thought she didn’t see Angel Garza as he stood in front of her, trying to get her attention. She let out a “oof” as they collided. 

“Mierda!” He said as he grabbed his arms to steady her so she wouldn’t topple over in her heels. “Are you okay?” He asked her and she nodded. 

. “Yes I'm fine Angel. I should watch where I'm going.” She said and he laughed.  

“You know princesa,” Angel started, as he pulled her closer to him. “I’ve seen movies like this.” She furrowed her eyebrows at him. 

“Movies? What are you talking about?” 

“Cómo se dice uh.. meet-cute.” 

“A meet-cute?”  

“Yeah, you know, boy and girl run into each other, girl falls in love boy- “ 

“Boy gets his ass whopped if he don’t get the fuck on.” Josh cut him off and he slid in between Angel and Airielle mean muggin’ the hell outta Angel. 

“Oh my god” Airielle muttered, slapping her hand on her forehead. 

“Get the fuck on.” Josh said again after Angel didn’t move. It was then Airielle noticed the camera crew that had their cameras trained on the three of them and she cursed. She forgot the Total Divas crew were following the cast around today. 

“Josh, stop.” She whispered, gripping the back of his shirt when he went to advance towards Angel. “It’s cameras filming you.”  Angel smirked at Josh, waived at Airielle and continued on his way.  

“Wassup man? I’ve been calling you for days.” Airielle rolled her eyes. 

“We have nothing to talk about.” She stated, crossing her arms over her chest and cutting her eyes over to the camera crew, who were still recording them. 

“You said you weren’t mad at me.”  Josh said, as he stepped in front of her when she tried to walk around him. 

“Yeah, well I lied, Joshua. I’m pissed off and I just want to be left alone.” 

“So why didn’t you answer the phone so we could talk about it Airielle? Oh my god She thought as she looked over to the camera crew again, knowing they were definitely going to use this footage. 

“Because there is nothing to talk about.” She huffed out. 

“Us. We can talk about us.” 

“There is no us anymore Joshua.” He scoffed. 

“And whose fault is that? We were rocking strong Rih. I ask you to move in with me and you do a whole 360. Probably could’ve been engaged by now and shit.” 

“That's the problem.” She hissed, pushing him away from her. “You wanna move way to fuckin fast Josh. 5 months and you wanted to move in together! Is that not crazy as hell?” 

“You so damn selfish,” He stated. “It’s always about how you feel or what you think. What about me? Do you have any idea of how much it hurt me to see you with Raymond and then to catch you kissing him after you said y’all weren't together.” 

Airielle felt like shit now. Even though she shouldn’t because she left Raymond alone until she saw Josh with Yara.  

“Yo, y’all good?” Josh and Airielle broke their staring contest to look over at Jon and Trin who had just walked up on them. 

“I have to go.” Airielle muttered as she walked away from them, Josh tried to follow her but Jon stopped him. 

“She always running.”  She heard Josh tell Jon and Trin before she ducked into an empty room in the arena. She let out a shaky breath and leaded against the door. She knew she had fucked up by kissing Raymond but Josh had done the unthinkable…the unforgivable by sleeping with Yara. 

Trinity 💚: pleaseeeeeeeee  Trinity 💚: im begging on my hands and knees here! To Trinity 💚: lemme see. 

Airielle let out a laugh as her phone started ringing with a facetime call. She answered and started laughing harder at what she saw. 

Jon and Trinity had their cheeks pressed together and they both were pouting at the phone. “Please” They both begged at the same time. 

“I don’t wanna be the only bad bitch here ,Airielle.”  Airielle let out a giggle and rolled her eyes. 

“Look at how you got my lil bro’” Jon said as he snatched the phone out of Trin’s hands and flipped the camera to show a dejected looking Josh. “Lil Uce keep looking towards the door to see if you comin’”  Airielle couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip as she took him in. He was looking real good, she almost got up to put some clothes on - NO! Her inner voice yelled at her. He had sex with Yara, fuck him! 

“He could be looking for Yara.” Airielle mumbled, and she heard Jon suck his teeth before he flipped the camera back to himself. 

“Sis be forreal.” Jon slurred. “Yara is here and before you say anything, Uce ain’t paying her no mind. I mean zero.” She let out another laugh when Trinity held up the hand gesture for zero behind Jon’s head. “So getcho’ ass down here and come cheer my brother up!” 

“ No you did not!” She heard Jon yell out as she walked into their section. She watched Josh do a double take, his jaw dropping open as he took in her outfit. 

“Happy Birthday!” Airielle said as she handed Jon a gift bag. Josh looked like he expected a gift too, but when she walked past him and towards Trinity and Mercedes, he sunk back down into his seat. 

“Yay!” Trinity and Mercedes cheered, pulling Airielle into a hug. “Girl you look hot as hell!” 

“I said cheer him up, not give him a heart attack.” Jon giggled. 

“Y’all drunk as hell, lemme catch up!”  Jon yelled out drink orders and Airielle made her way to the bar to order them. 

“First of all, do you see what she’s wearing?” Josh heard Yara ask but like Jon said, he was paying her no mind. “Her whole ass is out!”  Josh gritted his teeth as he watched Airielle lean on the bar top to point at something and he stood up, ignoring Yara calling his name and marched over to Airielle. 

“Damn,” Her whistled lowly as he walked closer to her, no shame in his game as he eyed her body. “You look good.” He whispered into her ear as he boxed her in between the bar and his body, while he flagged down the bartender for her.  “You know it’s my birthday too. Where my present at?”  

Airielle snorted but didn’t turn around to face him. “Don’t you got a girlfriend to go be with or something. Why you over here bothering me?”  She thanked the bartender but before she could grab the tray of drinks, Josh grabbed it and with his other hand he laced his fingers with hers, leading her back over to the section. 

Yara watched with narrowed eyes as Josh sat down next to Airielle. He had been ignoring her all night and Yara was about to put a stop to it. Josh was her man now.  

“Joshy, come on, let's dance.” Airielle snorted and choked on her drink at Yara’s nickname for Josh. She cut her eyes over at Josh who had his eyes closed and was shaking his head. That’s exactly what he gets. Airielle thought just as Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion started blasting through the club. 

“This my jam y’all!” Trinity yelled, grabbing Airielle and Mercedes hands and pulling them towards the dance floor.  Josh was in a trance as he watched Airielle out on the dance floor. Mesmerized by the way she moved her body to the beat. He had to get his girl back ASAP. 

Four songs and three more shots later Airielle pulled herself away from the dancefloor to rush towards the bathroom. As she was coming out she bumped into Josh who was obviously waiting for her as he leaned  against the wall. 

 “Where ya little girlfriend at?” She asked, looking around.  He chuckled and walked closer to her. 

“I’m looking at her.”  Airielle rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “You wore this for me?” He asked as he dragged his eyes, slowing up her body. 

“Josh please.” She said as she rolled her eyes again and tried to walk around him but he stepped in front of her, and started to slowly back her into the wall. He slowly leaned into her and watched how she let out a gasp at how close he was getting. 

Before she could say anything, their lips connected. She felt him moan into her mouth and she tilted her head to be able to kiss him back.   his hands  now gripping her hips while her arms wrapped around his neck. His tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He broke the kiss and slid his hands to rest just above her ass. He rested his forehead against hers 

“I’m sorry alright, I was hurt and angry and I should've never took it there with Yara. I don’t want us to be like this anymore. I want you. Only you.”

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From Fear to Forever

Request: Ok sweetheart 😘 what would you think of a Rooster imagine where you cover up to fly with Bob instead of Natasha that day the plane crashes and Rooster sits on the radio, being on the edge as he doesn't know if you're okay or not and he fears he'll lose you just like his dad. As soon as Mav tells him that you're mostly okay and staying at the hospital, he's crying with relief and hugs Mav and he forgives him as he realizes he doesn't want to lose more people. Then you both come to the hospital and Rooster is all spoiling you and making sure you're okay and as he thinks you're asleep, he tells how that he loves you, but you can hear him, so you both finally confess your feelings and the rest of the team watches as smiles from outside 🤭

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Seresin!Twin Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, cussing, inaccurate medical talk, inaccurate Navy talk

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A/N: thank you @imagine-all-the-fandoms for requesting this and I'm so so sorry it took forever. I just needed a break to collect myself and convince myself that I shouldn't just give up and delete this account.

You, Y/N ‘Storm’ Seresin, never thought you would be back here. Where you may ask? Well, none other than Top Gun. Your home away from home. You first went through it with your twin brother Jake Seresin, yes that is your brother, and your backseater Mark ‘Shadow’ Newman. He was your best friend, literally you both went through the academy together and pilot school, where you met Bradley Bradshaw and fell in love but he would never love you or so you thought, then Top Gun. Mark was also married to a beautiful wife, who is your friend, and they have 2 adorable boys together that look just like their father. 

Currently the both of you were hanging out at The Hard Deck with your brother and Javy waiting for the others. “So, Storm, how is it to be siblings with Hangman?” Javy asked, sliding up to you. 

“Not as bad as you think. He has his moments but he can be a Golden Retriever.” You said smirking as Jake shot you a look.

“Hey don't be going around telling all my secrets. I have a reputation to uphold.” He said and laughed.

“You sure do ‘Mister I Have a Different Girl Every Night’.” You said and smirked but then eyes widening when you saw him coming over to you. You were quick to dive behind Mark.

“Oh, you're so getting it, Sis. Just you wait. You may be safe now but you better watch it.” He said and you knew it was a wholehearted threat and it made you burst out laughing which caused them to do so too. 

“And that there is sibling love.” Mark said, chuckling and taking a drink of his drink while you stepped out from behind him. Jake chuckled and brought you into his arms and hugged you and you hugged back. 

“Such a good little sister.” He said and you smacked him and pushed out of his arms.

“Hey we are twins, same age dumbass.” You pointed out he only did it because he knew it got on your nerves. The banter went on for another few minutes until Javy had pulled Jake over to play darts and you went with Mark to sit and watch. “When are the others getting here?” You asked.

“Should be any minute now.” Mark said “Why are you hoping to see Rooster?” He smirked and nudged you and you pushed him but it didn't budge him. 

“No…” You said and he looked at you and you rolled your eyes “Fine yes.” You said.

“I don't see why you don't just admit your feelings for him.” Mark said casually while taking a drink of his beer. 

“He doesn't see me like that.” You said trying not to sound heartbroken.

“How would you know if you don't tell?” He asked and you shook your head.

“I don't want to deal with the heartbreak.” You said and he nodded.

“I get it, I do.” He said and he truly did get it. It took him almost a year to ask Melissa, his now wife, to go on a date with him and then confess his feelings. Melissa had been your friend since high school and she just happened to be going to a college near the Naval Academy and the two of you reconnected. 

“Storm!” A familiar voice called out and you turned towards the direction and saw none other than Natasha 'Phoenix’ Trace. 

“Phoenix!” You shouted back and went to her and hugged her tightly and she did the same. 

“Finally, another female.” She said and you laughed as Callie ‘Halo’ Bassett came up as well. 

“We thought we would have to go through this with all of the testosterone alone.” Callie said 

“Even if I wasn't here, you two would have each other.” You said and they shook their heads.

“Wouldn't be the same.” Natasha said and you chuckled. 

“I’m going to the bathroom. I'll be right back.” You told her and she nodded and you disappeared into the bathroom missing the little back and forth between your brother and Natasha. You hadn't seen Bradley yet and that upset you slightly. After pilot school you both stayed in contact with one another. “Stop getting your hopes up. He may not be coming.” You said to yourself as you looked in the mirror washing your hands after using the bathroom. You sighed and walked towards the door and out of it and stopped in your tracks as you saw a Hawaiian shirt walk through the front door there, he was Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw. You hear Natasha call out to him and watch him walk over to the pool table and watch how she whacked him in the stomach. He grunted and patted her on the arm. You watched as he bickered with your brother. You watched the interaction they had with Bob Floyd, another friend of yours plus you and Mark were stationed with him. You don't know how long you were staring until Mark saw you and frowned and he walked over to you.

“You alright?” He asked and you quickly glanced at him and back to Bradley as he walked over to the jukebox.

“Yea I think so.” You said 

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yea I'm good.” You said as the music stopped playing and he sat down on the piano.

“Go talk to him.” He said and you looked at him and he nodded his head. You sighed and started to walk over there just as the familiar tune started. Just as you reached him a tag chaser popped up beside him and started to be all lovey dovey to him and that made tears pop into your eyes and you didn't know why it wasn't like you were with him. What hurt the worst was he smiled up at her. You abandoned your mission and walked out. Jake was quick to notice and grabbed his beer and followed you out. You missed how Bradley looked at you longingly and with a twinge of sadness in his eye. You walked out and down the steps heading to your car, you couldn't be here. 

“Y/N.” Jake said your brother's voice rang out. You ignored him. “Lt. Y/N Seresin.” He said in a more authoritative tone using your rank because he knew you would stop and you did.

“Nice one.” You said as you turned to him “What do you want?” you asked voice laced with emotion.

“Are you ok?” He asked and you looked at him and shook your head. 

“No.” You said and he sighed and brought you into a brotherly hug and you let tears fall.

“He's an idiot, you know that.” He said and you knew who he was referring to.

“I'm stupid to ever let those feelings come up.” You whispered

“No, you're not, Sis. It's normal. Ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yea, ok. I think I'm just going to go home.” You said 

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded.

“I want to get a good night's sleep before tomorrow.” You said and the both of you knew that was a lie, you were going to go home shower and cry your eyes out. Jake has been there way too many times comforting you. 

“I'll check in on you later. Ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“Ok. I love you.” You said into his chest.

“I love you too, Sis. Text me when you're home. I'll take care of your tab.” He said 

“Thank you.” You said as you pulled away and tears ran down your face and he was quick to wipe them away with his thumbs as he held your head in his hands. Beer bottle sitting on what happened to be his truck's tailgate. 

“That's what brothers are for. Now no more crying.” He said and you cracked a smile and he kissed your forehead. “Get home safely.” He said as he pulled away and you nodded. You got into your Jeep right beside his truck and he watched you back up. You waved at him and he waved back. You pulled out and as you were out of sight, he went back inside just in time for him to help throw someone out, who just happened to be their instructor, and then Bradley started to sing and play. Jake sat back and watched while drinking his beer. After the song was over Bradley plugged the jukebox in. As the music began to play, he walked over to Jake.

“Where's Y/N? I saw her walk out. She seemed upset.” Bradley asked and frowned.

“She has gone home. She was upset.” Jake said and Bradley frowned.

“Why? Everything ok?” He asked

“Maybe you should ask her tomorrow.” Jake said “A little advice. Nobody messes with my sister and gets away with it.” He added and walked off leaving Bradley confused.

“Bradley, where did you run off to?” A young blonde headed girl that was all over him. The one he tried to let down easily. 

“That's none of your business.” He said “It would be best if you left.” He added and she made a face.

“Fine.” She said and turned around and stomped off. Bradley sighed he really wished you were here but it looked like he fucked it up once again. He couldn't wait for this night to end.

When you finally made home and parked and let the tears fall. Why were you like this? It's not like the two of you were dating. You sighed and got out making sure you locked the door after you shut it. You walked into your rented house and unlocked the door and walked in while turning on the lights and making sure to lock the door. You got your phone out and pulled up Jake's number.

I'm home. 

Jakester- Good. Glad you're safe. Want me to come over later?

No, I'm good thanks though. 

Jakester- Rooster asked about you.

He did?

Jakester- Yup I told him to fuck off.

Jake.

Jakester- Just kidding, told him you went home. I wanted to tell him to fuck off though.

Love you. Thanks for looking out for me.

Jakester- Anytime. Love you too. 

You didn't text him back after that because you didn't want to clog up the night, not that he would've minded. He would do anything for you with just one phone call or text. The rest of the night was spent pitying yourself and getting ready for tomorrow. Your roommate, who just happened to be Bob, walked in maybe an hour after you. You turned to look at him. “Are you ok?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Is it stupid of me to get caught up on someone that probably doesn't even like me back?” You asked as he moved to sit down on the couch and you cuddled into him. 

“No.” He shook his head “It's not. Maybe he does like you back. Ever think of that?” He asked.

“Yea right. He just sees me like one of the guys.” You said 

“Oh, Stormy. If you only saw the way he looked when you took off and when Jake talked to him about you.” He said using a nickname only certain people were allowed to use.

“I just want to get to sleep and get tonight behind me.” You said and he nodded as you got up and he helped you some.

“Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be tough.” He said and you nodded.

“Goodnight Bob.” You said and he smiled.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said and then you disappeared and got ready for bed. Once ready you slipped under the covers and fell right to sleep. 

The next morning you were up bright and early ready for the day and ready to face Bradley. You were just getting your coffee when Bob walked in. “Hey I'm gonna head in early.” You said and he smiled and nodded.

“I won't be too far behind you.” He said and you nodded and then you were grabbing your keys and heading out the door. When you got to your Jeep you sighed as you got in and sat there for a second.

“Let's get this over with.” You said as you turned the ignition and headed towards base. Once you got to base you parked beside your brother's truck and turned the Jeep off and got out. As you were getting out a familiar blue Bronco was pulling up and parking beside you. It parked and the owner got out. “Bradley.” You said and he smiled and turned towards you.

“Y/N.” He said “I missed seeing you at The Hard Deck. I was hoping I would.” He said and you hummed.

“I'm sure you missed me. It looked like you had nice company.” You said as the two of you began walking. 

“I didn’t go home with her.” He said

“I find that hard to believe.” You said as you walked towards where the class would be held. 

“Why don’t you believe me?” He asked

“Maybe because I find it hard to trust you after you ghosted me.” You said finally stopping and looking at him and his face was unreadable and you scuffed and walked to the front where your brother sat.

“Everything ok?” He asked

“Perfect.” You said and sat down and waited for class to start. When your instructor, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, was introduced and you looked back and saw your brother’s face you knew something happened. “What did you do?” You whispered angrily.

“I’ll tell you later.” He whispered and you glared at him but turned around and class began. Each pilot went up and showed what they got. It was time for your and Mark’s turn going up with Jake. 

“Everything is looking good.” Mark said without you even asking him as you flew next to Jake.

“So, Jakester,” You began and he rolled his eyes annoyed at the nickname but he only let you use it. “What the hell did you do?” You asked.

“I threw him out of The Hard Deck.” He said

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re an idiot.” You said

“I didn’t know he would be our instructor.” He defended

“Shadow, did you know about this?” You asked

“No, I left before anything drastic took place.” He said 

“Enough chit chat guys, fight is on.” Maverick said out of nowhere.

“Here we go.” You said

“We got this.” Mark said

“Do you see him anywhere?” Jake asked 

“Negative.” You said

“I got him on the radar.” Mark said and then he was zooming past you guys “And there he goes.” He added. 

“Alright let's go.” You said “Hangman, break right. I'll break left.” You said

“You got it, Storm.” Jake said and you both did as you said and that got a reaction out of Maverick.

“Interesting tactic. How are you going to cover each other?” He asked as he was getting tone behind Jake and he was doing well shaking him off.

“You know what brothers and sisters do for each other?” You asked Maverick.

“What would that be, Storm?” He asked and Mark smirked. 

“Look after each other.” You said and suddenly you were behind him getting tone.

“Gottcha ya.” Jake and you said at the same time.

“Damn that was a good one. You two work well together.” He said and you smirked “Head back to ground.” He said and you both did and when you landed Jake was already there waiting for you. 

“Good job, Sis. That move never fails.” Jake said as your canopy opened.

“You got that right. Nobody can beat the power of siblings.” Mark said and you smirked.

“Damn right.” You said and the three of you did post-checks and headed inside of the building. Everyone was excited that you actually took Maverick out and you smiled and chuckled. Your eyes looked around the room and found Bradley’s. He was staring at you and you decided that you needed to talk to him. You looked at Mark and he nodded and you went.

“Good job.” He said 

“Thank you.” You said

“I’ve never seen Hangman actually not leave someone.” He said

“Well, siblings have to stick together.” You said 

“Hey, look I’m sorry for ghosting you. I truly didn’t take that girl home, I sent her away after talking to your brother. I-” He started but you cut him off before he could say anything else.

“I believe you.” You said 

“You do?” He asked and you nodded.

“I do.” You said and then his name was being called along with someone else’s and he hurried off not wanting to get into trouble and you understood. You were left standing there until Bob came over.

“Everything ok?” He asked and you looked up at him.

“Yeah, I think so.” You said and he smiled.

“Good job by the way.” He said

“Thank you.” You replied 

“I’m gonna go and listen, you coming?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, I need a minute alone.” You said and he nodded and left with a pat on your shoulder. Bradley apologized for ghosting you but it wasn’t enough you needed an explanation. You hoped you got one but for now you needed to focus on this mission.

You had been so focused on the mission that you didn't really speak to Bradley and each time you tried or he tried you or he were being called away. It seemed like you never were going to get a chance until one morning you got to base extra early and decided to hang around and go over some maneuvers. You were so into thought you didn't hear another person come in. “Think too hard and your head might explode.” The voice said and it made you jump. You turned to see who it was and it was Bradley.

“Shit, you fucking scared me.” You said putting a hand over your heart to try and settle it.

“Sorry.” He said and you waved him off. 

“What are you doing here so early?” You asked 

“Well, I know you like to get up early and go over everything you learned. So, I took a chance to come here to find you.” He said and you nodded. “I also couldn't sleep.” He said.

“There is the real reason.” You said and he shook his head.

“No, they're both the reason.” He said and then it went into silence. 

“I'm sorry.” You both started.

“You go first.” You said 

“I'm sorry for everything I put you through. All the stress, the ghosting, the making you think that I was with someone else, and everything in general. It was not my intent to do that to you and my dad and mom would kill me if they knew I hurt such a beautiful girl.” He said and you blushed and looked down. 

“You think I'm beautiful? I wear what everyone else wears and my hair is always up.” You said 

“Yea you're beautiful I would even say gorgeous. Yes, you wear what everyone else does and have your hair up but I've also seen you out of uniform and hair down. Remember?” He asked and you nodded.

“I do.” You said recalling the many nights that you and he had late night study sessions for pilot school. “My turn if you're done.” You said and he nodded as he sat down beside you and you turned to him. “I'm sorry for being so short and mad at you earlier. I just got jealous seeing you with someone and I know I shouldn't we're not together and will probably never be together, you'll only see me as a sister. I'm rambling. Anyways I'm sorry for everything too.” You said.

“It's-” He started but got cut off by people walking in and the both of you stood up. Bob came over with Maverick.

“Good you're here.” Maverick began “Phoenix is out sick and Shadow had a family emergency.” He said and your eyes widened “So I'm pairing you and Bob up for this run through.” He said “I hope that is ok.” He added and you both nodded.

“That's absolutely fine, Sir.” You and Bob said at the same time. 

“Good. We'll start here in a few minutes.” He said and then walked off and you immediately pulled out your phone.

Mav told me you had a family emergency. Everyone ok?

Mark: Grayson got really sick with throwing up and a really high fever in the middle of the night and we had to bring him to the hospital. They have him on fluids and some Tylenol IV. He's sleeping right now.

Poor guy. Let me know if you all need anything, please. I hate that he's not feeling good. How's Max taking it?

Mark: I promise I will but you need to focus on the mission. Max is not well. He hates that his brother is sick. 

I hate that. Tell them I love them and will be thinking about them.

Mark: I will now go and kick some ass.

You got it!

You chuckled and put your phone away. “Everything ok?” Bob asked and you nodded.

“Grayson is sick like in the hospital.” You said

“Damn. I hate that for them.” Bradley said and then the others started to file in. You quickly took your place next to your brother as Maverick began talking and telling them what was going on. Soon after everyone was crowding in the rec room to wait. Several groups went up before it was yours, Bob's, Javy's turn. As you were walking out the door Bradley stopped you “Hey good look out there.” He said and you nodded and smiled.

“Thank you. I'll see you on the ground.” You said and then you were heading off with Bob to your jet. If only you knew what this practice run would bring.

“Just like old times?” Bob asked as you both arrived at the jet.

“Just like old times.” You said back at your base you flew with Bob while Mark was out and you were the one that did the flying while he was training. You both got in the jet and began to head towards the runway. When you got there you stopped and watched as Javy took off and once, he was far enough away you spoke to the air traffic control tower. “Air Traffic Control, this is Storm ready to take off.” You said. 

“Copy that Storm, the air is clear and the sky is yours. You can take off.” They said 

“Thank you, Air Traffic Control.” You said and then started speeding down the runway. You finally were up in the air and caught up with Javy.

“Alright let's do this.” Javy said and so began the practice run.

“Talk to me, Bob.” You said 

“We’re twelve seconds late on target. We gotta move, we gotta move.” Bob says 

“Copy try to stay with me.” Javy says agitated radar beeps. 

“Huh? Wait, who’s that?” Bob asks

“Blue team, you are spotted.” Maverick said 

“Shit, it’s Maverick. What the hell is he doing here?” Javy said

“What the hell is he doing here?” You ask 

“I’m a bandit on course to intercept. Blue team, what are you gonna do?” Maverick said 

“20 miles left, ten o’clock. He’s coming fast. 700 knots closure.” Bob confirmed

“Your call what do you want to do?” Javy asks the pair of you.

“Continue. We’re close. Stay on target.” You said

“He’s swinging around to the north.  Bob said 

“Stand by for pop-up.” Javy said 

“Be ready with that laser, Bob.” You said

“Copy, I’m on it.” He says as reaches for a button/knob, constantly working. 

Meanwhile back in the rec room everyone listens on the edge of their seats. “Come on Storm. You got this.” Bradley says to mostly himself.

“She’s a hell of a pilot. She has this in the bag.” Jake said “You know she loves you right?” Jake asks and Bradley nodded.

“I love her too.” He said

“Don’t hurt her or I will shoot you down.” Jake warned

“I won’t. I promise.” He said and Jake nodded and then they heard Maverick’s voice on the radio.

“Blue team, bandit is still closing.” Maverick said 

“Popping now.” Javy said as he does so and you follow. All three of you grunting trying to catch your breath.  

“Talk to me, Bob. Where’s Maverick?” Javy asks 

“He’s five miles out. He’s coming fast.” Bob replies

“Target in sight.” You said 

 “Where’s my laser, Bob?” Javy asks

“Dead eye! Dead eye! It’s no good. Sorry, I can’t get a lock.” Bob said 

“We’re out of time. I’m dropping blind.” Javy said and dropped the bomb. “Damn it, missed!” He added as the both of you pulled up. 

“That’s tone.” Maverick said as he toned you and Bob.

“Maverick has got a missile lock on us.” Bob said 

 “Shit! We’re dead.” You said 

“Blue team. That is a fail.” Maverick said and you pull away. “Level out Coyote.” He said as you watched in horror as he didn't do so and that scared you, you knew anything could happen but you never thought it would. “Coyote, copy.” You heard Maverick say. “Coyote, come in. Coyote, level wings.” You hear Maverick shout frantically “Oh my gosh he is in g-loc.” He said and he kept saying his name but his jet kept falling.

“He’s going to burn in.” You say worriedly. 

“I’m going after him.” Maverick said as you watched his jet jerk away and towards your friend. “Come on. Give me tone, give me tone, give me tone.” He said as he got a target lock on him “Snap out of it, coyote. Come on! Come on! Come on, Coyote, come on. Come on! Damn it! Coyote! Coyote!” Maverick shouts frantically. Finally, he seemed to snap out of it and popped up at the last second and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Coyote, you, okay? You, okay?” He asks

“I’m okay. I’m good.” He says breath heavy.

“Good. Good. That’s enough for today.” Maverick said as you pulled up next to him.

“That was close.” You say with a shake of your head.

“Too close.” Maverick said “Bird strike.” He said suddenly “Bird strike!” He exclaimed as the birds hit your jet and through your engine. Now you are terrified. 

Those two words are what brings Bradley and Jake’s world to a stop. “No no no no.” Bradley said to himself. Tears burning behind his eyes he needed you to pull through this and be ok. 

“Come on, Sis you got this.” Jake said and then your voice came through the radio and Jake being your twin brother knew the different tone in your voice that nobody else knew. He knew you were absolutely terrified. “Don’t panic.” He said.

Bradley was terrified. He couldn’t lose you. He’s lost his dad; he cannot lose you. He lost Maverick due to something so petty. “Come on, Y/N/N. You have to pull through this.” He said.

“Don’t panic. Don’t panic.” Jake repeated to himself hoping to send vibes to you. Bradley and Jake were the closest to the radio. 

“Bird strike.” You said as lights and warnings go off a fire warning goes off signaling a fire in one of your engines.  

“Storm, left engines on fire!” Bob said looking back and so do you.

“Climbing.” You said as you turn back and you pull the throttle up. “Throttling back. Shutting off fuel to the left engine. Extinguishing fire.” You say as you do so but alarms continue.

“Right engine is out!” Bob exclaims looking at the warnings.

“It’s still spinning. Trying to restart it.” You say as you power the engine on.

“Storm it is on fire, don’t start-” Maverick begin but you cut him off. You were so scared shitless but you couldn’t let it show.

“Throttling up.” You say as you pull the throttle up.

“Oh my god.” You hear Maverick say as you start to nose dive. 

“We’re on fire! We’re on fire!” Bob exclaims 

“Damn it!” You exclaim

“Engine fire. Right.” The automated voice

“Extinguishing the right engine.” You said and do so as you spin out of control.

“Storm, Bob punch out! Punch out!” Maverick exclaims 

“Warning lights everywhere! Hydraulic failure!” Bob says letting you know everything. 

“I can’t control it!” You said 

“She’s panicking.” Jake said 

“How do you know?” Bradley asked 

“I just know. Her voice does a certain thing. I was the only one to pick it up as a kid. It is how I knew she needed help and she would call me with that same tone when she was in trouble.” Jake explained

“She has this handled. She's Storm. Nothing can bring her down.” Mickey said and everyone nodded in agreement.

“She’s strong for sure. As kids we were playing on the ranch and riding horses and her horse threw her off and instead of giving up, she got back on. She showed the horse who was the boss. Another time we were running around barefoot and she cut her foot open on barbed wire and she acted like it was nothing. She sat through the stitches. She’s a storm to be reckoned with. It is how she got her callsign.” Jake explained trying to take his mind off what was happening up in the sky.

“She’s going to be ok.” Ruben said and they nodded.

“I know she will be.” Jake said 

“We’re going down, Storm! We’re going in! We’re going in!” Bob yells 

“You can’t save it. Eject, eject!” Maverick said and repeated over and over again. 

“Eject, eject, eject!” You yell out finally.

 “Altitude. Altitude.” The automated voice said as Bob ejects and then you follow him. Both parachutes open as the jet crashes into the earth. You somehow ended up being closest to the blast and it pushed you away and you landed it hard onto the ground right on your ankle and you gave a cry out. Bob landed and was quick to get over to you. 

“Are you ok?” He asks

“No, my ankle.” You say as you go to sit up but you give another cry. You then look down and see blood starting to soak through your flight suit. “Shit.” You say as you begin to get light headed.

“Hey no you stay awake.” He said

“I’m sorry.” You say and then you black out.

As Maverick walks into the rec room Jake comes running up to him. “Where is she?” He asks frantically.

“She’s in the hospital. Some debris from the jet crashing impaled her. Her ankle also took a hit. They took her into surgery but I don’t know anything else. They’re keeping her and Bob overnight and maybe her even longer. Go.” He said and Jake nodded and took off as most people do now it was just Bradley and him. 

“How is she?” Bradley asks 

“She is mostly ok.” He said 

“What does that mean?” He asks

“Some debris from the jet crashing impaled her. Her ankle also took a hit. They took her into surgery but I don’t know anything else. They’re keeping her and Bob overnight and maybe her even longer.” He said and Bradley nodded tears and they steadily fell down his face.

“I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry I cut you off. I was just so pissed that you pulled my papers. It wasn’t fair. I can’t lose her. I love her.” Bradley said and Maverick smiled.

“I forgive you. Go and tell her.” Maverick said and he nodded and took off. When he reached the hospital, everyone was in the waiting room waiting.

“Jake is with Y/N. He’s family so he was the only one allowed to go back there.” Ruben said 

“Bradley?” A familiar voice asked and he turned around and saw Mark.

“Mark, have you heard?” He asked and Mark shook his head.

“No, what is going on? Why is everyone here?” He asked

“There was an incident with Javy and Bob and Y/N had a bird strike and had to eject. Some debris hit her and her ankle took a hit.” Bradley explained.

“Oh my gosh. Any updates?” He asked 

“They took her into surgery and repaired what they needed. Jake is with her now since he is family. They’re keeping them both overnight and her maybe longer.”  Bradley said and he nodded. 

“I need to get back to Grayson. Please keep me updated.” He asked and Bradley nodded.

“I will.” He said as Jake came out and everyone looked at him.

“She’s awake but is asking for you Bradley.” He said turning to him and he nodded and followed Jake to your room and about that time everyone was allowed to see Bob too. Bradley walked in without Jake. 

“Y/N/N.” He said and you looked up at him.

“Hi.” You said 

“You scared me, you know.” He said 

“I’m sorry. I scared myself too.” You said trying to move but winced.

“Don’t move.” He said moving closer and holding you down.

“I know but it’s so uncomfortable.” You said and he nodded.

“I know. I need to tell you something.” He said and you nodded at him to continue “I love you. I have loved you since pilot school. I’m sorry I ghosted you and I know I already said it but I’m saying it again. I was trying to figure out my feelings for you and in the end, it hurt you and I’m deeply sorry for that.” He said and you smiled.

“I love you too, Bradley. Ever since pilot school. Yes, I was hurt when you ghosted me but I get it. I love you with all my heart.” You said as the pain meds started to kick in and he saw this.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and you nodded.

“I would love nothing more.” You said and he smiled and he pressed his lips to yours. Sparks flew. You would’ve stayed like that forever but Mickey’s voice sounded.

“About damn time! Look how cute the two of them are!” He exclaimed and you two pulled apart and looked at them.

“Oh, would you shut up and leave the love birds alone?” Javy said smiling

“But they are so cute!” Ruben said gushing.

“Remember, you hurt her and I’m shooting you down.” Jake said 

“Jakester, stop it. I can take care of myself.” You said smiling and he walked over.

“I know but I’m just doing my brotherly duties.” He said and you smiled.

“I appreciate that.” You said “Get them out of here for me. I want some time alone with him.” You said and he nodded “Can you let Mark know I’m, ok?” You asked.

“You got it, Sis.” He said and started to push people out and when they were out and gone, he went to let Mark know and you turned to Bradley.

“Let me take you to dinner when all of this is over.” He said and you smiled and nodded.

“Sounds perfect.” You said and yawned and he smiled.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He said and kissed your head as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep. Sure, your day might not have ended up like you planned but that what comes with being a Naval Aviator but in the end, you got the man you loved. Everything for the moment was perfect.

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[changingplumbob]

New Goth: Chapter 4, Part 4

Harvestfest wraps up

CW: Mentions of death Content Warning Guide

Savannah is the twin in pink with hair clips Mercedes is the twin in blue without hair clips

Full family photo! Then Milton decides that while everyone is here he may as well show them the puppet show he’s been working on.

Rahul: What is it called

Milton: School

Cassandra: I think I’ll have to watch from a seat if that’s okay

Savannah: Mama has a baby inside so she needs to be careful

Mercedes nods halfheartedly while Milton slips on the puppets and begins his tale.

The show isn’t all that bad. Of course at creativity level 3 it isn’t all that good either… There are a few funny jokes in it that make the Chopra’s laugh though, Rahul is the best audience a kid could want. Alexander and James are using the time that Milton is being watched to work out in the home gym. They’ve already seen many versions of this puppet play from Milton. Hamlet hangs around for a while hoping for a pat but the viewers seem engrossed.

In the end Milton receives a round of applause from the family.

Savannah: We should have a puppet theatre

Mercedes: Why

Savannah: We could do stories together

Mercedes: But we can do that with dolls. Why change

Rahul: You’re not a big fan of change are you Mercedes

Mercedes: No papa. But I would like a treehouse

Rahul: *laughs* Come on you two, we should find Uncle Alexander and Uncle James and thank them before we leave

Savannah: Why

Rahul: Good manners that’s why. Now come along

Savannah: I’d like an older cousin

Mercedes: I don’t want one to boss us around like Milton does

Milton: I heard that

Rahul: Girls, I said now!

Twins: *quickly standing* Yes papa

As they leave the library Milton sighs and turns to Viola.

Milton: Did you have a good time Viola

Viola: Ye ye, gooey. Ug?

Milton hugs the toddler who is happy with the attention. Alexander and Cassandra walk in talking and the youngest Chopra is scooped up.

Cassandra: We better be getting back to Henford

Alexander: Before storytime? I need practice

Cassandra: I doubt a teen would like you reading to them but what do I know. I think my ones are getting tired, and I may need a nap myself

Alexander: Take care of yourself sis

Cassandra: I will, and if I don’t Rahul does

The rest of the day passes quickly. Alexander has joined the critic career with his eye on being a food critic, finding it a great way to combine his literature degree with his cuisine hobby. James takes care of chores around the house since he is a neat sim after all. Alexander practices his research and debate until he hits level 4, coincidentally enough the level he needs for promotion. James meanwhile spends some time playing games online with Joey, Keira and Marta.

Milton looks at this toys again before bed. He’s glad Alexander got them for him, he’d missed them. Who knows if Bella’s journals would provide any answers as to where she was, but he wanted to keep trying. He only had one mummy, and he missed her every day. Of course in the middle of the night he woke up from a bad dream and realised the way to protect himself was clear, bear suit! Before we knew it Monday was here and Hamlet was waking everyone up accordingly.

James decided to spend the day doing something he loved, fishing! He invited the club around to check out the stream that ran along the edge of the property. It had begun to snow but with no ice the fish should be biting. I had hoped they would all deposit themselves along the stream but nope. Bob decided his time was better spent upstairs watching the culinary channel. Reece caught something! It wasn’t a fish but hopefully his skill has gone up a little.

After school...

James: How was school today

Milton: Good and bad. Can you help me with my project please Uncle James? It's meant to be a volcano

James: Sure, as an ex-teacher I know my way around a fake volcano. Now tell me about school. Why was it good and bad?

Milton: I gave the note from Alexander to my teacher about my costume and she was fine with it

James: But?

Milton: *sighs* Reynaldo and Maria hung out with me but everyone else avoided me

Friendly reminder that the twins go to a different school, I promise they were not avoiding him.

James: Don’t worry about "everyone else", focus on your friends. If they still think you’re awesome enough to hang around with no matter what you want to wear, they’re good ones

Milton: I guess. It’s just hard. People treat me different even before I was in this

James: Milton... your father died and we don't know what happened to Bella. Many of the kids in your class won’t be able to think about what that means, and won’t know what to say about it. Sometimes if people don’t know what to say they’ll say nothing

Milton: I don’t miss father so much now. But I need to know what happened to mummy

James: If you need any help going through those journals I’d be happy to help

Milton: I know but… I want to do it by myself. It helps me feel close to mummy. There, is the volcano done?

James: Almost. Now you have to present it

Milton: Present it?

James: Practice for class. I’ll be a good audience and you'll be prepared for your classmates

Joey decided to swing around for dinner to catch up with everyone. It’s leftover ham from the holiday so everyone ends up feeling a bit dazed. Alexander has to go write another column for work afterwards so James, Milton and Joey put in some gaming time. I’m not sure how Milton does in the bear suit but he’s not sad so we’ll stick with it.

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[serenxanthe]

The Trooper: A SWTOR Story

Introducing my Trooper. Here she is in a cameo as part of Seren's Nar Shaddaa Jedi Knight story-arc.

On Nar Shaddaa, Havoc Squad CO Ninme Heusos and her SIS contact Jonas Balkar are having some fun when they get caught up in the Powerguard Crisis and cross paths with a certain Jedi Knight.

Ninme pulled on her boots and checked her spare energy packs were still hooked securely to her tactical belt. Jonas leant down to kiss her cheek, and she let him, smiling. They both knew that this was casual; that the sexual attraction between them would never develop into anything deeper, but she appreciated his politely affectionate gallantry anyway. Gestures like that meant neither of them felt used, even if they were both using the other to let off steam, to relax, even if only for a few hours.

She ran her fingers through her practical bob, ensuring it was tidy, then picked up her assault cannon, ready to secure it into its holster on her back. Without warning, there was a terrible grinding, screeching noise at the front door of the allegedly secure SIS apartment, and almost before Ninme had time to ready her weapon, the door was gone, wrenched out of the wall by the huge barely human looking cyborgs standing there, their assault rifles pointed straight at her and Jonas.

This was what Ninme was trained for, and she didn’t even need a moment to think before she’d thrown a grenade at the intruders then begun laying down what should have been a crippling round of boltstorm. Her eyes widened as the cyborgs kept coming, barely seeming damaged by her most powerful attack. Jonas was getting shots off too, of course, but she wouldn’t even expect his simple blaster rounds to do all that much against these behemoths. 

As Ninme tried a demolition round, another man, she assumed a fellow SIS Agent of Jonas’, emerged from the apartment’s other bedroom, and started to fire at the cyborgs with his twin blasters. Ninme tried not to notice that he was stark naked, and he certainly wasn’t letting it affect him; his shots on what should have been the cyborgs’ vitals unusually accurate, possibly due to the man’s own cranial implants.

As Ninme frantically replenished her weapon with energy, another woman now emerged from the naked Agent’s room. She had long loose hair, perfectly painted nails and face, and voluptuous curves in contrast to her slim waist and dainty hands and feet. She was barely dressed herself in a skimpy and very sheer negligee. Absolutely not suited in any way shape or form for an active combat zone. Was she some rich Senator’s daughter slumming it with a junior SIS Agent, or, given the Agent in question’s apparent lack of concern for the danger she was in, was she some kind of high-class escort? 

“Ma’am, get back inside the bedroom and take cover!” Ninme yelled.

To her relief, the woman turned away, as if she was heading back into the relative safety of the bedroom. Instead of doing so however, she held out her hands, and to Ninme’s utter shock, twin lightsabres slammed into them from across the room. The woman leapt backwards without missing a beat, igniting her green-bladed lightsabres as she soared over their heads, and executed a perfect mid-air turn, allowing her to land exactly in the centre of the group of cyborgs, knocking them backwards.

What followed was almost too fast for Ninme to follow, but she saw the woman sweep her lightsabres through the tangle of limbs and weapons making up the cyborgs’ formation, then make a series of pinpoint accurate cuts on their necks and groins, deftly avoiding the resulting sprays of arterial blood and sparking components, until all four cyborgs lay dead, or deactivated rather, on the floor of the apartment. 

The woman, the Jedi, if that’s what she was, sheathed her lightsabres and tried to clip them to the belt she wasn’t wearing. She looked down and clearly realised how she was dressed, but instead of being embarrassed by her state of near nudity, she just shrugged, transferred both sabres into her left hand, and advanced on Ninme, her right hand stretched out in greeting.

“Seren Astierred,” she said, “thanks for the help.”

Ninme shook her hand, automatically replying, “Captain Ninme Heusos,” while thinking Seren Astierred? The Hero of Tython? What the hells is she doing here? Dressed like that? Doing… whatever she’d been doing with that other Agent?

“Oh! The Havoc Squad CO? Very pleased to meet you. Like I said, thanks for the help, I was, um, busy, when the attack started, and your covering fire was invaluable.”

Ninme frowned at her. “Covering fire? That was supposed to be a devastating attack, and it usually is. What the hells are those things, anyway?”

The Jedi, Seren, smiled at her. “Don’t feel bad, they’re a new form of cyborg, powerguards, originally a Republic project believe it or not, but we were betrayed from within, and yeah,” Seren gestured to the pile of smoking bodies on the ground behind them, “this is the result.” She shrugged. “I’ve been fighting them for a few weeks now and I’ve learnt, learned, their weak spots.”

Ninme nodded. “Their necks and groins, right? Good to know.”

Seren smiled at her again. “Exactly, you’ll know next time. I’m trying to shut them down at the source, don’t worry, but it’s good to be prepared. Feel free to brief the rest of your squad given you’re special ops anyway, but General Var Suthra is pretty insistent that this whole thing stays highly classified.” She sighed. “Hopefully not to minimise his involvement in it, but… yeah.”

Ninme finally gave her a half-smile in return. “Generals, huh?” she said.

Seren laughed. “Exactly!” She turned back to the Agent from whose room she’d emerged. “Come on, Theron, we’d better get dressed.”

He put his arm around her waist as she reached the door to his room and smirked at her suggestively. “I’m pretty sure we were in the middle of something, weren’t we?” he said.

Ninme saw Jonas roll his eyes. “Dude, we have to be at work in fifteen minutes!” he reminded the other Agent.

Theron shrugged. “No problem, I only need five,” he said.

At Seren’s giggle and Jonas’ disparaging snort, Theron’s face flushed and he opened his mouth to say something else, but then he just shrugged again and pulled Seren back into his room, shutting the door firmly behind them.

Ninme turned and stared at Jonas in silence. 

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Thoughts?” he prompted Ninme.

Ninme considered for a moment before she said with circumspect understatement, “Seren is a very… unusual Jedi, isn’t she?”

Jonas snorted again. “Yeah, you could say that. That’s if she’s any kind of Jedi at all.”

Ninme frowned. “You saw what she can do with those lightsabres, what else would she be?” She paused and considered. “You can’t mean… don’t be ridiculous! She saved Tython from the Sith!”

“Playing the long game maybe?” Jonas suggested, then sighed. “Yeah, doesn’t make much sense, I know.”

“Have you spoken to Theron about it?” Ninme asked him, “I mean, are you close, or just roommates?”

“Theron doesn’t do close, but we’re friends I guess. And yeah, I’ve tried, and he even seems receptive when they’re apart. He’s not stupid, when he’s thinking with his actual brain he knows there’s something off about her. But when they’re together…” Jonas gestured at the bedroom door. “And it’s not just sex. He’s… dazzled by her. Can’t see straight. Not that I blame him. I mean, did you see her?”

“Are you dazzled by her too, then?” Ninme asked him, slightly piqued.

Jonas laughed and said, “hey, I might think that a vorn-tiger is beautiful, but I have no desire to pet one!” He stepped forward and went to put his arm around Ninme’s shoulders.

She stepped out of his reach. “Uh huh. And what am I, if she’s a vorn-tiger?”

Jonas looked nervous. “I don’t know!” He ran his hand through his hair. “A… loth-cat maybe?”

Wow. A loth-cat. Delightful. Ninme rolled her eyes and strapped her assault-cannon onto her back. “I’ll leave you to clean up this mess.” She gestured at the dead cyborgs. “See you around, Jonas.”

Later, on board The Thunderclap, Ninme and Jorgan were cleaning and checking their weapons in companionable silence. Ninme looked sideways at him. “Aric,” she started, “if you were going to compare me to a cat, what kind would you pick?”

“A cat? Are you serious, Sir? Just because I’m a Cathar? Do humans really think that we categorise people in terms of cats?!”  

“It’s nothing to do with that! I hadn't even thought of it that way! It’s just a thing! Somebody else compared me to a certain type of cat, and I’m just curious to see if you agree?”

Jorgan huffed, but then said, “fine. Go on then. What type of cat? I’ll tell you if I agree.”

Ninme shook her head. “I want you to think about it yourself and give me your answer.”

“Is that an order?” Jorgan asked sarcastically, but looked at her consideringly anyway. After a while his face flushed, visible even through his short fur, and he looked away from her and resumed cleaning his sniper-rifle.

“Vorn-tiger,” he mumbled into his laser-sight.

“I’m sorry?” Ninme asked.

“Vorn. Tiger.” Jorgan said loudly, sounding irritated. Or embarrassed. It was hard to tell with him.

Ninme suppressed her amusement. “And, um, would you pet one?”

“WHAT?” Jorgan asked her, shocked.

“I didn’t mean me,” Ninme reassured him hastily, horrified at herself. “I meant, y’know, an actual vorn-tiger! Obviously!”

“Oh!” Jorgan said, “well, good. Obviously good.”

He was blushing even more furiously now. “Er, sure, if it was tame, or I guess bonded to me somehow.”

Ninme smiled. “Good to know,” she said.

[raspberry-and-friends]

“Sorry if there’s a little blue paint behind my ear; that’s where I keep my brushes.”

“Carving pumpkins really helps with stress, but I really don’t advise you use the ‘stabbing’ technique on all your problems.”

Names: Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake

Nickname(s): Artsy (Pumpkin to Pound), Sweetheart (Flurry Heart to Pumpkin)

Species: Pegasus and unicorn

Genders: Cisgender male (he/him) and cisgender female (she/her)

Sexualities: Heterosexual and lesbian

Age: 27

Parents: Chiffon Swirl Cake and Carrot Cake

Sibling(s): Pinkamena Diane Pie* (older sister)

Partner(s): Princess Flurry Heart Cake (Pumpkin)

Children: Princess Bedazzled Buttercream Cake (Pumpkin)

Headcanons and disclaimers below the cut 👇👇

Personality:

Pound: Creative, intelligent, imaginative, self-managing (every project of his was crafted intricately by his own two hooves, no help needed whatsoever), and loves trying new things.

Pumpkin: Spunky, honest, intuitive, highly opinionated, and prefers to show her affection through words rather than actions (usually through 14-year-old-sounding poetry she wrote at two in the morning).

Flaws:

Pound: Messy, frivolous, irresponsible, introverted (believes the only friends he needs are the cakes he decorates), and disorderly (“organized chaos” doesn’t even apply here, he literally can’t find his brushes if they slapped him in the face).

Pumpkin: Catty, moody, a perfectionist, confrontational (unlike her brother, Pumpkin isn’t afraid to throw hooves if anypony dares insult her family), and probably went through a pyromaniac phase in her teen years.

Special Talents: Cake decorating and pumpkin carving

Cutie Mark Stories:

Pound: Pound Cake never had the urge to follow in his parents hoofsteps as a baker—rather, he spent most of his days isolated in his room painting instead.

One day, the elder Cakes asked Pound and Pumpkin to watch over the shop while they were away, but advised strictly against touching any of their half-decorated confections. Since when did history ever get made by sitting on the sidelines or following the rules? Never!

As soon as they exited the premises, Pound spotted a large, triple-layer plain white wedding cake towards the back of the kitchen. The perfect canvas. Painting on fondant had to be the same as a regular canvas, right? Once he’d finished, the foal quickly threw a large baking sheet over his creation and zipped off to bed for the night.

Coincidentally, that cake was made for none other than Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash’s wedding, and it ended up becoming an instant sensation at the reception. Pound already assumed it went over well, judging by the looks of his brand new cutie mark.

Pumpkin: As Nightmare Night drew ever closer, Ponyville sprung into high-gear as hoards of cobwebs, bats, and apple-bobbing barrels filled the bustling streets.

The Cakes would take turns transforming Sugarcube Corner into a specific theme they’d chosen earlier in the year (yes, they are extra enough to begin their preparations for next Nightmare Night starting the day after). They decided to hand over the preparations to the twins one autumn, and Pumpkin Cake was quick to lead the charge ahead of schedule.

Ironically enough, the theme this time around was... a pumpkin patch. After weeks of careful planning and intricate blueprints, the storefront began its transformation into a hauntingly morbid wonderland. Knowing the young filly’s… unconventional interests, the seemingly innocent prompt was taken a little out of control. Now, all that was needed were a few large carved pumpkins to adorn the front porch. Ten jack-o-lanterns later, Pumpkin noticed how naturally the process came to her, and her cutie mark followed suit.

*Read Pinkie’s bio to learn more about her relation to the Cakes.

Bases by SelenaEde

***DISCLAIMER: In this AU, The princesses DIDN’T hand off their powers to Twilight, and still remain the primary rulers of Equestria during the course of this story. The illustrations and writing (the latter of which has since been revised to fix previously missed grammatical errors and to more closely align with my current headcanons) were done back in 2020-2021 and posted to my now-inactive DeviantArt account. The signature ‘Hun’ reflects the name I went by at the time, Hunter.***

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Destruction

The Strange Family!

AN: Introducing the Stephen Strange and his wife along with their twins! Hope you enjoy this intro of their life. I think it's cute knowing these two characters are together but let's be honest they would have some special kids~

Hope you enjoy!!💗

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The Strange resident was peaceful for once.

The two parents in their kitchen enjoying mundane task. Making themselves coffee and breakfast. Especially since they had their twin daughters getting ready for school-

Then the sound of drums playing. The beat was rapid and Strange himself nods his head. A soft smile to his aging face.

"She's getting better." He said to his wife Claya. His silver hair wife smiled as she nods. Her hair was in a bun as she noticed her younger come down.

"Your sister okay?" She asked as Hazel stared at her parents

"She found a new drummer." Her tone was a lot monotone like her mother's. Grabbing a piece of bread as she looked into the fridge.

"Well your sister needs to come down soon. WON doesn't like late students." Stephen said as he walked around the kitchen.

They had made a quaint home in the sanctum. Especially with everything with Thanos had pass. Well in their universe.

One thing Strange kept an eye on. Especially with two magic users, teenage daughters. Yeah he was a firm father with his offspring, but he only had the two. And his wife-

"Mari come down you little rebel!" Claya shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

His wife took to Earth well. Loved the idea to settle here away from the Dark Dimension.

His mind was pulled from his thoughts as he actually paid attention to the song.

Mari was a skilled drummer at 16 already. The way she played was advanced. And she learned from watching drummers and listening. Self taught.

Speaking of the rebel teen.

Mari had her headphones plugged in. Her eyes shut as she focused to the song. She found an amazing band she loved. But the drummer!

Her hands moved as she hit each beat. Moving her cymbals as she needed to. Her brown shoulder length bob bounced as she got lost.

Using the double pedals as she kept up. Getting the hand of ii's rhythm.

Softly she sang a bit here and there.

"Follow me between-"

Towards the end she kept up well. Softly keeping the count. She's study this song. Even watched the interview he had to get a grip on the drummers skills. Loved how he did keep simple rhythm with advanced ones.

She eased her drum set out as she faded out the playing. A bit out of breath. Her door swung open

"I get you found the love of your life in this band sis. Proud of you. But moms gonna send you to uncle in the Dark Dimension if you don't hurry up-" Hazel echoed the words to her twin.

Mari pulled her headphones off as she hums.

"Aight. Need two minutes I'll be down. Thank you!"

Hazel walked down again. Her skirt swayed against her knees as she landed on the bottom floor.

"She's coming. Finished the song she's been learning-"

"Good. Grab a bite and get going. I don't need both my children being late. Won would ream me.." Stephen said as he waved his daughter off. Heading to his floor of the sanctum.

Hazel's brown eyes followed him as she walked towards her mom.

"Dad's in a mood-"

"And I am too. He has to deal with some teenagers today" Claya said as she gave her daughter a bowl of oats.

Mari's steps echoed out as she ran to the kitchen.

"Morning~!" She coed as she grabbed her father's cup and down his coffee.

"Did you really need coffee?" The twin asked as Mari grabbed some toast

"Yes~" Mari said as she beamed.

"Ok you two go on. Won won't let your father hear the end of it if you're late. Let's go let's go -"

"Yes mum!" The twins said in unison as they left the kitchen..both snapping their fingers to change into temple clothes.

"Girls! Be good!" Strange himself said as he poked his head out his level.

"We will!" They said as they opened the portal door..hopping in as they vanish.

But Strange would get called in. His daughters having something going on.

And why was there a portal to another dimension? Wait... Multiple?!

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #282 - The Rolling Stones, Beggars Banquet, 1968

Ciò che unirà i dischi di Luglio sarà una caratteristica simpatica: hanno avuto tutti le copertine censurate, tanto che ne pubblicherò spesso due, quella che sostituì l’idea originale e l’originale, che in molti casi verrà rispolverata e pubblicata in occasione di rimasterizzazioni, anniversari o cambi di formati. Il disco che inizia la piccola antologia di copertina controversie ne aveva una geniale, ma uscì con quella che vedete in alto: un bigliettino di invito, con tanto di Répondez s’il vous plaît in basso a sinistra. Un invito che la più irriverente rock band del mondo, proiettata già nel 1969 a detenere un ruolo fondamentale nella storia del rock, dava a tutti i suoi fans. Si giocò sull’idea del banquet del titolo per quest’idea, anche delicata, ma nulla aveva a che fare con la prima copertina, per me leggendaria e tra le più belle di tutti i tempi:

Secondo la leggenda, la foto originale fu scattata nel bagno di un concessionario di auto tedesche della California, a cui furono aggiunti irriverenti graffiti, sul retro, lo stesso muro conteneva i titoli delle canzoni del disco da Barry Finenstein. Non fu censurato per il “God Rolls His Own”, nemmeno per la freccia del Sogno di Bob Dylan che finisce sul manico dello sciacquone, ma perchè si intravedeva la tazza della toilet: non so dire perchè nei paesi anglosassoni ci sia questa fobia della tazza, ma la lista di copertine censurate o ritenute offensive solo perchè era visibile quel sanitario è sorprendente. Resta da dire del disco, che esce nel dicembre del 1968, che riporta il suono dei Rolling Stones nel solco del rock blues di cui sono gli indiscussi maestri, abbandonando i giochi psichedelici del precedente Their Satanic Majesties Request, disco un po’ folle, un po’ costruito in risposta al Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band dei Beatles ma che è stato presto dimenticato, tranne per la spettacolare copertina in 3D. Con Beggars Banquet si apre invece un lustro memorabile, con almeno 5 capolavori in fila, che segnano la storia del rock. Il disco si apre con uno dei brani più famosi di tutti i tempi, ma che lascio per ultimo nel racconto. Fu per gli Stones l’ultimo disco con Brian Jones (che morirà tragicamente l’anno successivo), e per anni si ricamò su una sua estromissione pratica dai brani, ma in verità nonostante la sua paranoia e la crescente disaffezione per la band, schiacciato nel connubio artistico tra Jagger e Richards, suonò in quasi tutti i brani. La band inizia a lavorare al disco ad inizio 1968, e della vena creativa che sentono ne è dimostrazione il singolo che lancerà il disco, Jumpin’ Jack Flash (che non appare in scaletta). Si sciorinano dolenti blues, la spettacolare No Expectations, una canzone country acustica che vira verso la parodia del genere stesso, Dear Doctor, che parla sfacciatamente di un mezzo ubriaco che si lamenta che la futura spossa è scappata con suo cugino Lou, Parachute Woman è l’ennesimo blues sbroccato di Jagger (Parachute Woman, Land on Me Tonight, ed è l’allusione più leggera), Jigsaw Puzzle è un altro capolavoro del disco, ritmata e calzante, con un testo narrativo in pieno stile Bob Dylan (che sarà spesso un a fonte indiretta per i Glimmer Twins). Altra canzone mito è Street Fighting Man, ispirato alle manifestazioni parigine del ‘68 e ai cortei anti guerra del Vietnam, ma rimane un po’ distaccato l’approccio alla questione. Diviene però evidente anche una virata “di musica sociale” del gruppo, in brani come Factory Girl, sulle donne operaie, e un bellissimo pezzo, Salt Of The Earth, dove è addirittura Keith Richards che canta, in una canzone omaggio alla classe operaia sale della terra con un crescendo meraviglioso e che chiude un disco storico e leggendario. Che deve parte della sua leggenda alla canzone che apre il disco: scritta da Mick Jagger e Keith Richards, in vacanza a Positano, fu ispirata al cantante dalla lettura di quel capolavoro assoluto che fu Il Maestro E Margherita di Michail Afanas'evič Bulgakov, che Marianne Faithfull, all’epoca sua fidanzata, gli aveva regalato. Quindi Jagger immagina che Lucifero, una persona facoltosa e di classe, si presenti e inizi a raccontare della sua grandezza. Tra le altre: Ed ero là quando Gesù Cristo ebbe il suo momento di dubbio e dolore, Mi assicurai che Pilato se ne lavasse le mani e suggellasse il suo destino (...) Guardavo con gioia mentre i vostri re e regine combattevano per dieci decenni per gli Dei che avevano creato (...) Vagavo per San Pietroburgo quando vidi che era tempo di cambiare, uccisi lo zar e i suoi ministri, intervallate dal quel beffardo “Pleased to meet you\Hope you guess my name\But what’s puzzling you\Is the nature of my game”. Ma oltre il testo, è la musica che è trascinante come poche: un ritmo samba rock che accompagna il canto veloce e sentito, che tra scoop che fecero scandalo (Ho urlato "Chi uccise i Kennedy?" quando dopo tutto siamo stati tu ed io, a poche settimane dell’assassino di Robert candidato alla Presidenza degli Stati Uniti), a frecciatina agli amici di Liverpool (E piazzai delle trappole per i cantastorie che rimasero uccisi prima di raggiungere Bombay, malizioso riferimento al viaggio spirituale in India dei Beatles). Il brano prendeva in giro le voci, all’epoca diffuse, sul satanismo degli Stones, e tra le sue caratteristiche leggendarie c’è il famoso coretto, che nel testo originale del brano è a volte “wooo wooo” a volte “Who? Who?” fu aggiunto all’ultimo momento da Jimmy Miller, il loro fido produttore, con le voce a supporto di Marianne Faithfull e Anita Pallenberg, la fidanzata di Richards. La canzone è diventata una leggenda ben oltre l’ambito musicale, basta ricordare come si presenta V di V per Vendetta: Lasciate che mi presenti, sono un uomo ricco... e di buon gusto!. Tutto sommato alla fine è stato meglio che censurarono un cesso piuttosto che tutta questa meraviglia.

[princessplantasaurus]

Sooooo Bobbery Drabble for nostalgia’s sake? 👀 here’s a prompt if you wanna use it: used to work together a few years ago, lost touch, now both back in town without the other knowing, and ran into each other at the same location

Bob wasn't planning on staying in that particular church very long. He just...didn't live in the city.

Well, technically, he did. But only while in university. On winter and summer breaks he'd return home and attend church in the congregation he grew up in.

But he was still a regular church goer through the school semesters. And with how well he seemed to do with the kids...when he was approached and asked to volunteer with Sunday School and youth ministry...how could he say no?

His favorite were the school aged kids. A boy named Tom, the son of an older member of the church who was affectionately called 'Pa' by most was his favorite, even if he wasn't supposed to have those.

The day he met Megan, however, he was not with the school aged children. He'd been pulled to help with the three year olds, and while cute, they were an entirely different task.

He'd been in the middle of reminding a pair of twins, Katrina and Sabrina, who'd been fighting over a doll, that sharing was caring, and that they could play with the toy together, when one of the other adults stepped in. "You should both be very thankful you have a sister to play dolls with." she spoke sweetly. "After all, your other sister probably isn't very good at playing with them at her little age, is she?"

"All she does is cry and poop." Sabrina agreed.

Katrina sighed. "You're right, Miss Megan. Sorry sis."

"Is okay!" Sabrina grinned. "We can share!"

"Thanks." Bob smiled, standing up to be on eye level with the woman. "Do you know these girls outside of...?"

"Not really." Megan shrugged. "I'm usually helping in the nursery. That's where my own son is, so I'm usually taking care of their baby sister."

"Oh!" Bob was...surprised. She didn't look much older than he did. He was only in his second year of university. He definitely thought he was too young for kids but...maybe God just had a different path for her. He glanced down, noticing the wedding ring on her finger. Figured, she was pretty. Really pretty. "I'm not usually in here either, I'm normally with the grade twos."

"You're fairly new to the congregation, no?" she asked, Bob only now noticing the French accent she spoke with.

He nodded. "I go to university near by. My roommate Larry and I both are from out of town, so we started coming to this church together."

"Larry..." she spoke slowly, and then, as if a lightbulb lit up above her "...the lanky one in the choir?"

"That's the one!" Bob laughed.

"My husband is in choir with him." she smiled. "Apparently the boy's got quite the natural gift."

"He's always singing." Bob noted. "Whether it's worship music, something on the radio, or a song he made up when he can't find his hairbrush."

"It's nice to have a musical household." she smiled, before suddenly snapping "Rosie! We do not throw things at our friends!"

They never did work together after that. But they knew each other - making small talk every other Sunday. Bob continued to volunteer until his graduation, both he and Larry moving once again, this time to the big city pursue their dreams of show business.

It wasn't until five years after that - eight year since their initial meeting - that they'd run into each other again.

Bob had been grabbing a latte on his way home, when a familiar blonde with a school aged son caught his eye in the line up. "Sorry...there's no chance that you're...?"

"My, my." She smirked. "Do my eyes deceive me? Look who made it to the big city after all."

"Haven't left." he nodded. "Larry's still here, too."

"Oh, Francois," she turned towards the child. "Do you remember Larry? From church when you were just a little one?" as the boy nodded shyly, Megan explained "Well this is Bob. He would help with Sunday School and youth ministry with me. He was Larry's best friend back then-"

"I still am!" He grinned. "We work on a show together - I kinda run the whole thing..."

"Quite the accomplishment!" she smiled. "If you're ever open for visitors, I'd love to swing by and see you and Larry."

"Absolutely! You, Francois, your husband..."

An awkward silence fell over the group. Francois looked to his mother sadly, before Megan gently explained "He isn't with us anymore."

"Oh." Bob blinked. "I'm sorry to hear that." trying to brighten the mood, he more cheerfully added "Well, my offer still stands for the two of you-"

"We'd like that very much." she smiled warmly.

Grabbing a napkin, Bob quickly jotted down his phone number. "Whenever you wanna stop by, just give a call! Larry and I would both love to see you!"

A playful smile tugging at her lips given the physicality of what he'd just done, she teased "And what if I wanted to call you for other reasons?"

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Top Songs of 1983 - Hits of 1983

Top Songs of 1983 - Hits of 1983 Top Songs of 1983 including: 1983 AC/DC - Guns For Hire, Air Supply - Making Love Out Of Nothing At All, Billy Joel - Uptown Girl, Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart, Bryan Adams - Straight From The Heart, Elton John - I'm Still Standing, Michael Jackson – Thriller and many more! Subscribe to our channel to see more of our content! 1. 1983 AC/DC - Guns For Hire 2. 1983 Air Supply - Making Love Out Of Nothing At All 3. 1983 Alaska y Dinarama - Perlas Ensangrentadas 4. 1983 Bananarama - Cruel Summer 5. 1983 Barón Rojo - Casi Me Mato 6. 1983 Billy Joel - Uptown Girl 7. 1983 Bob Marley & The Wailers - Buffalo Soldier 8. 1983 Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart 9. 1983 Bryan Adams - Straight From The Heart 10. 1983 Corinne Hermès - Si La Vie Est Cadeau 11. 1983 Culture Club - Karma Chameleon 12. 1983 Cyndi Lauper - Girls Just Want To Have Fun 13. 1983 David Bowie - Let's Dance 14. 1983 Def Leppard - Photograph 15. 1983 DÖF - Codo (...düse im Sauseschritt) 16. 1983 Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers - Islands In The Stream 17. 1983 Donna Summer - She Works Hard For The Money 18. 1983 Duran Duran - Is There Something I Should Know? 19. 1983 Eddy Grant - Electric Avenue 20. 1983 Electric Light Orchestra - Rock 'N' Roll Is King 21. 1983 Elton John - I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues 22. 1983 Elton John - I'm Still Standing 23. 1983 Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) 24. 1983 Frank Stallone - Far From Over 25. 1983 Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax 26. 1983 Freeez - IOU 27. 1983 Gazebo - I Like Chopin 28. 1983 Gonzalo - Quién Piensa En Ti 29. 1983 Irene Cara - What A Feeling (Flashdance) 30. 1983 Jimmy Cliff - Reggae Night 31. 1983 John Mellencamp - Pink Houses 32. 1983 José Cid - Portuguesa Bonita 33. 1983 Journey - Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) 34. 1983 Kajagoogoo - Too Shy 35. 1983 KC & The Sunshine Band - Give It Up 36. 1983 Laid Back - Sunshine Reggae 37. 1983 Lime - Guilty 38. 1983 Lionel Richie - All Night Long (All Night) 39. 1983 Madonna - Holiday 40. 1983 Masquerade - Guardian Angel 41. 1983 Matthew Wilder - Break My Stride 42. 1983 Mecano - Barco A Venus 43. 1983 Men Without Hats - The Safety Dance 44. 1983 Michael Jackson - Beat It 45. 1983 Michael Jackson - Billie Jean 46. 1983 Michael Jackson - Thriller 47. 1983 Michael Sembello - Maniac 48. 1983 Mike Oldfield & Maggie Reilly - Moonlight Shadow 49. 1983 NEA - 989 Luftbalons 50. 1983 Nino De Angelo - Jenseits von Eden 51. 1983 Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield 52. 1983 Paul McCartney & Michael Jackson - Say Say Say 53. 1983 Paul Young - Come Back And Stay 54. 1983 Paul Young - Love of the Common People 55. 1983 Real Life - Send Me An Angel 56. 1983 Righeira - Vamos A La Playa 57. 1983 Robin Gibb - Juliet 58. 1983 Rod Stewart - Baby Jane 59. 1983 Rod Stewart - What Am I Gonna Do (I'm So In Love With You) 60. 1983 Ryan Paris - Dolce Vita 61. 1983 Slade - My Oh My 62. 1983 Spandau Ballet - Gold 63. 1983 Spandau Ballet - True 64. 1983 The Flying Pickets - Only You 65. 1983 The Kinks - Come Dancing 66. 1983 The Police - Every Breath You Take 67. 1983 The Romantics - Talking In Your Sleep 68. 1983 The Smiths - This Charming Man 69. 1983 Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now 70. 1983 Thompson Twins - Lies 71. 1983 Tino Casal – Embrujada 72. 1983 Toto Cutugno - L'Italiano 73. 1983 Tracey Ullman - They Don't Know 74. 1983 Trans-X - Living On Video 75. 1983 U2 - New Year's Day 76. 1983 U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday 77. 1983 UB40 - Red Red Wine 78. 1983 Vídeo - La Noche No Es Para Mí 79. 1983 Wham! - Club Tropicana 80. 1983 Yes - Owner Of A Lonely Heart Related Searches: Greatest Hits of 1983, Best Jukebox 1983 Playlist, Late 1983 Non Stop , Top 1983 Non Stop, Mix 1983 Compilation, Best 1983 List, Late 1983 UK, Best 1983 Playlist, Best 1983 Non Stop, Best 1983 Video, Greatest 1983 Non Stop, Mix 1983 Playlist, Best Jukebox 1983 List, List of 1983 Mix, Top 1983 USA, Best Songs of 1983, Top Music 1983, Hits of 1983 Relate Hashtags: #songsof1983 #hits1983 #songs1983 #listof1983mix #hits1983 #bestsongs1983 #classic1983playlist #greatest1983nonstop #best1983list #best1983video #top1983mix #greatest1983video #mix1983playlist #top1983nonstop #mix1983compilation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzT6er00YIM

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El campocorto sigue exhibiendo un gran poder ofensivo con el madero previo al inicio de la temporada 2024 de Grandes Ligas. Pablo Sandoval se despidió con un hit. José Azocar brilló en el cierre del ST. ligó de 3-2 con tres rayitas remolcadas para los frailes. El criollo dejó promedio de .324 en la primavera con los Padres de San Diego Orlando Arcia viene de una gran campaña en 2023, se podría decir que fue en la que mejor desempeño mostró desde su debut en Major League Baseball (MLB) en agosto de 2016. El oriundo de Anaco, Anzoátegui, logró ser seleccionado por primera vez en su carrera para el Juego de Estrellas de Grandes Ligas. Sus números con  Atlanta Braves lo hicieron posible tras sumar, 17 jonrones, 25 dobles y 125 hits en 139 juegos, para un promedio al bate de .264. Además de su gran labor como campocorto. En el actual Spring Training ha exhibido todo su poder con el madero, pues en 19 presentaciones acumuló cinco cuadrangulares, 11 hits y ocho carreras impulsadas, con average de .250. Orlando Arcia continúa inspirado A dos días para el Opening Day, Orlando Arcia volvió a dar gala de su fuerza ante Minnesota Twins. Pese a la derrota 9-6 frente a los mellizos, el oriental pudo dejar su huella en el encuentro con un batazo por el jardín izquierdo que se distanció a 402 pies, lo suficiente para salir del terreno de juego y traer a Sean Murphy al plato para poner el 4-4 parcial. Desde su estreno en el circuito de MLB, el venezolano registra 70 bambinazos y un campeonato de Serie Mundial, obtenido con Atlanta Braves en 2021, franquicia a la que llegó ese año proveniente de Milwaukee Brewers. El útimo hit de Pablo Samdoval [caption id="attachment_107107" align="aligncenter" width="1024"] Pablo Sandoval | Foto cortesía[/caption] Si este martes 26 de marzo era el día de la despedida de Pablo Sandoval, no podía hacerlo sin antes conectar un hit. Los Gigantes de San Francisco habían organizado una jornada especial en el Oracle Park para homenajearlo, y la gente respondió de gran manera para acompañarlo en sentimiento. Pese a la incertidumbre de si se mantendrá o no con la organización para esta temporada 2024 de las Grandes Ligas, el Panda se gozó su juego de la mejor manera. Vale recordar que el equipo le dio la oportunidad de ser parte de este Spring Training en calidad de invitado, y durante semanas demostró sus ganas de continuar jugando beisbol. Para esta ocasión especial, el manager Bob Melvin optó por no incluirlo en el lineup inicial para darle entrada con el compromiso ya en desarrollo. Es por eso que en la parte alta del sexto inning ingresó al terreno de juego para recibir una merecida ovación por parte de los miles de aficionados presentes en el estadio. Pero eso no quedó allí. A pesar de fallar en su primera visita al plato, lo mejor lo guardó para el final. Como si se tratara de un guion de película, Sandoval fue el primer bateador del noveno episodio, y luego de batallar un gran turno logró conectar una cutter pegada a su cuerpo para sacar un sencillo con bate roto incluido. Luego de eso, el venezolano se retiró reemplazado para lo que fue su posible última ola de aplausos de un Oracle Park que lo sigue recordando. Su intención es seguir jugando, así sea en Ligas Menores con la sucursal AAA de los Gigantes, para de esa manera no retirarse y mantenerse en la órbita del mejor beisbol del mundo. José Azócar con un cierre pletórico [caption id="attachment_107108" align="aligncenter" width="696"] José Azócar. (Foto: Ross D. Franklin/AP)[/caption] José Azocar tuvo un cierre de primavera pletórico con el madero este martes. El nativo de Güiria ingresó en la derrota de los Padres de San Diego 7-6 frente a los Marineros de Seattle y dio su aporte ofensivo. El jardinero entró en el quinto inning y ligó de 3-2 con tres rayitas remolcadas para los frailes. En su segundo turno, Azocar conectó un hit que remolcó a Ethan Salas y Graham Pauley poniendo la pizarra 5-4 en favor de San Diego en la séptima entrada.

Y para cerrar el aporte ofensivo, el criollo conectó otro sencillo y remolcó la sexta rayita de los Padres en el juego. En la alta del noveno, Seattle fabricó tres anotaciones y tomó la ventaja del compromiso. Azocar cerró su actuación en el spring training con promedio de .324 (37-12) sumado a dos jonrones y siete impulsadas. El pitcher ganador de este compromiso fue Austin Voth. La derrota se la llevó Woo-Suk Go. Para recibir en tu celular esta y otras informaciones, únete a nuestras redes sociales, síguenos en Instagram, Twitter y Facebook como @DiarioElPepazo El Pepazo/Meridiano/Líder

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Paige was enjoying herself immensely. Never before had she partaken in such illicit sexual activities as a threesome, but she was ‘oh so glad’ she decided to bite the bullet with these twins. To be stuffed and filled from both ends with their glorious cocks. As Lorcan’s massive cock stretched her tight canal and muscle in such a delightful way, Cyril’s was fucking her mouth deliciously so. Her body was thrumming with such intensity and blatant want and need coursing through her veins. Wantonly pushing back against Lorcan’s hips as he pounded relentlessly into her puckered entrance. All the while her tongue swirling around Cy’s cock as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked diligently as she bobbed her head back and forth at a furious pace to bring him to the precipice as she was flying high herself. A low groan emitted from her throat at the feel of his hand slap her ass, not caring if it left a mark, in fact she wanted him too. Something to remember him by. Not like she would be forgetting this at all. It’ll be an amazing memory forever burned in her mind. The sound of a new person caused her to momentarily pause her actions, as she quickly moved her head to look and see her sister. With a bright smile she immediately wrapped her mouth around his hardened length once more.

Phoebe was quickly sobering up at the sight before her. How dare her sister have all the fun. If the roles were reversed, she would’ve let them share together equally. Of course, Paige was greedy and a small part couldn’t blame her. With soft giggles falling from her lips the nearer she moved to the free show. She noted the one whom Paige was pleasing with her mouth beckoned her closer so she swayed her hips provocatively as she inched nearer with a warm, inviting smile gracing her lips. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she let them wander over both men appreciatively, before his hand cupped her cheeks and letting his lips capture hers. Swallowing a low mewl that threatened to escape before they broke apart. Her body immediately on high alert and a renewed sense of pleasure running through. “Oh. I certainly would. You gorgeous, sexy man,” she chuckled lowly letting her fingers trace her lower lip. “What’s your name’s handsome and sexy?” she queried flirtatiously, knowing that Paige was slightly annoyed their focus now on her, which only delighted her further. Not needing to be told twice, Phoebe eagerly removed the rest of her clothing. Ready and primed for action as she could feel the wetness pool between her thighs. With her perky breasts and shaved mound on display. She let her hands glide over her body. “Ready and waiting, sweetheart?” she winked. “Come on, sis make him cum,” she urged playfully with a low chortle.

Both brothers were enjoyed the feeling of Paige; one behind her taking her from behind and the other taking her mouth. It had been one of the rare times they shared a partner but they both knew that they would agree that Paige was by far their favorite. Lorcan envied the fact that his brother and Paige seemed to take after another; a sibling rivalry when it came to woman but he knew that envy was all to brief. For now that pleasure of his cock buried inside her tight channel was sheer pleasure that he would not regret taking. Her body rocking back onto his cock and forcing him to take her deeper. It almost seemed she was moving on her on accord. He chuckled at whimpering tone, smacking her arse with a palm again before he stroked her skin. “I think you’ll be a favorite of my brother once he had his turn” He said, taking her hips in a firm grip and snapped his him forward with grunts of effort and a panted breath. He fucked her with deep and fast strokes, so much so he rocked her forward. He could hear the gagging she had taking Cyril’s cock, smirking as he heard a giggle from the the tent.

Cyril moaned loudly, stilling his hips as he allowed the movements take hold over him; his brothers hips pushing Piage repeatedly forward to take his cock and fucking her forward to take him in her throat. Cyril held her head, tangled with a slight grip as he stroked his free hand along her back and praised her. “good girl, aren’t you. Taking us both” he crooned, watching her eyes flutter and found himself lost in the sensations that he barely heard the voice behind where he saw a mirrored twin of Paige that the knew to be Phoebe. It was a shriek of surprise that nearly faltered him until he realized how much Paige had told her about her enjoyment seeing her sister with two men pleasing her and likeness to join in. There was truth in that. The fact that she was already undressing. Cyril smiled, beckoned her over whilst her dear sister was full with his cock in her mouth. He cupped phoebe’s cheek, bringing her to his lips and kissed her deeply, nipping at her lip and munbled for her to undress for them. “Oh she didn’t forget, love. She said you might like to join us.” he moved his lips to her neck, nipping at the skin. “Would you like a turn with me, love?” he asked, hand still Paige’s hair as his hips began again and started fucking her mouth and ready to fill it so he could easily switch to her sister and cause some envy. That, and he wanted his own taste of her. “strip for us, darling”

[zablife]

The Fight

Summary: After Bonnie loses his first fight, you’re worried he’s been seriously injured.

Author’s Note: Requested by a lovely anon who wanted a fluffy fic between a Shelby sis and an injured Bonnie. In this fic, reader is Finn’s twin sister.

Warnings: injury, mention of blood, drinking

"Bonnie!" you screamed, watching your lover fall to the mat with a thud, blood spraying across the canvas in a thick gush. You watched Aberama cup his hands around his mouth to call out to Bonnie across the ring, but you could barely hear anything as the crowd around you went wild and the blood in your ears rushed to drown it all out. Your heart beat against your rib cage as you wondered what would happen if he didn't get up. 

Polly held you back from rushing toward the ring, stroking your hair. "I knew we shouldn't have let you come," she said remorsefully. You buried your head in her shoulder unable to watch as the other fighter was named the victor.

Lizzie convinced you to wash your face before returning to the emptied arena. Then she snuck you a few sips of gin as you waited for news. Finally, Finn appeared with his cap in his hands. 

"Is it bad, Finn? Tell me the truth" you begged, sniffling back your tears. You'd watched Bonnie fight plenty of times when you'd accompanied your twin brother to the bare knuckle brawls, but this was different. This was a prize fight and the stakes were much higher. The other fighter looked like he wanted to kill Bonnie and for a moment you thought he had.

Finn hung his head and bit the inside of his cheek, all the signs he was about to lie to you. "He's alright, y/n."

"You're lying!" you said, hitting his chest repeatedly as hard as you could. "You swore everything would be fine, Finn! You and Tommy and Arthur all said he'd win, but look what's happened!" 

Finn held your hands away from his body, remaining calm as he hushed you. "Stop it, would you? He is alright. Nose is broke, that's why there was so much blood, but the trainer's got it stopped now so you can go see him if you like." With that he let you go and you flew to the locker room to be with your boyfriend. 

Upon seeing you, Aberama excused himself and you began to weep again at the sight of Bonnie's bruised and bloodied face. His right eye was swollen shut and his hands looked just as bad. He eyed you wearily, waiting for the lecture he knew he had coming. Instead you ran to him and hugged him tightly where he sat. "Oh, God, Bon. I thought he'd killed you!" you sobbed, clutching onto him.

You felt Bonnie's Adam's apple bob against your shoulder and you knew how guilty he was feeling. He hated how much you worried for his safety. "M sorry, dove. So sorry I scared you," he said quietly, rubbing a hand over your back gently as your cries subsided. After a few moments of silence he mumbled into your hair, "You knew that's what was supposed to happen though, didn't you?"

You pulled away in shock, shaking your head in disbelief. Wiping a tear from your cheek you said, "What are you saying? You did it on purpose?"

Bonnie nodded slowly. "I thought you knew the fight was fixed." He gave a shrug before he added, "Had to make it look realistic. It's all part of the business."

Your anger began to grow as you realized Tommy put him up to this. "You mean...you let a man break your nose tonight just so you could make money for my brothers?"

Bonnie's mouth hung open for a moment before he stammered a reply. "Well...yes....but getting my nose broke wasn't really part of the plan." He cracked half a smile, hoping you'd laugh at his joke, but you stood with arms crossed over your chest expecting more of an explanation.

Bonnie hopped down from the table and placed his hands over your arms, stroking them up and down. "The money is for us, y/n. I wanted to be able to buy you a ring," he started, then became shy unable to find the words before beginning again as his hand rose to your cheek. "Tommy's already given his blessing. Now I'm hoping you'll agree to marry me...If you ever forgive me that is," he said searching your eyes.

Your breath hitched as you realized what he was saying. How clever of him to get out of this mess by proposing now, you thought. Suddenly, you didn't care, but you did need one more promise from him before you would say yes. "Of course I'll marry you, you stupid, reckless idiot!" you laughed. Bonnie broke into a wide grin and took a deep breath in relief.

"But first, you have to swear you'll tell me before you do anything like this again. We'll talk about it and decide it together," you said seriously, raising your eyebrows at him and waiting for a verbal agreement. His good eye sparkled with mischief, but he didn't dare argue.

"Anything you say, Mrs. Gold. Now, can a champion have a kiss?" he asked cheekily, running his hand down to the base of your neck and attempting to pull you toward him.

"Are you daft? I'll suffocate you with that broken nose!" you reminded him. "Besides, I'm still mad at you," you warned, playfully hitting him on the shoulder. You laced your fingers through his and kissed his swollen knuckles with care. "I do love you though, Bonnie. I reckon if you're brave enough to do what you did tonight, you're brave enough to be married to me."

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