#hunter bradley x oc

[thenostalgiaranger]

okay so in the first episode Ruby is sent to the Wind Ninja Academy from the Fox-Fire Academy because Cam wants to study the power of the White Fire Power Ranger Morpher. During one of the days she is there is the day that Shane, Tori, and Dustin are late for class - they meet on their walk with sensei. Then when Lothor attacks the next day she morphs (??? still unsure about that, maybe lothor just sees her morpher and knows whats up) and gets captured. Not in a bubble but like just straight up kidnapped.

After the Wind Rangers deal with the monster threat on earth they....somehow get to Lothor's ship to save her. BUT she's already been set free by a mysterious blond stranger also on the ship. And now she can't stop thinking about him or what the heck he was doing on that ship.

[thegigilwriter]

07 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary: 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

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Keywords/Warnings: Romance, Implied religious themes (OC is Catholic), little angst, Drama

07 | Beautiful & Broken ⛪️

Sunday AM June 25, 2023

Lucy stirred into consciousness, eyes first meeting the subtle light of the early morning sky. She squinted, feeling for her phone charging on her nightstand and checking the time. It was 6:20 in the morning and there was somewhere that she needed to be. Just as Lucy was about to start the day, Bradleyʼs visage came into mind as well the feel of his lips and the scent of his neck filled her senses. She sighed, allowing herself to daydream before the quick vibration of her phone interrupted her early daze.

Bradley: Good morning Angel :3

Lucy: Good morning :)) Why are you up so early?

Bradley: Havenʼt stopped thinking about you since our last date :))

Bradley: Did I wake you up?

Lucy: Nope, I was already up.

Bradley: Why are you up so early?

Lucy: Church :))

Bradley: Can I come with?

Lucy didnʼt reply for a couple of minutes, as she pressed her lips against her phone smiling.

Lucy: Of course you can :))

Bradley: Ok! Iʼll pick you up in a few.

Lucy squealed, throwing her phone before sprinting to the her closet.

Bradley arrived at Lucyʼs apartment a few moments later in a hunter green polo shirt and khaki pants with brown dress shoes. He smiled as he watched her close the gate behind her and opened his arms to welcome her into them. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her forehead.

“Hello,ˮ she giggled.

“Youʼre breathtaking Angel,ˮ Bradley said to her softly, as he twirled in her around in her deep aquamarine drop waist-dress with gold-work, embroidered cap sleeves. Her soft waves were in a half up and her lips were glossed.

“Oh stop it you sweet-talker,ˮ Lucy hummed. “Youʼre gonna make me blush too much.ˮ Bradley chuckled as he guided her towards the Bronco and set off towards Lucyʼs church.

“Just a heads up,ˮ Lucy told him. “Youʼre gonna meet a lot of people — like a lot. Many of them are not really my blood-related relatives, but I do consider them my family.ˮ

“Itʼs all good Angel,ˮ Bradley reached over to hold her hand. “Are you nervous that theyʼll scare me away?ˮ

“Itʼs just that—“ Lucy sighed, laughing. “I love them— but they can be loud and intrusive and—“

“Angel,ˮ Bradley drew circles around the back of her hand. “Stop. Iʼm actually really happy that youʼre comfortable with me enough to let me into your life like this. If this is important to you, itʼs equally important to me. Okay?ˮ

“Okay,ˮ Lucy smiled, admiring the way his aviators hung on his nose and the way his locks trembled in the wind. He kissed her hand affectionately.

Bradley parked nearby the entrance and they entered the church together. Bradley gazed up at the painted ceilings, iridescent painted glass, and the elaborate altar in the front. Lucy genuflected before taking her seat in the middle pew near the choir. The people were gathering now, they were just in time before the crowds began to fill up the church.

“Great turnout today,ˮ Bradley whispered to her.

Lucy chuckled.

“Itʼs Godʼs day,ˮ she replies.

“And our day,ˮ Bradley says. He holds her hand again.

Bradley watched as Lucy waved to every passerby, even holding brief conversations with them — some in English and others in different languages — before they had to take their seats. When Bradley met their gazes, they would smile kindly and maybe say a quick “hello.ˮ

“Tita Ramona,ˮ Lucy greeted politely as the widow made her way down the pew and sat beside her and Bradley.

“Hello anak, how are you?ˮ Her eyes gleamed. “And who is your new friend?ˮ

“Iʼm doing well ninang,ˮ Lucy replied. “This is Bradley Bradshaw. Bradley, this is my godmother Tita Ramona.ˮ

“Hello maʼam, itʼs nice to meet you,ˮ Bradley said to her, reaching out his hand to shake hers.

“Likewise, Bradley. Itʼs very kind that youʼre accompanying Lucy today.ˮ

“Thank you, but with a woman like her? I think the privilege is mine.ˮ Lucy blushed as Tita Ramona chuckled.

The procession commenced, then the beginning antiphon, the first and second readings, and the gospel. After which, Father Mike came down from the altar and stood at the very front of the mass. He was a sprightly old man in good shape despite his priestly robes with a thick head of silver hair, crowʼs eyes, and a naturally charming smile.

“Good morning everyone,ˮ he spoke into the microphone.

“Good morning Father,ˮ Lucy replied, as well as everyone else.

“Looks like not everyone has had breakfast yet,ˮ he chuckled and echoes of it followed. “So Iʼll keep this short and sweet.ˮ

“Today our readings were centered on Abraham, the Father of Faith, and Job. Particularly, Abraham was commanded by God to offer up his only son as a sacrifice. And Job, a righteous man — a good man — who God had allowed to him all the possibly bad things you can imagine. His livelihood robbed, properties burned, servants and children killed — and if those werenʼt enough he suffered a malady so severe that not even his friends were willing to help him in his time of need.ˮ

“Like Abraham, like Job — every single one of us has been faced with things we have to do but donʼt want to, and go through the rough bumps of life. But why? Why does God allow us to suffer? Why do bad things happen to good people?ˮ

Father Mike paused, and within this moment Lucyʼs gaze lingered towards the choir and the ensemble. She stared at the empty seat.

“In all my years of studying and reflecting, I cannot give you an answer. Yes, He may allow suffering for punishment, to change us, or to bring us closer to Him. But youʼre probably wondering — and as am I — why it all has to be through suffering. Why it has to be so hard...ˮ

“Why do we have to be broken?ˮ

The last time Bradley went to church was when he was a gangly teenager in high school. It was one of the most recent memories he had of his late mother. He remembered not wanting to be there. He only went so that he could make her happy. One of the things that amazed Bradley about his mother, was the faith that she had in a being that allowed her husband to never return home or raise her child alone. And here he was, in church, with a girl appearing to hold to that same kind of faith.

“But let me tell you something: it isnʼt for nothing. If we donʼt experience bad things in life... then why would be need God to turn to? If we donʼt experience bad things in life... then how can we fully appreciate the good? When,you feel like youʼve been broken too much to be worthy, remember this: God turns brokenness into beauty. He uses brokenness to tell his stories. Rahab was a prostitute. David was a murderer. Moses feared speaking to crowds. Joseph was abused. Elijah was suicidal. Samson was a womanizer. The bad things in your life, and the pain that comes after is not for nothing. So, like Abraham, let us have faith. It may not be to the degree that you can put your child on the altar — but even a little is sometimes enough.ˮ

From the corner of Bradleyʼs eye, he swore that he saw Lucy hastily wipe her cheek. Throughout the mass, he couldnʼt help but glance at her frequently. How she sang, the way she held his fingers during ‘Our Father,ʼ how she recited every prayer from memory. When she stood to receive communion, he smiled at her reassuringly as he remained in his seat. Tita Ramona sat beside him, watching Lucy just the same.

“Wonʼt you go up there?ˮ Bradley asked her quietly.

“Oh no,ˮ Tita Ramona replied, staring at the communion line. “I already went to mass earlier this morning, I only came now so that I could see how Lucy was doing.ˮ

“Youʼre a good godmother,ˮ he remarked.

“Itʼs only my duty to her,ˮ she said, pausing right after. “Lucy has never brought a man to church before.ˮ

Bradleyʼs breath hitched.

“It appears that you have made quite the impression on her,ˮ Tita Ramona smiled. “You are here and now you are an important person in her life.ˮ

She gazed right at Bradley. Beneath her widowʼs veil he saw the wisdom and age behind her milky eyes which despite their kind demeanor, regarded him seriously.

“Be careful with her, please.ˮ Tita Ramona whispered. “There are things that can only be broken so much.ˮ She patted his shoulder gently before lifting herself to her feet and gently floating towards the aisle.

After the final blessing, Bradley and Lucy were invited to the after-mass reception in the church common hall. It was a beautiful space complete with a curtained stage, a kitchen, hardwood tables, and painted glass.

As Lucy introduced Bradley to her community, he couldnʼt quite shake from his mind what Tita Ramona had said to him in mass. Was Lucy, for lack of a better term, broken? He watched her closely as she happily greeted the little children that ran to her arms and fondly called her Aunt Lulu. He watched as she pressed her forehead against the wrinkled knuckles of her elders saying ‘mano po.ʼ He watched as she squealed and embraced her girlfriends. He tried to wring his memory of any instance when Lucy ever said anything about her past when all he could recall was her kind smile, her breathtaking gaze, and her sweet lips. If Lucy Mitchell was broken, she was brilliant in showing no indication of it. His thoughts were interrupted when a little old lady placed a plate in his hand and patted his shoulder.

“You eat,ˮ she told him with a thick accent as she wobbled away to place more plates in the hands of more unsuspecting church goers in a daze. Lucy laughed, sauntering over to Bradley after meeting with her giggling girlfriends looking in his direction.

“You donʼt happen to have three other brothers, do you?ˮ Lucy chuckled. “My friends wonʼt believe me.ˮ

“Thatʼs too bad,ˮ Bradley clicked his tongue, as he held her hand. “Thereʼs only one Bradshaw and it looks like heʼs already been spoken for.ˮ

“Oh?ˮ Lucy feigned with a smile. “Are you allowed to tell me for whom?ˮ

“Mʼfraid I canʼt,ˮ Bradley sighed. “Yʼknow for safety reasons, with demand being so limited you see...ˮ

“Okay, you wait here,ˮ Lucy laughed, taking his plate. “Iʼm going to get a slice of Tita Lolitaʼs famous peach mango ice cream cake for you.ˮ

“Thatʼs why Iʼm all yours Angel,ˮ Bradley hummed, kissing her cheek as she headed toward the kitchens.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw!ˮ Someone called. Perplexed, Bradley turned towards the direction of his name. In the sea of crowds he saw a young, handsome, familiar face making his way towards him.

“Benji Bonifacio?ˮ Bradley shook his hand firmly. “Whatʼre you doinʼ here?ˮ

“What are you talkinʼ about? These are my people, man!ˮ He replied excitedly. Benjamin Bonifacio was one of the crew that worked with the carrierʼs radar, he had been with Bradley in his last two deployments and have grown increasingly close since. They first clicked when they switched each otherʼs gym bags because they were both similarly labeled with their initials.

“Who you here with?ˮ Benji asked him just as Lucy came over with the aforementioned dessert with two forks.

“Asa?ˮ

“Bentot?ˮ

“Bentot?ˮ Bradley guffawed.

“Itʼs my other callsign man,ˮ Benji sighed.

“Wait, do you two know each other?ˮ Lucy looked between them.

“Youʼre with her?ˮ Benji looked to Bradley.

“Angel, Benʼs been with me in my last two deployments. He works in radar.ˮ Bradley informed her.

“Oh thatʼs right!ˮ Lucy mused in Benʼs direction. “You just had your first deployment recently!ˮ

“And you date, now?!ˮ Benji exclaimed. “Since when?ˮ

“Bradley, Benʼs my cousin. I grew up with him in Oregon,ˮ she told him before turning to Benji. “And for the record I have always been able to date. I just donʼt prefer to as much as you do.ˮ

“Tomboy ka kase noon,ˮ Ben stuck his tongue out.

“Feeling gwapo ka masyado,ˮ Lucy replied, sticking her tongue out just as so.

“Clearly you guys are related,ˮ Bradley chuckled, amused at the interaction.

“What can I say man?ˮ Ben smirked. “Good looks run in our fam.ˮ

Bradley laughed as Ben patted his shoulder heartily. Lucy looked between them again, smiling widely.

“Hey, did you know Ravagerʼs here?ˮ Ben told Bradley. Bradley averted his gaze towards Lucy, urging him with an encouraging nod.

“Go,ˮ Lucy winked as she began eating away at the dessert. “I need to catch up on the latest chismis anyway.ˮ

“Ravager!ˮ Benji called out and one of the men among others turned to his voice.

“Rooster!ˮ He flashed a smile. “Whatʼre you doinʼ here?ˮ Ravager was a Lieutenant Commander. He was the cool, laid-back older brother type with mad skill and plenty of experience. Ravager was a decade older than Bradley with silver streaks in his haphazard locks and sharp, Sicilian features. Rooster looked closely at the men in his midst and noticed even more familiar faces — they were in the navy too.

“His new girlʼs my cousin!ˮ Benji told him.

“Asa? The pretty one?ˮ Ravager quirked a brow. “Good for you, Rooster.ˮ

After a few exchanges with the other navy men and some friendly banter, Ravager and Rooster found themselves alone together at the buffet table, grabbing a water from the cooler.

“Have you been at this church long?ˮ Bradley asked him after taking a sip from his bottle.

“Oh yeah,ˮ he replied, as he closed his cap. “I was married here. My wifeʼs half- Filipina. She knows Asaʼs mom quite well.ˮ

“So,ˮ Ravager remarked. “You and Asa, huh?ˮ

“Yeah,ˮ Bradley smiled. “Sheʼs really good to me.ˮ

Ravager chuckled.

“What?ˮ

“Itʼs just...ˮ Ravager sighed. “She doesnʼt look like your usual type.ˮ

“My usual type?ˮ Bradley cocked his head. “Whatʼs that supposed to mean?ˮ

“You know... there was Foxy.ˮ

“That was four years ago.ˮ

“Then Cherry.ˮ

“That was two years ago.ˮ

“Then Nova.ˮ

“That was over a year ago.ˮ

“That one was a shit show,ˮ Ravager shook his head.

“Whatʼre you getting at, Ravager?ˮ

“Rooster, I know youʼre a good guy.ˮ Ravager began to use his hands exasperatedly. “And if it were any other girl I wouldnʼt care. But this Asa. This is Lucy. I know her and sheʼs a good girl. She watches my kids and my wifeʼs quite close with her family. Sheʼs not like the other ones that you used to mess around with because you were scared of being committed. I need to know that youʼre serious about her, otherwise I canʼt walk away from this.ˮ

“Well you can,ˮ Bradley replied heatedly. “Because I am serious about her. Iʼm getting deployed soon and I plan on making it official before I go. Youʼre right. Lucyʼs not like any of the other women Iʼve been with. Thatʼs why Iʼm serious this time.ˮ

“Well shit then Rooster,ˮ Ravager chuckled, grasping his shoulder. “Welcome to the club, I guess.ˮ

“Thanks,ˮ Bradley nodded. “And Iʼm not Hangman, you know?ˮ

“Rooster,ˮ Ravager said to him in all seriousness. “If it had been Hangman that walked through those doors with Asa hanging on his arm you best believe he would have been runninʼ out of here like his ass is on fire.ˮ

Bradley laughed.

Bradley pulled up in front of Lucyʼs apartment some two hours later. She reached across to kiss him on the cheek before caressing his face affectionately.

“Thank you,ˮ she smiled, eyes beaming. “For what, Angel?ˮ

“For coming to church with me,ˮ Lucy breathed. “You have no idea how much it means to me.ˮ

“For you, Angel? Anything.ˮ

She kissed him again, fully on the lips, as her hands wandered across his chest and among his curls.

“Iʼll see you tonight,ˮ she whispered.

Hangman said it best: “drop down and take the shot, Rooster!” Go Bradley! Coming up next: 08 | Crab Dinners and Star Gazers.

[spiritranger]

𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 — Blake Bradley

GIF by @erniesbrainfreeze

Format: One-Shot

Summary: Blake and his girlfriend revel in his hard-earned victory, celebrating it in a much-deserved and unforgettable way.

Pairings: blake bradley x female!oc ( Aileen )

Word Count: 2,127

Warnings: nsfw content. choking, dirty talking, fingering, oral sex ( male & female receiving ), unprotected sex, spanking, spit play & creampie.

AS THEY SCREAMED, Aileen stood next to her good friends Tori and Shane, cheering on their friends in the race, Dustin, Hunter, and Aileen's boyfriend of two years, Blake. If she could admit one thing, it's that watching her boyfriend race and be all dirty like that made her core tingle. It did things to her. The racers got closer to the finish line, and when Blake won first place crossing the line, Aileen couldn't be happier. She cheers along with everyone else. While Blake cheered, other racers took their helmets off, upset at their loss.

She watched as her boyfriend slapped hands with his friends and thanked them before he got to her. Blake smiles at Aileen, and she lunges into his arms, excitedly hugging him.

"I'm so happy for you." Aileen beams, placing a kiss on Blake's cheek.

"Thank you, sweetness." Blake smiles, kissing her plump lips.

"I have a surprise for you," Aileen replies, smirking, biting her full bottom lip.

"Ohh, I love your surprises." Blake smiles. "Your place or mine?"

"Mine," Aileen whispers, eyes clouded with lust.

"Give me twenty minutes. I'll meet you at your car," Blake whispers huskily to Aileen, who only smirks.

She gives him a nod before retreating away. As Blake watched his girlfriend walk away, thinking if she's wearing panties under that cute dress she has on, he didn't hear his brother or their friends call him.

"Hey Blake, everything alright?" His friend Tori asked.

"Huh...oh yeah, I'm good." Blake nods.

"Where'd Aileen go?" Shane questions, a little worried.

"She said she's feeling sick, so she's gonna go home." Blake lies. "Oh um, and thank you guys for coming and showing support."

"You're welcome." The group all nodded.

"I'll see you guys later. I'm going to make sure Aileen's okay." Blake claims, pointing towards Aileen's car.

"Yea, alright, but so that you know, I know what that means." Blake's brother Hunter replies, slapping his hand on his shoulder.

The group all laughed as Blake stood there speechless and nodded. He waved bye to his friends before heading to Aileen's car, where she waited patiently. Once Blake fastened his seatbelt Aileen starts the car and drives off but not before she throws something into Blake's lap. A confused Blake looks down and picks up the black lacey thong that belonged to his girlfriend. Aileen held a cheeky smirk as she drove.

Blake only nods his head laughing, knowing that once they get to Aileen's house, she's going to get punished for what she did. When Aileen parks in her house's driveway, the couple gets out of the car and heads inside, then goes straight upstairs to her room. Immediately Blake throws his girlfriend on the bed and gets on top of her, attacking her lips. She then starts giggling into the kiss.

"Someone is eager." Aileen smiles.

"You're gonna get it, babe." Blake beckoned, nibbling on her neck.

"Oh really." She purrs, biting her lip.

He gropes Aileen's breasts through the dress, then pulls it down off her shoulders and wraps his mouth around her nipple. Aileen moans, cradling Blake's head as he skims his teeth against her hardened nipple.

"Mmm, you taste so good." Blake moans, smiling up at her.

"I know something else that tastes even better," Aileen replies, smirking at him.

"Trust me. I'm going to taste that," Blake mumbles, kissing her lips.

His hand snakes under her orange dress, immediately finding her wet cunt, and runs his fingers over it. Aileen lets out a moan as his finger comes in contact with her sensitive clit. Her hips bucked up, grinding against them as the two continued kissing harder. Blake shifted above his girlfriend as he laid in between his girlfriend, helping her take off the constricting dress leaving her naked. The two give each other a smile before engaging in an aggressive kiss.

Teeth were clicking as tongues were swirling around one each other, then both were sucking, nibbling, and licking bottom lips. Hands gripped and grabbed the back of Blake's shirt, and he got the cue to take it off. Aileen's hands ran up and down her boyfriend's warm skin as she hooked her legs around his waist. Blake groans as her nails raked through his short hair gripping the back of his neck. His hips grind into hers, causing his clothed cock to brush up against her sensitive clit.

Blake shifts up to his knees and stares down at his whimpering and whining girlfriend with a smirk. Aileen couldn't help but bite her lip as she ran her nails down Blake's toned stomach. He reaches down and unbuckles the belt on his jeans, which makes Aileen antsy. She knew how to push his buttons.

Aileen knew that Blake didn't like when she'd play with herself in front of him but did anyway. By the look he gave her, she knew she was in for a rough fuck.

Those boxer briefs Blake wore came down, and Aileen's mouth started watering. She didn't have to tell, already knowing what to do. Getting on all fours with her head facing Blake, Aileen takes one glance up at her boyfriend before wrapping her lips around his thick cock. His hands raked through her lengthy hair, making it into a ponytail as her lips worked him up and down. Aileen pulls away, looking up at Blake meeting his lust-filled eyes, and spits a long stripe on his cock; while it's still connected to her tongue.

Blake has never seen anything hotter in his life. Smiling up at him, Aileen goes back to sucking Blake's dick but this time adding her hands to the mix. Her cheeks hollowed while she worked what couldn't fit in her mouth with her hand. The sound of her slurping and gagging echoed through the room as she pulled her hand away and took Blake down her throat. He groans, thrusting his hips, causing his cock to hit the back of her throat.

Spit poured down Aileen's mouth as it ran down the sides of her cheeks, down his balls, and onto the comforter on the bed.

"Fuck baby, you take it so well." Blake groans, holding her head against his pelvis.

When he pulled her away, tears were rolling down her face as spit connected from his dick to her chin. Aileen held her tongue open as Blake leaned down and allowed saliva to fall from his mouth into hers. She gladly swallowed it before he leaned down to suck on her wet lips.

"I want that tongue on my pussy." Aileen breathed, rubbing her clit.

"Your wish is my command," Blake murmured.

Aileen lays on her back with her legs spread open as Blake gets on his front, his face in between her thighs. He looks up at her giving her a mischievous look before flicking his tongue over his girlfriend's clit. She moans with her head thrown back, cupping her breasts as Blake flicks his tongue over her pussy to her clit.

"Oh yes, baby." Aileen moans, grinding her pussy against Blake's mouth.

He hummed, and the vibrations sent shockwaves through her body. Blake stilled his tongue, probed it into her wet opening, and thrust it in and out of her. Aileen could feel that coil in her stomach beginning to unravel and knew she was on the verge of cumming. He could feel her legs shaking, a sign that she would cum and cum hard, so he added to his fingers, making her cry out.

"Found it." He breathed.

"Oh fuck yes!" Aileen cries out. "...right there...right there...right there!"

Blake's fingers slid inside Aileen's wet pussy at a pace that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head as that coil in her stomach snapped, causing her body to tense and then her hips to jerk. His fingers pulled out of her, and he stuck them in his mouth, sucking her juices off of them.

"Mmm, you do taste good." Blake moans, watching Aileen's body shake.

When she didn't respond, he opened her legs, watching as her wet lips opened up, before running the tip of his cock up her pussy. He finally made eye contact with her before sinking into her tight wet honey pot, making Aileen moan. His eyes closed, feeling her warmth engulf his cock. Grabbing onto her left leg, Blake pushed it as he started thrusting in and out of her. He effortlessly glided in and out from how wet she was, but the way she griped himself had his head thrown back.

"Fuck, you feel so g-good inside me, baby." Aileen moaned, holding onto the back of her knees to keep her spread open.

"You like that, huh?" Blake asked, smirking down at his lover. "You like when my cock is deep inside of you, Baby girl?"

"I do, baby. I love it so much!" She screams, one hand clawing Blake's back while the other gripped the pillow.

Blake looks down, enjoying the sight of her little cunt taking his dick so well. Every time he'd pull out, her juices coated him. "Look at you being a good girl. Taking my cock so well."

"Yes, it's all for you, baby," Aileen said breathlessly.

Aileen whined at the loss of contact, pulling out of her, and Blake lifted her hips, elevating them, and started pounding his hips. She gasps, feeling his tip ram into her spot repeatedly, and couldn't even make coherent words come out of her mouth.

"Are you going to cum? I can feel you throbbing and clenching me." Blake smirked, rubbing Aileen's sensitive clit with his thumb.

Her clit was very sensitive, and at the pace Blake was pounding in her tight wet pussy and rubbing her, it didn't take long for her to cum. She came so hard, pushing Blake's dick out of her. Aileen whined, wanting him back inside her, but Blake had other plans. Blake grinned down at her before flipping his girlfriend on her stomach, lifting her hips to arch her back.

Being the teasing slut, Aileen shook her ass, making Blake's hand shoot out to smack her left cheek. He repeated the act, again and again, making his girlfriend whimper out and rub the red splotches to soothe them.

"Fuck me, please. Like a dirty little slut." Aileen begged, making eye contact with her lover.

"Is that how you ask, sweetness?" Blake asked, whacking her ass cheek yet again.

"I asked nicely." She whined, looking back at him.

"I know you did." He smiled, sinking back into her. Aileen moaned, feeling herself stretch out again on his dick. There was no better feeling Aileen loved more than Blake stretching her pussy.

"Oh fuck. That's the spot, baby." Aileen cries out as Blake rammed his dick against her spot, causing her eyes to roll back.

Blake ran his fingers up his girlfriend's neck and gripped a handful of her dark curls in a fist, yanking her head back. "Tell me you love my dick."

"I love it." She moaned, feeling another orgasm stirring in her stomach. Her hand that warm holding herself up gripped her breast, pinching her nipple. "I love your dick so much."

"Mmm, you feel so good around me." Blake moaned, feeling his orgasm approaching. His hand leaves her hair and finds its way around Aileen's throat, squeezing slightly.

"Yes, baby...fuck me like that." Aileen moaned, gripping Blake's wrist scraping her nails on his arms. A signal that she was about to cum.

"Cum. Cum around me so I can fill up your pussy." Blake demanded, smacking Aileen on her ass pulling a cry from her lips.

That causes Aileen's orgasm to hit her hard. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she saw stars in her vision. Aileen knew Blake was on the verge of coming because of the way he grunted. He gripped her hips tight, pulling her back to meet his thrusts.

Blake lets out a moan, "Fuck yes." As his balls tighten and he's shooting his cum into his girlfriend.

As he rides out the aftershocks, he slowly pulls out of her. Aileen bit her lips as she watched Blake's cum drop out of her abused cunt.Taking her hand, she reached down and scooped up some of his cum with her fingers before locking her eyes with Blake and sticking them in her mouth. The taste of his cum was bitter but otherwise delicious on her tongue.

"Mmm, you taste good." Aileen smiled as Blake lay next to her spent.

"After I catch my breath, we're going for round two," Blake spoke as his chest heaved up and down.

"Sounds good to me," Aileen said, placing a kiss on her boyfriend's lips.

[earth-18104]

Earth-18104 - 1991

Events that occurred in 1991, in Earth-18104. The stories are not complete or are summarized, and are inspired by other medias, like the movies, comics and series, but don't follow Marvel Canon or the time-line established so faithfully, and include stories of my OCs. The (N) at the end of names serves to indicate character births and the numbers are their ages. I will include more events as I write more about the characters. It seems like this one is shorter than the other post, there's nothing many events happening in 1991 :/

List of Events of Earth-18104 (Resume)

(January)

Charles Xavier (54) asked his former colleagues, Theodosia Salazar (190) and Beatrice Carvalho (202) (both OCs) to help him train his new class of X-Men.

Adrian Toomes (44) discovered that his business colleague Bestman was embezzling money from the company they owned. Furious, Toomes confronted him, but Bestman fired him for assault and took full control of the company.

Having to support his wife and children, Valeria (11) and Frank (14), he discovered that his company had access to a large amount of Chitauri technology lost after the Battle of New York two years ago.

Toomes decided to keep it, turning to a life of crime, reverse engineering and weaponizing these alien weapons for sale on the streets to continue making money.

During this time, he developed an exosuit that would allow the user to fly.

(X-Men of Muir - Bolt)

Christopher Bradley's (10) mutant powers manifested when he was at school.

He was contacted by Vienna Adamsen (33) and Suzanne Chan (36) and taken to the Mutant Research Center on Muir Island.

After reaching adulthood, Wanda Maximoff (23) decided that she wanted to go after her adoptive father, to understand the origin of her powers. Despite his disinterest in meeting his father, Pietro agreed and the two set out alone, with the blessing of his adoptive mother, Marya.

While looking for a job, Jessica Drew (26) met the actress Lindsay McCabe, in a psychologist's therapy group and they began living together.

During this period she began working as a bounty hunter like Arachne.

• (Angel)

• A month after discovering the bruises, Warren Worthington III (14) woke up in the middle of the night with horrible pain and blood running down his back. He ran to the bathroom and as he grabbed the sink with his hands, he felt his back slowly tearing apart, as if something was growing beneath his skin.

• His roommates heard him screaming and called his teachers, who called Warren's parents.

• Locked in the bathroom, Warren could no longer take the pain and used scissors he had found to open the wounds on his back further.

• Even though it didn't have much effect, the pain soon subsided as two white wings, covered in blood, appeared on Warren's back.

• Warren's parents arrived at the same time and, like Warren, were horrified to see the boy's new appendages. That's when Warren passed out from the pain.

• He woke up in the hospital the next morning. His back had been stitched up but the white wings were still there, bigger than the night before. His mother was the only one to visit him and Warren didn't know how to explain what had happened.

• His mother just said he should rest and, without looking at her son, she left the hospital.

• As Warren's wings began to grow, they became difficult to hide and he began strapping them to his back at his father's request. To avoid suspicion, he abruptly dropped all sports at school, much to the confusion of his coaches and administrators.

• Later, the Worthingtons were visited by Charles Xavier (52) and Bobby Drake (12), who explained his mutant status to Warren and invited him to join their school. Bobby even showed off his powers to Warren, who reluctantly accepted the offer.

• Just a few weeks later, Bobby, Warren, Jean and Scott began their training at Graymalkin Manor, choosing codenames for themselves: Iceman, Angel, Marvel Girl and Cyclops respectively.

• Although Warren had difficulty accepting his mutant nature at first, he eventually became friends with his new classmates, becoming closer to Jean.

(Amiko and Logan)

When Amiko Kobayashi's (6) mother was killed during a giant dragon's rampage in Tokyo, her mother made Logan (106) promise to care for her daughter until her last breath.

As the dragon arrived in Tokyo from the manufactured planet Battleworld and somehow grew to its monstrous size, Logan felt partially responsible and accepted his burden of honor, taking care of Amiko and training, while also training the other Alpha Flight recruits.

• (June)

• During a rugby game, Henry McCoy (15) witnessed a pair of masked thugs trying to rob the ticket booth, and used his mutant abilities to stop them. However, it wasn't long before the press began to question his mutant nature of justice.

• The first reports of Henry's abilities were read by Xavier, as well as Dr. Olivia Octavius ​​(43) and billionaire Tony Stark (26) who was running a special program for gifted young people.

• Alongside Frankie Reyes (20), Kevin Brashear (20), Kavita Rao (20) and Adrienne Brashear (15), as well as other young people, Henry participated in a lecture tour across the country, until he met Drs. Helen Cho (25) and Moira MacTaggert (55).

• Moira showed great interest in Henry's mutant abilities and told him that the only school where his intellect could be sufficiently challenged was the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters in Westchester.

• After being introduced to Professor Xavier and his students, Henry, accepting his status as a mutant, agreed to join the X-Men.

• Now with the second lineup of X-Men complete, Xavier began training his new students to hone their powers in his Danger Room specially built by him and the team's old lineup.

(The Beaubier siblings)

Born in Canada, Jean-Paul and Jeanne-Marie Beaubier (7) were children when their parents died in a car accident, so they were both taken to live with a foster family, the Martins.

While Jean-Paul was abrasive, Jeanne-Marie was quiet and introverted.

Shortly after they were adopted, Jeanne-Marie discovered that she was a mutant and had the ability to fly. She was amazed and believed that these powers were a divine gift.

Unfortunately, her adoptive parents didn't see it that way. She was sent to Madame Dupont's School for Girls, a hyper-religious school in Quebec, where she was disciplined for "blasphemy."

Separated from his sister, Jean-Paul planned to one day find her. He continued to live with the Martins and grew up to be an even more rebellious teenager.

When his older brother, Eric, turned down his father's offer to join the family business, Simon Williams (22), the more studious and less athletic of the two, readily accepted.

When Sanford Williams died, Simon inherited full control over the business.

Under Simon's inexperienced management, Williams Innovations began to lose its competitive advantage in the market to fast-growing companies like Stark Industries.

Broken, Simon sought help from his brother; Eric suggested that he divert some money from the company to invest in some businesses that Eric had become rich from, namely the illicit racketeering run by the Maggia crime families.

Desperate to save his father's business, Simon did what his brother suggested. His company's board of directors discovered his embezzlement and connection to the family Maggia, and Simon Williams was put on trial.

(December 26)

The Cold War ends with the dissolution of the Soviet Union.

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Updated both Power of Winter AND The Power Within today. I'm so proud of myself. Maybe I should start writing chapters in advance, because right now I write and post as I go. Although a lot of my other OCs I have, I've written multiple chapters for but posted nothing. Maybe one day I'll actually write an entire story before I start posting it so that something can be on a schedule.

Whatever, I updated both stories today, and I'm proud of myself.

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A Change to Everything

Summary: Marriage wasn’t an option for you. Bradley knew this and had promised you that what you had is and would always be enough for him. A few overpriced rings wouldn’t change that, so long as you promised to love him forever without one. But he buys you one anyway, and despite every promise you made to yourself, you wonder what it would be like if maybe, just maybe, you ever decided to put it on. 

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n, so can be read as an unnamed OC)

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: Talks of a toxic marriage with hints of abuse, anxiety, canon-compliant near death experiences. 

Note: I'm so excited to be posting for this fandom for the first time! I haven't written anything in over a year so I'm a little rusty, but it feels so good to get this out.

The biggest, biggest thank you to @roosterforme​ for all of her help with this! Em, you are the best sounding board a girl struggling to get back into the game could ask for.

_____

“I want to show you something.” 

You looked up from the book you’d been working your way through. Bradley stood at the end of the couch, his eyes soft and focused entirely on you. The look on his face was one he really only used with you - open and unguarded. Trusting. One that came from years of knowing and loving one another. 

Without a word, you closed the book and set it down on the coffee table. You adjusted yourself to sit up a little straighter against the throw pillows as Bradley sat on the edge of the couch beside you. One hand settled on your thigh as the other revealed a small, hunter green velvet box. 

If it wasn’t for the soft squeeze of his fingers against your skin, grounding you like he was always so good at, you were sure you would have choked on the breath that almost got stuck in your throat. You stared at it, processing what you knew it was, heart thudding hard against your chest cavity. 

There was a growing weight of dread and disbelief in your stomach. There was no point in hoping it wouldn’t show on your face; he could see you better than anyone, even when you tried to hide. Especially then. 

“What is that?” 

A small indulgent smile tugged at his lips. The scar near his mouth that you loved to run your finger over lifted with the movement. With one smooth motion he opened the box. Despite the anxiety, the ring you knew would be waiting for you took your breath away. It was a thin, delicate band, lined with small, shimmering diamonds. There was a stunning pear shaped stone snug in the middle. It sparkled under the dimmed light from the lamp in the corner of the room and the dancing flames of the candle you had burning on the coffee table. Even without trying it on, you knew it would fit on your finger perfectly. Once upon a time it was everything you would have wanted. 

“A ring.” 

“Yes. So I see.” Your stomach twisted, but you couldn’t look away. “Why do you have it?” 

“I’m not proposing,” he clarified. At that, you finally lifted your eyes from the stunning piece of jewelry, and were relieved when you heard him snap the box shut. The same expression that was on his face when he approached you remained now, not deterred by the reaction you’d been having. Fleetingly, you thought you felt something akin to disappointment shoot through you, but that was an absurdity in and of itself, so instead you focused on the disbelief of his statement. “I’m sure that’s what it looks like.” 

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. The ball of anxiety that resided in your throat shrunk by a margin. He wasn’t proposing. 

He wasn’t going to leave you when you inevitably said no.

The thought of marriage used to excite you. Like many little girls growing up, you had dreams of a poofy white gown and sparkling diamonds, a tall cake and dancing and standing in front of all the people you knew as you professed your love to the man you’d spend the rest of your life with. And that’s exactly what you got. For a moment, at least. 

At 23 years old, young and not knowing any better, you married a man who swore that he loved you just as much as you believed you loved him. You had been dating for two years and you knew what you were doing. You got the dress and the flowers and a diamond bigger than any 23-year-old should be wearing and that only the old southern money he came from could buy. You got married in a church for a denomination you didn’t believe in but that his mother insisted upon, before God and everyone you knew and even more that you didn’t know.

Things were good. Great, even. For a little while. But only a few months into your happily ever after, things started to change. Outwardly, you were still the Cinderella that got her Prince Charming. But behind closed doors, Prince Charming wasn’t so…well, charming. He would always get a little too drunk. A little too loud. His suggestions for you became demands: wear your hair like this, have it be this color, dress like this, eat like this, hang out with these people, quit your job. Your decisions were no longer yours. You hadn’t realized that taking his last name was the same as signing your life away. You had never regretted anything more. 

You spent five years in a continuous, vicious circle of your own hell. Getting out of it was the hardest, yet best thing you had ever done. You lost everything and everyone in the process, but you gained back your sense of self. 

Now, you looked at marriage like a trap. It was a steel doored cage you would never, ever put yourself in again. You didn’t know if you would survive the suffocation again. 

You met Bradley two years after you signed the divorce papers. He came into your life when you were finally learning to be confident in who you were and what you had to offer again. The smile he gave you that first day didn’t take your breath away; rather, it felt like it finally reinflated your lungs after so long of being deprived. 

Three and a half years together and you knew you would be with him for the rest of your life. 

You would do almost anything for him. But you couldn’t do this. 

Bradley knew that. It was a conversation you had pretty early on, actually. He had told you about his parents and the marriage they had. It felt like bursting a bubble almost when you gently explained that marriage wasn’t in the cards for you again. He had taken it surprisingly well. You had never shied away from telling him your reasoning why. He had promised you then that what you had is and would always be enough for him. A few overpriced rings wouldn’t change that, so long as you promised to love him forever without one. 

It was an easy compromise. 

You hadn’t thought seriously on the subject since. Not when moving in together, or adopting a cat together, or when you picked up your life to move with him when the Navy decided it was time. It hadn’t been necessary to think on or discuss; the matter was a non-issue. 

Bradley’s voice brought you out of your memories. His hand was a nice pressure on your leg, his thumb smoothing the skin on the inside of your thigh a comfort. Back and forth, over and over again, bringing you back into the present like only he could. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d con you into marrying me in a heartbeat if you weren’t so much smarter than me, sweetheart.” 

The smile on his face was playful now. His eyebrows were pulled together in mischief. You couldn’t help yourself; the smallest of smiles pulled at your lips, too. 

“But I know your stance on the subject. We’ve talked about it, and I get it. Despite the absolute rager we would throw as a reception, we don’t need a piece of paper to prove how much we love one another.” 

You didn’t, and knowing that only made you love him more. You and Bradley loved one another in your entirety. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a constant reminder that goodness exists. It injected a honey-like sweetness into your bloodstream. He made your soul warm, and the trust you had between you made you confident in the knowledge that you warmed him, too. 

“So why buy the ring? It doesn’t exactly look like something you could get for cheap out of a gumball machine.” 

“No,” he laughed, “that it wasn’t.” 

He set the box down and grabbed your hand. You always loved how big his was in comparison, though small wasn’t how you felt. 

Safe. Comforted.

“I bought it because….well….I guess because I’m yours. I’m yours, and you’re mine. I love you more than I ever thought I’d be capable of loving someone, you know? And you make me feel like I deserve to be loved like that in return, which you do with no hesitation. What we have…it’s special. So I guess I bought it because I want you to know that if you ever change your mind, I’m ready.  You just gotta let me know. But ring or no ring, I’m gonna love you forever, baby, okay? In this life and whatever comes next. $50 for a marriage license won’t change it.”

You thought on his words for a moment before you nodded and held out your pinky. He was interlacing his with yours before he even knew the agreement, because Bradley would always follow where you lead. Ring or no ring. 

 “If I ever change my mind, I promise to go half on that piece of paper with you.”

“Deal.”

——

Bradley had been called back to Top Gun. It was an honor almost unheard of and even as a civilian you knew it had to be important. It was a 3-4 week deployment; nothing in comparison to what you had weathered together before, but something about it made those weeks feel like years. 

He was the one who called you when it was all over and done with. From your shared bed in Norfolk, you cried as he recounted two ejections; one successful and one that never came. He was presumed dead for nearly four hours before the over-confident blonde you had only ever heard stories about defied every expectation of his callsign. 

It had happened almost three full days ago and this was the first time you had heard about it. 

“Why didn’t anyone call me?” 

He was quiet on the other line but you heard what he wasn’t saying loud and clear.  

You were his emergency contact, yes. The one that would be alerted should he ever wind up in the hospital or the first person they’d look for if he ever failed to report. But you were not his wife, and therefore you were not his next of kin. Your door wouldn’t be the one the United States Navy knocked on, despite it being his door too. A folded flag wouldn’t be placed in your hand as his casket was lowered into the ground. 

You hung up after he promised to call you again when the sun was up, and with the reassurance that he’d be home soon. 

Sleep didn’t find you again. Instead, you thought of Bradley turning around to fly after the man he hadn’t spoken to since his mother’s funeral. You could so clearly see him floating through the snowy trees with his parachute flying above him. You thought of them flying in a jet that hadn’t seen the sky in decades, pulling desperately at ejection handles. You squeezed your eyes shut when you saw that same jet explode into millions of little pieces of glass and metal, Hangman not making it in time to save the day. 

Phoenix would have been the one to call you, eventually. The two of you were fairly close from when they were stationed together before your latest move and she would know that no one else would have alerted you, and as a friend, she would have wanted to check on you, too. You hated the thought of putting that responsibility on her.

A whimper escapes when you realize it would have been three days before you knew.  

Throwing the comforter off of you, you flipped the bedside lamp on before making your way to the closet. 

It was nearing 4am and you found yourself sitting on the floor in front of the fireproof metal safe that you and Bradley kept there. 

It had been six months since you saw the ring. Bradley put it there that night after the two of you made love on the couch, and there it had remained. The green velvet box sat on top of both your birth certificates and beside the case where he kept all the medals that once upon a time belonged to his father. You had thought of it a few times in the last half a year, but hadn’t laid eyes on it again. You didn’t need to, really; you could still envision it clearly in your mind. 

You didn’t move to pick it up. Just seeing the box it was kept in had tears welling in your eyes again. 

You loved him. Oh, you loved him so much that it ached. He was your family and you were his. You were all other had in the name of it and all the other needed, too. You don’t think that you would recover if anything were to happen for him to be taken away from you. You would mourn him so deeply that you’re sure your fundamental state of being would be altered for good. That’s how he would deserve to be mourned, after all. 

It made you angry that a piece of paper would delay that. The government would think there wasn’t anyone to miss him, that he had no one, but you were right here. 

Bradley loved you enough to buy a ring that he knew you would probably never wear, so that he was prepared in the off chance that you ever changed your mind. He was just as happy for it to remain locked away in the back of your closet for the rest of your lives. 

Why, suddenly, did that not feel like enough? 

______

The Uranium Mission came with a lot of changes to your and Bradley’s life. A reconciliation years overdue. An adjustment of time zones and weather patterns brought on by a permanent move from Virginia to California. Having not just Phoenix around on a regular basis again, but a whole squadron of people you could confidently call friends after only a few weeks of knowing them. Suddenly, your found family of two was expanded. 

Despite that, the feeling of something missing hadn’t gone away.

You didn’t tell Bradley about going into the safe that night and how the thought of losing him had you reconsidering every commitment you had made to yourself in the last six years since you started out on your own. He didn’t deserve a reactionary response from you for something this significant and you couldn’t confidently say that’s not what it was. Something that big deserved more than a pre-dawn rash decision. It deserved thought. 

You pondered often what it meant. It was almost always in the back of your mind now. The ring, and all that it would hold. 

You and Bradley couldn’t live on base. It was something you had dealt with in Virginia, but Norfolk real estate was definitely not the same as San Diego. Finding a place to live was difficult. 

The joke was made after the fifth rejection on a house in the same amount of days. You had been living out of a hotel since you arrived two weeks ago and you were tired of being confined to the same four walls. 

“Jesus, maybe getting married wouldn’t be so bad afterall. At this rate, we’re going to be moving into our storage unit.” 

You could feel him staring at you. He didn’t speak, and you focused intently on trying to appear like you were still focusing on scrolling through listings on your laptop. Your cat rested on a pile of blankets in the corner of the small couch the room allowed, dozing the evening away. The TV played an old episode of Unsolved Mysteries in the background. Right when the lack of response from him was veering into awkward silence, Bradley snorted. The sound pulled a smile at your lips. He climbed on the hotel room bed, closing your laptop and stretching to set it on the bedside table. He settled on top of you. You never felt as safe as you did then when his weight pressed into you like this. 

“Can I help you, Lieutenant Bradshaw?” 

He nodded, his face reflecting the utmost seriousness. “We should take advantage of this room while we can, Sweetheart. Something tells me the ventilation in the storage unit won't be as kind to us.” 

You were laughing when he connected your lips. The ring popped into your head again, only for a moment, before he made every thought disappear like only he could. 

_____

You were wearing a fancy dress in an even fancier venue, surrounded by a sea of white uniforms. A promotion ceremony for all of those who partook in the mission that nearly took Bradley away from you. The thought still hurt your heart, but you were so damn proud of the newly pinned Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. 

You had been in North Island for three months, and had finally found and moved into a house six weeks ago. It was a two story home about twenty minutes from base with a fenced in yard you didn’t know you wanted until you had it. Something told you that you and Bradley would be enjoying sunrises, rocking together on the back porch for many years to come. 

This was your first major event on the west coast. You had been introduced to more people than you could possibly recall. For the first time in your relationship, the process annoyed you. Not for the act itself, of course. It was how you were being introduced. 

It had never bothered you before when Bradley introduced you as his girlfriend. When people found out how long you’ve been together, you often got asked when you were finally going to get married. Often, jokes were made on Bradley’s behalf about having the courage to “put a ring on it.” He always took it in stride, the both of you knowing it was really you preventing the progression. 

You were an hour and a half into the night and going through the same conversation for the third time. This time, it was Admiral Simpson’s wife.  

“Four years? My goodness, when’s the wedding?” 

Bradley’s laugh was familiar and you knew what he would say before he said it because you had heard it so many times before. You had always let him handle these situations. A lighthearted response about not worrying because he knew how good he had it and that he wouldn’t be letting you get away anytime soon, followed by a subtle but effective change in subject. Before he could go through the motions, though, you found yourself uttering a response all on your own.

“Oh, maybe one day.” 

It was poised, polite, and said in a way that made it seem like you said it all the time. Mrs. Simpson laughed, none the wiser to how you just went off script. Out of your peripheral vision you saw Bradley’s eyes snap to you so quickly that you momentarily worried about whiplash. 

“How long have you and Vice-Admiral Simpson been married, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

In for a penny, in for a pound, you thought to yourself. You were never one to willingly bring up anything dealing with marriage. Yet here you were, initiating an entire conversation about it. As she went on about their history together and the various moves throughout their 18 years together, Bradley’s left hand squeezed your hip where it had been resting. 

You turned your head, meeting his gaze straight on. For a moment, it was just the two of you here in this room. His dark eyes were wide, earnest, but confused. You knew now wasn’t the time to discuss it. You hoped the look you sent him in return reassured him that you would and that there was nothing to worry about.

There was a barely noticeable nod of his head and he raised his glass of scotch to his lips as he turned back to the conversation. 

His hand remained flexed on your hip. 

You wondered what it would feel like if there was a ring on that hand to press into your skin and if you would be able to feel it through your dress. 

______

There was a tension in Bradley’s shoulders on the drive home that night. He was keyed up in the way he always was when he didn’t quite know what to make of a situation. Anxious, hesitant and searching, but this time there was an underlying feeling of something that resembled excitement. 

You settled your hand over his where it was placed on your thigh. When you came to a red light, you cleared your throat and he turned to meet your eyes. Even in the dim artificial light seeping into the front seat, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. 

He cleared his throat. Once, twice. His voice still sounded just this side of rough when he spoke. 

“You’ll let me know?” 

You adjusted your hands so you could interlock your pinkies, bringing them up so you could place the softest of kisses against his. “Only if you’re still willing to go half on the license.” 

You smiled at him and the sound of his soft laughter warmed you from the inside out. The light changed and he pulled his gaze from yours. You let your hands fall to your lap and he took the chance to interlock them together. He squeezed gently. You knew it was his way of acknowledging that yes, of course he would. 

His thumb ran back and forth over the ring finger on your left hand for the remainder of the drive home, and you didn’t bother to smother the smile or the shiver that went down your spine. 

If he noticed as he took it off of you that the dress you wore was the same shade as the box locked away in your closet, he didn’t comment on it. 

_____

He didn’t bring marriage up again in the following few months, and neither did you. It had been over a year at this point since he first showed you the ring, and things had continued as they always had. 

Sometimes, though, you would catch him looking at you. This was nothing new, of course; Bradley wasn’t shy about letting his eyes remain on you for longer than was socially acceptable sometimes. But the look in his eyes was different. There was longing there, a cautious sort of optimism that he hadn’t let you see before. You were surprised when it didn’t scare you away or make you feel guilty for putting it there. Before, it would have been nothing but false hope. Now, though, now it felt almost like an oncoming revelation. 

You found yourself looking at him with that same look, but you were careful only to let him catch you sometimes. It didn’t matter what he was doing. Cooking dinner, doing the dishes, folding laundry, reading a user manual for a multi-million dollar plane he already knew inside and out. Even now, as he laid partially underneath you on the couch, his eyes trained on the mid-fall Sunday football game playing on the TV, something you were usually just as entranced by, you couldn't help but stare. 

Anything Bradley did, you had a hard time looking away. 

Despite swearing you would never, ever do so, you couldn’t help but to compare him to your ex-husband at this moment. 

When you were married, you felt like you were a burden more than anything. A showpiece there to hold onto his arm, but only when he needed it. You were a pretty face and a warm body, micromanaged to the point where even a second out of line wouldn’t be tolerated, yet somehow he never cared about what you did, either. You were a caged bird afraid to chirp.

Bradley, though..he never let you feel like your voice and opinion didn’t matter - he never fought to silence you and instead encouraged the complete opposite. The love he showed you didn’t come with any stipulations. 

Your ex-husband always made you feel small, while Bradley made you feel invincible. Protected, safe, supported, but like you could do anything you wanted all on your own. There was no reason to be afraid when you were with him.

The differences were vast, like black and white and oil and water. 

Clarity washed over you slowly, then. It was a conclusion months in the making. Years, really. 

Bradley was the best man you’ve ever known. He proved time and time again how different he was from the man you were with before him.

Why, then, should you think marriage with him wouldn’t be different, too?

“I’ll be right back,” you kissed his cheek as you untangled yourself from his arms and stood from the couch. By the time you were halfway up the stairs, you were taking them two at a time in your haste to get to the bedroom. You were almost panting by the time you made it to the walk-in closet. Your heart thudded in your chest so hard you could hear it in your ears as you entered the code to the safe. This was it. This was it and you were so excited. You barely remembered to close and lock it back after you retrieved what you were looking for. You practically sprinted across the landing and back down the stairs. 

You were moving so fast and so hard that Bradley was already looking at you when you slid back in front of the couch, hearing you coming before you even hit the stairs. His eyebrows were raised in question, but you didn’t let him open his mouth to question your unusual behavior before you were breaking the silence yourself. 

“I’ve changed my mind,” you said simply. His eyes were already widening as you tossed the ring box to him, as if he knew what you meant without the added assistance. You suppose, if he had thought about it even half as much as you had in the last year, that he did. “As it turns out, the cost for a marriage license in California is more expensive than in Virginia. But I’m still down to split it if you are.” 

He jumped from the couch and then he was kissing you. He lifted you off the ground, spinning you happily. The green velvet box was digging into your lower back where he held you secure against him. You giggled against each other’s lips. When he set you back down, there was a lightness, a joy, that you hadn’t seen in his eyes before. There was a brief twinge of regret that you made him wait so long to experience that feeling; for you to witness it. If he was beautiful before, he is breathtaking now. 

“I can do this properly,” he said, but you were shaking your head before he was even finished. 

“Now is perfect. Just like this. If you want.”

“If I want?” He laughed, incredulous and gleeful. He dropped to a knee with no further prompting, popping the box open as he went. 

“Baby…sunshine….love of my life…holder of my heart and happiness….woman who can get me going like no other in every innuendo of that phrase.”

“Bradley!”

You were both laughing and oh, this was so, so perfect. 

“I love you so much. More than anything in this world and all the others. I’ll love you in this life and the next and the one after that, too. Marry me, baby.”

He didn’t phrase it as a question, but you answered it as one anyway.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

The ring felt wonderful on your left hand. It was enough that you felt it was there, but it didn’t hold the mental weight that the last one did. Instead, it brought a sense of completeness to you. A calmness you didn’t know you lacked. Your heart was so full it threatened to burst.  

You couldn’t wait for Bradley to have one to match. 

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Ending Note: AHHHH!!! I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please leave any feedback you may have; it really does mean so much! I hope to produce more content for this fandom in the future. These Navy Aviators have a hold on me!

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⚠ AUTHORS NOTE!! PLEASE READ!! ⚠

this masterlist is the old masterlist! all of the links still work though!

you can find the "remastered" or the "reboot" of this masterlist here!

TOP GUN UNIVERSE

Top Gun:

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin-

‘J and S’ Universe  (jake seresin x sarah grant) -- oc series

Find Peace in the Changing Colors (jake x fempilot!reader) -- angst

Hesitation (jake x fempilot!reader) -- angst 18+ MDNI

Sirens vs Soulmates (jake x floyd!hunter!reader) -- smut and angst 18+ MDNI

You Better Not Die (jake x actress!reader)

‘Tell Them’ Universe  (jake x wife!reader)

Natural Disasters (jake x reader) -- angst

Good Pups Get Rewarded (jake x reader) -- smut 18+ MDNI

Deep Cover  Uncovered (jake x undercover!ncis agent reader) -- two part fic coming soon

You're Not Dying, Not Today || pt 1  pt 2 (jake x firefighter!reader) -- firefighter!au -- angst

Baking Playlists -- (jake x pilot!reader) for Rocktober

sunsets on the beach (a moodboard)

hometown hero (a moodboard)

 Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw-

Picture Perfect Tattoos (bradley x tattoo artist!reader)

Footloose (bradley x fem!pilot!reader)

‘Duckie’ Universe (bradley x twin sister!reader)

Didn’t Like Me That Much (ex!bradley x reader) -- angst

‘Bring Her Home, Bradshaw’ Universe (agent!bradley x mitchell!reader) 

90′s Bradley (a moodboard)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd-

Rodeo (bob x pilot!reader)

‘A Pair of Glasses and a Scope’ Universe (bob x marine!reader) -- coming soon

"you're more than a one night stand" (bob x bartender!reader)

Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado - 

coming at some point

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia - 

coming at some point

Reuben ‘Payback’ Fitch - 

coming at some point

Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace - 

soft dreamy nat (a moodboard)

The Dagger Squad -

‘Lieutenant Rogers’ Universe

Rookie

Feuds are Stupid -- monster!au

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell - 

"would you just shut up and kiss him already” (pete x simpson!reader)

Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson -

coming at some point

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky - 

"is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" (tom x kerner!reader) -- smut

Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw -

coming at some point

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Masterlist of Writing

A Court of Thornes and Roses

So It Goes - Eris Vanserra x mate!reader

It was Inevitable - Eris Vanserra x mate!reader

The Heist - Eris Vanserra x mate!reader

Fourth Wing

But I Wanted More - Aaric Graycastle x healer!OC (Dinah Halliwell)

Under the Marigolds - Aaric Graycastle x healer!OC (Dinah Halliwell)

A Sure Thing - Aaric Graycastle x healer!OC (Dinah Halliwell)

Hunters

Ties that Bind - Lonny Flash x reader (Completed on Ao3)

Heartstrings - Lonny Flash x reader (Completed on Ao3)

Marvel

Iron Legacy Series Masterlist - Druig x Stark!Reader (Incomplete)

Masters of the Air

The Force of a Curl - Major John ‘Bucky’ Egan x reader

Dandelion Dusk - Major John ‘Bucky’ Egan x reader

Fly Me to the Moon - Major John ‘Bucky’ Egan x reader

Because the Night - Major John ‘Bucky’ Egan x reader

More Than You Know - Major John ‘Bucky’ Egan x reader

They Can't Take That Away From Me - Major John ‘Bucky’ Egan x reader

Johnny Boy - Major John ‘Bucky’ Egan x reader

Just You, Just Me - Major John ‘Bucky’ Egan x reader

Stranger Things

Hold Her Hand - Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader (song fic & mild spoilers to season 4, episode 3 & 4)

Top Gun: Maverick

The Name Game - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x reader

Sunset Reflections - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

Of Reunions and Sacred Traditions - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

The Sacred Tradition of Cinnamon and Safety - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader (Sequel to Of Reunions and Sacred Traditions)

FaceTime Follies - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

Miss You When I’m Gone - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

Decisions at Daylight - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

Banter and Billiards - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

The Three Bears - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

Ringside Attraction - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x fiancée!reader

Midnight Memories - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x fiancée!reader

Plight of the Pilots - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x wife!reader

Passion of a Pilot - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader (Sequel to Plight of the Pilots)

Twilight Goodbyes - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

High Spirits at the Hard Deck - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x wife!reader

Blame and Innocence - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

Road-trip Rally - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x wife!reader

In Sickness and In Jest - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

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Fighter Weapons — Chapter 12

Pairing(s): Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC (Claire Mitchell) / Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Summary: An untold story. A series that shows what happened during the Top Gun of our beloved pilots of Top Gun: Maverick.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Word Count: 5.239

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

FIGHTERTOWN, USA

Hangman walked through the hangar facilities with his mind swarming with thoughts. He didn't understand how in a single day he could have such upheavals of feelings. He lived those hours like he was on a roller coaster and he hated roller coasters.

He had planned to enjoy a quiet day at the beach. Maybe surf a little, or just hang out with Coyote over a few beers. An ordinary day in the life of a fighter pilot. However, everything started to unravel as soon as he arrived at The Hard Deck. His sister called to once again insist that he attend her parents' event, but he was resolute.

Then it was his own mother's turn to call and he didn't answer. He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to answer. His hurt and disappointment were still too great for that. He wasn't sure if talking to her would end up taking all of his anger out in words or a childish cry. Both options were terrible to happen to him.

Hangman learned to guard his emotions from an early age, as people didn't care about that or what he said. Being ignored his entire life changed him in layers so deep, he couldn't say if he'd ever be able to get through them all. It was much easier to put on a mask and move on, after all, that's the way the world was. No one really cares about anything but themselves, so why should he?

That thought of his clashed with Phoenix's attitudes that day. He knew he could have gone a little overboard with her and Rooster, even Claire and he totally understood the anger towards him. He expected that. What he didn't expect was a succession of affectionate acts coming from someone like Natasha Trace.

Hangman didn't know her for a long time. Not even. But he'd lived with her long enough to understand that Phoenix was a strong, determined woman who took good care of her friends. She had a hard, earnest look. And he was pretty sure she could be vindictive. He expected that from her whenever he teased her and Storm. But not. For some reason, she thought him worthy of being petted, of being soothed.

He didn't understand. He has never seen anything like this. He was her rival, her adversary, at times even her enemy, but she took care of him anyway. With each call from his mother, he felt more awash in hurt. The memories of her words, the laughter, the pain all came back as soon as he saw her face on the screen. And Phoenix noticed. Fuck, she realized. He spent years of his life hiding behind masks, but she came and found him. She saw him. It was irritating and comforting at the same time.

Spending that afternoon with her was the last thing on his plans, but it became the most essential in the face of what he felt about the phone calls. He loved the way she never backed away from a good game and confrontation. Hangman noticed the twinkle in those beautiful black eyes every time the match got tough and he couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. At that point, they were equal. Two crazy people for the adrenaline of a good competition.

As much as he considered himself a hunter by nature, Hangman had never been involved with any professional colleague. He even flirted with a few, but simply because he couldn't help it. He liked to flirt with everyone. But with them Hangman always took a step back. He recognized that they were pilots like him and anyone else. They deserved respect like everyone else. They deserved to be there as much as he did.

However, with Phoenix it was being different. He continued to flirt even after finding out that she was a pilot too just to tease her. But as he watched her fly, received her direct responses and competed with her, Hangman didn't continue for the simple pleasure of seeing her angry, but because he was genuinely attracted to her.

Phoenix was physically different from all of his ex-girlfriends. He could be said to be a fan of short blondes and he didn't remember being attracted to any woman who deviated from that pattern. But she came. Hangman tried to hide it, but it was in vain. He loved her black waves, as well as those bright eyes and small nose. He loved the way she stood up to him. He loved that smile. And after seeing her in a bikini, he loved her curves. Phoenix was a very attractive woman and very interesting too. And he couldn't hold back. He wanted her. A lot.

He had considered stealing a kiss from her since the day he saw her at the bar in Lemoore and it was getting harder and harder to obey his own rule about not getting involved with professional colleagues. He tried very hard, but each time she passed, he couldn't look away. Phoenix, even wearing the standard uniform and with her hair tied back tightly, still attracted a lot of attention. And he wanted the pleasure of sinking his fingers into that soft-looking hair and kissing that feline mouth. He imagined it several times, in several different ways and saw that he might have a chance on the bet they had made. But he lost.

And he lost her again when Rooster took her away. They were having fun together at the bar, they had shared certain opinions and certainties about life and spent the whole day together. It was a day of rest and truce. They were finally getting along. And Rooster showed up to ruin everything. Hangman didn't accept that Rooster was using Phoenix to forget Claire or replace her. Phoenix was more than that, she deserved more. However, whenever he called, she was there with him and left Hangman right away.

It was all very new between them, but Hangman felt a confidence growing there. She was the only one who was seeing him and, after years, he wanted to find someone who understood him without needing words to do so. There was only one thing in life that Hangman wasn't good at: expressing feelings in words. And with Phoenix he didn't have to. She saw him.

He felt betrayed seeing Rooster and Phoenix together at the bar and hurt when she insulted him like that. He was just protecting her from impending drama and she shooed him away. With that, she made him return with the mask and feel terrible all over again.

Hangman arrived at the male dormitory and was surprised when he saw the door of his room open. He approached there observing a backpack on the floor and a man lying on the bed next to his. He wore all black clothes with heavy fabric and boots. His tattooed arms were supporting the back of his head as he looked up at the ceiling with a satisfied smile on his face. A crumpled dog tag was sticking out of his shirt and the man he knew very well looked down at Hangman. He immediately felt an icy chill run through his entire body.

“Well well well.” The pilot said with a sadistic smile. “Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. What an honor to be among royalty.”

Hangman remained silent for a few seconds that felt like hours. Why was he there? How had he not been expelled from the Navy? Why was he back? How had he managed to get into Top Gun after what he'd done? Questions roamed the mind of an already disturbed Hangman and the man realized it. He had a black, icy gaze that saw the worst in someone. Hangman looked away from his.

“Ethan ‘Cobra’ Allen. Shouldn't you be expelled?” Hangman commented in the same tone as him.

Cobra let out a humorless laugh.

“I see the news has spread.” He looked back at the ceiling. “It's just bureaucracy.”

"Five people are just bureaucracies?"

Cobra turned his gaze to Hangman, this time a deadly one. He let out an icy smile.

"I thought you were a lone wolf. You're letting me down.”

“I act alone. I sacrifice myself for others. I don't kill them…”

Before Hangman could finish his sentence, Cobra got up from the bed and charged towards him as fast as a fighter jet. He stopped very close to his face demonstrating that he was a few centimeters taller. Hangman felt the impact of that approach, but he forced himself to remain still. He didn't want to show that Cobra's mere gaze made him fearful.

“Be very careful when you finish that sentence.” He threatened, still smiling.

“Or what? Are you going to do to me what you did to those pilots?”

“Who knows?”

Hangman swallowed hard.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Oh. You should be.”

Cobra held a slashing gaze on Hangman who remained motionless in defiance. However, Hangman's desire was not to spend another minute near that pilot. Just looking at him, he felt a dark and malevolent energy. Cobra exuded danger from his pores.

So Hangman didn't ask any more questions, after all he would never get the answers from him. Hangman entered the room and gathered his belongings. He wouldn't stay there while Cobra was there. He couldn't bear to be next to a murderer.

“We have more in common than you know, Seresin.” Cobra commented when he saw him leave the room.

Hangman didn't answer and headed to the break room, where he found them again. That time it was worse. They were in an intimate embrace in total silence in the middle of the night. Hangman felt his blood boil, but decided not to say anything. The situation with Cobra was troubling him enough.

[***]

Everyone gathered again in the hangar for another week in the much feared and desired Top Gun. Phoenix and Storm sat in the front row, with Hangman and Coyote on the opposite side, as usual. Rooster was a row behind Phoenix, alone, as he preferred to be. And everyone noted the presence of another member in the select list of pilots.

Porkus and Fungus were the first to see him walk between the rows, as they sat in the last seats. He walked confidently and calmly, aware that the other pilots were watching him. Sunglasses rested on his face, curved in a victorious but cold smile. He sat in the vacant chair next to Rooster, who frowned. The pilot just nodded.

"Good morning, pilots!"

Blade shouted from a podium in front of the huge American flag displayed in the hangar, drawing the attention of the pilots to him. The chief instructor seemed to be particularly uncomfortable that day, dropping his coolness and professional impartiality for a few seconds. That pilot's arrival might be getting to him too. However, Blade composed himself and concentrated on what he was supposed to do there.

“Today we will begin the second stage of elite training in this unit. In this phase, we will divide you into pairs to compete against each other. We want to take teamwork to the highest level.” Blade paused to look at each of the pilots and continued with a smug smile. “Starting today, the duo that does not score at least once will no longer be entitled to participate in the race for the title of Top TopGun.”

A silence hung for too long between the pilots, something Blade relished. Porkus and Fungus exchanged startled glances, as they were the only ones who hadn't scored yet. Phoenix and Storm shot each other measured looks, understanding the seriousness of this week but not dreading it. Hangman just smiled in enthusiasm at the challenge and Coyote didn't need to look back at his friend to know his reaction.

Rooster shifted in his chair and folded his hands on the table under the weight of that information and watched as his rowmate snorted as he sprawled across the chair, slouching far too relaxed in the seat.

"Did I say a joke, Cobra?" Blade asked professionally.

“No sir. I know you don't make jokes.” He replied in a too intimate tone for just a pilot and his instructor.

Blade looked at him as if he could shoot him right there in the seat and everyone noticed. Their chief instructor was an impenetrable stone, unshaken. At least that's what they thought.

Phoenix decided to turn her face towards him to find out who was the one driving Blade crazy. When contemplating a man with a loose smile behind her, she should feel empathy, since she loved someone who smiled like that. But not. She felt a certain heavy energy.

He lifted his sunglasses and gave her a wink, keeping his smile slack. Phoenix remained with a serious look without giving any reaction to that. She didn't want everyone to think they could do this to her. They didn't have that freedom, and they never would. Maybe, just... her gaze instinctively sought Hangman's.

To her surprise, he was already watching her, giving her an intense look that told her a lot and made her feel warm. Images from the night before raced through her mind and she imagined his was no different. However, the emeralds turned towards the pilot in defiance.

"Ahm..." a voice scratched from the back gaining the pilots' attention. “I think I speak for everyone when I say, who is this guy?”

A buzz spread through the students long enough to annoy the inspector and silence them with a call for silence. Blade sighed at the pilots' surprised expressions in his direction and opened his mouth to explain, but it wasn't necessary.

“Me? Oh.” The new student rose to his feet with satisfaction. “I'm the pilot whose name will be engraved on the wall.”

The reactions were varied. Some chuckled, some snorted, some threw glances as if to say "who does he think he is?", and others just stared at him suspiciously.

“Sit down.” Blade ordered firmly and the pilot considered disobeying, but finally sat down. “Students, this is Lieutenant Ethan Allen. Codename, Cobra. He will be part of Top Gun starting today.”

"But it's not fair!"

"He missed a week!"

“We got here first."

"What's so special about him?"

Comments flew all over the place, making Blade impatient. In the second row, Cobra was amused to see the uproar he caused. Chaos fed him.

“Silence! You're just pilots, you don't get paid to question!” The instructor shouted firmly making everyone shut up. “Lieutenant Allen will be with us until further notice. Now... let's go to the doubles.”

As Blade divided up the pairs on the large whiteboard at the front of the room, the pilots still hadn't given up. In their minds there were questions about that new student and he didn't want to explain anything. Cobra was amused by their confusion. A confused enemy was easier to defeat.

After the pairs were chosen, the pilots left for the flight line with the necessary uniforms and equipment. Rooster was walking along the track when he was overtaken by hurried steps, but the figure soon stopped in front of him. Cobra chewed on a cereal bar for a while until Rooster got tired and spoke impatiently:

“Can I help you?”

“You know, I've heard a lot about you. The great Bradley Bradshaw. The youngest pilot to be chosen for Oceana, the largest naval base in the country.” He chewed some more. “You are a legend.”

"Should I feel bad for not knowing who you are?"

As much as Cobra was praising him, Rooster sensed something else in his tone. It looked like dissimulation and coldness. He usually didn't jump to conclusions about anyone, he preferred to get to know them first. But not in that case. Cobra didn't seem like a nice person.

“Oh, I don't care about that.” He grimaced. “I just want to do my job. I don't need that much recognition.”

“Hmm. That in the hangar was pure humility, wasn't it?” Rooster mocked.

Cobra's smile faded, but he quickly resumed it, chuckling and smacking Rooster on the arm.

"It was just to fend off the stares. Us pilots can be pretty arrogant don't you think?”

“What I think is that we should focus on today's training.”

“Sure, sure. You are the man.” He saluted and handed him the cereal bar.

“No thanks. I'm allergic to peanuts.”

Cobra saw Rooster's impatient look and decided to walk away, but threw him a smile before heading to his fighter.

On the other side of the flight line, Phoenix was fiddling with the gears in her F-18, analyzing whether everything was really ready for a competition. Inside the fighter was Storm, who marked a "check" on the list before takeoff.

“Turbines. Check. Flight equipment. Check. Vomit bag. Check.” She read aloud for Phoenix to hear downstairs. "How are the calipers?"

“Almost there!”

Phoenix kept tinkering with wires and gears, that being the second best thing about being a fighter pilot. She loved getting her hands dirty and fixing her own plane and she used her knowledge beyond the Academy. Phoenix had a degree in Mechanical Engineering and any piece of metal excited her.

She was turning a key when she noticed him beside her, standing like a Greek statue with his hands in the pockets of his flight suit and the tiniest smile on his face. Phoenix watched him sideways, wanting to get rid of the sensations in her body before turning to face him.

“Need help?” he asked in the smug tone wanting to piss her off.

“No. I know what I am doing.” She swallowed what she really wanted to say and went on with her work. He remained there. "Aren't you going to check your fighter?"

"I need to check on something more important."

Phoenix finally turned her face towards him meeting those tender eyes and that annoying smile. He was fully attired, his hair impeccable, showing no sign of the gale it had been hours before. If it weren't for that sparkle in the emeralds, she could tell Hangman was an unshakable man. But he wasn't. At least, not with her. Phoenix smiled inwardly.

"You don't look too bad for someone who slept on the couch."

"Was that a compliment?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and that smug smile.

“Think what you like.” She disdained.

“You know very well that it was not the sofa that stirred my sleep." he teased with a smirk.

“Oh, sure. Could have been the flight line lights.” she dissembled with a mocking expression.

“Of course, a light black haired one."

Hangman approached with his eyes steady on hers, unable to look away. Those emeralds looked beautiful in the sunlight. He stopped inches from her body and, again, she would pull away, ignore it, as she would anyone else. But she didn't. Damn it! Why did his presence affect her so much? No. She needed to put a stop to this.

"If you've come to talk about yesterday…" She started, preparing to push him away again, but he cut her off.

“Not now, my angel.” He gave her a long look as if he wanted to memorize every detail of her face and held out a hand to the fighter, supporting it on the bodywork. His expression changed to seriousness. “I need you not to do anything risky up there today.”

“What? Did I hear right? You're asking someone to be predictable...are you?” She let out a humorless laugh. "You know we're a team, right?"

“Yes I know. Do you know who we're training against?”

“Rooster and that cocky pilot.” She threw a 'you think I'm stupid?' look. "Do you want to lose, by any chance?"

He made a face.

“Me either.” she continued. “Then don't ask me to.”

“If you don't want to do what I say, then do it for Storm.”

Phoenix pulled away from the fighter and stared at him deeply with her arms crossed. Hangman expressed calm and cleverness in his arguments and tone of voice, but those eyes couldn't lie. Not for her. That mountain of muscle and ego wasn't right.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on or am I going to figure it out myself?"

“Is nothing. It's just strategy.” He looked away from her.

“No, we both know Rooster plays in the realm of the obvious. If we go to this game, we will be defeated.”

“Rooster is not the problem.”

“Oh. So it's Cobra that the big Hangman is afraid of?”

“I told you before that I'm not afraid of anything or anyone." he reminded firmly.

“It's not what it looks like. Have you ever seen him fly?”

“Yes, unfortunately.” He sighed, leaning against the stairs that gave access to the fighter.

“And...?”

“Just do what I asked, Phoenix.”

"Of course, and leave all the honors of victory to you, eh? Forget it, Bagman.” She raised her voice a little. “I didn't get this far because I fought the obvious. That's not me. And today isn't going to be any different just because you're scared of a smug guy!”

“Okay, that's right. Do not do. Be the daring and unpredictable Phoenix against a pilot with no love for the lives of others. Just don't say I didn't warn you!”

“Message given.” She looked at him defiantly and he handed it back. How easy the transition between malice and hatred was with them!

“See you in the sky.”

Phoenix watched him walk away and when she didn't see him anymore she finally got her breathing right again. What was his problem anyway? Since he had arrived he defended boldness and belittled the obvious with nails and teeth and suddenly changed his speech. What was so special about that rookie that made Hangman fear?

“What did he want?” Storm asked when Phoenix sat in the booth across from her.

"Annoy me, as usual."

“Moment with Bagman. Check.”

"Did you really put this on the list?" she asked turning her face towards her friend.

“I put everything that happens regularly. And... when he comes you get angry and with anger you drive even better.”

“So you think I always need to have a moment with him before I fly.”

Storm smirked and winked. Phoenix didn't need more words to know her answer. She looked back forward and smiled. She actually drove better when angry. And that day, he had once again managed to piss her off.

"We're gonna beat this shit."

“That's it Girl!” Storm cheered as she put on her helmet.

[***]

The sun lit up the blue, cloudless San Diego sky, giving the competitors plenty of space and excitement. Rooster led the pair, while Cobra was his wingman. They pointed the jets' noses down in a dive, flying side by side at five thousand feet outlined against the blue Pacific.

From a distance, two more fighters watched them. They looked helpless. They had already been flying over for twenty minutes without finding them or, at least, without trying, since Hangman did not guide his ward to strategic places. He looked like he wanted to hide.

Phoenix was finding her rival—now leader—too quiet. Not that she preferred all that ego in the form of words or having him explain the plan, because she knew he wouldn't. But...he looked very serious and tense. She could hear his heavy breathing through the communicator and there was no sign of any offhand comments. He wasn't being Hangman.

“Two to seven o'clock, Phoenix. Floating.” Hangman warned through the communicator.

"Understood. Taking the left.”

Rooster and Cobra noticed the presence of fighters on the opposite side.

“Holy shit, there they are. Hangman is here.” Rooster informed preparing a maneuver.

“Great! He's probably saying, ‘Holy shit, it's Rooster and Cobra!’

“Of course it is.” He mocked.

The planes split. Rooster charged to the left, chasing Phoenix, and Cobra to the right, covering him. Phoenix made a strong vertical move, but Rooster stayed on her heels.

"Focus on her! Sign the maneuvers!” Cobra ordered.

“Hey! Hangman at three o'clock!” Rooster watched on his radar. "Coming too fast!"

Cobra glanced quickly at the three o'clock and saw Hangman's F-18 returning to the fight. He pushed the stick to the right, and the two planes made a quick pass.

"I lost him!" Hangman reported to Phoenix.

“I'm a little busy right now.” She warned giving curves and more curves in the sky. "Need cover?"

“No. Take down Rooster...I'll take care of Cobra.”

“I can hear you, you know?” Rooster called on the shared communicator.

Phoenix managed to reverse the zigzag by getting behind Rooster, after a moment of his lack of concentration. He was now hotly pursued by Phoenix.

"I'll focus on the pilot! Rooster, you're on your own now.” Cobra informed.

“I need cover, Cobra. Mutual support, man!”

“I'll get him, man.” He was smiling under his mask, vibrating with the adrenaline of being able to fly again.

“Do not be greedy. Back me up!”

"I want Hangman!"

Cobra lunged vertically, taking the plane straight overhead. He looped the F-18 down to get a clear angle on the opponent. Hangman took off, running away from the fight again. Cobra looked over his shoulder and saw that Rooster still hadn't been hit. Then, he lunged hard to the right and flew towards Hangman.

Hangman dashed through the sky with Cobra close behind. He pushed the throttle forward, activating the afterburner fully. He showed many of his tricks... left, right, rolling vertically, launching into a dive. And Cobra was still on his trail.

Cobra turned to put Hangman in the crosshairs. He heard an alarm on his radar and communicator but ignored it. Phoenix was busy with Rooster far away. Cobra managed to put him in the box, just aim...

“Careful! At three o'clock! Nine o'clock! Get away!” Rooster was screaming into his communicator as he was brushed aside by Phoenix, who charged towards Cobra.

Hangman managed to get rid of his aim and reversed positions, leaving Cobra in the middle of the crossfire.

"Last words, Cobra!" Storm teased.

Cobra widened his eyes, stunned by the shared maneuver. If he stayed there he was going to get hit. Leaving wasn't an option either, as he would still be within their crosshairs. There was only one option left.

Cobra dove towards the sea and aimed his weapon upwards. A real weapon. Bait and bombs left the plane's compartments in search of Phoenix.

"Fuck that...!" she cursed in surprise.

“Phoenix!” Hangman roared into the communicator.

Phoenix lunged heavily to the left, but that wasn't fast enough. The baits blinded her and the bombs hit one of the turbines. She tried to revive the fighter activating some controls in the cabin, but it was not enough.

“What the hell is that?!” Rooster asked dazedly into the sky as he approached them. “Phoenix!

"We need to eject." Storm warned calmly, as she didn't intend to pass out in despair.

“I still can…” Phoenix was pressing buttons and controls all over the place trying to save the plane.

Alarms beeped in the cockpit on all screens and red lights flashed. Their hearts raced as well as the alerts, their breathing failed, their chests desperate. The turbines completely failed and they began to lose altitude. Phoenix clamped her lips together in tension, still hopeful of resolving the situation.

"Phoenix, eject!" Rooster said into the communicator, his voice muffled by his sneering ears.

“Don't play heroine now, please.” Hangman's voice came out in pleading, as if it were just a thought aloud.

They lost more and more altitude and Phoenix understood that she had lost. She had no choice. She gave Storm a signal and the two ejected from the plane in moments before it exploded into the air.

Pieces of the F-18 were thrown in all directions and a strong hot light hit the pilots still flying over the sea. They watched as the two seats deployed their parachutes, and soon the two pilots were flying through the smoke-clouded sky.

[***]

"What the fuck was that?!” Rooster shouted to Cobra as he got out of the F-18.

“What?” He replied walking with a peaceful smile.

"Still asking what?" Rooster lunged at him and stopped him with a hand on his elbow, which Cobra quickly disengaged.

“Do not touch me!” he glared at him with dark eyes.

“Weapons are prohibited in training.”

“Oh, are they? I did not know that. A week late, sorry.”

"Don't come with that, dammit!" Rooster huffed in the middle of the flight line. “I know you're not that stupid. No weapons were ever allowed in training, neither at the Academy nor at Top Gun.”

"Fucking rule! What do they train us for then?” He opened his arms in a sweeping gesture. “On the battlefield real weapons are used.”

"You had no right! It was just training!” Rooster continued ignoring his arguments.

“I just defended myself.”

“You could be expelled for that.”

Cobra let out a slurred laugh and Rooster got even more enraged.

"Wait for it." Cobra patted the pilot twice on the shoulder and started walking again.

Rooster hadn't given up on that interrogation, but before he continued, a figure intrigued him. Hangman had landed his fighter a few minutes after them and was now walking down the flight line without his helmet on, his gaze fixed on the ground, sweat dripping from his nose and his hair in disarray, which he didn't care to fix.

Hangman walked past Rooster without saying a word or flashing that smug smile or cracking a joke. The pilot seemed immersed in agonizing thoughts, evidenced by the pain in his expression. Rooster recalled his actions in heaven. He didn't do any risky maneuvers or show off, he just tried to keep the fight as calm as possible, as if he feared something. That wasn't Hangman. Not by far. What was happening?

Rooster decided to leave that for later and invested in the direction of Cobra, who had already entered the hangar facilities. As he walked through the halls towards the locker rooms, Rooster saw her. For the first time since the elevator incident, he found her. And fuck. She was beautiful.

Claire walked elegantly through the halls wearing a white midi-length dress and a black leather jacket covering her thin arms, which carried some handouts. Her blond hair was slightly curled at the ends, touching her small ears. Her face curved into a tender, tiny smile. Enchanting. And she saw him.

Claire stopped her movement abruptly, her eyes widening a little at the sight of him. Rooster swallowed, feeling his heart race and forgot how to breathe. Her eyes were so intense, emotional. The world seemed to have stopped just to contemplate that meeting. He wanted to talk to her, wanted to explain everything, tell her everything, even though he didn't exactly know. He wanted to take her in his arms, wanted to kiss her until his lips ached. Rooster wanted her so badly.

However, the world not only started to spin again, it was falling apart. Rooster watched Cobra approach Claire and envelop her in a tight hug with silly hands on her bottom. And he kissed her hard.

Rooster's heart was ripped out of his chest.

[inklore]

— 𝐅𝐀𝐐 ⋆ ˚｡

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

[thenostalgiaranger]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Power Rangers, Power Rangers Ninja Storm Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hunter Bradley/Original Female Character(s), Shane Clarke & Original Female Character(s), Dustin Brooks & Original Female Character(s), Tori Hanson & Original Female Character(s), Blake Bradley & Original Female Character(s), Blake Bradley & Hunter Bradley, Dustin Brooks & Shane Clarke & Tori Hanson & Cameron "Cam" Watanabe, Blake Bradley/Tori Hanson, Blake Bradley & Hunter Bradley & Dustin Brooks & Shane Clarke & Tori Hanson & Cameron "Cam" Watanabe Characters: Original Power Rangers Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Hunter Bradley, Blake Bradley, Shane Clarke, Dustin Brooks (Power Rangers), Tori Hanson, Cameron "Cam" Watanabe, Kelly Halloway Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, POV Original Female Character, Canon-Typical Violence, Power Rangers as Family, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Aged-Up Character(s), part of my appeasing my seven year old self series Series: Part 1 of the fox-fire saga Summary:

Ruby Stewart doesn't want to be a ninja. She wants to just live a normal life now that she's in college.

But she's forced to stay when her ninja academy is attacked, her mother captured, and the power of the White Fire Ninja Ranger is thrust upon her. Will she be able to work with her new team: Shane, Dustin, and Tori? Or will all their trials and tribulations tear them apart in the end?

[quierorodarnojodan]

Estábamos bromeando con un amigo @mcdonneeli sobre que tenemos muchos ships similares si no casi todos, pero que irónicamente ambos nos peleamos por el mismo pj a usar y por eso jamás podemos rolear las ships xDD entonces me puse hacer la lista a ver que dice mi compatriota desalmado.

Anime/Manga

Axis Power Hetalia

Alemania x Norte De Italia

Austria x Hungría [♥]

Dinamarca x Noruega

España x Sur De Italia

Prussia x Hungría

Prussia x Austria [♥]

Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki x Uryuu Ishida [♥]

Ikkaku Madarame x Yumichika Ayasegawa

Kyouraku Shunsui x Ukitake Jyuushirou [♥]

Carole & Tuesday

Carole Stanley x Tuesday Simmons

Cyborg 009

Jet Link (002) x Albert Heinrich (004)

Digimon

Ishida Yamato x Yagami Taichi [♥]

Dragon Ball

Goku x Vegeta

Durarara!!

Celty Sturluson x Kishitani Shinra

Kadota Kyohei x Izaya Orihara

Fairy Tails

Levy McGarden x Gajeel Redfox

FullMetal Alchemist

Maes Hughes x Roy Mustang [♥]

Get Backers

Kakei Juubei & Fuuchouin Kazuki

Haikyuu!!

Ooikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime

Haru wo Daiteita

Kato Youji x Iwaki Kyosuke [♥]

Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka x Illumi Zoldyck

Leorio Paladiknight x Kurapika [♥]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli

Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin [♥]

Mohammed Abdul x Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kuroko no Basket

Atsushi Murasakibara x Tatsuya Himuro

Kiyoshi Teppei x Makoto Hanamiya [♥]

Midorima Shintaro x Takao Kazunari [♥]

Naruto

Uzumaki Naruto x Uchiha Sasuke

Hatake Kakashi x Umino Iruka [♥]

Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino

One Piece

Eustass Kid x Trafalgar D. Law

Roronoa Zoro x Vinsmoke Sanji

Saint Seiya

Manigoldo x Albafika [♥]

Hyoga x Shun

Sailor Moon

Kunzite x Zoisite

Michiru Kaiō x Haruka Tenou

Sakura Card Captor

Touya Kinomoto x Yukito Tsukishiro [♥]

Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Rivaille

Marco Bott X Jean Kirstein

The Prince of Tennis

Inui Sadaharu x Kaidou Kaoru [♥]

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Hotsuma Renjou x Shusei Usui [♥♥♥]

Cartoons

Adventure Time

Marceline Abadeer x Princess Bubblegum

Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Jet x Zuko [♥]

Ed, Edd n Eddy

Kevin x Edd (Doble D)

Generador Rex

Rex Salazar x Noah Nixon [♥]

Happy Tree Friends

Lumpy x Russell

Shifty x Lifty

Splendid x Flippy

Scooby-Doo

Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley

The Dragon Prince

Rey Harrow x Viren

The Legend of Korra

Korra x Asami Sato

Iroh II x Bolin

Voltron

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane x Adam [♥]

Xiaolin Showdown

Chase Young x Jack Spicer

Series

9-1-1

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley [♥]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Angel (Angelus) x Spike (William) [♥]

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Carmilla

Carmilla Karnstein x Laura Hollis

Class

Matteusz Andrzejewski x Charlie Smith

Common Law

Travis Marks x Wes Mitchell [♥]

Cobra Kai

Daniel LaRusso x Johnny Lawrence

Deadwind (Karppi)

Sofia Karppi x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Thomas Barrow

Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

Francisco Gómez x Carlos Cifuentes [♥]

LazyTown

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten

London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

Arhur Pendragone x Merlin

Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Regina Mills x Robin Hood

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander / The Darkling x Kaz Brekker

Jasper Fahey x Kaz Brekker

Star Trek

James T. Kirk x Spock

Leonard MCCoy x Spock

Malcolm Reed x Charles "Trip" Tucker III

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore

The Boys

Billy Butcher x Homelander (John)

The Irregulars

Billy x Leopold

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

Hamish Duke x Randall Carpio

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia x Jaskier

Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

Trevor Holden x Philip Pearson

Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman x Damon Salvatore

Warehouse 13

Helena G. Wells x Myka Bering

Películas

Cloud Atlas

Rufus Sixsmith x Robert Frobisher

Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

Eames x Robert Fischer

Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

IT

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

James Bond

James Bond x Q [♥]

Rise of the Guardians

Sandman x Pitch Black

Star Wars

Baze Malbus x Chirrut Îmwe

Poe Dameron x Armitage Hux​ [♥]

The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

Comics

DC Comics

Apollo x Midnighter

Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne [♥]

Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel

Jason Todd x Dick Grayson [♥]

Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad x Malik Al-Sayf [♥]

Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira [♥♥]

Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy

[seize-the-droid]

Okay babe, you have to tell me what your pairings are for your PR OCs!! I AM DYING TO KNOW RN!!

YASSSS. I admit, I have only watched Ninja Storm through Dino Supercharge (excluding Samurai because I just couldn’t do it... Maybe I will come back to it). Anyways, here is what I have so far!

Steph Summers x Eric Myers? [ Time Force ]

Morgan Velasquez x either Dustin or Hunter Bradley [ Ninja Storm ]

Kelsey Dalton x either Dustin or Hunter Bradley [ Ninja Storm ]

Toni Marshall x Either Sky or Bridge… Sky is attractive but Bridge is goofy and adorable. Maybe a possible OT3 [ SPD ]

Thea Harding x Xander Bly [ Mystic Force ]

Shay Gibson x Casey [ Jungle Fury ]

Reyna Petrov x Flynn McAllistair [ RPM ]

Kennedy Holt x Jake Holling [ Megaforce ]

Andromeda x Orion [ Super Megaforce ]

Hayden Bradshaw x Torn between Chase or Riley… Similar situation to the Sky and Bridge thing [ Dino Charge ]

[magnoliabutters]

series

hello there! i am a big fan of series writing but i am still trying to figure it out 🤘🏼 also ii am very much subject to adhd and my obsessions switching so it’s a bit difficult. wrapping up some series i started now so that i can focus on one series at a time in the future.

if you enjoy a series, i highly recommend joining the taglist as parts may take some time. my apologies, but i appreciate you sticking through. hope it will still be worth your while ♥️

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active series

• stories of eddie munson • stranger things •

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⚡️ season two word count: ~15k

• ewya’s choice • avatar: wow •

⚡️pairing: neteyam sully x (she/her) oc

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• the banished ones • stranger things •

⚡️ pairing: eddie munson x (he/him) reader

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• ghost stories • cod: mw2 •

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complete series

• stories for hunters • supernatural •

⚡️pairing: dean winchester x (she/her) reader

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• stories of going steddie • stranger things •

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• muntxa si • james cameron's avatar •

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currently abandoned series

• san diego • top gun: maverick •

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[ihavetoomanyocs]

I don't know if anyone here reads Power Rangers at all, but chapter 8 of my Power Rangers Ninja Storm story, Power of Winter, just posted on FanFiction dot Net! Head on over if you're interested!