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Jake Seresin - Spies 👀

I cannot wait to see what you come up with!

It’s easy to forget what intelligence consists of: luck and speculation. Here and there a windfall, here and there a scoop.

It's a question The Agency has never known the answer to; Why is Jake Seresin a spy? It's easy to forget his skills when you see him at a bar or schmoozing his way around the floor of a gala impeccably clad in a three-piece suit. He's the youngest person to rise to his position as the Director's right hand man. He's the only agent in the history of the Agency to have full autonomy in selecting his own missions - everything from his team, to his choice weapons, transport, and intel. You never expected to find out that Jake Seresin has a soft side, a kind side. But you do, and you did. How? Well that's a completely different story.

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Loved spy kids growing up. Definitely had a love hate relationship for Glen’s character. Now it’s all love though 😂

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🤠🤓🕵️🐓Chuck AU🐓🕵️🤓🤠

Hangster Folks,

I need your opinion on which scenario would better fit. I cannot for the life of me decide and it's driving me crazy... 🤪

Bradley as the nerd-turned-spy falling in love with CIA!Jake ---OR--- Jake as the nerd-turned-spy falling in love with CIA!Bradley

(Poll is under the cut.)

You'd do me a huge favour helping me choose.

Take care, sweets. 💖

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Weever Chapter 6: The 4th Hangman prepares for his very important undercover mission 🎉

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Comfort characters 💔 ( two of them are from obscure fandoms 🗣🔥)

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Oh, for the WIP list, I am interested in learning more about Spy Game. Thank you!

HI Lovely! Spy Games is the working title for a fic that came right out of one of the moodboards I made for my 300 follower celebration! Here is the board! Of course, I had to write a fic for it, because as I was making the board, I had this whole narrative I was building!

Here's a little summary:

The foremost spy organization in the world isn't the KGB, CIA or Mossad. It's an oft-whispered name, one which brings shivers to the spines of all in the Intelligence Game, and is widely referred to as The Agency. What most aren't aware of, is that The Agency is both spy organization and civilization unto its own. The island its headquarters are on, nameless much like the shadowy organization on its shores, has every amenity its residents could need - top-notch schooling, excellent medical care, and its own governing body. In addition, resource scarcity doesn’t exist. The Island is completely powered by green energy, and everyone has clothes to wear and food to eat and all children attend school until University. It’s paradise on Earth if one ignores that the governing body is the Director of The Agency.

Unsurprisingly, almost everyone wants to join the Agency once they've finished their schooling. The only other option is to leave everything you know, everyone you know, never to return. Eden Ayala is one of the many young professionals hitching their fortunes to the sprawling machinery of The Agency. As an analyst, she works in one of the sprawling mission centers of The Agency. When her fledgling star on the rise is connected to Jake Seresin, the Director's right hand man, she's surprised to find that this Jake Seresin is different from the man she once knew years before. A mission gone wrong leads to a series of events which throws Eden and Jake together and could change life on The Agency's island paradise

Here's a little snippet for you!

The front hall is filled with scanners, and the reception desk is staffed by young men and women cheerily greeting the few guests. A bank of television screens over the receptionists shows the world news. It paints the sterile white lobby in colors, dying the faces of each receptionist and the foreboding man standing in front of the desk in shirtsleeves with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. He's tall and broad, tattoos etched across his arms, several of his long fingers bearing rings. His blond hair is combed off his forehead, and his green eyes glare across the crowd. The most concerning thing seems to be how everyone in the lobby gives this man a wide berth. You wish you didn't recognize him. God, why couldn't he have joined the US Navy like he planned to, as he told you all through your school years? But no, it appears that for better or worse, he's at The Agency, and now, so are you. His face lights up just a little as you break out of the crowd, whispers of his name floating out of the faceless mass as you stride confidently across the pale, gleaming tiles, your heels clicking with each step. “Mr. Seresin, sir.” You hold your hand out for a handshake, ignoring his raised eyebrow at your outheld hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope I'm not late.”

I'm still thinking of what I can include in this story, but I hope you like what I've got so far!

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Broken Wings - Part 3

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Spy! Female OC

Warnings: Torture, like rough grueling torture, not for the faint of heart, light swearing, character death, fictional wars

Word Count: 769

Summary: Jake is captured after being shot down by the enemy. He survives but that doesn’t mean he is safe. He is captured and forced to do the unthinkable. Not only does he have to survive being tortured but he also has to protect an inside spy from death. 

A/N- Thank you to all of those who have kept up with my story so far! You are all so kind and lovely to even read it! See you all next Wednesday!

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“Rose?!” Jake, whisper yelled, “What are you doing here? How are you alive? Wait, how did you get to such a high clearance?” 

Jake was in a frenzie, a panic attack was rising inside him. Breathing all of the sudden became hard. His vision left him. He crumpled to the ground kneeling, his muscles in his legs were aching. When there’s a spy a mission is more dangerous than life itself. Last he heard of Rose she was dead by the hands of North Korea. How was she here? 

“Hey, hey, breathe,” Rose opened his cell door with a loud clang and placed her hand on Jake’s back, “In. Out. In. Out.”

The pressure of Rose’s hand on his back was giving him something to focus on, instead of the sudden outburst of pressure on his lungs. 

“I know you’re from Top Gun, how did you get here?” Jake shook out. He gasped after every word. 

“First we need to get out of here, if you want to live, you have to come with me now,” Rose whispered, “If we don’t leave now we are both dead. The guard will tell the general that I helped you after your shocks. This could get really messy.” 

“Why did you help me and not save yourself?” Jake asked, facing her, rolling over looking up at her. The dirt making a soft area for his head to rest. A massive migraine started to form inside his head. She was kneeling next to him. He could see her blue eyes glimmer in the light above them and her golden short hair in waves seemed to glow. 

“Let’s just say I owe a favor to Mav,” She shrugged. 

“Wha-what is the favor?” Jake asked, still laying down. The weight of his head felt too heavy to lift, let alone go anywhere. 

A loud crash came out of nowhere and footsteps got louder and louder. The sudden noise made Jake jump. 

“Shhhhhhh, stay down,” Rose whispered, laying down next to him. 

Soon the noise faded and Rose sat back up, “Can you get up?” 

Jake lifted his head and with Rose’s help he sat up and used Rose as a crutch to stand. It took all his energy to not put any weight on his shot leg. She kept him steady and breathed hard. She placed her hand and applied pressure on his chest. 

“Focus on your breathing Lieutenant,” Rose said, comforting him. 

He nodded once and hopped with his good leg as Rose walked very slowly out of the cell. Jake could feel himself become dizzy the more steps they took. 

“Just keep going, we have to get out of here,” Rose said urgently and out of breath. The more tense she got the more Jake panicked. 

Jake could hear a faint dripping sound above him, and then a drop of water fell on his nose going down onto his chapped lips. The blistering cold of North Korea already took effect on his flesh. His lips bled and his ears hurt from the cold. The hallway felt like a marathon as Jake continued to hop down it. Rose made sure to keep his steady and moving. 

“What was the favor you owed Mav, Agent Hathaway?” Jake asked, he knew he shouldn't have asked. But it distracted him from the pain and how long it took him to take one step after the other. 

Just as he thought he got a “shhhhhh” from Rose. 

“Put your hands up! Both of you!” A voice yelled behind them. Rose flinched. 

“Shit,” Rose mumbled. Only Jake could hear her.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our new arrival and the girl we thought we could trust. How lovely,” The leader spoke. Jake had to pay close attention and it was hard to understand what he was saying. With the man’s accent and his mind splitting migraine he could barely keep up. 

“Sir, I was just taking him to the torture hall with all the fun toys all the guards get to use, I wanted a turn,” Rose said cheekily and almost too girly. 

“Prove it then, show me what you were going to do to him. I mean unless you are too weak and were really trying to save him,” The man’s voice was hard and stern. Jake had a hard time thinking what to do next. 

“You want me to torture him in front of you, sir?” Rose asked politely. 

“Sure, why not? I watched someone get hung today, what’s the difference?” 

“The difference,” Jake thought was, “If she tortures me, I won’t live a moment longer.”

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The Danger Zone (Part 18) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 3.9k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Military Inaccuracies; Medical Inaccuracies; Crying; Angst; Family Drama; Deployments; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: You try to adapt to life without Jake beside you anymore.

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Dear Jake,

You probably haven’t even reached the aircraft carrier yet. You might even still be on the ground in Miramar. But I couldn’t wait. I miss you. You’ve been gone for less than five hours, and I already miss you so much. I'm not saying that to try and make you feel bad, but because it's the only thing on my mind now.

Everyone offered to take me out today to try and distract me, but I declined. I think that I just want some time to myself. I honestly don't even want to get out of bed. Maybe I’ll do some cleaning. Or who knows? Maybe I’m an accomplished knitter who hasn’t discovered her talent yet. Or maybe I’ll bake again. I don’t know. 

Also, all of the tee shirts you left behind are now mine. Sorry, it’s just wife rules. You shouldn’t have married me and knocked me up if you didn’t want me to steal your stuff. 

I miss you. I love you. And so does our little girl. Come home safe, Lieutenant Commander. That’s an order. 

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I went back to work today. Everyone tried to talk to me about you and the wedding and everything, but I just wanted to be left alone. Also, my cravings are all over the place now. And half of the stuff seems to make me throw up these days. Luckily, I still have the gum and toothbrush in my desk. 

How’s everything? I assumed that you made it to the carrier by now. Or maybe you’re somewhere else entirely.

You know all of those spy movies over romanticize how sexy it is to be waiting at home for your husband to return home from some top secret mission.

It’s not sexy. It’s just annoying. 

Here’s a photo of me and my bump. Don’t mind the mess in the background, I’m rearranging the whole apartment. Call it nervous organizing. It'll be cleaned up. Eventually.

She’s been a shy ever since you left. I can still feel her moving around, but even she seems to have realized that you're gone. I think that she just misses you. And I can’t blame her because I miss you too. 

I love you, Jake. Come home safely.

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

Dear Jake, 

I got the package that you bought for me. I hope that you know that if you were here, I would have given you a rerun of that time that we went to that desert concert. The one where you wouldn't remove your hands from my waist for a second. I hope that your big promotion doesn’t change how much you enjoyed it when I tied your hands up back in your truck. 

Our daughter’s been moving around like crazy today ever since I played your voice for her. She doesn’t seem to be willing to kick yet, but we’ll get there in time. 

I let Emma take me out today. We just took a walk around her neighborhood. Baby girl finally went to bed after that. But knowing her, she’ll wake up just in time for me to go to bed. 

Here’s our photo from today. Emma took it. I can’t believe I’m going to get even bigger. You owe me a deep tissue massage on my back when you get home. And I’ll hold you to it. 

We love you and miss you, Jake. 

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved in with Mav today. I thought I wanted to be alone, but I was wrong. Being alone with my thoughts just makes me sad and lonely and I don’t want our daughter to bake in that. She needs to inherit your smile and dimples, so I’m making a bigger effort to be happy. 

Penny took me to get my nails done today. I got a light pink for our daughter, but now everyone’s assuming that we’re having a girl. I haven’t confirmed it because we didn’t discuss it before you left but don’t be shocked when you come home to a lot of pink. 

I also started seriously researching some girl names. I never realized how many people I don’t like until I started trying to name our daughter. And you better speak up if any of the ones that I suggest are ones that have bad meanings to you.

I’m still digging through a whole bunch of lists but there’s such weird ones out there, Jake. And we cannot name our child something that would get us a look from her teachers. Or a stripper name.

I love you. Baby girl is behaving herself, but she misses you.

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

To My Beautiful Wife,

I finally got a chance to check my email. We’re settled on the carrier now, but we’ve been doing a lot of drills and long briefings. I'm sorry that I haven't written earlier. Know that the two of you are always on my mind.

I’m glad you got your gift. I tried to record what I could think of for our baby girl. I don’t want her to miss anything. And I don’t want her keeping you up at night. Has she kicked yet? By my count, you’re hitting seven months in a day or two.

Thanks for sending me those photos. I put up one of the two of you from that photo shoot in my plane. Really brightens up the place. But it also reminds me of what I’m missing. Sometimes I have to take it down so I can focus.

I miss you. I miss our little girl. Every day, every hour, every second. 

Try to relax. I know that everyone’s probably told you that a thousand times by now, but I don’t want you feeling stressed about me. I’m fine and I'll be home as soon as I can. Please tell me that you didn’t lift anything heavy while you were moving into Mav’s house. Or maybe it's better if you don't tell me.

And you can tell everyone about her. I don’t mind. It’s not like we could keep it a secret for much longer anyways. But make sure to mention that I was right. 

And you have to tell me the worst names that you've seen on these lists. I left a list of baby names I liked in my nightstand. I'd research them when I couldn't sleep at night.

I love you and I love our daughter. I’ll try to be home soon.

Your Husband,

Jake

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I had my seven month appointment today. Baby girl is healthy and still measuring a little small. But her heartbeat is strong and I can tell that she’s going to be stubborn coming out. The doctor says that it’s only a matter of time before she starts kicking. 

I hope that the ocean isn’t too rough and you can see the stars. I remember when Mav and I spent a month in Hawaii when I was a teenager. We saw the most beautiful stars there. What if we picked a star name for our daughter? Not Stella, though. That was our dog's name growing up and I can't name my daughter after a dog.

I didn’t lift anything. Mav wouldn’t let me. And neither would Bradley. They’re watching me like hawks these days. And no, I didn’t mean that as a bird joke. Also, I can’t name our daughter after a bird. I’m trying to end the family streak of joke names. 

Mckeighleigh was the most ridiculous looking name I’ve seen so far. And we’re not naming our daughter Precious either. Or worse, Chastity. I don’t know how those nurses keep a straight face when they hear those names. 

And your recording telling her to go to bed has come in handy lately. Though I did warn her that we’ll be discussing the fact that she only seems to listen to you about that when she comes out. 

I love you so much Jake. You’ll be home soon, I know it. And we’ll be waiting for you when you do. 

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I can't fall asleep, so I’m writing to you instead. And no, it wasn’t our baby girl who kept me up. I’ve had the worst heartburn these days. And Tums don’t do shit. They say that means that our daughter will come out with a full head of hair. I say that I'd take a bald baby in exchange for better sleep.

My baby shower is in a few days. Next weekend. Emma and Phoenix said that it was going to be relatively small, and I hope that they stick to it. I’m not really in the mood to see a lot of people anymore.

I yelled at Bradley the other day for making an omelet with three eggs because he left an egg in the carton without a 'friend' because he left an egg alone in its row since there was an odd number of eggs. Apparently, I kept crying about it for a while, but in all honesty, I don’t really remember much of that conversation. I’m pretty sure that Bradley’s keeping his distance now. You probably would have enjoyed seeing his face. 

I asked for a little box at my baby shower to put name suggestions in. I’m running out of ideas. I keep worrying that we’re going to name her something stupid. 

Baby girl is growing bigger, and I can’t believe that I’m still going to get fatter. I’m struggling to grab things off of the floor now. Maverick got me one of those grabby things that old people use. You would probably find it hilarious.

I love you. I miss you. I’ll write to you tomorrow. 

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

“Thank you,” you told Emma as she handed you a lemonade. 

Emma and Penny took you out for the day to spend some time out of Mav’s house. You were growing increasingly less interested in leaving your 'nest,' as Bradley nicknamed it, and they were trying their best to get you motivated to go out and continue to live your life.

You had done some shopping for a dress to wear to your baby shower and now the three of you were getting a snack before you’d head over to the Hard Deck for the rest of the afternoon. You chatted for a moment before you sighed, slowly got to your feet, and grabbed your purse from your chair. 

“Bathroom?” Emma asked you.

“Where else?” you joked, walking off. 

A few minutes later, as you were washing your hands at the sink, you looked up when another woman stepped inside the bathroom. You offered her a friendly smile before her familiarity suddenly struck you. Quickly drying your hands, you reached for your bag and turned to leave. But the woman stood directly in your path.

She had stripes of gray cutting through what appeared to be deep auburn hair. She carried herself with a sense of purpose. And an expensive handbag. She reminded you of some of the women you used to see at the country club that you worked at in college. The type who turned a blind eye when their pig husbands made some demeaning comment to the women on staff and were never seen without some kind of drink in their perfectly manicured hands.  

“You know who I am?” Georgia Seresin asked softly.

You stared her down, gripping the strap of you bag tightly. Your heart was beating hard in your chest, and you could practically feel the rhythm in your ears. Taking a breath and releasing it, you tilted your chin up and narrowed your eyes at her.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded quietly, looking around the small public bathroom. No one else was in there except for the two of you. “Are you stalking me?”

“I came to California when my son didn’t respond to my letter.”

“I wonder why?” you wondered sarcastically.

“What did he tell you?”  

“Everything,” you stated firmly. “Which is why I would appreciate it if you stopped acting like it was just a coincidence that you ran into me here, hundreds of miles from your home, when Jake is conveniently deployed.” You paused for a moment before repeating through gritted teeth, “Why are you here?”

“To talk to you. About my son.”

“What about your son?”

“I know that your child isn’t here yet, but when they’re born, perhaps you can understand how much pain it could cause a mother to miss out on their child’s wedding or the process of them expecting their first child. From a mother to a mother—”

“—I’m going to stop you right there.”

You tried to keep your tears of anger in as you thought about Jake’s expression when he told you about his childhood. When you thought about the pain that you could hear in his tone, that you could feel radiating off of him.

“Because a woman who calls herself a mother would never do the things that you did. You stole him from a poor girl who loved him. You lied to her, promising that you would take care of him and love him. And then you turned around and fed him to the wolves." Nostrils flaring and angry tears threatening to fall, you added, "Did you ever even tell him that you loved him?"

“Of course, we did,” she admonished.

“Did you? Did you tell him that you were proud of him? That you loved him no matter what happened?” you snapped, trying to keep your voice even. “Every night my mom told me that she loved me and that she was proud of me. How many times did you tell Jake that, Georgia? How is a child supposed to just know that if you don’t tell them?” Shaking your head as you let out a shaky breath, you turned back to her. “And just so you know, there won’t be a day where Jake doesn’t tell our child that he loves them. Not one.”

Georgia adjusted her handbag on her shoulder and pursed her lips together. Clearly, she wasn’t used to being spoken to in this manner, but you didn’t give a shit about her feelings. 

“Did you come here to convince me to talk Jake into speaking to you again? To buy my baby from me? A combination of the two? Does your husband know that you’re here? Is he waiting outside?”

Georgia took another moment to compose herself from your questions. She glanced down at the rings on your finger before meeting your gaze again.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that Jake selected a woman as . . . outspoken as you,” Georgia stated, adjusting her handbag again. “No, my husband does not know that I’m here. And I’m not here to buy my grandchild. I’m here to try and get through to my son and I’ve realized that the best way to do that would be through you. The woman he married and is having a child of his own with.”

Your eyes flashed with annoyance at Georgia's words.

“I have no interest in having a relationship with you because Jake doesn’t have an interest in it.”

“There’s nothing I can do to persuade you to speak with him about me?” Georgia pressed, an edge of desperation in her tone. 

“No, there’s not.”

“You would deny your child a set of grandparents?”

“I will protect my child from people who hurt their father.”

Forcing yourself to take a breath, you stared down Georgia for a moment. She looked far more pathetic than you knew she was comfortable with. Apparently, she thought that she would just waltz in, and you would agree with her without any pushback.

But she couldn't have been more wrong.

“You know, when Jake told me about his upbringing, I honestly felt a bit of sympathy for you, Georgia. Maybe you were convinced that being a rich housewife to a pathetic little man was a better life than being loved by a poor man. And I’m sure that your husband hasn’t been kind to you over the years.” 

The rage flashed to the surface again as she turned away from you for a moment. 

“But how could you look another woman in the eye and convince her to hand over an innocent baby to a man that you knew would be a horrible father? That you knew would hurt that baby?”

After a moment, you walked past Georgia, who did not move to block your path this time. You opened the door and strode out of there and you didn't dare look back. Trying to gather yourself, you looked up to see Emma and Penny a few steps away from you. 

“Are you okay? We were getting worried," Emma questioned with clear concern.

“Fine. Let’s get going to the Hard Deck,” you stated, already turning towards the parking lot. 

“What happened?” Penny asked, studying your expression. You didn’t reply and just kept marching towards the parking lot until Penny rested a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to slow down. “You’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

“Jake’s mom walked into the bathroom,” you explained quietly, looking over your shoulder. 

“What?"

“She knew where you were?” Penny asked urgently, looking around with a protective stare. Wrapping her arm around your shoulders, she encouraged you forward again. “Come on, let’s get going.”

~~~~~

Maverick’s face darkened after you finished with your explanation about what happened at the mall. Grabbing his phone, he got up from the table with a serious expression.

“I’m going to make a call,” he stated firmly. “They can’t stalk you and your child. I don’t care who the hell that they think they are in Texas. That’s not going to fly out here. That’s not going to continue.”

“Who are you calling?” you asked as Maverick walked off. 

“An old contact. I’ll be right back.”

Penny told you to just let Mav make the call as the remaining four of you remained seated at the table. You twisted your engagement ring around your finger nervously, sharing a look with Emma and Bradley, who sat across from you. 

“She didn’t try to hurt me—”

“—Doesn’t matter,” Bradley interjected quickly. “It’s creepy and it’s over the line and it’s going to stop. Now. Just let Mav make his call. He'll handle it.”

“I know,” you sighed, holding your head in your hands. “Jake is going to freak out when I tell him.”

“You’re going to tell him right away?”

“I can’t hide it from him. It might take me some time to find the words, but I have to tell him.”

Penny hugged you to her side and rubbed your back with her hand, giving you the maternal support that you really needed in that moment. You sighed and leaned against her, desperately wishing that Jake would be home soon.

“Everything will be alright. We’re going to figure this out.”

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I hope that everything is running smoothly where you are. And that you read this email sooner rather than later. 

Penny and Emma took me to the shops yesterday and when I was trying to leave the bathroom, I ran into your mother. She came up from Texas and she told me that she wanted to talk to me about you. Said something about using me to convince you to talk to her again. I told her that I wasn’t interested in that because you weren’t interested in that. She let me leave after that. 

I don’t want to stress you out or make you feel like you have to do anything when you’re so far away, but I wanted to be honest with you. Mav’s made a few calls and he seems to think that he has a solution. Don’t stress about us, just focus on your mission and coming home safely in one piece. 

We love you, Jake. And we’re safe, we’re fine. And we miss you. 

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~ 

Folding some fresh laundry in Maverick's house a few days later, you looked up when you heard your phone buzz. An unknown number was calling you and despite your hesitation, you answered it. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, Honey.”

“Jake?” you whispered out shakily, holding a hand to your mouth. Moving to sit, you tried to calm yourself down and not just simply sob. “How are you calling me?”

“I have my ways,” Jake replied teasingly. Growing more serious, he asked, “Are you alright?”

“We’re fine, Jake.” 

“I’m so sorry, Honey. She never should have been anywhere near the two of you.”

“We’re fine,” you repeated softly. “She didn’t threaten us. If anyone was threatening anyone, it was me.”

“That’s my wife,” Jake praised, causing you to smile bashfully. “But my father wasn’t there, right? It was just my mother?”

“Yeah. She said that he didn’t know that she was there, and I didn’t see him around.”

“Good. I’ll deal with them when I get home.”

“Okay.” After a moment you asked, “How much longer do you have?”

“Less than a minute. I’m sorry, Honey, I just needed to know that the two of you were okay. They thought that I was having some kind of stroke when I read your email and I managed to convince them to let me call you.”

“At least one good thing came out of the whole shitshow,” you sighed, resting a hand on your bump. “I love—”

You froze when you felt your daughter press her foot against your hand. Jake felt his heart leap into his throat when you cut yourself off and stop talking without a clear reason.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“She’s kicking,” you whispered softly.

“What?”

“Jake, she’s kicking. Our daughter is kicking!”

“She’s kicking?”

“Yes, she’s kicking,” you laughed, before your joy dimmed and tears pooled in your eyelids. Sniffling, you croaked out, “I love you so much, Jake. We love you so much.”

“I love you too. And I miss you so fucking much, Honey. And I’m so sorry that I’m not there.”

“Hangman, time’s up,” Jake heard from behind him, causing him to look over his shoulder. 

“I’ve got to go, Honey,” he replied, grinding his jaw to try and stave off the tears. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Bye, Jake.”

The line went dead, and you slowly placed your phone down. Holding your hand to your mouth, you finally let out your sobs. And about a thousand emotions that you'd tried keeping in ever since Jake was forced to leave you. 

Your daughter was finally kicking, but her father wasn’t here to feel her. And the thought only made you sob harder. 

Back on the carrier, Jake rubbed the tears that leaked from his eyes. 

He missed it. He fucking missed it. He missed his daughter kicking for the first time. He wasn’t there when his mother showed up out of nowhere and accosted you in a public bathroom. He wasn’t going to be there for your baby shower.

Jake had anticipated that deploying while you were heavily pregnant was going to be difficult. But he didn’t realize that it was going to be impossible, killing him slowly from the inside out. 

“Hangman?”

“I’m coming,” Jake called back, clearing his throat. “I’m coming.”

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but like poly! with hangman and rooster though 🤤 the lingering touches, longing looks and sneaking off in and out of the base because the rest of the dagger squad is yet to know of your unconventional relationship with the twoㅡthough it's safe to say that they have the tiniest bit of clue; the taped picture of you in jake’s locker and the necklace of your initial that hangs alongside bradley’s dog tags that may or may not have caught a sliver of their prying eyes.

Natasha waits until both Mickey and Reuben have had their post-hangover breakfasts, buttered toast and a single scrambled egg to go easy on their stomachs. Last night had been wild, and she'd volunteered for designated driver to gather intel while everyone else got drunk. She'd let them wake up on their own time, but once they'd come down for breakfast, she'd decided to ask for their help. When they're downing the last of the orange juice she'd poured for them, she braces her chin in her hands, "Boys?"

They share a look, suspicious when they turn back to her. Reuben speaks first, "Uh oh. Is this why you were bein' so nice to us? You've got some evil plan going?"

"Evil plan," She scoffs, wiping a crumb off of their communal kitchen table, "Don't be so dramatic. I need your help."

"With what?" Mickey's brow wrinkles in a frown, "You're probably the strongest at the table, there's nothing in here you can't move by yourself."

"I need your help spying on Rooster," She informs them, "I think he's got a girlfriend."

Mickey's brow straightens itself out, soaring towards his hairline, "Girlfriend?"

"And I think it's one of the maintenance women on base."

"What makes you say that?" Reuben leans over the table towards her, eager to hear the gossip.

"He's got this necklace that he wears on top of his dog tags," She explains, it's got her initials on it. I know it could be someone else, but I saw a picture taped in his jet the other day, and it was of her. I think they're sneaking around or something."

"Woah!" Mickey snickers, "A picture in the jet? He's already gone. So what, he's keeping her a secret or something?"

"I don't know!" Phoenix urges, "That's what I want you to find out. Don't pry, just keep an eye out with me this next week. I've asked Bob to do the same."

"Will do, Phe," Reuben nods once, headache long forgotten at the prospect of a secret mission, "Fanboy and I'll have the juicy details in no time."

--

On Tuesday, Fanboy had caught a glimpse of your picture in Bradley's jet. Armed with your appearance, he'd described you to Payback, and the pair had scanned everyone in their vicinity until positively identifying you.

"That's her! That one," Fanboy points, glad that your back is turned so that you can't see the scene he's making, "That's Rooster's girl."

Feeling triumphant upon their discovery, the pair returned to Phoenix, announcing their victory. The trio had set out especially happy that Friday night, planning on getting Bradley blackout drunk and prying the answers out of him.

Friday night drinks are now a sacred ritual among the proudly proclaimed Dagger Squad, and it's not uncommon to see Jake perusing the patrons with one hand on his beer. He doesn't always stick around to play pool, but Bradly's bent over the table now, the necklace with your initials on the chain dangling low over the surface. Phoenix shares a sly grin with Fanboy and Payback over it, and notices Jake wandering off towards the bathrooms.

"Lucky guy," Coyote whistles lowly, "Have you seen the woman he's been messin' around with?"

"Bradley?" Phoenix's brows furrow, but Javy looks confused.

"No," He laughs cautiously, "Hangman. Rooster's got someone too?"

"Whatever," Phoenix shakes her head, "Doesn't matter. I pity the poor girl Jake's got."

Natasha makes it her business to get Rooster drunk, Fanboy and Payback holding back to question him once he's wasted. They're patient enough in their endeavors, sipping their own drinks in the meantime, but Fanboy excuses himself to the bathrooms while they wait.

He comes back entirely too fast, eyes blown wide and hands urgent where they wrap around both Phoenix's and Payback's wrists.

"Guys," He pants, "Get- come with me!"

"What- Hey!" Phoenix grunts as he yanks them off towards the other end of the bar, cringing when he heads straight for the men's bathroom, "Dude, whatever gross shit you found in there, I don't wanna see it!"

"It's not-" Fanboy shakes his head, speechless and gushing all at once, "Just look!"

He swings the door open so hard that it hits the tile on the wall. It also interrupts Jake, who's pressing someone up against the door of an open stall. Oh shit, he's pressing you up against the door of an open stall, his mouth hot and heavy on yours.

You stare wide-eyed at the three intruders, though perhaps if you wanted more privacy you could have let your boyfriend drag you into the supply room out back. It is a public bathroom, it just tends to stay empty except for couples hooking up.

Natasha's previously nice impression of you, only forged by the fact that one of her closest friends loved you enough to make you a permanent fixture in his jet, turns sour instantly. She can't imagine what Bradley will feel when she tells him you've been cheating on him, much less with Jake.

"Hangman," Payback's sharp voice cuts through the awkward silence of the bathroom, "What the hell are you doing, man?"

"I'm kissing my girlfriend," He drawls, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "Could you give us a little privacy, guys?"

"That's Bradley's girlfriend," Natasha narrows her eyes at you, "He's got a picture of you in his jet, and a necklace with your initials on it."

Your eyes widen slightly, and you murmur, "He's got a picture of me in his jet?"

Jake stares between you and Phoenix, watching as her face turns down in a disapproving frown, "Yeah, he does. He must really like you, and you're out here with someone else?"

"Oh-" You start, eyes widening along with Jake's, "No, it's not-"

"Oh, it's not what it looks like?" She interrupts, scoffing disgustedly, "Save it. Listen, I'm gonna tell Bradley about this, and then I'm gonna tell Penny you're bumming around here breaking hearts. You'll be lucky if you get away with a ring of the bell."

"No!" You cry, and Jake shouts sternly, "Phoenix, wait!"

But it's too late, and she's gone, wandering through the seat of people to find Rooster.

Jake lets his arms fall from around your waist and you both start towards the door, but Fanboy and Payback don't budge where they stand. Both are regarding you with disapproving looks, and you feel defensive as Jake's shoulders stiffen at their behavior.

"Listen, guys, you've got it all wrong. I know about Rooster, and he knows about me. We-" Jake runs a hand through his hair, "We're doing this- I dunno, throuple thing. He knows we're in here together, he chose this outfit for her tonight."

It's a flattering outfit, of course. But you're sure it's the least of their worries, as they process what Jake's just told them.

"Oh." Fanboy mutters, "So you're- it's all cool?"

"Well not now," Jake sneers, "Phoenix is about to have us thrown overboard!"

"Right," Payback steps out of the way, already intent on tracking the brunette down, "Phe- wait!"

He stops her just before she reaches Bradley, and she looks back at him exasperatedly. You're quick to follow, and she looks at you with her face wrinkled in disdain.

Bradley's, however, lights up at your arrival, and he sets his cue down, "Y/N! Hey, baby, wasn't sure I'd see you tonight. Thought Hangman might keep you in that shitty bathroom the whole time."

Phoenix's head snaps towards Bradley, her brows furrowed as she watches him keenly.

"Bradley, uh- I wanted to-" You sidestep his hug, approaching Phoenix with shame in your chest that you shouldn't be bearing. Somehow she's made you feel guilty for something you haven't done, and you want to make things right.

"I'm dating the both of them" You inform her in a meek voice, "Uh- Bradley and Jake. I would never cheat on anyone, or- or prowl a bar just to break someone's heart. I know what it looked like, but- I'm really sorry we confused you. If I had known you knew, I- I would have said something."

All in all, Phoenix feels a little embarrassed. She knows she did the right thing by trying to tell Bradley about it, but she'd jumped to the wrong conclusion, and all eyes are on her as she figures out how to proceed.

"So they know...?" She glances between both men, who nod casually.

"Yeah," You join, "It's- it's something we're trying out, a polyamory sort of thing."

"Oh." Is what she settles on, "Uh- I'm sorry. For threatening you, and lecturing you, and... yeah."

"It's alright," You assure her, sticking your hand out for a handshake. She goes to take it, but backs off last-minute, and something spikes in your chest straight at your heart.

"Uh- no hard feelings." She promises, hand down by her side again, 'But I saw you and Hangman in there, and I don't know where that hand has been."

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💋🐓🤠☠️Kiss & Kill AU💋🤠🐓☠️

Bradley Bradshaw has recently broken up with his fiancée. In order to take their adopted son’s mind off things, Tom Kazansky and Pete Mitchell accompany him to Nice, France, where the formerly engaged couple was supposed to spend their holidays.

During a playful dogfight football at the beach, Bradley meets Jake Seresin and the two men hit it off! Jake invites Bradley to join him later for drinks. After a night of drinking and delightful conversation, Jake reveals he is actually a professional assassin, unaware Bradley has fallen asleep. A single encounter is enough for a charmed Jake to quit contract killing, despite his boss’ refusal to let go of his best asset – the Hangman is the finest agent there is.

So, Jake begins a relationship with Bradley, and eventually asks Tom and Pete for their blessing to marry their son. After all, Jake is certain Bradley is the love of his life and doesn’t want to let him go.

A year later, the Seresin-Bradshaw men have settled into married life: Bradley is working with Maverick where they repair old planes and fly them with tourists aboard, meanwhile Jake has turned towards finance as he is the top trader at his company. The former COMPACFLT Tom is just enjoying his garden, his dogs and his books as well as dealing with the usual mayhem surrounding his husband and kid.

Problems arise when Bradley wants to surprise his husband for his birthday with tickets to Nice, where they first met. Jake is less than enthusiastic, but that’s because he has received a postcard from his former boss with an ultimatum to take another assignment. Faced with Jake’s distance, Bradley thinks his husband is bored with their relationship, and wants to divorce him.

At the same time Jake’s past resurfaces, Bradley’s ex reaches out to him with news of a baby she doesn’t want to keep, and assassins are sent to hunt the Seresin-Bradshaw men who have a price of $20 million put on their head…

[AU based on the movie Killers starring Katherine Heigl and Ashton Kutcher... Kiss & Kill is the adapted movie name, as it is known where I come from, and I like it better than Killers, sooooo there ya go! :P]

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"Mmmmh...Okay. Future kiddo-in-law tries to honey me up. I can respect his strategy. I'd have done the same. Kudos on the wink game and cheekiness. Wonder what he's going to do when meeting the other pops-in-law..."

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

The Middle of Nowhere: First Steal (A One-Shot)

AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 15. "Don’t break down on me yet."

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, dark!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, dark!Jake "Hangman" Seresin, OC referred to as "Fawn"(no relationships)

Summary: There were many other girls before Little Fox. Jake has a reputation for getting carried away and letting his prey escape. This is the first time Bradley stole the win out from under his nose.

Word Count: 1718

TW: Angst, Whump, Blood, Cutting Patch of Skin Off Victim, Implied Impending Sexual Assault (doesn’t happen within story), Light Choking, Kidnapping, Plans to Murder Victim, Hunting Victim, Knives, Stabbing, Violence Voyeurism, Victim Begging for Her Life, Getting Off on Thoughts of Violence/Death, Licking, Language, Bradley's POV

Notes: PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE READING!!! Thank you to @green-socks for beta reading and encouraging my continued depravity with this series. Part of @ailesswhumptober's whumptober event.

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Bradley knows the moment Jake finds his target. Despite the fact he’s the one who earned his nickname for “crowing” and showing off when he catches his prey, Jake isn’t exactly subtle when he nabs a win. The loud shout of “Suck it, Rooster!” rings out through the lush, dense woods, causing Bradley’s head to snap around towards the sound. 

Immediately, his blood freezes in his veins at the realization he is too late and that he has lost. But that can’t be. He was so sure this would be his win—he needed it to be his win. From the moment he saw today’s target, the one they dubbed “Fawn” due to her wide, innocent eyes and tawny-colored hair, he knew he had to have her. To do unspeakable things to her only to finally allow her an endless sleep once he was done with his fun. 

His body is already reacting to the kill that hasn’t happened yet. He’s been hard since he carried Fawn’s limp body out the back of the library and dumped her into their rental truck. His fingers have been aching to be wrapped around her throat ever since the drugs wore off and she let out her first titillating scream. His blood has been burning to feel her take her last breath since the second he saw her flee into the woods. 

Yet it seems as if Jake will get to have all the fun, not Bradley. But that doesn’t mean he can’t watch. If being the one who gets the kill is like having sex, watching the other man claim victory is like watching porn. Not as satisfying, but it still gets you off.

Heading in the direction of Jake’s shout, Bradley hears Fawn’s screams echoing all around him, the terror now deliciously tinged with pain. Jake must have already started to work on her. As he approaches the clearing where the sounds are coming from, Bradley slows and lowers himself into a crouch. Easing forward as silently as possible on the twig-covered ground, he peers through a small opening in the underbrush to spy on Jake’s handiwork.

Jake has Fawn pinned to the ground as she lies on her back—a small knife driven into each palm as he sits on her hips. Tears leave fresh trails down her face through the dirt that had collected there and blood begins to pool in the leaves beneath her hands. Even from his hiding spot, Bradley can smell the metallic tang of it in the air and he has to stifle the needy moan that builds in his throat. But he can’t let Jake know he is watching. It would give away his only advantage and dash his last, lingering hopes that he may get his hands on Fawn yet.

Bradley knows the rules—after all, he made them. As long as Jake has her in his clutches, there is nothing he can do but stand here and watch. He’s not allowed to interfere or take her from him…at least for now.

He settles back on his haunches, just sitting on his perch, still poised to strike given the smallest window of opportunity. Jake is a skilled hunter and one of the most masterful knifesmen Bradley has ever seen. But he also often lets his baser desires and flair for the dramatics get the better of him. So far, he hasn’t allowed one of his prey to slip from his fingers completely, but there have been a few close calls. If Bradley is lucky, today might be the day he can finally snatch victory right out from under his best friend’s nose and claim this prize for his own. He just can’t lose focus for a second or alert Jake to the fact he’s close enough to pounce. 

As Fawn lets out another tear-filled scream, Jake throws his head back and inhales deeply. Pulling out another knife from inside his jacket, he croons, “Oh, darlin’, keep screaming for me. It’s so much more fun when they scream.” He rolls his hips a few times, rutting into her stomach. “And you have no idea how much it turns me on.”

“P-Please,” Fawn cries. “Don’t do this. I-I can pay you. It’s not much b-but you can have everything. My entire bank account. A-and if you let me go right now, I p-promise I won’t tell a soul what happened. No p-police, I swear.”

“You think this is about money?” Jake chuckles as he shakes his head. “No. You could have more money than God and I’d still pick this every time. There’s nothing like it in the world.” 

And he plunges his knife into Fawn’s side. 

Her wide eyes grow somehow larger as she lets out a strangled gurgle. Yet even from here, Bradley can see it’s a superficial wound. While the pain and blood loss may slow her down and lessen her ability to fight back, she won’t die from it. But Jake’s still just getting started.

For the next several minutes, he makes small cuts and stabs all along her body in places that will cause maximum pain with minimum damage. As antsy as Bradley is to get his hands on her himself, he has to admit that watching Jake work is a sight to behold. Fawn has a tattoo of a ladybug on her arm, and Jake carefully traces it with a very small, very sharp knife. When he finishes, he peels the top layer of her skin off, leaving a perfect ladybug-shaped bloody wound in its place. He shows the flesh to Fawn who just sobs harder and gags as she squeezes her eyes shut. 

And with that reaction, Jake moves on to stage two of his playtime.

He swings his leg over her and climbs to his feet. As he walks around the clearing, Jake pulls a rope out of his jacket, one end already tied off in a noose. Spotting a suitable tree for what he has planned next, he winds up and tosses the end of the noose over one of the branches. He fiddles with the rope, making sure it and the branch will support Fawn’s weight, but Bradley’s attention is drawn back to the girl on the ground. 

As soon as Jake turned his back on her, Fawn began twisting her head until she was able to snag part of her shirt between her teeth. Then she gathered as much of it as she could into her mouth, which caused her shirt to ride up revealing a sliver of the smooth skin of her stomach. This was when Bradley noticed her.

Bradley watches in rapt fascination as she bites down on the cloth as hard as she can and, taking a deep breath, rips her hands from the knives pinning them in place. As the blades slice open from the center of her palms out through the space between two fingers, her back arches in pain and a muffled shriek can be heard past the shirt in her mouth. 

Jake whirls around and sees what happened. “Oh, shit!”

He tries to rush to Fawn and recapture her, but his feet slide out from under him on the damp leaves of the tree he’s standing under and he crashes to the ground. Fawn uses this momentary flub to make her escape. She rolls over, managing to get to her feet without the aid of her ruined hands, and takes off into the woods.

Bradley sees his chance. 

Fawn doesn’t get more than a hundred feet into the trees before Bradley tackles her to the ground. As she realizes what happened and that her valiant, agonizing escape had been in vain, Bradley watches the relief drain from her face and she thrashes against him, sobbing, “No! It’s not fair! I got away.”

“Yeah, you did, baby girl. You did so well,” Bradley nuzzles his face against her cheek, feeling her tears collecting in his mustache. “And I can’t thank you enough for it because now we get to have some fun. So don't break down on me yet. We're just getting started.”

Slowly, he runs his tongue across her skin starting at her collarbone and dragging it up her neck until he flicks it against her chin. Fawn shudders beneath him with a fresh sob, as Bradley’s eyes roll back in his head and his cock throbs painfully hard in his jeans. “Mmm. I can taste the fear oozing out of your pores. I bet you didn’t know it gives your sweat a richer taste, did you? I didn’t either until we started these hunts, but now I crave that flavor almost as much as I crave the kill. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Just then, Jake scrambles through the trees only to come to a skidding halt when he sees Bradley pinning Fawn down, very similarly to how he had her moments before. Bradley looks up at him, shooting his friend the biggest shit-eating grin he can.

Pointing his finger at Bradley, Jake stalks forward. “Uh-uh, not fair, Rooster. She’s mine. I got her first.”

“And you let her go. Which means, according to our rules, she went back up for grabs. And I grabbed her.” Bradley revels in the way Jake's face drops as he realizes just how badly he fucked himself. “But don’t worry, Hangman. You can stay and watch if you want. I plan on making this quite the show.”

Accepting there’s nothing else he can do and that he’s lost, Jake shuffles over to a fallen tree and plops down with a huff, his arms folded across his chest as his eyes stare daggers into Bradley. Unfortunately for him, from now on those are the only daggers he’ll be allowed to use on this hunt.

Bradley had tasted victory many times before, but none had ever felt like this. Not only did he manage to snatch his prey from Jake’s grasp, but he got to steal that last reignited spark of hope from her at the same time.

Turning back to Fawn, he draws his hand up her side until it rests around her throat. Slowly squeezing it until he feels her breath catch beneath his hand, Bradley purrs, “Now, sweetheart, let a real man show you how it’s done.”

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chapter one: who is bob fucking? [x]

DISCONTINUED !

series masterlist next chapter

summary: in which the dagger squad is suspicious of bob floyd having a girlfriend and intend on spying on a date, but really? it’s just his little sister who’s paying him a visit.

chapter cw: profanity, sexual innuendos, phoenix x hangman (i had to lol), nosey ass friends

18+ mdni

for a couple of weeks , bob had been passing on going out with the team. “ah , i’ve already got plans for the night,” and “gonna call it early today,” being only two of the several excuses he had made to get out of hanging out at the hard deck. after about the fourth time of bailing , the group started raising concerns — behind bob’s back.

“maybe he’s realizing he doesn’t wanna hang around hangman anymore. probably tired of the constant harassment,” phoenix suggested , nudging the blonde man with her elbow and a smile.

“nah , he’s probably shaking up with some girl and doesn’t want us to know about it,” fanboy conspired , shaking his head at the prior idea. “payback saw some gir texting him the other day.”

everyone looked at payback , wanting some answers to the several questions they had. when did this happen? what was her name? what did the text say? could you tell if it was his girlfriend? why didn’t you tell us?

phoenix came off the nosiest , not believing that her own friend would keep a secret like this. hangman and coyote couldn’t believe what they were hearing in general — baby on board keeping his hookup a secret! rooster was in some sort of disbelief , but he couldn’t help but be a little proud of bob.

rooster had gotten closer with bob than he expected when he first met the kid. he was always shy and awkward , especially around women. “good for him,” he spoke aloud, “we should leave him be.”

“hold on , we just found out bob’s banging some chick in secret and you want us to not poke around and find out who it is?” hangman laughed , receiving a harsh slap to the back of his head from phoenix.

“yeah,” rooster replied. simple as that. he sipped on his beer , looking at hangman harshly. “respect his privacy. you bother all of us enough.”

“c’mon , rooster!” fanboy cried , pleading with the man, “we at least gotta figure out who it is!”

“they’re going for dinner tomorrow evening,” payback chimed in , not siding too heavily for either choice. he couldn’t care less about snooping around , but it was fun to watch everyone else get all twisted about it all.

phoenix agreed next , throwing out a simple “it’d be nice to at least know where he’s going off to all the time.”

“fine,” rooster gave up. he wouldn’t be able to stop the team from doing what they wanted , so what was the point in arguing. “but we need to come up with a plan that’s not obvious.”

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you were loving san diego so far. with your brother getting stationed there for the foreseen future , you decided visiting for a while would be nice. get a change of scenery , a break from your current life that was in shambles.

just before coming out west , your boyfriend of five years left you out of the blue. he said that ‘there just isn’t a spark anymore’ and that he had met someone else. he admitted to seeing her for months at that point , apologizing for how it all happened but knowing it was ‘for the best’.

to you , it was all a pile of bullshit. you packed all of your things up that night and left. you called your big brother right away , and that’s when all of the tears you held back came rushing out. you both decided it would be nice for you to come out west and spend some time with him before moving back to your parents’ place for awhile. it would give you time to process everything.

since coming out , you’d been living your best life. robbie found you a nice place to rent out for awhile. it was a small airbnb not too far off base. you were by yourself , but most days he came over anyway. you had found it was for the better , that you didn’t spend too much time by yourself at the condo.

you found yourself coming up with things to do throughout the days. there was a small market every tuesday and friday morning down the road that you frequented , a surfing class you picked up , and you even decided to start learning how to paint. even though you had picked up hobbies , when you were by yourself you tended to think back to the real world.

you had no place to live , no boyfriend , and no idea what to do with your life. it didn’t help that your only friend was your brother. you had tried convincing him to bring you around his squad , but robbie was firm on keeping work and personal separate. he didn’t think you’d like the team all that much anyway despite asking him about them all the time.

it was a friday. like usual , you and your brother had dinner plans— a new restaurant every week , trying to hit ever local place before you leave. but , you decided it was finally the time you were going to get him to break. you needed more friends than him. you were were starting to feel guilty. like you were keeping him from his life. what better way to start meeting people than , well , meeting people?

you arrive to the restaurant a little after your brother did. he already grabbed you a table , so you headed inside to find him. “robbie! this place is so cute!” you gasped , hugging him quickly before sitting down.

“eh— thought you’d like it , y’know? the menu looks good too,” he smiled coyly , picking his back up to scan again.

“great , i’m starving!” you groaned , settling in for dinner.

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“holy shit! baby on board bagged her?” hangman howled , watching you from the packed car he , rooster , phoenix , fanboy , coyote , and Payback managed to fit themselves in to stakeout the restaurant. their heads all turned as they watched you walk to meet up with bob. objectively , you were beautiful.

payback and fanboy high fived in congratulations to bob. he did good. “okay let’s go in!” payback suggested , reaching for the door handle.

rooster quickly slapped his hand away. “knock it off!”

“yeah , we found out he’s seeing a girl. maybe we shouldn’t crash their date?” phoenix cringed from the front seat. god , bob would be so embarrassed if —

“i’m going!” coyote laughed , opening a door , subsequently causing fanboy and rooster to fall out after him.

they all grumbled , phoenix shouting at them while payback and hangman jump out too. “c’mon , hot stuff! we’re crashing!” hangman smiled , opening her side’s door to let her out.

“jacob , this isn’t nice!” she huffed , trudging behind the guys with rooster at her side.

they entered the building , not even bothering to try and hide the fact they were crashing bob’s date. thankfully , the group was coming up behind you , and he got a look before you did.

“you have to be kidding me right now,” bob whined , interrupting you talking about one of the items on the menu.

“what , bobby?” you question , scrunching your nose up at his words. you see his eyes looking past you , so you turn in your chair. a group of people were walking your way , but you didn’t think anything of it and look at your brother again. “robert?”

“well , well , well. what do we have here?” a new voice cuts in as the group you saw stopped at your table. you looked up in confusion , seeing so many grins and smirks throughout their faces. the tall blonde in front was speaking, “who’s this lovely young lady , bob?”

your eyebrows furrowed , looking between your brother and the strangers. “bobby , do you know these people?”

“y/n , this is my team,” bob groaned , hating the moment happening right now, “what are you guys doing here?” he was clearly frustrated with the situation , but the moment you found out who everyone was , you were beyond excited. you didn’t even end up needing to ask bob about it again yourself. you got what you wanted without even trying to! it’s like the earth knew your plan of begging bob to introduce you to his friends for the hundredth time and decided to reward you with this.

“hi , guys! i’ve heard so much about you!” you beamed , waving at the group and rotating to face them better, “i was going to ask bobby when i was going to meet you all again tonight!” they all waved back politely with matching smiles.

“really? cause we haven’t heard anything ‘bout you! we had to stalk baby on board today to even get a glance!” a man laughed , not meaning for it to sound so brash.

you knew your brother didn’t talk about you to the team , so you didn’t see any harm in the comment. “yeah! he doesn’t like to brag about me too much,” you laughed it off.

“how long ya been dating our boy here for?” payback asked , excited to get some answers after knowing this partial secret by himself.

you audibly gagged , clutching your chest in protection of yourself in a way while bobby groaned , letting his head fall back. “oh , my goodness! ew , ew , ew , ew! no , no! that’s — no , that’s disgusting!” you rushed out , laughing in revulsion.

bobby cursed under his breath and took a deep breath. “this is my little sister , you guys.” god , help him get out of this.

his team all grumbled in confusion , clearly thinking you and him were on a date. “so you two aren’t secretly dating?” one of the men spoke up , pointing between you.

“and you haven’t been hiding your lover from us?” another asked bobby.

“i’m so confused!” the one woman guffawed.

“no!” you scoffed , looking at your brother across the table in disgust, “i’m in town visiting him , and he doesn’t want to mix work life and home life , so he’s been refusing to let me meet you all,” you explained.

“my plan was doing just fine until now,” bob grunted , crossing his arms. he knew his team. he knew the men were boys , and he didn’t want his sister getting anywhere near them. “thanks a lot.”

ooooh! first floyd!reader chapter:) pls lmk if u like it <3

[danrishy-ava]

Some more AvA/M designs

Creator and Creations

Victim 'Vic' (fanon)

Not included in any of my AUs/projects(yet)

Alan 'TA' (The Animator)

Creator

Rarely ever uses stick form

Has some abilities as stick

Cursor is his weapon

I wanna give Alan name aka TSC, but I can't find fitting third word for 'The Animator'

Shimer 'Hangman'

Just kid. Younger than CG

Orange named him

Has troubles breathing

Stayed on Alan's PC for some time. Now lives in StickCity

StickCity residents

Ash 'Freedom Guy'

28 years old(around it)

Leads large center that helps created StickFigures to get in the stick society

Spying on Rocket Corporation

Maroon 'CornDog guy'

Just chill guy

Usually works at the local restaurant. Sometimes holds the corndog shop

Rocket Corporation uniform

A few options. Basic, for active researches, formal

Allowed to be styled slightly

Must tie your hair up or cut it short

The corp symbol is required

Violations of dress code can lead to you being fired

Skirts are allowed with some length restrictions

[theglowafterdark]

To every single booker in the AEW (and I know that you check us on tumblr): don't you dare to stop this at All Out. You're teasing us for months and after the most dramatic segment in the history of Dynamite, this cannot gonna end like this. #Strickpage: they will end togheter or they will die togheter. But we are not mentally ready for an actual end in 10 days. Please.

wiparoonie

[purelyfiction]

evil be gone. - a jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader spy au

coming soon...