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PASTA I saw a post that TRT is the longest running Matt Murdock fic, congratulations!!!! I was wondering, if you had to split it up into different books like a full series, do you have an idea of which chapters would end/start a new book?

Thank you so, so much anon! Definitely never planned to have the longest one, I'm still regularly like ??? about it, but now I kinda also wanna see if I can get up to over a mill words. BUCKLE UP EVERYONE.

Anyway, this is how I'd break down the chapters into books! I have no idea if the word count is consistent like this so some may be longer than others (obvs Book 1 is prob longest), but if it's broken down like this, each book ends at a natural pause point, breather, or completion of some arc (Book One ending at them getting together, for example), and each new book begins a new little arc or a new stage of their relationship/plot.

Book One: Chapters 1-43 Book Two: Chapters 44-73 Book Three: Chapters 74-105 Book Four: Chapters 106->📍You Are Here

Let's turn and burn

Prequel to Head in the clouds.

What do you guys think?

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Nick Bradshaw has been your friend for years. When he gets into the academy, it just makes sense to go and visit him. That visit changes your life forever. From that very first meeting with Tom Kazansky, your life becomes and unforgettable adventure.

However, you didn't realise just how hard it would be, and make a decision that changes everything. It's a decision that really makes Iceman live up to his name.

Thank you Boa for sending these to me BLESS, apparently maybe Rick also had a cameo (he was on set sooooo) but it got cut like Viper’s

REAL TALK VIPER AGED LIKE NOTHING. 💀 He basically just dyed his hair white and that’s it NDBDHSBD

Also hhhhh CAN WE TALK MORE ABOUT RICK AND VAL, THEIR HEAD SMOOSH TOGETHER AND VAL RLLY JUST *hand on chest* I want to be Val.

… wait I realized Viper outlived Ice. 😐 this was so fun to see these until I realized he outlived one of his students bro DAMN THAT HIT, grasping for deleted scenes rn

A few weeks ago I caved and bought Minecraft for my switch, and it has been the best decision I've made all year. Now I present to you, my collection of 16 cats, all named after Top Gun characters, because that is how bad my Top Gun brain rot is.

First up we have Iceman, he was the first cat I tamed after spawning outside a village and kicking out the local librarian for his house. It took me ages to get a name tag for him but he has always been iceman in spirit.

Maverick of course is next, this isn't the original Maverick, the original has since been renamed Merlin for reasons I will explain if and when I ever get to the end of this shitpost. I'm not sorry. Nevertheless, this Maverick looks much more like him than my original Maverick.

Goose was the second cat I tamed, also from the same village as Iceman. There was no reasoning behind naming this one Goose beyond needing a Goose and having a specific cat in mind to name Maverick.

This is Carole, Goose's beloved wife. She's named Carole because I had a need to reunite her with Goose, and because she's a Calico cat, so it would be very unlikely that it would have been a male cat. Carole now fills my token female cat spot until I take another and call her Phoenix.

This is Rooster, the spitting image of Iceman due to a breeding mishap (I forgot that fish make them breed so I was running around feeding them all like a doting top gun cat mum and iceman and maverick were just a bit too close) however Rooster is every bit Maverick and Iceman's son as he is Goose and Carole's.

Hangman was also the result of an accidental breeding with Maverick and Iceman once again. I stopped feeding them at the same time after that. However, Hangman does have the personality similar to that of Maverick's so I think he makes a fine addition to my weird accidentally bred family.

This is Slider, again I needed a cat to fill his role and this is a cat that I tamed very early on after killing a witch. However, when I was running back the 1000s of blocks to my home I lost him somewhere along the way and could not find him. I gave up and stumbled across him last week while transporting four dogs that I had tamed in the forest.

Viper and Jester are my two most recent additions, I was running out of names to call my cats and remembered these two after reading an icemav fanfic this morning.

Merlin was the original Maverick, however I renamed him Merlin for two reasons; one being that the cat that is now named Maverick looks a lot more like Maverick than this one, and secondly because this is another cat that I stole off a witch and Merlin seems a very fitting name for a magic cat.

I have 6 more cats to introduce in another post because curse Tumblr and it's 10 picture limit

Continuing on with the remaining 6 cats I have subjected to my Top Gun brain rot

Starting off with Bob, I named this one Bob because he's a Persian cat and his little face just reminds me of Bob's face, but in a good way. He's very sweet and deserves the world.

Hondo is next because I have a massive soft spot for Hondo and his friendship with Mav.

Wolfman was named wolfman because of his coat colour, it reminds me very much of wolves and I was also thinking about Remus Lupin at the time of naming him, a very odd connection but it makes sense in my broken brain. Hollywood was named that because I was running out of cat breeds and couldn't leave wolfman without Hollywood.

Finally we have Cougar and Sundown. Sundown was named because his coat colour is very bright and reminded me of sunsets. Cougar was the last one I named because I was desperately racking my brain for another name and I remembered his first.

That concludes this shitpost about my Minecraft top gun cats, I built a massive mansion just so I could house them all adequately.

Goose: *slams books down in front of Slider* 

Goose: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night. 

Slider: You could have said literally anything else. 

Goose: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble. 

Slider: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

Real Men Wear Tiaras || Iceman

summary: Olivia desires to hold a tea party with Iceman turning into the Ice Queen. It's fingernail painting, pink fluffy boas, and glittery tiaras for this fighter pilot. Tom will do anything to make sure his baby girl is happy.

pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Wife!Reader

✧ Iceman masterlist || My Library

Olivia, the bright and bubbly little girl who had pretty blonde hair and crystal blue orbs, peered up at her daddy who was seated behind his desk, looking over a last-minute report an admiral sent over to him. With a doll in one hand, and a hot pink boa in the other, the four-year-old waited patiently. 

Through his reading glasses, Ice could feel the stare of his baby. You and Iceman’s son, Riley, were out with a couple of your friends for a playdate with the boys, leaving Olivia at home with her father. 

“Yes, Angel?” Ice finally peels his eyes off the screen of his computer.

Olivia giggles to herself. Holding her boa and doll, she blinks. Long eyelashes fan along her sweet little cheeks, a light dusty shade of pink covering her skin from how hard she was running earlier. 

“Can we have a tea party?” She asks him in the cutest voice. Ice feels his heart tighten, knowing that voice and those big blue eyes would do him in. Peeling his glasses off his eyes, he contemplates his daughter. Picking her up, he plucks at the pink boa. 

“Just us? Or is Rosie, Snow White, and Maggie joining us?” He questions, referencing her three favorite dolls, one of which was Rosie, a blonde Barbie who was in her hands currently. 

“All of us!” Olivia proclaims. “This is for you, daddy,” She puts the boa around his neck. Ice folds his neck at the light tickling, shaking his head. 

“Alright, then. Let’s go have a tea party.” Ice declares, turning his computer off. Olivia shrieks with excitement, scrambling to get out of Ice’s lap. 

“I have to go find your tiara!” She squeals.

“My what?” Tom jerks his head up, but it was too late. Olivia was much faster, her legs pushing her toward her bedroom. She had a tea set that Tom’s mother gifted her for Christmas, and it was one that she swore by. Every tea party whether it was with you, Ice, or both of you, included this tea set. 

Ice sighs to himself, moving into the kitchen to make actual tea. Olivia preferred the real thing. It was easy when she was two to make her believe that water served as tea, but now that she was four, somehow she grew much wiser. After Ice fixes it and lets it cool, he looks to see Olivia rushing forward with the teapot.

“Here, daddy!” She says, handing it to him.

“Thank you, baby,” Ice responds, taking the teapot from her. He fills it up and soon, he’s being whisked to her bedroom where her table was. She decorated it with some toys and set her dolls Snow White, Rosie, and Maggie in their chairs, leaving two spots open.

“Maggie, Rosie, and Snow White – The Ice Queen is here!” Olivia announces, holding her sparkly tiara. Tom’s eyes double in size. She was seriously going to make him wear it. She marches over, humming loudly as she sets the tiara atop her father’s head. 

“I dub thee Ice Queen Ka… Ka… Katanzsy!” She implodes. She still had a hard time pronouncing her last name. 

Ice smiles. “Repeat after me, baby… Ka,”

“Ka,” 

“Zan,” 

“Zan!” 

“Sky,” 

“SKY!” 

Ice grins. 

“That’s it, Angel! Kazansky.” 

Olivia grins. “KATANZSY!” 

Ice exhales with a laugh. “You’ll get it,” He kisses her head. 

As he pours the tea into the tiny cups, Olivia giggles. “Pinkies out, daddy!” She reminds him. Tom smirks, sticking his pinky out as they share some tea. Olivia is babbling onto her dolls, telling them that they must respect Iceman because he was their Ice Queen. 

Iceman couldn’t help but wonder. If his little girl became a naval aviator like him, would she dub the nickname Ice? Would he lead a legacy that she could carry on? 

It makes a lump form in his throat at the mention. As the tea party comes to an end, Olivia smiles. “Daddy, will you paint my nails, please?” She asks him.

How could he say no? He’d give this baby girl anything she wanted. He’d hand the world to her on a silver platter if it meant he would see that darling smile. Soon the father-daughter duo is on the floor with paper towels spread around. Iceman is holding a deep concentration on the tiny nails of Olivia, coloring them a hot pink. She loved anything hot pink.

And he did so while still wearing the glittery tiara and pink boa. After he successfully painted Olivia’s fingernails, she erupted with giggles.

“Your turn!” She exclaims, taking the cap to the nail polish. Iceman rolls his eyes with a laugh, knowing he should’ve seen this coming. So, without giving her any lip, he puts his fingers in front of her. One by one with a deep concentration that matched his face earlier, Olivia did a rather good job of painting his nails. 

Iceman holds them up for his daughter to examine. “Well? Are these nails fit for the Ice Queen?” he questions with a smile. 

Olivia nods her head. She puts her fingertips on his.

“We match!” She squeals, throwing her arms around his neck. Tom feels himself begin to melt. He loved this baby so much. 

When you arrived with a sleeping Riley on your shoulder, you were greeted by the sight of Ice donning his tiara, pink boa, and bright nails. 

“Well, it seems you two had fun,” You say, putting your keys in the bowl. Ice grins, nodding his head.

“We did.” 

The very next day, Ice went to work as usual. And when he walked in, Slider and Hollywood were the first to notice the pilot’s rather blinding choice of nail color.

“Whoa, Iceman. You got somethin’ to tell us?” Slider laughs.

Maverick walks around the corner to see the commotion. 

“Olivia got you, too?” He asks with a slight gulp. 

Ice’s eyebrows knit together. “What happened?” 

Slowly, Maverick holds up his own hands, but his fingernails were blue and pink.

“Maddie Mitchell,” He announces.

The two pilots smiled widely, Hollywood and Slider glancing between them.

“So, that’s what it’s like to have daughters?” Slider asks.

Iceman chuckles.

“We do anything to make those girls happy. Right, Maverick?” 

Maverick nods.

“Anything,” He agrees. 

Iceman and Maverick would wear their nail polish with pride.

icemav doodle..

Head in the clouds

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Reader

Multi chapter story coming soon

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Reader has known Goose and Maverick for years. Along with Carole, they’ve all been such a close knit group, and Maverick’s family. When family get to go to fly over and see their loved ones in Top Gun, reader attends with Carole and Bradley. What was suppose to be a nice time together ends up bringing up the past. A certain someone reader hasn’t seen in years enters their life again. Turns out, letting go isn’t that easy. He hasn’t forgotten either.

Reader has to make their own choices. It was too much before, and maybe it still is. It’s hard to tell when the heart is aching for him.

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Please let me know if you want to be tagged in this story when the time comes.

I looooove going the speed limit. the people behind me sure don't tho

Mav with his big family~ lil babysitting the top gun 2 kiddos! Anddd Rooster played baseball,,, yes? Mav being there for his sports would be :( 💚💚💚💚 proud fruncle (father-uncle HAHA)

That Lovin’ Feelin’

PAIRING: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Pilot!Reader

REQUESTED: Yes!

SUMMARY: When a bet leads Goose to hit on a pretty little thing at the bar, he couldn’t have imagined that she would be Bellatrix — the infamous ace with a master’s in astrophysics, and his instructor at Top Gun.

CHARACTERS: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Jester” Heatherly.

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

WARNINGS: Some suggestiveness, but nothing beyond normal Top Gun behavior. Inappropriate language. Goose just wants a girl who talks dirty. Me using every opportunity to call Maverick small. A mention of fraternization.

A/N: To the one who requested this, thank you so much, I must admit I was giggling and kicking my feet writing this, this is my level of love for this man. The callsign “Bellatrix” is because of the star since she is an astrophysicist, and the name means warrior.

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End of the World

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It's no secret that Iceman travels a lot, it takes its toll on both of you really. So when he is home, he spends every second of time he can with you, because he never knows when or for how long he will shipped out again for.

You two are laying in bed on a lazy Sunday morning. The breeze making the curtains flutter and the sunlight making it all look like a dream.

When Tom makes a move to get up, you're a bit confused. He offers his hand to you, with a boyish grin.

"where are we going?" you ask him, as he pulls you up close.

"honey with you, I'd go to the end of the world" You can't help but laugh, shaking your head at the pilot. If his team could see him being this soft and cheesy with you there would be no way they'd refer to him as iceman anymore.

At some point you check the mail, seeing a letter that looks very official for Tom. You swallow hard because you know by now that this means he will be leaving again. You don't expect his next words.

"honey come with me." You are taken by surprise at that, you and Tom weren't married, so you'd never gone with him anywhere.

"I-what" and he laughs at your surprised face.

"I'm tired of being away from home, and home is wherever you are, so come with me" and who could say no to that, especially to a man that you'd go to the ends of the world for.

MATT IN THE SHE-HULK TRAILER

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OMG! Val said this in an interview in 2005! I need a minute!!!!

favorite things:             val kilmer + flipping things over his fingers

real genius (1984) top gun (1986) the doors (1991) tombstone (1993)

Grab myself a pilot

Gender Neutral Reader

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Reader

You hit the bar just out of curiosity, not expecting to actually talk to any of the pilots. However, one of them has his sights set on you, and he’s not going to let go easily.

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You went mainly for the sake of going. The bar was known for being a prime location of Naval aviators. You and your friends always teased that you would each go and get yourself a pilot for a night, but never actually went ahead with it. Tonight you wanted to go and just look. You just wanted to see the place for yourself.

So, here you are, sitting alone at the bar, drink in hand and eyes on the crowds. Every other person in here was in uniform, so there were most definitely pilots in the room. Nothing to stop you from getting one for yourself for the evening, but you chose not to.

Wouldn’t matter anyway, as after taking a small sip of your drink, someone comes up beside you. You glance up, wondering if you needed to move, but the man seemed content with leaning against the bar.

“Hey, I’m here to rescue you.”

You instantly stop in place, brows pulled together as you try to decipher what that was suppose to mean.

“Rescue me?”

The man in front of you was one of the pilots. Tall, aviator glassed hanging from his shirt.

“Call me Goose, and yes. Ice has his sights set on you and we thought we would swoop in before he could.”

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Someone made a mash-up of the volleyball scene from Top Gun and the beach scene from Top Gun: Maverick and there’s a moment where it almost looks like Goose is looking back at Rooster and I just…

Attention everyone

Val Kilmer's little nose scrunch whenever Iceman is genuinely happy.

As you were.

MITCHELL | Jake Seresin

Masterlist

Intro prologue chapter two

Chapter one; Our eyes meet

Maverick sat down on the barstool with his daughter following him, Her following him around brought him back to the old times when she didn't want to be separated from him when she was a little girl.

"How was the mach nine?" She asked as they enters the Hard Deck.

"Oh I blow it." He said beaming.

"Im sorry what?" Y/n ask him not believing her ears, questioning herself did she get it right. He nods with his eyes on his phone talking to Iceman.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." A voice said. The Mitchell's lift their head to see Penny Benjamin.

"Pete." Penny said with a smile.

"Penny?" Maverick says leaning in to the bar, not believing his eyes. He went ballistic with Penny Benjamin when he was younger. After her mother passed away he starts to learn to move on, he met Penny again got into trouble got deployed somewhere else by the Admiral.

"Heya Pen."

"What are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same thing." Y/n watch the adults interact with a glint of curiosity, they were being suspicious. Like they are still attracted to each other. The two practically stared into each other's souls.

"Please for the sake of my sanity stop eye fucking each other." Her words made them broke their stare, a innocent smile forming to her face. "Penny, can I have a Soda?"

Penny nods then asked what's her dad doing here, he starts to tell her how this is his last post. Penny did not believe him.

"Come on Pete, you've been saying that as long as I known you. You said that after you take me to a joy ride in a F-18 and the next thing I know you're off to Bosnia. Then Iraq, both times. You've got yourself in trouble and Iceman makes a call." Penny said giving Maverick a beer and her Soda. "And you're back into the air."

"Penny..." Maverick starts.

"Too late." Penny interrupt, "You're about to ask me what time I get off."

Maverick shakes his head with a smile, "Don't give me that look" she said making Y/n snorts, she's aware that her dad's smile is cocky and pretty sure he doesn't have any look other than that.

"I'm not giving you any look, I swear."

"You know how it always ends for us," Penny eyed him.

Y/n eyes watched him leans to the counter with a smile, "You look good." He said to Penny, Penny takes a step back and rings the bell causing people to cheer at the sound.

"Much appreciated pal." A Navy said patting her dad's shoulder.

"What am I missing here?" Maverick asked Penny and Y/n.

Penny step aside to reveal the plate behind her, guess he didn't see it because he was too busy lost in Penny's eyes. 'Disrespect a lady, the Navy, or put your cell phone on my bar you buy a round.' Maverick turned to face his daughter, "You knew about this?"

"The plate is right infront of you, you would have known it if you weren't too focused on Penny."

He rolled his eyes, he looks around there was a lot of people "For everyone?"

"I'm afraid rules are rules, sir." Y/n said in a military tone.

"You're lucky it's early." Penny continues.

Y/n takes her glass into her hand with her eyes scanning the room, her eyes meet another pair of eyes.

Jake Seresin suddenly feels the room turned quiet when his eyes laid on the h/c. As if everything in this room faded away, everything felt so slow. Y/n send him a small smile and look away embarrassed that she got caught looking at someone.

He snapped out of it when he saw a familiar face causing him to smirk, "Look what do we have here, Phoenix." He walks closer to Phoenix, "And here I thought we were special, Coyote." He added.

"Fellas this here is bagman." Phoenix introduced to the guys behind her.

"Hangman." He corrected with a forced smile.

"Whatever, you are looking at the naval aviator that have duty to kill."

"Stop." Jake joked.

"Mind you the guy was in museum piece from a Korean war," Phoenix finished.

"Cold War." Coyote said.

"Different war same century." A guy from behind Phoenix stated.

"Who are your friends?" Coyote asked.

"Payback." Reuben Fitch said.

"Fanboy." Mickey Garcia says with a nod.

Phoenix nod her head beside her, "Who's he?" A guy with a glasses patting away the crumbs from his uniform.

"When did you get in?"

"Oh I've been here the whole time." He replied with a sweet smile.

"The man a stealth pilot." Coyote joked.

"Weapons system actually." He answered not getting the joke.

"With no sense of humor." Jake nods. He keeps stealing glanced to the barstool, watching her having a conversation with an older guy beside her. He felt his heart pumped faster when he hears her laugh at the man words beside her.

"You need a drink? I'll get it." Jake push the cue to Phoenix.

Phoenix was little shocked that was new of him. She turn back to the guy asking questions.

"What do they call you?"

"Bob." He answered.

"No, your call sign." Payback asked.

"Uh Bob."

"Bob Floyd? You're my new back seater?" Phoenix asked him, "From lemoore?" She asked.

"Looks like it, yeah." Bob replied.

Fanboy perked up remembering that he was assigned as a back seater to someone who have Ciel as their call sign, "Do any of you know Ciel? I was assigned as their back seater."

Phoenix jaw dropped "Ciel? Lucky you, Ciel's back seater quit being a naval aviator, said he doesn't want his wife to be a widow any time sooner." She quickly looks around for her friend.

Her eyes twinkles when she found Ciel or her civilians name Y/n Mitchell, sitting on the barstool with a older guy that she did not know that happens to her old man. Phoenix was about to call her but shut her mouth when Y/n put her index finger on her lips which Phoenix nods at.

"Penny my dear," He near the barstool making sure to make yet another eye contact with the h/c woman. "All four more on the old timer."

Y/n noticed the guy is slowly approaching her, she look at her glass of Soda pretending to not know he's not going to talk to her.

"I'm Hangman." He reached his hand out to her.

She decided to play the guy's ego, she shook his hand "Well that's unfortunate." Y/n said pretending to not know its a call sign making Maverick smirk at her words.

"No, it's my call sign." He said.

"Call sign? Oh you're a pilot" Y/n send him a awed face, she fake gasp not that he knows. Pretending to not like her dad did not briefed her about pilots introducing themselves with their call sign but for the sake of having fun.

"That's right, a naval aviator." He respond proudly. She cleared her throat, "I'm Y/n Mitchell." She said with a smile.

"Jake seresin." He plastered a smirk on his face making her bashfully look away from his gaze.

"Here you go." Penny interrupt giving the Ken doll look alike his beers.

"It was nice talking to you, Hangman" Y/n flash him a smile.

"Thank you, much appreciated pops" Jake said to nodding to Maverick and send Y/n a flirtatious wink causing her to giggle.

Penny turns to Maverick with a knowing smile.

"Bradshaw! is that you?" Phoenix voice called out.

Y/n turned her head to the entrance, there he is. Almighty Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. Her childhood bestfriend. She looks at her dad with a toothy grin but turned into sad smile when she saw him turn his head avoiding to be seen by his godson, the Mitchell man pulled out the young Bradshaw papers, set Bradley's career back four years.

She chuckled when she saw Phoenix hit him in the gut with the cue. She watched Jake talk with Bradley, to be honest its more like joking around but in a weird way.

Phoenix leans to his shoulder "I heard Ciel's coming in this mission."

"Ciel? Already?" More aviators starts to enter the hard deck with the evening rush, Fanboy was looking at them.

"The hell kind a mission is this?"

"That's not what we're supposed to be asking," Phoenix continued "Everyone here is the best there is, who the hell are they going to teach us?"

"Any of them is Ciel?" Fanboy ask Phoenix.

"Nope," Phoenix dragged the p. "Ciel just finished her last mission, from what I heard she shot down 5 of the enemy fighter jets."

Everyone jaw hanged, 5 of enemy fighter jets? That's higher than Jake "Hangman" Seresin.

Back to the main character, Y/n tapped her father on the shoulder whispering she's going to the restroom. As she walk she felt someone eyes behind her head.

Entering the restroom she turn the water on to wash her hands as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The door swung open and in walk the guy she talked before on the bar.

"This the ladies restroom, the gentleman is across from this one." Y/n told him looking at him from the mirror.

"Oh I'm not looking for the restroom," He said.

Y/n 'oh'ed at his words, She turned around leaning her back at the counter with her arms crossed, "So what did you wanna do, just drop right down on the tile and go for it?" She asked him tapping the ground with her shoe as he approached.

Jake put his hands on the counter pressing them hard, checking if it can hold someone on it, "No, I had the counter in mind." He said looking at her.

Y/n reach her arm for the tissue, "Great, that would be very, very comfortable yeah."

"It could be unless you prefer standing instead." He says with a smirk leaning on his hand on the counter making her shaking her head at him while she wipes her hands.

"Actually, I came in here to save you from making a big mistake with that older guy." Jake said kissing his teeth.

"Really? So I could go on to a bigger one with a young guy like yourself?" She throw the tissue away looking back at Jake whom she think is fun to messed with.

"Maybe?" He tilt his head while he raises his eyebrow.

She pushed herself from the counter "I've gotta be at work very early in the morning." She send him a tight lipped smile. He shrugs with a smug look, he catch her arm.

"Wait," he pulled her hand to his chest, she raise one eyebrow "I have a friend and he's waiting outside. Wanna fool him?" He asked.

"Aw, what's in it for me?" She tilt her head with her chin high.

"You'll have fun with a guy like me," he says shaking her hand.

"Still don't know what's in it for me."

"I'll buy you a drink next time we see each other," He said with a wink.

"What makes you think we'll see each other next time?" She asked.

"Hey you'll never know, you might miss me." He grinned, leaning down to her face and brush some stray hair out of her face.

"Fine," She rolled her eyes.

They both walked out from the restroom, her eyes scanning through the crowd. "So which one is your friend that we're gonna fool?"

"That one, see that guy staring at his beer?" Jake whispers into her ear and pointed at guy.

"He looks like he's staring at his lover." Y/n commented making him grin at her words.

She was about to walk towards the guy but Jake grabbed her wrist, he turns her head towards him.

"Just need to do this," he wipe her lower lip, wiping her lipstick. Her heart feels like it's going to burst. "Now when you walk to him, apply your lipstick again so he'll believe it."

"Wow, You're full of surprises." She said, stepping away and start to walk to Coyote with her lipstick in her hand.

"Your friend was magnificent" she said as she reapplying her lipstick, he looks up from his beer watching her figure walking away. Jake stood beside him with a smug smirk.

"Nah, that can't be."

She take her sit back next to her dad who stares at her with a slight scolding eyes, she raise her hands "What? I didn't do anything, beside it was fun messing with him."

"Let's go, I'll drive you home, where are you staying?" Maverick asked.

"At Penny's. She offered a place for me to stay as soon she knows I'm in town."

Penny walks to the Mitchell with a card in her hand, she slide the card to Maverick "It's been declined." He take out his wallet for the cash.

"That wouldn't cover it." Penny hands him the check, he cannot believe the bill she had gave him.

"I'll come back tomorrow bringing the cash" Maverick responded. Penny walks to the bell holding the rope, "I'm afraid rules are rules Pete." She rings the bell once again, the crowd cheers and start chanting "Hoverboard."

"Really?" Maverick said to Penny. Who smiles innocently at him.

"You've should use my money," She sighed as Jake and two other guy walks behind her dad, Jake winked at Y/n. He placed a hand on the older man's shoulder and nods at Coyote before lifting him from the ground.

"It's great to see you Pete!" Penny yelled.

"I'll see you later, Do you want me to cook dinner?" Y/n said gathering her stuff.

"Great, I'll see you at home. Tell Amelia that I'll be home soon." Penny beamed, to Penny, Y/n feels like another daughter of her. She gives out a good advices, she showed up at her highschool graduation.

"See ya later." She waved bye at Penng on her way she heard someone playing the piano, causing her stop in mid tracks. He was playing their favourite song when they were little.

She look towards the piano to see her brother figure playing, Bradley who felt he was being watched glanced to his shoulder to his sister figure waving at him. She make a phone like on her hand mouthing call me before leaving the Hard Deck.

Y/n walks out to find her dad staring inside the Hard deck listening to the crowd singing along with Bradley who's playing Great Balls of Fire. He was quiet and looked pale.

"Dad, are you okay?" She asked him.

"No it's okay sweetie, I'm fine. Come on let's go home." Maverick said pulling her into a side hug.

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I've spend a day for this chapter, I want to write at least one chapter for this book.

Word count: 2.5K

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Pairing: Billy Butcher x reader 

Summary:  Maybe stealing ten grand from a psycho with a hatred for people like you wasn’t the best idea.

Warnings: Language and violence

Status: Complete

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TFOTA Spin-off Duology (?)

Holly Black's Goodreads has a new book listed called 'The Stolen Heir' which is set to release on January 3rd 2023...

Which means this duology is probably set after a time leap. Meaning judecardan have been together, married and ruling for years.

NEW ELFHAME DUOLOGY? JUDECARDAN CRUMBS? JUDECARDAN PROBABLY AS PARENTS? DADDY CARDAN IS COMING

*screams into the void*

I would like to imagine oscar isaac's triple frontier movie is marc's mercenary look and life before khonshu and becoming moon knight

I mean, im not the only one right ?????

Purple Tulips

Word Count: 2647 | No context warnings other than fluff | Guys this fic is actually beta'd! My work won't suck as much now lmao ⁂

Love, and even more so in marriage, was complicated. 

You had witnessed countless divorces and separations around you, from family friends to your own parents. From a young age, you had sworn you wouldn’t end up like them. You’d have a happy marriage and be one of those couples that would have their 70th anniversary announced on the news like some sort of prestigious award. High school came with summer flings and off again- on again boyfriends, almost to the point where you thought it was your fault. Something was wrong with you. Still, you were determined to make every relationship work. College came with serious relationships that fizzled out with stress and time, experimenting with various genders and sexualities, dramatic announcements on facebook stating that you had ‘sworn off dating and would remain single for the rest of your life’. 

And then you met Marc.

Marc was one of the sweetest, kindest men you had met. He went the extra mile to go out of his way to show you how much he cared about you. An added bonus was how incredibly handsome he was, so naturally, you fell for him. You fell hard for him. A year of dating and suddenly you were engaged and married to him. Every hope and fear of relationships you had once had were out in the open and on the table, shared with him and confided in him. Both of you were determined to make it work. He had passion and adventure coursing through his veins. 

Then he disappeared. He came back eventually, changed, but still alive. He was tenser, snappier, more stressed than normal. Suddenly, the picture perfect marriage you had for a little while didn’t seem so perfect. Suddenly, you could see your worst nightmare coming true- a failed marriage. Just another statistic. Marc was colder than before, shaking off your touches and keeping himself distant. For a while, it worked; it was painful and heartbreaking, but it worked. 

And then you met Steven. 

Which was odd. The whole situation was odd and delicate, even after all this time. It was still Marc, but it wasn’t. At first you thought he was joking, maybe Marc had snapped and this was his way of coping; after a while, you couldn’t think like that anymore.

 In fact, you even grew to like Steven. Where Marc had turned sour and prickly, Steven was caring and gentle, nervous and unsure. It was refreshing, even a little thrilling. Being around Steven brought up the feelings of being newly married to Marc, the same love and care seeping through the air. It also brought heartache, knowing full well that it was just too complicated and confusing to really act on the feelings you had deep in your heart. No matter what happened, however, you still loved both Marc and Steven. 

A therapist had once told you to take every morning slowly. Assess the situation and take it one stride at a time. Which, that morning, you were. It was no different to any other morning, the smells of fresh bacon cooking on the stove, hashbrowns heating up in the oven, and fresh coffee brewing filling the air. Work would start in an hour, but you gave yourself enough time to ease yourself into the day. 

“Mornin’” A voice, thick with a posh British accent, made you jump, a strip of bacon nearly flying out of the pan as he scared you mid- flip. Steven’s voice was normally very comforting (if a little goofy upon first hearing it); however, it was still unnerving to hear at times. Every morning went like this, it seemed: a good morning to tell you who was fronting that day. 

“Oh, Good morning, Steven.” You replied, watching Steven out of the corner of your eye as you tended to the bacon. He moved to make himself a cup of tea, a small smile curling up at the corner of your lips. Marc would never make himself tea, but Steven loved the stuff. It was one of the first signs you really knew that Marc wasn’t playing with you. 

“Sleep well then, yeah?” He asked, dunking his tea bag in and out of the boiling water. You both slept in the same bed, but Steven wouldn’t know how last night went. You fished the bacon out of the pan, setting it on a paper towel before cracking some eggs to cook. Steven had fetched a bowl of cereal out, content with his sugary breakfast foods. Marc hardly ever ate breakfast.

“Yeah I did, did you…I mean.. How long have you been,” You paused. How do you ask someone how long they’ve been hidden away for? “Asleep?” 

Steven chewed his food for a second, thinking. “What day is it?” 

“Saturday.” 

“Ah,” He beamed, as if this answer was good. “Only a few days then, the last I remember was Thursday.” You grinned, putting a lid over the eggs to let them cook. The kitchen was filled with just the sounds of eggs popping and Steven chewing. Your thoughts for the day overtook you for a moment, a list of stuff you’d need to do at work playing in your head. You didn’t know what to say to him. Everything was still working out for the three of you, still in the awkward phases. 

“What’s your favourite flower?” Steven asked suddenly, setting his bowl on the kitchen table and bringing the mug of tea to his lips. Surprised, you wracked your brain- not expecting to talk much to him. In all honesty, you had expected Marc’s gruff morning voice to greet you. 

“Why?” You didn’t mean to sound like you were accusing, but the question took you off guard. Steven did a nervous little shrug, setting his tea down. 

“Dunno..just feel like.. We know nothing ‘bout each other, despite everything. Start with the basic questions. What’s your favourite flower, favourite colour, ya know?” He paused, watching you. “It’s a dumb question…I’m-I’m sor-” 

“Tulips. And purple.” You said, cutting him off. The memory of the flower in question and its significance flooded every inch of your body, sparking every nerve ending in the process. It was almost like you could smell that day, the aisle covered in tulip petals and lilac bouquets. You could feel the white silk dress beneath your fingers…and then suddenly you could smell eggs cooking and coffee finishing brewing. 

Steven looked curious, as if he knew you had a whole drawn out answer, but was too scared to ask what it was. He put his empty cereal bowl in the sink before slowly sitting down at the kitchen table, his long fingers trailing the handle of the tea mug. 

“W-why? Can I ask why?” His voice was soft and delicate. Gods, you just melted at that stupid accent, you thought. You used to hate it, mock it, despise it- until you grew to love it. You thought for a moment. You didn’t know if Steven was ready to hear details about Marc’s life- about where his own body might have been without him knowing. You wouldn’t want to know, you thought. It’d be too weird. Changing the subject, your voice faltered a bit as you loaded up your various breakfast foods and a cup of black coffee, bringing it to the table to sit down next to him. 

“What about you? Favorite color at least?” You could see his face get nervously paler, a pang of guilt shooting through your own stomach as you started eating. Did you just scare the poor guy? Did he think he insulted you? You were about to open your mouth to reassure him when he let out a nervous laugh, rubbing his face and taking a sip of tea. 

“I suppose uh.. I suppose orange, I guess. For a goldfish I had back at my flat in London. Though, I suppose he wasn’t really gold- don’t know why they call them that really…” He rambled for a moment, his nervousness making his words speed up and his accent got the tiniest bit thicker. You nodded, taking a sip of coffee and winced at the bitter taste. He looked at you, his melted chocolate eyes wide and innocent. “If I at all offended you, I’m terribly, terribly sorry I just..” You shook your head, cutting him off. 

“It’s fine, I can tell you. I just…didn’t want you to be upset. It’s a Marc memory, after all.” You could see him wince the tiniest bit. You had to remember that this whole world was just as new to him as it was to you. He nodded anyway, taking another drink and swallowing hard. You felt bad in a way, despite how strange this all was. 

“It was uh,” It was your turn to fiddle with the handle of the coffee mug. “It was our wedding. We had tulips at our wedding.” Steven nodded, casting his eyes down a bit before glancing back up to you. 

“Was it a nice memory? The wedding?” 

You paused for a moment, letting every memory of that day fill your brain. After such a rocky start to your dating life, that day was perfect. It was stressful, sure, but what wedding wasn’t? It all felt surreal talking about this to the man you married. Not really the same man, you reminded yourself. Same body, different person. You smiled, the same smile you wore as you walked down the aisle, walking towards Marc as he waited for you. 

“It was. Yeah. I uh…” You took one last bite of your breakfast, getting up and putting the dishes in the sink and striding over to the bookcase in the living room. Steven just watched you, finishing his tea and fiddling with the cold cup. The photo album was inconspicuous, just a plain photo album that was gifted to you a couple of weeks after your wedding. You had hardly looked at it since Marc vanished suddenly. You set it down in front of Steven, flipping it open to the first page. Photos of the empty wedding venue, dolled up and decorated in preparation, yet missing its guests. 

“You got photos then, yeah?” You nodded, sitting back across from him. Steven gently flipped through the photos, bringing a hand to his face and rubbing at it gently. He let out a breathy laugh, running his hands over the pages. His own face stared back at him in a suit, standing next to you in a white satin dress. 

“Bit weird, innit?” He asked out loud, more to himself than you. “All these memories that Marc has…that I don’t.” He let his words go quiet. You watched him carefully, his eyes wide and scanning each photo. 

“Is it what you would have wanted? If you could get married?” It was an odd question for you to be bringing up. Eventually you’d have to wrap your mind around it all. Steven shrugged. 

“Don’t know, really. Never had much luck with the whole dating scene. Missed a couple of dates flat out thanks to ol’ Marc there. I’m just too…nervous. Too Steven.You know,” He gestured to his head, flipping another page in the photo album. “I hadn’t even had a proper kiss. I mean. Obviously this body has, with Marc and you. But me? Not a thing. It seems like it was nice though, nice and…flower-y.” You smiled, leaning on your elbow as you watched him. You brushed aside the thought of him going on a date, again, it was a learning curve for yourself and Marc and Steven. 

“Well I think being too “Steven” has its charms. You’re very sweet, for instance. You listen. That alone could be a selling point.” You pointed out. Steven looked up at you, his eyes wide and his head shaking. 

“No, no I wouldn’t consider myself a selling point. Marc would have a field day if he knew you were complimenting me.” You could almost see him blushing just the slightest bit as he averted his eyes back down to the pictures. He stopped, staring at a photo of you alone in your wedding dress. You could see his eyes wandering up and down the photo. 

“You just.. You look really…beautiful,” He murmured. “I mean here. You look really beautiful here.” You couldn’t help but laugh, your own turn to blush now. 

“Nice save.” You chuckled, leaning back in your chair. Steven was positively beet red now, though his eyes still stayed on the same photo of you. As if he could tell you were watching him, he averted his eyes, glancing around the kitchen before landing on the clock on the microwave. 

“Oh blimey, would you look at the time!” He rushed up, taking the photo album and closing it. “Half past eight O’clock…you’re gonna be late for work if you keep chattering on to little ol’ me.” He practically helped you out of your chair, gathering your purse and jacket and helping you get them on. 

“Steven, really, it’s fine, I enjoy talking to you..” You insisted, still getting your jacket on and fishing your car keys out of your purse. Steven always walked you to the door every morning when he was around; one of the many things you seemed to overlook, until now. Now, it was one of the sweetest gestures - one Marc hadn’t done for you. 

You stopped just outside of the door, turning around to face Steven. He looked adorable in the morning light, bed head and all. Your heart raced as your brain seemed to get the message of what you were about to do across to the rest of your body. Gently you leaned up on the balls of your feet, the flats of your shoes slapping back down to the ground, as you learned up and gently placed your lips to his. Kissing him was like coming home; his lips familiar, his scruff brushing against your chin the way it did on that same wedding night. He still smelled the same, Marc probably had put on his cologne last night before bed. To Steven, however, it must have felt foreign and wrong. Kissing Marc’s wife. Even still, he put his hands gently on your waist, keeping his hands still as he relaxed a bit. You rested your head against his forehead for a moment before pulling away, smiling up at him gently. You could taste the tea on his lips.

“It’s not the same, I guess, but I hope that crosses one thing off your list of ‘haven’t hads’.” You turned away, giving him one last smile as you took in his gobsmacked expression. 

“I uh yeah. Yep. Y-you have a good day at work, yeah? You..I uh.. Th-thank you!” He called out, watching you as you got into your car. 

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Work had drawn out longer than you had expected. You were sore, tired, and in desperate need of a shower. The house was dark when you got home, and you had presumed that either Marc had gone out to do whatever he did when you weren’t around, or he was asleep. Or Steven was asleep. Either way, it seemed you were alone for the night. Sighing, you put your purse on the side table and locked the door behind you, running your hands over your face as you could practically feel the grime of the day settling on you. A hot bath and a long sleep was in order, you thought. 

Making your way to the kitchen, you struggled to find the light switch on the wall, taking a few seconds to pat around the wall blindly before snapping on the light. When it turned on, it revealed both a sticky note, telling you that your dinner was in the microwave- signed by Marc- and a vase of flowers, with a sticky note signed by Steven on the edge of it. 

A vase of tulips, to be exact. Purple ones.

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my phone: steven grant? is that what you want???? what, steven grant on tumblr???! on twitter?!?! on fucking ao3??? Google?? where? WHERE could you possibly want to see him now? we get it, you LOVE steven grant,.,. he’s your favorite character ever, he goes ‘hiya’ and 'laters gators’. you’d DIE fOr hiM, but don’t you think it’s time you thought of something else???? uni?!? your future?????? YOU CAN THINK ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHI—

me: even grant

Guiding you to me

Uh- the Marc Spector x Reader + Steven Grant x Reader soulmate au I had in my mind since yesterday. I’m supposed to write a coursework thing, but lol this is what I wrote instead. Side note, this is in the same universe as the Matt Murdock soulmate au story I wrote a while back. Uh- Enjoy

Also, I apologise prematurely if I don’t portray DID in an accurate way. I did my best, but I know I’ll have to read up more. 

The soulmate au is where all people have animal guides to lead them to their soulmates. You have an albino raven whose demeanour switches- 

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Ever since you could remember, an albino raven followed you everywhere. When you were younger, he was a small bundle of fluff- chirping as he stumbled behind you. You had to pick him up with your tiny hands and walk with him.

You called him Cloud at first- because he looked like a cloud- soft and fluffy. Later though, that would change. He would grow larger, leaner- feathers no longer soft, but sharp and strong. So, you named him Mani- the moon personified in Norse mythology.

You didn’t know why, but it seemed right. And he apparently liked it too.

Mani was… unpredictable. Sometimes, he was anxious and skittish, and sometimes he was rough and vocal. He almost seemed to be two different individuals. So, you had named the anxious ego of your guide Ernest- and he had gently nipped at your ear affectionately. You had assumed he had liked the name.

Overall, though, both Mani and Ernest were sweet to you. Mani was more protective though, screeching and cawing at whoever rubbed at you the wrong way. He seemed to know you better than you knew yourself sometimes. He was more nippy- he bit your fingers lightly to convey his affection.

Ernest was less so. He usually liked to bury his head into the crook of you neck or into your chest- and he was far more clingy. And unlike Mani, who held his head high perched on your shoulder, Ernest liked to be carried by you. You obliged him of course, you couldn’t resist those begging red eyes. Ernest was the one to bring you small trinkets- ranging from bottle caps and pretty stones to full on key rings and post cards. You kept them all in a small chest, and sometimes, you would see him nestled into the goods.

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Found family- Spiderfam

So I saw Spiderman: No Way Home in theaters for the third time, and it still breaks my heart to see Peter having to give up so much at the end of it.

A couple of days ago, I discussed a prompt with a couple of ideas in mind and have decided on one that I’d like some feedback on.

I personally love reaction fics, or better known as “Watching the Movie” fics, especially when they are done right. “Truth revealed” and “There’s no such thing as a painless lesson” on Ao3 come to mind in particular, and there are a ton that deal with the MCU on the internet. So why not do my own.

(SPOILER WARNING)

In summation: Following the events on No Way Home, Peter Parker is left alone with no one to remember him. However, it seems a higher power has recognized his plight and decided to give some aide to the young man.

A couple of months after Dr. Strange cast the spell that erased Peter Parker from everyone’s memories, Peter finds himself in an unknown location with a few familiar faces:

And faces he doesn’t recognize:

Trapped in this unknown place together and without a way out, this motley crew are tasked with viewing a series of movies, all the while bonding together to become the most unlikely family the multiverse has ever seen.

I have one inquiry before I start planning this, should I have them view the entire MCU or just the ones Peter 1 was in? Our options are:

1) The entire MCU, Sam Raimi films, Andrew Garfield films, Venom films and Into the Spiderverse.

2) Just a select few movies of the MCU and the other films listed?

Breaks and interludes will occur to allow for bonding and more.

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

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Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

“I’m with you because everything you do, you do because you know it’s right. I’m with you,” he whispered now, leaning in to rest his forehead against hers. “I’m with you because you remind me that there is good in this world. And I would die before I let that good be lost…I would die for you, if it meant the world got to see what you had to offer.”

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A Terrible Timeline

A Permanent Paycheck (drabble)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Three Good Things (drabble)

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Religion’s in Your Lips (drabble)

Part 13

A Love Like Religion (drabble)

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Devils Roll the Dice (drabble)

Part 17

Part 18

Paper Cut Stings (drabble)

Blind Faith (drabble)

A Really Good Lawyer (drabble)

“We’re Not Keeping Him” (fic; Matt Murdock x F!Reader)

So I’ve had asks in my box about ‘but what if TRT!Reader and Matt with a cat’ more than once, and there’s another ask related to them + dogs and cats in my box tonight. That plus earlier discussion with a mutual on how Matt Murdock Is A Cat prompted me to finally dust off this fic I’ve had in my editing folder for days weeks months fuck you adhd and you all need to live with it now. I have no idea if this will end up TRT canon but it was fun to write.

Ship: Matt Murdock x TRT!Reader. You don’t need to have read The Red Thread to enjoy, however. Just know this is a F!Reader, and she finds unfindable things for her job. Rating: Safe. Nothing but fluff, mostly, enjoy Matt and you with kittens.  Wordcount: 3,299 Warnings: Touching on Matt’s depression at one point but otherwise it’s just fluff. Also there are jokes about a cat’s religion and I’m not sure if that’s blasphemy so if that’s not your thing.

There was something off about you as you unlocked the door and let yourself in.

He wasn’t sure what it was, at first, frowning as he tipped his head back on the couch and greeted you. You were bundled up from head to toe, but that wasn’t unusual with how cold it was outside, frost coating the windows, the sounds of the city softened by the falling snow. Much like the city beneath the snow, all the layers you were wearing muffled the sounds of your body, your heartrate and your breathing buried beneath layers of fabric.

But… he thought he heard…

“Hey, Matt,” you said casually, toeing off your shoes. But despite your innocent manner, he knew that near-undetectable pitch upwards in your tone. You were nervous, and hiding it as you made your way further into the apartment.

Something was definitely wrong.

He rose from the couch sharply, focusing his senses on you. But there was nothing in the air like blood that he could taste or smell, and you weren’t moving like you were hurt, though your movements seemed overly cautious. But he was still unsettled, unable to hide his worry as he came towards you. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

It could have been anything really. Your job wasn’t as dangerous as his nightly patrols, but hunting down what people had lost still took you to rough places now and then. It was possible you’d been injured, or… or maybe had a run-in with someone. Had they connected you back to Daredevil? What if they’d—

“I’m not hurt,” you said quickly, holding up your hands as you shifted from foot to foot. “Just, uh…”

“If you’re not hurt, then what?” He furrowed his brow, taking another step before you held up a hand. “Sweetheart—”

“You love me… right?” You bit your lip and released it, your fingers picking at the edge of your jacket. “Like, a lot.”

“Of course I do. You know I…”

Wait. Was your jacket… moving?

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