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Rivals in flight (m) |JJk

Navigating the challenges of adjusting and studying as a commoner amidst insults from the nobility was tough, but, the struggle only intensified when the fellow dragon rider, Jeon Jungkook, who took so much pride upon his status and abilities, became a formidable enemy and the ultimate pain in your ass. What did you do then? Simple. You started fucking him.

Pairing: dragon rider!Jungkook x dragon rider!oc

Genre: forbidden love, fantasy, e2l, ewb (enemies with benefits? lmao), smut, angst (18+)

W/c: 5k+

Warning: okay so... Jungkook is a jerk in it, noble Jungkook x commoner reader= chaos!, jk called her names (love, phoenix, SLUT), school bullies, arguments and fights, Enter Namjoon!!, oral sex in a semi-public place, hair pulling, grinding, fingering, ass spanking like for twice, he eats her out in a library🫣, edging, orgasm denial, cum eating, they are kinda toxic but it'll be okay later IF I EVER MAKE IT INTO A SERIES🥹

A/n: It's finally here!! This is my first ever fic so I hope y'all will like it! I know that e2l meant to be slow burn and it will be the same if I make into a series but I'm not so sure about that:⁠,⁠-⁠) Like, do you guys want me to turn this into a series?

“Aster, ascend! Use ‘astral radiance’ on them now!” You commanded. The dragon respond with graceful flight, scattering the shadows with pulsating waves of celestial energy with his power.

Jungkook’s dragon again surged a series of shadowy entity, a relentless onslaught aimed towards you. You didn’t even had enough time to recover from the previous attack before you see a cloak of darkness approaching you.

“Screw you, Jeon Jungkook.”

As both of you resumed in a blaze of magic and motion, each command from Jungkook and you echoing through the air.

Eythor and Asterlith soared high above the arena where the game is going on, their wings slicing through the enchanted currents with a thunderous flap.

You guided Asterlith through a series of evasive spins and turns, “Defend! Unleash bursts of celestial energy to dispel the shadows!” That burst of energy created a celestial barrier, disrupting the shadowy figure.

The sky became a canvas for elemental clash. Shadows and celestial radiance intertwined, creating a mesmerizing dance that captivated the onlookers in the grandstand.

You heard Jungkook’s voice, a command filled with determination as the word ‘attack’ reverberates through the arena. Soon, you see a shadowy tempest raising above the ground, big enough to engulf the whole arena in its darkness. The intensity of it makes you a bit wary.

You, however, remained steadfast, “Aster, illuminate the sky and repel the encroaching shadows.”

You can hear the heavy breath from your dragon, as he tries his best remain solid in the fight. He had already used so much of his power that its getting harder for him to continue using constellations energy.

You rubs his neck, tried to calm his nerves and encouraged him, “I know you’re tired, baby, but please just a little more. Could you do that for me?”

You ask softly as he nodded at you. He gathered as much as energy as he can, his celestial radiance intensified, pushing back against the looming darkness.

The crowd below watched with bated breath as the clash of flight and attack unfolded.

The Dragon Duel had reached a crescendo, the clash of shadows and celestial radiance weaving a mesmerizing tapestry in the skies above Syndril. However, as the intensity of the battle grew, an unseen force intervened.

The authorities of the Wings academy, recognizing the escalating magical energies and potential consequences, decided to halt the duel for the safety of all involved.

“Cease the duel, right away!”

A resounding voice echoed through the arena, as you and Jungkook momentarily caught in the ebb and flow of the magical currents, reluctantly reined in your dragons, their energies already subdued but still resonating with the remnants of the fierce battle.

“This clash of powers has reached a level of intensity that poses a threat to the safety of the participants and spectators, so we have to dismiss the game at this very moment.” As the principal of your academy announced.

As the authorities assessed the situation, a magical barrier shimmered into existence, enveloping the arena. It served not only to contain the remnants of the magical energies but also to signal the temporary halt of the sports day.

Jungkook and you, both atop your respective dragons, when you shared a glance with him, you clearly saw a mixture of frustration and anger in it. You shrug it off as you saw a representative of the authorities stepped forward, addressing the dragon riders and the assembled audience.

“The Dragon Duel shall be temporarily suspended. We will assess the situation, ensuring the safety of all involved. Further instructions will be provided once we are confident in resuming the event.”

In the ethereal expanse of Syndril, where dragons painted the skies with hues of mystique, the art of dragon riding was a privilege bestowed upon the chosen few, a regal tapestry woven for the noble and royal alike. The intertwining destinies of rider and dragon transcended mere power, forming a sacred covenant that echoed through the ages.

In the middle of Syndril’s heart, there stood a grand place called the ‘Dragon Keep’, a living testament to the ancient bond shared between the realm’s sovereigns and the winged custodians that adorned the heavens.

Throughout the annals of history, dragons have been formidable companions on the battlefield, their majestic forms serving as both a symbol of power and a devastating force. Since ancient times, these mythical creatures have been harnessed as instruments of war, their scales reflecting the glint of conquest and their breath embodying the fire of conflict.

But, as the time goes, dragons become companion and more of a friends to the humans as the bond between two becomes more strong.

In Syndril, the training of dragons was a vital necessity rooted in the intricate balance of power, protection, and tradition. But, only the nobles were allowed to have a companion such as mystical creature.

To provide such directions and train the dragon in a proper manner, the ancient of this land made a dragon rider academy named ‘wings academy’, where people from royal blood and noble families can train and study with their dragons.

There are few reputed dragon houses in the kingdom, famous for their Excelled skills and magnificent magic, from the ancient, these are the elite houses which has been serving this kingdom from ages.

Each of this houses carries unique abilities and distinct attributes that contributed to the kingdom’s intricate tapestry.

The first one is Eythor from the house Shadowthrone, famous for its mastery over shadows and illusions, possessed a unique and elusive power. Its ability to manipulate darkness and create intricate illusions made it a formidable force in both stealth and strategic deception. Ruled by the Jeons, highest member of the royal council. It is rumored that the only people who build this entire Kingdom and found out about it was, The Vilothorn’s and Jeon’s.

Next one is known as the house of stoneheart, famous for possessing the power of earthquake and stone manipulation, ruled by Kim’s.

The house of inferno is famous for harnessing the power of heat manipulation. There ability has become a relentless force of searing destruction on the battlefield, ruled by Park’s.

In contrast to the previous house, the house of Frostland is famous for its capability to freeze opponents with its breath and control ice in various forms, ruled by Min’s.

The house of Skydancers ruled by Jung’s, has the ability to dominate the skies with its mastery over air manipulation and flight agility.

And, once-extinct dragon, has been reborn again, now found by a commoner girl. Asterlith’s wings were said to carry the very essence of celestial realms, now under the care of you. A creature emerged with scales that radiated with the brilliance of a thousand constellations became a living testament to the resurgence of magic and the rekindling of ancient bonds between dragon kind and those destined to ride upon their majestic backs, and now, you become one of them.

A commoner in the academy where she will study alongside other aristocrats were something not acceptable. ‘only the noble are allowed to ride a dragon’ was like a tradition which now has been broken by you.

“Your Majesty, with all due respect, Wings academy has been a fortress of nobility for centuries. This departure from tradition may disrupt the delicate balance that has safeguarded our realm.” Lord Liam voiced his concern in front of the gathered noble in the chambers of Syndril’s royal court.

Lord Jeon, the most trusted component of king Leo and an expert diplomat interjected, “Yet, Your Majesty, the magic that binds ___ and Asterlith is undeniably potent, not to mention that she is the chosen one by Asterlith himself. Are we to dismiss the weaving of destiny itself?”

Conflicting ideologies echoed through the walls of the royal court as each person tried to justify their opinion. Some nobles, entrenched in their adherence to tradition, cast disapproving glances, while others, inspired by the possibility of a new era, nodded in silent approval.

A decision was reached—a groundbreaking one that defied the norms of Syndril. King Leo then announced that everyone must accept this new norm and welcome you into the, once only for the nobles, Wings academy. You, the common girl, would be permitted to study at the Royal Dragon Rider School alongside the nobility was the new rule passed through out the kingdom.

But, you weren’t warmly welcomed by the other students at the school neither.

You found yourself facing the cold glares and condescending whispers of those who clung tightly to the rigid norms of Syndril. The nobility, accustomed to a lineage that stretched across generations, viewed your presence as a disruption to their established order.

Despite that, you continue your training regardless. At least, those insults weren’t as unbearable as Jeon Jungkook.

The second son of Jeon house, Jungkook, a formidable presence in the mystic realm of Syndril’s, is an embodiment of unparalleled power and prowess.

Jungkook’s physical prowess is akin to a tempest, an unstoppable force that commands attention.

His martial skills, honed through rigorous training, transform him into a living weapon.

His strategic acumen, a calculated dance of intellect and intuition, adds a layer of sophistication to his formidable persona.

Not only talented but, Jungkook is a magnetic paradox himself, a living canvas painted with ink and adorned with piercings that echo the rhythm of rebellion.

His onyx locks, a rebellious dance against tradition, frame a countenance that carries the weight of both legacy and defiance.

With a set of piercing eyes, a deep brown that reflects both determination and a hint of arrogance, Jungkook’s gaze is both intense and captivating. His brow piercings increases the intensity of his gaze even more.

Upon his strong arms, a tapestry of tattoos unfolds, each design a narrative etched in ink- The motifs, stark against his fair skin, trace the contours of muscles that hint at a strength not easily contained.

Beneath the hardened exterior, however, lingers the paradox of a “baby-faced” warrior. Jungkook’s soft features, though sculpted by the passage of time and the rigors of dragon rider training, retain a youthful charm that defies the graveness of his responsibilities.

Here, Jungkook writes a story of contrasts, where tradition and rebellion dance together in a spellbinding harmony.

Yet, him being loved by almost the whole population of the kingdom, you found yourself loathing him.

The animosity that grew between you two, emerged from a combination of conflicting backgrounds, divergent ideologies, and a clash of personalities.

Jungkook carried the weight of familial expectations and traditions. His reserved demeanor and arrogant nature often set him apart, earning him both respect and an air of intimidation.

You, on the other hand, hailed from more humble origins, your ascent to the esteemed academy marked by determination and an unyielding spirit.

You both fought for recognition in the academy, often led to arguments marked by sharpe words, competitive duels, palpable tension and mutual hatred for each other.

The hatred grew over the years as well as the thick sexual tension between you two. The irresistible attraction you both feel towards each other is unexplainable but not-so-hidden either.

The aftermath of the halted Dragon Duel left the arena in an eerie silence, the tension was thick in the air.

As, all the students got dismissed by the school authorities, everyone stared entering the school and going back to their respective dorms.

You were walking alone as usual towards your dorm when you heard a very familiar and annoying voice of the male you hate so much, “This intervention was unnecessary. We could have settled it ourselves.”

Jungkook, his usually reserved demeanor now tinged with visible annoyance, broke the silence at last. His voice reverberates through out the hollowed hallway, making everyone pause in their movements.

You, equally agitated, responded sharply, “Your arrogance is truly astounding, Jungkook. The authorities stepped in to prevent a catastrophe, something you seem oblivious to.”

The venom In your voice evident and not much hidden from anyone present there. People gathered around you, saw the argument unfolding in front of them.

Jungkook’s patience worn thin, he retorted, “You act as if you know everything. This clash was an inevitable part of our training. We can’t shield ourselves from every challenge!”

He was being absurd with whatever statement he was stating. His pride was taking a toll on his thinking ability clearly.

You were beyond annoyed with his obliviousness when you shot back, “Training, yes. But, not at the risk of endangering everyone around us. Your recklessness is a danger, and it reflects poorly on House Shadowthrone.”

You heard a few gasps around you, people were surprising with your choice of words. You saw their eyes gone wide upon hearing you pulling house shadowthrone into this argument.

Jungkook was enraged, if he wasn’t a human but a dragon, he should have breathed fire and burned you to the ashes once and for all.

He snapped back, “You act as If your celestial ideals make you infallible. This interruption only proves your inability to handle the challenges and run away from them. I chose the perfect name for you, didn’t I? Phoenix? Rise from the ashes without any ability and prowess–,” he stepped a bit closer to you, burning holes into your face with his Sharpe eyes as he said, “You belong to the slums and should stay there.”

His insulting words pierced through your heart and ignites a intense rage which you were unable to handle, “I’m not afraid of challenges, Jeon Jungkook from the house of Shadowthrone.” You said mockingly, “I just refuse to let arrogance and recklessness guide my actions unlike you. We must be responsible for the consequences of our powers.”

Soon, the onlookers, divided by loyalties, began to interject with verbal insults and jeers. A supporter of Jungkook, emboldened by the mounting tension, shouted, “Jungkook’s strength lies in action, not in empty words and celestial theatrics. Your ideals won’t protect us when the real challenges come.”

People found amusement in them as they begun to laugh at you. You were standing alone there, with no one by your side but yourself, helpless but still defending yourself.

You countered with determination, "Strength without responsibility is a liability, not an asset. We need more than brute force to navigate the complexities of our calling."

You heard a ‘tsk’ from Jungkook as he kept on glaring at you. The voices in favor of Jungkook gained momentum, echoing sentiments of tradition and House Stonethrone storied legacy.

You saw Ivy Drakaron, one of the nobles who happened to be your fellow classmate, smirking at your direction and quite enjoying you being insulted in front of thousands of people, whispering provocative remarks to those around her and laughing along with it.

“Your supposed ‘responsibility’ is nothing but an excuse for your lack of prowess. Syndril needs dragon riders who can face challenges head-on, not ones who cower behind ideals.” Jungkook spits venom from his mouth at you, and this time, it was enough for him to break your hard exterior which you were maintaining carefully and brought tears to your eyes.

With glossy eyes, you glare at his direction and this time, he looked quite surprised and speechless.

Kim Namjoon, senior of yours, belongs to the house of Stoneheart attempted to mediate, stepped forward, “Calm down, both of you, Jungkook and ____. Our unity is paramount, and personal disputes must not undermine the cohesion of Syndril’s dragon riders.”

He had always been the mediator whenever you two started quarrelling in the middle of nowhere. Being the president of the student community, he had all the abilities to be the perfect leader, still, you both made him afraid with your intense fights, so much so that he became tired. He referred himself to an old man because, according to him, he will soon become bald, if he had to continue taking care of you two anymore.

You thought, he might stop with his hateful remarks after seeing your cracked demeanor, it was clear that you were hurt but he didn’t stopped. Jungkook, unwilling to yield, shot a disdainful look at you, "Unity does not mean blind conformity. Your idealistic notions jeopardize the very essence of our training."

“And your recklessness jeopardizes lives. I won’t compromise the safety of our dragon rider community for the sake of your misguided ideals.”

Before the tears descended from your gaze, you departed, no longer willing to endure the ceaseless barrage of disparagement.

You were alone in the library at night, when you sensed an elusive presence that stirred the tranquil air.

It wasn't that the library was open at night, you often snuck in there from a secret path, finding the atmosphere of the silently library amusing, it became one of your nightly endeavours.

The muted glow of lanterns cast intricate shadows on the ancient bookshelves, creating an ambiance that heightened your awareness.

As you delicately turned the pages of an age-worn tome, the subtle rustle of paper seemed to echo louder in the stillness… An inexplicable awareness tingled at the nape of your neck, compelling you to glance over your shoulder.

Despite the initial surprise after seeing the figure that stepped into the pool of dim light, you decided to mask any reaction, adopting an air of nonchalance.

Because, you knew who it was.

You continued your perusal of the ancient tome, deliberately chose to ignore his presence.

Jungkook, sensing the deliberate indifference, cleared his throat as he leaned on the table in front of him.

You just gave a quick glance at his direction before continue your reading. You saw Jungkook’s eyes aglow with the flickering candlelight, he looked…handsome. You might fall in love if it weren’t for his arrogant nature.

“Seems like you’re quite fond of conversing with seniors. Is that how commoners like to elevate their status?”

There he goes again. Why can’t he keep his mouth shut?

Wait…why he is asking that?

It’s nothing like you both share a loving relationship, far from that. You both hated each other but despite the hatred, the burning desire and the tentative lust for each other was unexplainable.

The magnetic pull that neither of you could deny, at last gave in.

The first time he fucked you was the time, when you came in the second position of your test.

The rule was simple. The winner must take the lead.

It was quite exquisite seeing Jeon Jungkook squirming under your touch when you tied him up and kept him on the edge until he was begging underneath you, because he lost to you in a game of chess.

It was only this ‘physical’ relationship between you two besides the rivalry. So, why he sounded… jealous?

Nonetheless, you were quite enjoying it when you donned a smirk in response to Jungkook’s probing gaze. “Oh, didn’t realize my choice of conversation partners was under such intense scrutiny –,”

You moved towards the bookshelf beside Jungkook to grab an another ancient tome as you continued, “Namjoon? Just discussing the intricacies of life, you know, the stuff that doesn’t make it into noble conversations.” your words, laced with sarcasm, floated through the library.

You did had a conversation with Namjoon earlier, about the incident that happened before. He was worried about you. So, it was a normal decent conversation.

“ –also he was worried about my wellbeing.” You said as your fingers idly tracing the spines of the books. The calmness in your tone unwittingly added fuel to the simmering fire.

Jungkook’s jaw tenses, he retorted, “Seems like you’re building quite the support system among the nobles, ____.”

His constant insults only proves your theory further more, “It’s called having friends, Jeon Jungkook. Maybe you should try it sometime.” You subtly threw a smirk at his way before minding your own business.

This time, when you tried to move away from the spot you were standing, you felt a strong arm pulling you backwards.

“What friendship, ____? Where you fuck them?” His face was closer to yours, his warm breath hitting your face. You looked up at him and saw a intensity in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

“Why do you care? Huh?” You stood firm on your toes, “That’s .None. Of. Your. Business!”

“It is. Because, I’m the only one who fucks you.”

He clenched his jaw, a subtle tension lingered in the air. You didn’t knew why he was acting the way he was acting, so you tried to push your body away from him.

It wasn't like it’s any of his business. You can have any kind of relationship with anyone, he was no one who could tell you otherwise. His oddly possessive behavior made you irritated further more.

“J- Jungkook –,” You tried to pull your hand out of his grip and pushed him back. Your hand was on his chest, you felt his muscles tenses under your touch, “–let go of my hand.”

Instead of doing that, he pushed your back onto the table beside you, caging your hands behind your back as your butt hit the edge of the table.

He didn’t said anything, just looked at your eyes with the same intensity and something your couldn’t decipher.

“Let me go!” You whisper-shouted at him.

“Kiss me and I will.”

You eyes widened at his words as you saw a devilish smirk on his face. He was clearly messing up with you. You pushed against him again, but he settled his one leg in between your thighs, further confining you in that position.

“Fuck off!” You retorted, annoyance etching your words.

In response, he countered with a smoldering gaze, “I shall if you ask nicely.”

His face more closer to yours, lips brushing against each other and the leg between your thighs slightly grind against your throbbing cunt, making you whimper in the process.

You didn’t held back yourself anymore as you smacked your lips on his.

As your lips collided, an intricate ballet of conflicting emotions played out. You sucked on his lips harder, so much so that it might leave brushes behind but he didn’t restricted you.

You heard him growl under his breath when you latched on his lower lip and pulled it down with your teeth.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was like you were hypnotized.

“I hate you.” You said in-between the kiss and he instantly responded, “The feelings are mutual.”

The intensity of the kiss grew even more when he grabbed your one leg, wrapping it around his waist. You could feel his boner right against you.

You grind on it, eliciting a hiss from him, moaning when you feel him growing harder underneath those clothes.

He deepened the kiss further, pushing further into your body. His hands comes down to your butt as he squeezes it.

Both of your tongue moved in a symphony, making you weak on your knees.

Then you did something. You grabbed his long locks in attempt to push in your tongue inside of his mouth but, in return, you received a harsh slap on your ass, along with a bite on your lower lip.

“Don’t even try, love.”

The moan that escaped from your mouth should be illegal, because the way Jungkook’s cock twitched and jumped in respond to that made him moan into your mouth.

You feel a gush of arousal approaching just from the name he called you. You knew he called you that mockingly but the things it does to you…it would rather be better if no one knows about that.

Pulling your head backwards by your hair, he started kissing your neck , leaving trails of colorful masterpieces on his way.

A reminder for you about your secret, which no one knows but you, the walls of these library and the man sucking your tits.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.” The sounds you were making, was obscene. He twirls his tongue around your hardened bud, harshly sucking on it. Two of his fingers makes its way towards your throbbing pussy.

“You aren’t wearing any panties?” You didn’t understand why he was in disbelief. It’s night time, so, wasn't it obvious?

“Yes, because I was going to bed, you stupi–,” you gasped when he suddenly pushed his one finger inside, making you clench around it.

“Watch your mouth, love, or I might shut you up with something else.”

That jerk!

Before you could threw some insulting remarks towards him, he turned you around abruptly and made you spread your leg wide. You found support on the table in front of you, as you gripped on the edges of it for some support.

He pulled your nightgown all the way up to your waist. You couldn’t saw him in the dim light, but you felt the heat of his burning desire.

The library's dim light cast shadows that played upon the canvas of your unspoken desires.

You felt his fingers on your thighs as they tentatively draw patterns on your smooth skin, as he kissed your inner thighs, making you shut your eyes from the overwhelming sensations.

When you did looked back, you saw Jungkook on his knees as he fondle your ass feverously, his intense gaze focused on your soaking pussy.

“Wandering around like this? You are a little slut, aren’t you?” You mewl when he placed a kiss on your clit, so soft that you just felt the ghost of his lips but it was enough for you to threw your head back.

Without a warning, he started sucking you clit, twirling his tongue all over your cunt as if he just found his favorite desert.

“My little slut, only mine. Right, love?”

He was settled in between you thighs, both your legs on his shoulder.

When you look down on him, he was smirking at you while devouring your pussy like a starve man.

The subtle eye contact ignited something in you, he made you feel things you shouldn’t felt. The forbidden sense of this makes it more appealing as you couldn’t help but drawn to the this unspoken game of lust and desire.

You screw your eyes shut, gripping the table as you prepare yourself for the upcoming orgasm.

He brought his fingers to your clit and started rubbing it in a crisscross way while his tongue goes inside of you, fucking you on his tongue.

As soon as that hot muscle entered, you moaned out his name, unable to control yourself, your essence dripping all over his mouth as he kept on rubbing and tugging your clit with his fingers while his tongue explores your warm walls as he found that spot which made your brain numb.

And, he knew it.

He smirked when you gripped on his men bun, shoved his face further into pussy as you grind on his face, desperately chased you release.

He kept on hitting that spot until you were a whimpering mess, but as soon as he felt your orgasm approaching, he pulled back altogether.

The whine that escaped your mouth was desperate. Embarrassing. But, you didn’t care.

“What the fuck?”

“I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

Asshole.

He wanted you to admit, to submit to him. Admitting that you’re his, had always been a struggle for you. Why would you though, when you weren’t his? You never understood his obsession with making you admitting that.

It must be some sick power play for him, you thought.

“I’m not saying it, because I’m not yours.” You firmly stated, glaring down at him.

His eyes further hardened from the previous half lidded one, “Let’s see for how long you can stick to that.”

Again he goes back to his work, this time more rougher than before.

Every time, you came closer to your release, he pulled back and made you squirm in his hold.

At the last thrust of his tongue, you cried out, your cries resonated through out the empty hall of the library. You instantly slapped your hand over your mouth.

“Come on, love. Say it if you want to cum.”

He was determined about leaving you then and there, hot and messy with your dripping cunt if you weren’t tell him the words he wanted to heard. His stubbornness and competitive nature wasn’t anything new to you.

He again brought his hand to your abused pussy, but this time, he put his fingers in it while sucking on your pulsating bud, occasionally tugging and biting the bundle of nerves, making you go insane.

“Fuck. Please, please Jungkook, let me c-cum,”

You voice was whiney, your broken cries made his cock twitch in his pants once again, making him growl into your heat.

“Then say it –,” He smacked your ass, his teeth dragging all over your throbbing clit before tugging and sucking on it harshly, “Say that you’re mine.”

You gripped onto his hair, tugged on it as your thighs stared trembling along with your whole body, you were close.

This time, you gave up.

You pleaded to him, chasing your release once again.

“No no, O-okay, please I’m yours, I’m yours, jus–Just lemme cum.”

“Then, cum for me but look at me when you do. I wanna see your face”

You obliged without any obligations. You looked down at him, staring into his eyes as you saw his brows pinched together as his lips attached to your clit, while thrusting his fingers inside you as you cum around them, made them soaking wet with your essence, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he watched your blessed out face with a smile on his face.

He didn’t stop though, until he drunk all of that you gave to him, slurping your essence, leaving you dry.

He was back on his toes as he turned you around. Your legs still trembling from the intense orgasm and overstimulation, he held you, encircled his hand around your waist and made you sit on top of the table.

You could see his face glistering with your essence, shining under the dim light, his piercing eyes staring at your soul as you saw he licked his lips with his half-lidded eyes and tousled hair from you gripping and tugging on it.

He was so hot that you didn’t knew if you wanted to kill him or kiss him.

He made it easier as he put his fingers in his mouth, sucking your essence of off it, then pulling you into a kiss.

An electric charge rushes through you as it seemed to dance across every inch of your body. You gasped, when you tasted your own cum on your tongue.

You were out of breath when he detached his lips from yours, both of you tried to breath in some air while you thought what the fuck you just did?

When he tried to caress your cheeks, you pushed him back, made him bewildered in the process.

“I-I have to leave.” You stumbled a bit on your steps but caught yourself before he could reach out.

“____...” It was surprisingly…tender, almost affectionate. It made you wonder if he genuinely felt remorse, maybe guilt?

“What went down earlier shouldn’t have, and I get that I said some hurtful things. But…honestly, if you weren’t mentioned my house, I wouldn’t have gone there and– I hope you know that…”

Oh, the irony! Expecting an apology from him?

His pride soared too high to grasp your emotions. He didn’t even considered the things he said to you, the things you had to heard because of him, how much you had to suffer.

Yes, you truly despise him and he is the reason behind that.

As you kept on walking out of the library, not sparing a glance back at him, unwilling to linger in the aftermath of his intensity.

“You are a fucking jerk, Jeon Jungkook and I hope you know that.”

The damage was done, and the scars of his callousness lingered.

Note: Let me know your thoughts on this and also, help me out with making the decision about if I should make this into a series or not. Like, is it worth it? Please let me know!!

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one piece boys falling in love at first sight

☆ characters: ace, rayleigh, marco

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“Welcome aboard!!”

Cheers erupted from the crew, as they all swarmed the deck.

Joining the Whitebeard Pirates was always celebrated with an enormous party.

The sun had started to set but it still beat down relentlessly on the ship and Ace craned his neck to try and get a better view.

You were all the crew had been talking about for weeks.

Some thief who had managed to steal from the Whitebeard Pirates and get away with it.

He remembers how Whitebeard laughed when Izo and Thatch came moping back from inventory, nearly pissing themselves when they were forced to admit they’d been got by an amateur.

Whitebeard had ordered that you be tracked down immediately because anyone who stole from him with that much skill and audacity deserved a spot on his crew.

After a few weeks of searching, Izo came back with you.

From what he’d heard you weren’t easy to convince.

There was alcohol being passed around and the spray of champagne bottles being opened left and right misted his neck.

He pushed through everyone and began making his way toward the front.

He eventually bumped into Marco who’d secured a front-row seat, downing beer as your fellow pirates all came to get a look at you.

“What’s the big fuss? Can’t get any damn sleep around here,” he groaned.

Marco laughed, “Jealous that you’re not the shiny new toy anymore?”

“Barely.”

Both men had given up on trying to get a look at you and decided they’d wait for everything to die down.

“Want a beer?”

Ace nodded and readily accepted the cool can, chugging it within seconds.

“It’s hot as hell out here.”

Marco took another sip of his drink, “If you feel hot how do you think I feel.”

“Well you’re kind of fire too, you know, like- the whole phoenix thing is-”

“Yeah, yeah, but it’s different though.”

“I mean, you could argue that the blue fire is hotter than the red part.”

“Yeah, dumbass, but the point of my devil fruit isn’t fire.”

“Okay well, they’re close enough.”

The heat got the better of the both of them and they gave up their argument, both fairly moody at the heat and the noise.

“When’s the food part starting.”

“Soon probably, apparently Thatch has the hots for the kid.”

Ace choked a bit on his drink.

“What do you mean? Like he thinks he’s hot?”

“She.”

This caught Ace even more off-guard.

“She!?”

Now he really wanted to get a look at you.

After another few minutes, the crowd relented, and people started making their way back to the rest of the ship.

As the group of cheering pirates around you thinned, you felt relief flooding your senses.

You took a deep breath and walked on board the Moby Dick.

It was massive. Now that you could actually see it, you realized just how intimidating of a ship this really was. Of course, you’d had a general idea since you did rob it blind, but still. It was different when you were a welcome guest.

Ace took his chance now, and as the last of your welcoming party dissipated he made his way over to you.

As if on cue, you turned to look at him.

The sun was positioned perfectly behind your head and framed you in a sort of angelic light, it poured up and over your frame from behind you, casting golden hues through your h/c hair.

He stopped in his tracks, one foot still caught mid-step, trailing behind the other.

You were… pretty.

The slight breeze that had been brought with sunset, swept through your hair, leaving your face completely out in the open.

Your lips were slightly parted, had you been saying something?

He didn’t know, he was too enraptured with everything else.

You stood tall, it was clear you had pride to spare.

Your tan skin glimmered with the same regal hue as your hair, and never in his life had Ace felt that something- someone had commanded his attention so thoroughly with just their presence.

You walked toward him, Oh my god she’s walking toward me.

He was proud and he had abundant confidence in his worth but if he’d ever doubted that, it was now that he did.

You extended a hand towards Ace, and as if moving through honey your movement was gentle and smooth, but certain.

“Hi! I’m Y/n, I think I’ve seen your wanted posters before. You-”

Whatever else you said wasn’t registered by the freckled boy in front of you.

His cheeks were red and his eyes set.

He was breathing deeply, hanging onto everything you did, drinking in the magnificent sight of you.

He instinctively reached his hand up toward his head to take off his hat and hold it against his chest.

Your voice was silky and hung in the air like cigarette smoke.

The way you looked at him, your eyes intensely focused and direct, had his knees feeling shaky.

Any ounce of ego left in his body from the first sight of you, drained out of him as you spoke.

His brain was flushed with sudden anxieties.

Had he come across as a creep? What if you took to the other guys? He was young and maybe you wanted something else? Maybe you didn’t even want a guy at all and your ambitions involving piracy had nothing to do with men!

You looked at him with a puzzled look, your nose wrinkled slightly.

“Are you okay?”

Fuck, she’s so cute.

If he had been less out of it, he would have heard Marco’s cackling in the background.

“Real smooth, Ace!” Thatch yelled from the balcony outside the kitchen.

You laughed, She laughed!

Ace blinked back the muddled thoughts and premature anxieties that had started fuzzing his thoughts.

You were giggling to yourself and seemed nearly ready to try and introduce yourself to the next person.

Ace had a million things he wanted to say to you, but he had time. You both had all the time in the world.

So he instead opted to tip his hat and flash you a smile.

“Hi.”

rayleigh

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A quick stop, Roger had promised.

No more than two days, he’d said.

Everyone knew he was lying, and that they’d be landbound for at least a week, but no one was going to complain.

Almost no one.

“Roger, we should get going,” Rayleigh urged, but the Captain was three beers and ฿3,000 into a game of poker. They wouldn’t be leaving until morning.

Roger laughed loudly, earning stares from the bar's patrons.

“What’re you in such a rush for?! There’re women and booze all over the island, go find some to your liking and quit complainin’!” He laughed again and Rayleigh gave up and decided he’d just head back to the ship for now. He’d send someone to pick up the captain in the morning.

He didn’t mind the island itself. It was a spring island, and the clime sat at a gentle temperature, with easy-going winds. Tall grass covered the majority of the island and flowers were in bloom all over.

Yellow daffodils and pink tulips littered the island, dotting the hills and fields with spots of color.

He made his way slowly back toward the ship, taking more time than usual to enjoy the scenery. If he was going to be stuck here he may as well enjoy it.

The sun was just about the set, and vibrant hues of orange colored the sky and with his hands in his pockets, he wandered through the hills back to sea.

The island had no real port, there was just a bay where ships parked. There weren’t any walkways or built-in passages from which to disembark from the ship, you simply had to drop the anchor and paddle or swim to the rocky shore. The grass grew right up to the edge of the ocean, and he sat down in it, deciding he’d wait until it got dark.

A soft rustling to his left caught his attention.

Tucked in the grass, was a girl sleeping, a book in her hands.

She was wearing a white dress, and it moved together with the grass, back and forth, pushed by the wind.

A cool breeze ran through your body and with a slight shiver, you slowly blinked your eyes open, pushing yourself up onto your elbows, rolling onto your stomach.

You flipped through the pages of your book, going back and forth a few times before deciding to close it altogether.

You sat up, stretching your arms out over your head, letting your hair fall over your shoulders.

Rayleigh was, for lack of a better term, entranced.

He was completely hypnotized by the sight of you.

He felt as though you’d materialized before him, a beautiful fairy or something similar.

He’d heard stories of sailors coming across women whose beauty stopped them in their tracks. Women that they thought about every night after those initial encounters, held a complete hold on their minds.

He thought that now he felt something similar.

He felt awkward just sitting and watching you, and thought he might say something.

A tug in his chest urged him to stand up and try and present himself, but he felt an irritating nervousness spread throughout his body.

C’mon, Rayleigh.

He was usually so… good at this.

If he saw a pretty girl at a bar or a port or an island he would just talk to her.

Everything after that came naturally.

He was a Roger pirate for god’s sake, people around the globe feared him and revered him, and yet… and yet with every breath, he took to try and start a sentence he came up blank.

The thirty seconds he’d spent trying to speak to you felt like an hour and he thought his heart might stop when you’d turned around to look at him.

“Oh! Hello!”

He drew in a breath.

The colored sunset light fell on your face and illuminated your features in soft hues.

Your eyes widened slightly at the man standing before you and you gave him an awkward smile.

“Have you been standing there a long time?”

An accusatory look settled on your face, and your lips settled into a frustrated pout.

“I, um, yes,” he admitted, a blush creeping onto his face, “I wasn’t- I mean- I had just sat here to enjoy the, um-”

“Yeah, yeah, you creep, I get it.”

You laughed as you said this, and he relaxed a little.

“You’re not from around here are you?” you asked.

“What gave it away?”

“You seem surprised that someone was sleeping outside. It’s normal here, I swear I’m not some weirdo or anything. Our grass is known for being soft.”

He sat back down, slightly closer to you this time.

“What’s that?”

You sat closer to him, pointing to the log pose on his wrist.

“It’s a compass. Pirates use it on the Grand Line, it works by using the magnetism from each island to route the way toward the next one.”

“You’re a pirate! You don’t look like one! Or act like one.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

You giggled, and he felt completely swept up by your presence. How quickly you started trusting him, the curiosity in your voice that only grew with each question he answered.

You continued asking him questions, what being a pirate was like, why he was a pirate, and who else did he know that was a pirate. Had he killed anybody?

The more you talked, the more he started feeling like himself. His wittiness and sarcasm started slowly coming back to him, he was able to put aside his awe for your beauty in exchange for his usual flirtiness.

The dynamic between you seemed to shift back and forth between who felt bold and who felt shy.

“Do you drink?”

“Do I look like I drink?”

Rayleigh laughed, and you joined him.

Night had set hours ago, yet you kept talking as though you had all the time in the world.

You inched even closer to him, he sat with his legs crossed, and you sat on your knees, feet tucked underneath you.

You were facing each other and you leaned forward, bringing your lips closer to his.

“When do you leave?”

He tucked some stray pieces of hair behind your ear, trailing a hand down your face.

You rested your head against his palm, looking up at him.

“Soon.”

“That’s too bad. I like you a lot. You’re more than a pretty face.”

Rayleigh smiled at that, “I haven’t heard that one before!”

In a burst of energy and eagerness you pressed your lips to his, and just as quickly retracted.

He smiled again, bigger this time, and brought his arms around your waist, holding you in place.

You pressed another kiss to his lips, still too quickly for him to reciprocate.

He laughed and you felt proud at the blush you saw coloring his cheeks.

“Tell me, pirate, are you busy tonight?”

“Not at all, pretty.”

“Would you like to be?”

“Very much.

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“Why can’t you send Ace to do it?”

“‘Cause I sent ‘im to go get fish from the market,” Thatch explained, “And before you ask, I can’t go either ‘cause I’ll be here. Cooking.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll be back soon.”

Marco threw on a sweater and made his way into the town they were staying in. Thatch was all worked up and excited since they’re known for their produce and food quality.

Naturally, everyone had been sent out to get different ingredients for him.

Marco looked down at the short list he was given, ‘Apples’.

‘Very concise,’ he thought to himself.

It was midday and the sun was shining. It was fairly warm on the island, and it was covered in trees.

There were several signs that pointed him towards the location of the apple farm your family owned.

He found it with ease and walked around for a bit when he didn’t see anyone out front.

Every tree was teaming with ripe apples of all kinds. Overripe ones littered the floor and there were some chickens walking around.

He had been walking for no more than five minutes before he saw you.

You were reaching up to try and grab the apples that were up on the higher branches of the tree.

You strained your arms upward, using the trunk of the tree as support, your long legs balancing on the tips of your toes.

Your short dress slid up against your thighs, revealing a soft tan line.

A few beads of sweat formed on your forehead and after your third reach with no success, you gave up.

He could feel the pace of his heartbeat start to pick up slightly.

You looked so calm and at ease. The line of your body as you stretched upward was tantalizing and he couldn’t look away.

He didn’t want to scare you so he gently cleared his throat.

You turned around in a panic, knocking over a few of the apples in the full baskets that were on the floor next to you.

“Oh! Welcome! Sorry! Sorry- I’m the only one in today and I was trying to get a few more baskets full,” you explained to him.

“No worries,” Marco said. His voice was deep and he sounded so laid back.

You were still a bit too far to converse at a normal volume so you walked to him, caught off-guard by how handsome he was.

He wasn’t wearing anything surprising, nor was he doing anything that was out of the ordinary but you could tell that he wasn’t from around here.

His hands were calloused and he had a few visible scars spread across the visible parts of his skin.

“What can I get for you today,” you smiled at him.

“I was sent out for apples! I suppose I’ll take two baskets pleas-”

Marco’s voice trailed off and he cut off his own sentence as he looked and actually made eye contact with you.

Oh, god.

He knew you’d probably be hot based on what he’d seen earlier but you were… unspeakably beautiful.

Your cheeks were full and bright.

Your lips were a lively pink and your eyes caught the shifting glimmers of sunlight in them.

Your hair was pulled back into two messy braids and your loose strands of hair swept back and forth over your face.

You were unbelievably flattered.

Naive as you were to love and its complications, you knew what a tempted man looked like.

An unfamiliar sensation tugged at your chest. You felt like the tendons and muscles around your heart were opening and contracting wildly.

Your breath hitched in your throat and settled itself right on your vocal cords, you couldn’t say anything.

You both held a hilariously awkward form of eye contact for several moments.

Marco swallowed and cleared his mind, regaining his composure to the best of his ability.

“Two of these,” he said again, blinking his gaze down toward the floor as he gestured down toward the basket.

You took a deep breath and nodded, grabbing another basket for him.

They were heavier than they looked and after watching your two failed tries at lifting the baskets, Marco offered some help. “Oh, y-yes, please! Thanks,” you said, stepping back as he walked over and picked up the baskets with ease.

“How much do I owe ya?”

“Um.. j-just ฿15.”

“Fifteen?! That’s it?”

“We have, um, a discount going on right now... For handsome travelers.”

Why would I say that? Oh my god, why would I say that!? your cheeks started to rapidly heat up and you shuffled your feet nervously.

Your heart started beating faster against your chest when Marco responded, “How sweet. Take this as a tip then.”

He had a devilishly handsome smile on his face, and you looked at the money he was handing you. “Oh fifty is way too much- I can’t accept that, that’s more than the two baskets would normally be anyway.”

“Well, this is what I always tip beautiful girls.”

You laughed, trying to ignore the rising temperature of your face.

How embarrassing to be this easily flustered.

He smiled at you, clearly enjoying himself.

“C’mon, I insist,” he closed your hand around the money and gently guided your hand back toward your chest.

You pouted, feeling guilty that he gave you so much money.

“You’re sure?”

“Sweetheart, I’m a pirate,” he said, “There’s a lot more where this came from.”

His voice was full of confidence but he was so relaxed.

It made your stomach twist.

The way he carried himself- you could tell he was dangerous, but he was so laid back.

“A pirate?”

He nodded.

You put the money away, and played with the ends of your braids, unsure of what to say to him.

He bent down, one arm on each side of you.

Your breath caught in your throat and you stood frozen still.

He picked up the baskets, one in each hand, from your sides.

“As much as I’d love to spend the rest of my day here, I’m afraid I have to report back soon.”

You nodded, sheepishly looking down at the floor.

He smiled at you again, winking this time.

He turned and started walking back toward the entrance.

You knew you’d probably never see him again and a kind of unknown anxiety made its way to your chest.

“Wait!” you called out, running after him.

He turned around.

“Will... Will I see you again?”

This time a less nonchalant smile spread across the Commander’s face.

“Oh, absolutely,” he teased, “I’ve got wanted posters in every town from here to North Blue.”

You pouted again.

So cute! Marco thought to himself.

“You know what I mean.”

“I can work something out.”

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“Marco,” he answered, “What’s yours?”

“Y/n.”

“Pretty name for a pretty face.”

You smiled.

He couldn’t help but stare.

It suddenly dawned on Marco the Phoenix, First Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, that he was positively, undoubtedly fucked.

You stood in front of him, waiting for him to say something else.

“You’ll see me again,” he said, this time with unwavering certainty,

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 6. Don’t make plans for the next morning.”

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Omg the hobie and pregnant!reader was sooo good, could you please elaborate more? I really wanna see dad!hobie 😭😭😭he's the cutest, ALSO YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING

Thank you love!! 😗

hobie as a dad

he’s the best dad (other than Miguel ofc)

Whether it’s a boy or a girl he’s the best

Whenever he brings them to the spider society, everyone loves them

Especially Peter

Your baby and mayday get along so well

And when Peter and mayday come over, they make a mess of the place

But it’s okay because you love the baby and mayday 😭

And hobie cleans up after them

Once the baby is born, he tries his best.

He teaches them his ideologies but doesn’t force it yk

He lets them believe what they want while trying to inform them of his beliefs

But while they’re a baby he doesn’t care about any of that too much

He just wants to spend as much time as he can with them to be a good dad

And he didn’t have the best parents, so he’s just trying to be better

You always say he’s doing great though

And that helps him like a lot

he loves to hold them, and throw them up and down a lot

You will probably have trouble with them because of the whole spider powers thing

And Hobie tries to help you with it

If you’re tired don’t even think of taking care of them because hobie will be in their room already

“I got it.” You said, struggling to carry the baby and the groceries at once

Hobie shakes his head, grabs the baby and helps you with the groceries at the same time

He knows it’s hard with money and everything, so he tries to get free stuff as Spider-Man a lot

And steals from large companies a lot

Like a lottt

They’re both trouble children.

“Hobart Brown and C/n Brown get down here this instant!” You shouted, you caught them both climbing all over the ceiling

“Mama caught us.” Hobie said, grabbing the baby and laughing at your anger as he jumped down onto the net below them.

“Relax, there’s a net for a reason.”

“Now there’s webs everywhere!”

“I’ll clean it up, isn’t that right?” He looked at the child in his arms who just laughed and started to smack him

You sighed “you both are children”

So yeah he’s a fun and cool dad

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Zuko and Katara Won't Enable Each Other

Disclaimer: If you've read my stance on healthy couples in fiction, you know I'm not gonna care if they would, in fact, enable each other. Flaws & struggles are realistic and have a place in fiction. However, I do disagree with this sentiment and generally love to talk about Zuko and Katara's dynamic. So, here I am.

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One of the most common protests to Zuko and Katara as a pairing is the following:

Zuko and Katara are both prone to anger and making emotion-driven decisions. They must never be together, or they'll enable each other's worst tendencies.

One things needs to be clear. When making an argument it is with utmost importance to cite the text. Textual evidence is the proof one doesn't make things up to push their view. Without it, the argument becomes worthless words with no grounds in reality. So, what textual evidence do those who make the argument above cite?

In The Southern Raiders, Katara was going to murder her mother's killer. Such act would weight heavy on someone like her. It's an impulsive and dangerous decision. But Zuko didn't try to stop it, he was enabling that fury.

I've already discussed The Southern Raiders in-depth in its own post, so I won't repeat myself much here. On the post I explain that The Southern Raiders dealt with anger that Katara has been harboring since she was eight, it dealt with her deepest trauma. And by the end of the episode, Katara is changed by the experience, and Zuko admits to have been wrong and grows.

Therefore, The Southern Raiders is an outlier and would not repeat itself under normal circumstances. It is not textual evidence for Zuko and Katara enabling each other in a future romantic relationship. Thus, the argument has no textual evidence and can be disragarded.

If their dynamic is healthy, not enabling, shouldn't there be textual evidence to suggest this?

Not necessarily, since we didn't have much time with Zuko and Katara as friends. Additionally, the burden of proof is placed on those who make the claim. However, I did manage to gather some textual evidence that their dynamic already isn't what people describe it to be in canon.

Exhibit A: Sozin's Comet, Part 1: The Phoenix King

Here, Katara was already rightfully pissed off at A\ang for avoiding what, at the time, seemed to be his duty as the Avatar. She was going to angrily chase him, but Zuko rationally explained to her why he doesn't think it's a good idea. And she understood and calmed down.

Zuko doesn't enable Katara's rage and Katara doesn't keep pushing once she's offered a logical solution. They made a rational decision when it was the easiest to get even rightfully angry.

Exhibit B: Sozin's Comet, Part 2: The Old Masters

A\ang left them in the worst possible time. Katara already has abandonment issues (see: The Awakening), and the force he was supposed to fight is Zuko's abusive father. But they know they have to keep calm and track him down.

If they were controlled by their emotions together, we would see them get worked up. But we don't. Katara and Zuko once again made a rational decision.

Exhibit C: Sozin's Comet, Part 3: Into the Inferno

Zuko accepting Azula's offer to an Agni Kai could easily be seen as irrational. He would want to prove he can beat her. But when Katara thinks Zuko is making an emotion-based decision, she calls him out.

And even insists on it.

And then Zuko reveals that he did think clearly all along, and had a logical reasoning:

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In conclusion, the argument that Zuko and Katara would enable each other has no textual evidence. Time and time again they are proven able to make rational decisions without enabling each other's emotions. Thank you for reading.

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wangxianficfinder · 4 months

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I'm in the mood for...

Jan 27th

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1. Hi!!! I really love the fics that you post!! Recently I read Concord by Deastar and I really really loved it! Are there any similar fics like it? @yilinglaobunny / hi!! for the next itmf, do you have any recs that are like Concord by Deastar? down to the happy ending pwease but i love that level of angst :] thank u so much everyone!!

❤️ A Myriad of Blossoms by Itszero (E, 56k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, YLLZ WWX, Hurt LWJ, Cruel wwx, he’s cruel until he’s not, Protective WWX, Caring WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Dark WWX) I believer it's got angst which is somewhat opposite to how the angst is in concord but still ig it could work! lwj marries out and him & wwx knew eo but wwx is sort of rude in the beginning hence the angst

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2. For the next in the mood for- have you ever found any fics that either A) take place in texas or B) are modern fics where one of the characters is learning chinese? Sorry if thats like, too soecific.

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3. Hi! For the next ITMF could I get some recs for some angst? Specifically either a). WWX gets accused of something (doesn’t matter what) and LWJ doesn’t take his side, or b). Some wangxian arranged marriage. Thanks a lot!

3A)

🔒Life as a House by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU, Corporate Espionage, Post-Divorce, Father-Son Relationship, Reconciliation, Therapy, Angst with a happy ending)

Visitations by Vir_Abelasan (M, 18k, WIP, WangXian, past XiYao, Modern AU, Corporate Espionage, Post-Divorce, Reconciliation, Father-Son Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Custody Arrangements, Not a revenge fic, Past Abuse)

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4. Hello. I read a fic by deviyude thoolika called once upon a time do you know any fics out there with similar angst levels?

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5. ITMF a fic like brother-in-laws by lovable psychopath

similar in the sense that angst is fine and even welcome but i would like there to be certain comedy aspects about it nothing akl serious and depressing

and mainly a time travel fix-it preferably with begrudging jc and lwj co-operation!

thank you so much y'all do gods work i swear🫶 @body-inabyss-heart-inparadise

❤️ For Both Of Us (And Time Is But A Paper Moon) by sami (E, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Canon Divergence, Asexual JC, First Time, Getting Together, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ) the one where LWJ and JC go back in time together

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6. I was looking for any fics where Lan Wangji is a doula? Or a midwife or anything like that? Much appreciated.

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7. Hi! I’m in the mood for angsty mpreg. Preferably either complete or updating regularly! Don’t care who is carrying, so long as it’s wangxian. Fic about struggling with fertility can count for this too!

A Thousand Paths, a Single Mountain by RohansEarings (E, 79k, wangxian, WIP, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Mpreg, Miscarriage, Fertility Issues, Guilt, C-Section, Period-Typical Homophobia, Trauma, Smut, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Porn with Feelings, Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Hugs, Slice of Life) has regular weekly updates

Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, unplanned pregnancy, mpreg, gore, sunshot campaign, assumed miscarriage, medical procedures, childbirth, golden core reveal)

🔒A Scent of Pine in Winter by mondengel (M, 5k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, Childbirth, Mpreg)

efflorescent by mellowflicker (E, 21k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Infertility, Mpreg, Hurt/Comfort)

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8. For an ITMF I was wondering if there are any fics where wwx removes the blindfold on phoenix moutain and finds out it was lwj that kissed him / Hello! For a future mood post... I'm in the mood for fics where Wei Wuxian figures out that Lan Wangji was his mysterious kissing maiden in the woods either during/right after the kiss!

The Breaking of Your Soul (Upon My Lips) by sunsandships (M, 40k, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Golden Core Reveal, Happy Ending) WWX figures out it was LWJ immediately

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9. Are there any fics where wwx or lwj or both is/are racers? Or street racers?

The Fast and The Untamed by Beltenebra (E, 17k, wangxian, modern, Motorcycles, Adrenaline Junkie WWX, Getting Together, First Time, Frottage, Major Character Injury, non-permanent injury, Action/Adventure, Motorcycles as Swords, Stunt racing as Cultivation)

Let the streetlights guide you home by tellthemstories (M, 37k, wangxian, modern, UST, car racing, Mojo’s bookmark) cannot recommend the podfic by jellyfishfire highly enough

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10. Itmf fics more like: caught on 4k

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12. can u give me a bunch of wangxian and nielan fics? no 3zun and nielan doesn’t need to be there in equal measure - background nielan is good too ! @willesnelson

🔒❤️ shades of grey by cl410 (M, 58k, nielan, wangxian, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Protective NMJ, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family)

Beneath Your Skin by Wrenwolf (E, 147k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Tattoos, Small Town, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Humor, Angst and Humor, Sexual Humor, Bad Humor, Slapstick, Brotherly Love, explicit sex eventually, Two POVs, A touch of kink, Panic Attacks, Anxiety Disorder, Found Family, Rabbit-babies)

🔒Welcome to the Family Series by jiejieaini (E, 231k, WangXian, NieLan, XuanLi, Modern AU, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, London, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Adopted WWX, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reunions, Hand Jobs, Gay Sex, Consensual Non-Consent, Dom/sub Undertones, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Christmas, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, First Time, Public Blow Jobs, High School, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Blowjobs, Soft WangXian, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Family Fluff, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Drowning, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Dubious Consent, Rimming, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Marriage Proposal, Weddings, Nightmares, Adoption, Pregnancy)

found in translation by sysrae (E, 12k, LXC/NMJ, wangxian, modern cultivation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, not LQR friendly, Meddling brothers, Coming Out, Loss of Virginity, Under-negotiated Kink, slight breathplay, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Magic Mishap by Regency_Bunny (T, 8k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Single parent WWX, Fluff, Humor, Kid Fic, Meet cute, Love at first sight, Himbo LXC, Magic tricks)

A Piece Of Cake by NebulusCharlie (Not Rated, 39k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, fluffy nonsense, you know the drill, WangXian meet cute, Friends to Lovers, no magic, self indulgent fluffiness, All Good Vibes, Photographer WWX, Best man LWJ, LXC and NMJ's marriage)

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13. post break up fics, where they're both moping! modern aus but anythings good!! smrh sad maybe @bunnycoffeeumcat

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14. Hiya! Got two nsfw itmf requests - a) would love some “teaching one partner how to masturbate/have sex” fics, with any pairings except yi city and b) any Yanli centric pwp. Thank you!!

14A)

an inch away from more (than just friends) by occultings (microcomets) (E, 15k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, Femslash, Lesbian Sex, Genderbending, Pining while fucking, sexuality exploration, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Kissing, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Getting Together, Swim Team, Diving, Pool Sex, Outdoor Sex, Jealousy) WLW WangXian and a surprising amount of angst for what it is but still amazingly great

sideways by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 20k, wangxian, F/F, Modern, Cisswap, butch dyke LWJ, Casual Sex, not so casual sex, many many orgasms, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, strap-on sex, So much kissing, WWX gets rekt, straight girl WWX, except for how she isn’t) WLW again sorry, the best ones of these I have are WLW, I'll for MLM in a bit here

solstice: 那夏天的我们 by auberjing (E, 24k, wangxian, canon divergence, no sunshot campaign, cloud recesses study arc, masturbation, sex education, pining, smut, angst w happy ending, getting together)

Fentao-laoshi’s Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures by occultings (microcomets) (E, 31k, wangxian, canon divergence, pining while fucking, friends with benefits, first time, cloud recesses study arc, practice kissing, sharing a bed, jealousy, getting together, confessions, happy ending)

Push It by phonciblepbone (E, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, lwj FUCKS, so does WWX, straight boy wwx, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Pining while fucking, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Frottage, Rimming, Anal Sex)

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15. Hello!:D I’d like to know if you’ve got a high school/college AU comp? And if you don’t I’d like to ask wangxian high school or college recs for the next itmf. Thank you ☺️

keep up by mimilamp (E, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School AU, First Time, Practice Kissing, Practice hj, Sexual Content, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Pining while fucking, Teen Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dirty Talk)

boyfriend material by ricken (M, 41k, wangxian, college/university au, mutual pining)

please don’t let me be misunderstood by sysrae (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, getting hit by cars, Past Child Abuse)

❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff)

like, comment, share & subscribe by detectorist (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, YouTube, Social Media, Flirting, Humour, Banter, Getting Together, First Kiss, Texting, so much texting, Youtubers For Social Justice, The Gang Gets Political, Competitive Flirting Via The Medium Of Youtube, it’s about the yearning, YouTube Rivals To Lovers)

through a window softly by impossibletruths (T, 14k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Neighbors, Music, They Play Music Together But They’ve Never Met, It’s very romantic, Graduate School)

the moon lives in the lining of your skin by sarahyyy (M, 9k, wangxian, Modern, College/University, Friends With Benefits, Misunderstandings, Oblivious, Pining, Love Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Roommates)

Wei Wuxian’s Super Spicy Kissing Booth! by NoteInABottle (T, 4k, wangxian, Modern, Fraternities & Sororities, Kissing Booths, Kissing, Rush Week, College/University, disclaimer: author has never been in a frat, Pining, , Idiots in LoveHumor, Peppers, scoville scale, Food as a Metaphor for Love)

on your marks, get set, bake! by BlackWiresOnHerHead (G, 41k, Modern, College/University, The Great British Bake Off AU, Humor, no GBBO knowledge required for entry)

if you ever feel alone, don't by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 25k, wangxian, Modern, College/University, Texting, group chat au, Fluff, Fluff and Crack, everyone is chaotic but especially wwx, disaster bi wwx, Matchmaking, Bad Matchmaking, maybe a splash of light angst just for fun, the most dumbassery u have ever seen, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, an unholy amount of miscommunication really, chatfic, now with a bonus valentine's day chapter, Podfic Available)

But really, why? by Scrippio (T, 52k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JC/WQ, Modern, College/University)

Marks of weakness, marks of woe by Song_of_Storms (E, 40k, wangxian, WIP, Modern with Magic, College/University, Dark Academia, Rivals to Lovers, Dark LWJ, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Murder Mystery, Minor Character Death, Familiars, Fencing, Nonbinary NHS, Poison, Aftermath of Poisoning, LWJ's canonical inability to distinguish between immediate hatred and immediate attraction, furthering the LWJ/JZX/Mianmian friendship agenda, Heavy Angst, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Intrusive Thoughts, Blood)

How Wei Ying Went from Oblivious Idiot to Shameless Boyfriend in Three Days by misscam (T, 5k, wangxian, Modern, College/University, Getting Together, Humor)

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16. Please find fics where Lwj takes wwx back to Gusu @lostsoul234

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17. Thank you all for fueling my escape from reality. Itmf Su She is a jealous snake and gets what he deserves. 😈

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 762k, WangXian, WIP, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Feelings Realization, Getting Together, Sexual Tension, Supportive LQR, Light Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Period-Typical Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, WWX learns about his parents, First Dates, First Kiss, First Time, LWJ is confused, Then he is 100 percent on board, Kink Discovery, Kink Exploration, Bisexual WWX, Dual Cultivation, Slow Burn, Fix-It of Sorts, Not JFM friendly, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Fluff and Angst, Blood and Gore, Supportive LXC, Protective LXC, Canon Divergence, Inventor WWX, Eventual Smut, Possessive LWJ, Genius WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Scheming NHS, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Minor Character Death, NHS gets himself a beard (not the facial kind), POV WWX, Fluff and Smut, Burning of the Cloud Recesses) SS getting punished for his bullshit is a small part of the overall fic but it's notable that it happens more than once because he just Will Not Learn

Su She Eats his Heart Out by KizuKatana (T, 16k, wangxian, modern, Guest-starring the belated but incendiary sexual awakening of LWJ, 3rd person pov, SS is hyperfixated on LWJ, LWJ does his best to pretend SS doesn't exist, WWX isn't even pretending he really doesn't notice SS exists, MM exists and is awesome, implied offscreen wangxian sex)

🧡🔒 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 53k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)

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onlyvrse · 2 years

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the real thing

“figured i'd do some charity work, you know, let you fuck the real thing before training ends?”

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x female!pilot reader

summary: rooster can’t help himself in the shower rooms.

genre: smut, fluff if you squint

warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, fingering, oral m!receiving, dirty talk, praise, semi public sex, idk jackshit abt the navy so if anything’s inaccurate sorry!

a/n: the rooster smut saga continues.. c/s = callsign. both reader n rooster are pervy lmao, very lightly proof read.

word count: 4.1k

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rooster knew he had it bad for you. really fucking bad. but somehow it just keeps getting worse every little flirty interaction the two of you have, every time you'd call him by his name instead of his callsign- or any time you called him “roos” instead of rooster. the subtle lingering touches on his shoulder, when you’d bump into him on the way to the bathroom at night, smiling sleepily with tired doe eyes. any time you’d teasingly joke about how you were able to fly better than he could, everytime you called him lieutenant. every little interaction he had would get his mind racing, so confused whether you reciprocated his feelings or he was just in his own head, most instances however, end with him fucking his fist in the showers after training to the thought of you. he had it real bad.

it had only been around a month since the two of you rekindled your questionable fling. both of you graduated in the same top gun class a few years back, and you were being called back for an undisclosed mission. he had feelings for you back then, but seeing you almost three years later, you’d grown more into your frame and your facial features were more defined, the resurfacing emotions hit him like a fucking truck. every time you were called to attention, you’d somehow end up next to him, wavering his focus and making him laugh- but quickly change his expression to stoic when he felt the admiral’s eyes on the two of you. so when training started and your mannerisms continued just the same as years ago, it just got worse and worse for him. and to his never ending misfortune, fanboy and payback decided 200 push ups would be the punishment for getting shot down first by maverick. so there he was, in the scorching sun with hondo yelling out consecutive numbers everytime he pushed himself back up. “aw roos,” you coo, fixing your hair after having taken your helmet off. you crouch down next to him, hearing his heavy breathes as he continues to push himself through the exercise. you put a finger under his chin, and he swears he almost chokes at your touch, you force him to look up at you and you smile when you make eye contact, “doesn’t this prove that i’m better in the sky than you, lieutenant? got shot down by mav, poor baby.” he scoffs, flipping you off while you giggle and walk away. unbeknownst to the both of you, the entire squadron was watching from the window, placing bets on when you two were finally just going to admit your feelings for one another.

hangman is the first to speak, “what’s the bet they’ve fucked already?” he smirks, and phoenix shuts him down, “oh come on, c/s and rooster? you’d have to push the two of them in a bedroom before anything even happened.” bob laughs behind them before joining in, “even so, they still wouldn’t do anything.” “hey what’s the bet i can get’er before bradshaw does?” hangman speaks out and the entire room just glared at him. no one even needs to say ‘really?’ their eyes say it all. the group quietens down when you enter, quipping an eyebrow as they all meet your gaze. “what?” you ask, completely oblivious. “don’t you worry about it, gorgeous.” hangman chirps up and you roll your eyes at the cocky blonde aviator before taking a seat. rooster joins the rest of the squad shortly after, sweat still dripping from the tip of his nose. you give him a sympathetic smile when a voice cuts through the air. “training’s over for today, rest up for tomorrow. oh, and don’t forget to shower too. you guys stink.” you hear chuckles arise throughout the room, you make eye contact with phoenix, who sends you a wink and you look back in confusion, blinking profusely as if that would fix anything. what the fuck’s going on? people start filtering out of the room to their respective dorms and you take the opportunity to slip into your room and gather your things to shower.

you’d always waited a good half an hour for everyone to shower, or literally when everyone was going to bed. communal bathrooms were never your thing. you’d rather not have to see all of your colleagues half naked if you didn’t have to, saves from overhearing the boy’s locker room talk as well. you gather up your toiletries and walk towards the your locker, grabbing a fresh towel before beginning to strip.

today was no different for rooster, relieving himself in the showers after training. especially after the stunt you pulled today, it was so so subtle, but it set him ablaze. “got shot down by mav, poor baby.” your devious grin, with a finger under his chin forcing him to look at you. what he’d do for you to call him that unironically. god he had it bad.

you hear faint groaning as you’re untying your hair, completely stopping your movements out of curiosity of the noises. you hear a faint curse and your entire body heats up when you recognise the voice. rooster. you innocently assume he’s stubbed his toe or some dumb shit like that, so you dismiss it, wrapping a towel around your bare body as you make your way closer to the showers. “shit,” you stop in your tracks hearing the soft moan, selfishly biting your lip and walking towards the only occupied stall, a damp shower curtain between you and the man you’d been pining over for as long as you’d set your eyes on him. except this time, he’s bare- wet, and fucking himself. you wonder if it’s just a random jerk-off or if he’s got someone in particular in mind, so your curiosity gets the best of you and you lean back against the cold tiled wall, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for any sort of noise to come from the pilot.

he pumps his hands up and down his length, at an agonising pace. too caught up in his own head to even hear your faint footsteps walking around right outside. his bottom lip is between his teeth, his arm leaning against the shower wall, head resting against said arm while the warm water runs down his skin. he teases the head of his cock with his thumb, muttering out an expletive at the sensation.

your answer comes shortly after your half-joking thought. “god, y/n.” you freeze. hold the fuck up. huh? sorry? your eyes widen hearing your name, not even realising how tight your grip was on the hem of your towel. bradshaw, was jacking off, to the thought of you? no, that couldn’t be right. but there it was again, a faint grunt of your name. what the fuck is happening right now? you feel yourself growing wetter as you continue to listen in, albeit feeling slightly pervy about the entire confusing fucking situation but the arousal that was bubbling up inside of you put you past the point of caring. and so, for a reason you can’t really put an excuse to just yet, you push the curtain to the side, your eyes meeting his bare back. “whoops, wrong shower.” you quip, and his head snaps in your direction, wide eyed and startled like a deer caught in head lights. “y/n? what the fuck are you doing?” he squeaks out, desperately clutching for anything to cover himself. “what you think i didn't hear you? oh, fuck y/n, just like that-” his hand covers your mouth abruptly and you giggle against his skin, which sets his ablaze. “is this to torment me? are you going to blackmail me so i never live this down?” he rambles, eyes on the floor. “figured i'd do some charity work, you know, let you fuck the real thing before training ends?” you glance down at the hand covering his crotch. “y’know, instead of your right hand.” he hangs his head in embarrassment, “i'm kidding, dumbass. you’re not the only one having those thoughts.” “what?” “holy shit, you’re clueless. i like you, bradshaw. wasn’t it obvious?” you breathe out before closing the shower curtain and draping your towel over the shower wall and standing under the water next to him, completely bare. he cocks his head to the side, visibly and oh-so utterly fucking confused. “huh- what? what the fuck are you doing?” he says, completely exasperated and no clue where to leave his gaze. he curses himself as he feels his dick getting painfully erect again with the sight of you naked in front of him, water dripping down your skin. “what’s it look like i’m doing, rooster?” you quip, placing a hand on his chest, the other skimming over his bare shoulder. “what the fuck is happening?” rooster mumbles out quietly and you giggle, looking up at him. “y’gonna kiss me or what, bradshaw?” you didn’t have to ask him twice.

he crashes his lips onto yours, pushing you against the wall- you moan into his mouth and he swears it sounds like heaven. both of his hands are cradling your face, gentle, contrasting to what was happening with his lips. he bites your bottom lip and you gasp, slightly digging your nails into his shoulder. “y’dunno how long i’ve waited for this.” he mumbles against you, you smile before pressing a quick peck against his lips, “i’ve got somewhat of an idea.” you kiss him again, hungrily, and you whine when you feel one of his hands kneading the flesh of your ass, the other hand braces up against the shower wall. you both pull away, breathless, and you take a second to admire how pretty he looks like this. lips slightly reddened, face flushed, water dripping from his soft curls, the way his muscles ripple with every little move he makes. “hey, pretty girl, y’done staring?” he smiles at your eyes flickering all over his body, placing his pointer finger under your chin to make you look at him, the same thing you did to him earlier. you hum in response, grabbing his face to bring him in to kiss him again, you slide your tongue into his mouth and and arm snakes around your waist in response to this. you moan when you feel his dick brush by your lower stomach, deciding to lazily slide your hand up and down his length as he kisses you.

he groans into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of your hands on him, and you take the opportunity to situate yourself on your knees in front of him, staring up at him with doe eyes as he caresses the side of your face with his thumb. you teasingly lick at the slit of his dick and his hips thrust forward, looking up at him, when your gaze meets his fucked out state, smirking when he rests his hand on the side of your cheek, mumbling a ‘please’, and, fuck. who are you to deny such a polite request? “easy lieutenant.” you drawl out, before circling your tongue around the tip of his dick, a low moan coming from above you and you swear you get wetter just hearing him come undone. and so, because you can never say no to bradshaw, you take his length into your mouth fully, using your tongue to trace the pronounced veins as you bob your head, maintaining a rhythm as a choked moan leaves bradley. you use your hand to work at what you cant fit, although removing it when you attempt to deepthroat him, you did it occasionally, just to marvel in the sounds he makes. you take a breath, your lips leaving his cock with a lewd pop as you stare up at him, smiling, lips reddened and puffy. he cocks his head to the side, quipping an eyebrow as he smirks. “c’mere.” he whispers, his finger under your chin again, beckoning you to stand.

it’s not long before his lips are on yours again, but this time, you feel a finger running up and down your slick folds, causing you to let out a strangled moan at the sudden sensation, maybe a bit too loud of a moan now that you can hear it reverberating around the tiled walls. a hand wraps around your throat, his other hand still toying with your heat as he looks you in the eye, “as much as i wanna hear those pretty noises, not too loud, doll, okay? don’t want anyone knowing what we’re doing in here, hm?” you nod, shyly, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as he toys with your bundle of nerves, causing you to flinch when he pinches at your clit, you yelp and smack him- he chuckles, asshole. “sorry, s’too tempting,” you look up at him, trying to glare but smiling when you meet his gaze. at least he’s a cute asshole. he starts drawing delicate patterns against your clit and you moan into another kiss, tongue sliding into his mouth as you tilt your head, feeling the familiar white hot pleasure building into a coil in your stomach. you throw your head back against the wall when you feel a finger enter you, surprised by the sudden intrusion. his lips latch onto your neck, surely leaving bruises in its wake. you just hope your flight suit covers them. “feel good, princess?” he drawls and you nod eagerly, gasping out when you feel another digit inside of you, pumping in and out of your core selfishly, his thumb still lazily working at your clit. he quickens his pace, your senseless babbling noises of pleasure filling his ears like his favourite songs. your thighs are tensing already, god it's embarrassing how long it’s been since you’ve gotten any. he notices this, and of course switches his position to be kneeling in front of you, placing one of your legs over his shoulder as he begins to lap at your cunt- your hand flies to grab a fistful of his hair, a choked moan leaving your lips. he groans into your heat at the tug, sending vibrations throughout your core which only causes you to let out a string of curses. you cry out when you feel his fingers enter you again, thrusting at a relentless pace as he continues to flick his tongue against your clit.

he looks up at you and holy fuck, did he look good.

you could get used to this.

so, so used to this.

“holy fuck, shit-” you moan out, so lost in your own pleasure you don’t even feel the pain when you accidentally throw your head back too hard against the tiled wall. his stupidly gorgeous pornstache is adding a whole new sensation to this that you’ve never felt, and you grind against his mouth selfishly, the knot in your stomach tightening, “mm-fuck roos- gonna,” you cant even finish your sentence, a moan leaving you again when he sucks harshly at your clit and it’s all you need to topple over the edge. your entire body spasms, pleasure running all throughout your body as he never ceases his movements, his free hand is on your waist, drawing soft circles with his thumb as a way to signify he’s got you, helping you ride out your orgasm with his head between your thighs. but now he’s almost eye level with you, quick to stand up after finishing you off. and of course, him being quite a few inches taller causes you to tilt your head up to look at him, but you grab his face and kiss him hungrily, tasting yourself on his lips.

“what were you thinking of before i interrupted you, roos?”

he breaks away, forehead resting against yours, his hand tracing delicate circles along the small of your back. “what’dya mean?” he mumbles out, “when you were fucking yourself, what were you thinking of?” you drawl out, confused at where the sudden brashness came from but oh well, no take backs. “y’wanna know?” he questions and you nod slowly, biting your lip in anticipation.

his hands are on your hips, backing up so his back hits the wall instead before he spins you around, a hand guiding your back to bend over. you brace your hands against the wall instinctively and gasp when you feel his cock hit your ass. “sure you want it, princess?” he asks, and you’re too desperate to make a sarcastic remark. “just fuck me bradshaw, please.” you don’t have to turn around to know he’s grinning, “yes ma’am.” he lines himself up, teasingly running his length up and down- brushing against your already sensitive clit, which causes you to shiver. “bite your hand.” he says, and you look back, confused. “what? why the fuck would i-” he rolls his eyes before covering your mouth with his hand, before bottoming out inside you completely. there’s a muffled scream of “oh, fuck” that can still be heard despite his last-minute countermeasures, he’s just happy he dampened it, even if it was only a little bit.

“that’s why, darlin’.”

he says, giving you a second to breathe and adjust. you felt and saw it before, but having it inside you was a completely different experience, he was practically stuffing you full. and you didn’t mind one bit. you look back at him, and he winks at you. you can’t help but scoff that he’s so goofy even in moments like this. “permission to go?” you squint your eyes at him. “really?” he nods, amused grin on his face. now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “permission granted.” you barely have a second to process before his hips snap back against your ass, your mouth ajar as he ruts into you at a relentless pace. you could tell by the way he was just thrusting into you, this’d been building up over so many years. all the times you’ve unknowingly gotten him hard by addressing him by his last name with a desiring lilt in your voice, all the lingering touches after training. “y’dunno how long i’ve waited for this.” well. you could definitely feel it. your hands are flush against the wall, but your legs feel like jelly- your brain is so overwhelmed by the immense pleasure you’re feeling. “so pretty like this, c/s.” you hear him mutter, a hand placed on the small of your back while the other holds a steady grasp on your hip. he notices your absence of a response, constant moans leaving your lips every time he hits the spongey spot inside of you. “too cockdrunk to speak? who knew you’d be so needy for me?” you whine out again at the accurate accusation. “just for you,” you manage to get out, despite him never ceasing his movements. “you’re all snarky and sarcastic out there but you’re making all this noise just for me? if i’d known this’d shut you up i’d have done it ages ago, princess.” you’re about to let yourself be a little louder in response to this, but his hips come to a disappointing halt.

you look back at him and he places a finger over his mouth to signify you to be quiet. once he’s certain he’s heard footsteps he wraps an arm around your waist and hoists you up against the wall, you look down amazed how he’s holding you with one arm. he notices this, and smirks. “rooster? that you?” he makes eye contact with you when hearing the familiar voice of payback, slightly grinning. “yeah s’me, what’s up?” he responds, the sound echoing slightly. your eyes are wide when he lines himself up and starts thrusting into you again, a slow pace but he goes hard. this causes you to bite down on his shoulder to stop yourself from making any noise, making him wince a little as he continues his agonising teasing. “yeah once you’re done jacking off we’re going to the hard deck.” “yeah, yeah, i'll be there, piss off- wait why’re you in here anyway man?” rooster inquires, hips somewhat speeding up, your nails digging into his back, so sure to leave crescent moon marks the next day. “left my keys, i’ll see you there man.” he mutters a curt reply before facing your direction again, smirking when your head is still buried in the crook of his neck, arms draped around his neck lazily. he waits a few seconds, going at an antagonising pace to assure the unexpected visitor has left the showers before holding your legs up and rutting into you at the same relentless pace as before.

you cry out into his shoulder, tears prickling at your eyes. “you’re doing so well baby, taking me so well.” he comments, marvelling at the way your cunt sucks his length in everytime. you let your head rest against the wall, grabbing his face for him to look at you. he smiles softly at your fucked out expression, kissing at the tear that’d made its way down your cheek. “you’re so pretty, doll. you okay?” he asks, watching as you nod, your eyes dazed and glossy. “i’can take it.” you mumble out and he smiles softly. how is this man rearranging your guts and being so sweet at the same time? while you’re having these thoughts, he’s amused at the duality of you. how snarky and witty you are during training and in the sky, and the whimpering mess that was coming undone infront of him now. how cute. you both thought.

a hand attaches to your clit again and you bury your face further into his skin to muffle the choked moan, sensitive and eagerly awaiting your release. his hips still pumping into you relentlessly. you cry out in pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach about to release after the constant abuse to the spongey spot inside of you. “roos, g’nna- fuck-” you babble out into his shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the side of your head. “i got you princess.” you cum, hard, accompanied by a string of curses that leave your kiss-bruised lips. you’re practically limp against him now, relishing in the feeling of him filling you to the brim- his hips faltering slightly, signalling he’s not far off himself. “fuck, can i finish in you?” he grunts out, a loose strand of hair hangs in front of his eye. you nod taking your lip between your teeth again, “give me all of it, roos. please.” he moans lowly hearing you say that, throwing his head back as he lets himself go inside of you, an almost-forgotten warmth settling at your centre. “holy shit,” he whispers out, his forehead settling against yours. you kiss him tenderly.

“we should do that again some time.”

“really? you think so?” you giggle back, toying with the short strands of hair by the back of his neck. “please don’t tell me that's a one time thing- cause i actually really like you, i have since we first met and it’d suck balls if-” you cut him off with a kiss, feeling him smile against your lips.

“you’re an idiot, bradshaw. did you not remember me saying i was into you before you fucked me in a shower stall?”

he cocks his head to the side, a sheepish grin playing on his lips.

“definitely,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck. “yeah, no i totally remember that.” you both laugh as he sets your feet back onto the ground, an arm wrapping around your waist when your legs almost give out on you. “don't let that get to your ego, bradshaw.” he wipes his mouth with his hand to cover his smile, nodding his head in amusement. “let’s get you cleaned up.”

he’s gentle with you, lathering soap over your body and showering you with praise as he also washes your hair for you. you melt into his touch, the water changing into a less than comfortable temperature. “roos,” you mumble out, he looks at you with a questioning look. “water’s gone cold.” he runs his hand under it, confirming your statement before wrapping you in your long forgotten towel that was draped over the tiled wall. he places a kiss on your temple as he places his own discarded towel around his waist.

“I felt like a perv doing that.” “you felt like a perv? I was outside listening for like a solid minute.” he grins, “you were?” you regret your confession immediately. “oh, no wait fuck off i wasn’t, i wasn't! i take it back.” he bellows out in laughter before placing a hand on the small of your back. “you can’t take that back after my dick was in you, c/s.” you smack his chest, hard.

“shut up you fuck! what if someone heard that?”

“you’re worried about someone hearing that bit? of all things? really?”

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On March 9, 1977, Francine Hughes returned from business college to her Dansville, Michigan, home and put a frozen dinner in the oven for her husband, James. He didn't like it. Francine, he said, should be at home preparing meals for him, not running off to school. He beat her up, as he had done many times before; and to drive home his point he tore up her schoolbooks and term papers and forced her to burn them in the trash barrel. Twelve-year-old Christy Hughes called the police, who came to the house long enough to calm James down but declined, as they had many times before, to arrest him. They left James, tired from beating Francine, asleep in his bedroom. Determined to "just drive away," Francine piled the children into the family car. "Let's not come back this time, Mommy," they said. She carried a gasoline can to the bedroom, poured the contents around the bed where James lay asleep, backed out of the room, and set a match to it The rust of flame sucked the door shut.

Francine Hughes drove immediately to the Ingham County sheriffs office, crying hysterically, "I did it. I did it." She was charged with first-degree murder.

Dansville adjoins East Lansing, home of Michigan State University and consequently of many social-action groups. Within two months feminists and other interested people in the Lansing area had formed the Francine Hughes Defense Committee to raise money and public awareness for her defense. They were careful to say that they neither advocated nor condoned murder, but they held that women confronted with violence have a right to defend themselves. They argued that "Francine Hughes—and many other women facing similar charges—should be free from the threat of punishment," for Francine Hughes was a battered woman.

At the time wife-beating was a growing feminist issue, following close on the heels of feminist attacks upon rape, a crime it resembles in many ways. Both rape and wife-beating are crimes of violence against women. Both are widespread, underreported, trivialized, and inadequately punished by the legal system. Both are acts of terrorism intended to keep all women in their place through intimidation. In fact, rape is often part of wife abuse, though so far only a few states acknowledge even the possibility of rape within marriage. The chief difference between the two crimes is that while the victim of nonmarital rape must live with a terrifying memory, the abused wife lives with her assailant. Rapists are, in Susan Brownmiller's phrase, the "shock troops" of male supremacy. Wife-beaters are the home guard.

American feminists took up the issue of wife-beating when they learned in 1971 of the work of Erin Pizzey, founder of Chiswick Women's Aid, the first shelter house in England exclusively for battered women and their children. Rainbow Retreat, the first American shelter for abused families of alcoholics opened in Phoenix, Arizona, on November 1, 1973; and in St. Paul, Minnesota, Women's Advocates, a collective that began with a phone service in 1972, opened Women's House to battered women and their children in October 1974. Rainbow Retreat, during its first two and a half years, sheltered more than six hundred women and children. In St. Paul the five-bedroom Women's House sheltered twenty-two women and fifteen children during its first month of operation; less than a year later Women's Advocates were negotiating to buy a second house. Across the country the shelter movement spread to Pasadena, San Francisco, Seattle, Boise, Albuquerque, Pittsburgh, Ann Arbor, Boston, New York. To open a shelter was to fill it beyond capacity almost overnight. Suddenly it seemed that battered women were everywhere.

While activists opened shelters, researchers and writers set about documenting the problem of wife-beating or, as it came to be called more euphemistically in the academic literature, "domestic violence." The records showed that 60 percent of night calls in Atlanta concerned domestic disputes. In Fairfax County, Virginia, one of the nation's wealthiest counties, police received 4,073 disturbance calls in 1974. During ten months in 1975-76 the Dade County Florida Citizens Dispute Settlement Center handled nearly 1,000 wife-beating cases. Seventy percent of all assault cases received in the emergency room at hospitals in Boston and Omaha were women who had been attacked in their homes. Eighty percent of divorce cases in Wayne County, Michigan, involved charges of abuse. Ninety-nine percent of female Legal Aid clients in Milwaukee were abused by men.

The FBI guessed that a million women each year—women of every race and social class—would be victims of wife-beating. Journalists Roger Langley and Richard C. Levy put the figure at more than 28 million. Some said that one in four women married to or cohabiting with a man would become a victim; others said one in three. In some areas the incidence seemed even greater. In California the experts said one of every two women would be beaten. And in Omaha, the Mayor's Commission on the Status of Women estimated that 95 percent of women would be abused at some time. There scarcely seemed need of additional evidence, so the same statistics began to turn up in every new account, but repetitious as they were, they showed all too clearly that wife-beating is a social problem of astounding dimensions.

-Ann Jones, Women Who Kill

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i need to know!! from 1 to 10 how jealous do the ros get? and how do they act/show it?

Koda: About a 3. Despite being a shifter, he’s not the most territorial of people, unless pushed. If it’s nothing too serious/he actually notices, and he finds himself bothered by it, he’ll simple walk up to you and sling an arm around your shoulders or waist. If it is serious? He’ll probably let loose a growl while doing so, to ensure that the person doesn’t mistake you as single again.

Scarlett: A solid 10. You are hers, just as she is yours. Nothing, and no one, will ever change that. Which means she does not appreciate people trying to challenge said claim. It’s not the toxic sort of possessiveness wherein she doesn’t trust you to go anywhere without her, you’re your own person, but she definitely keeps an eye on you when at a party or something similar— just to ensure your safety. When she does get jealous? It’s either with the coldest fury, directed solely at the other person, or she simply grabs you by the wrist and takes you somewhere private.

Cyrus/Cyra: An 8. Phoenixes, by nature, are territorial and C is no exception. They try to rationalize everything when they are feeling territorial, thinking they’re being absolutely stupid for it, but that doesn’t stop them from how they’re feeling. They either get super sullen, completely lost in their thoughts as they try to figure various things out, or you’ll have a protective Phoenix on your hands, which isn’t something anyone wants.

Quinn: Around a 6. They’re laidback, but that doesn’t mean they appreciate someone trying to take what’s theirs. They don’t see you as property to lord over, but they do want to protect you— as any wolf-shifter mate wants to do. They’ll instantly be by your side, not moving an inch, until that person either folds under their stare or they’re forced to take you to a safer location; while they know you can take care of yourself, they don’t want you to be around any of that.

Caden: 1. They don’t really get jealous in a general sense, they may feel some level of longing/envy, but that’s about it. On the rare occasion that they do get jealous, their eyes flash dangerously and the room gets exponentially colder. That person will not have sweet dreams that night.

Sloane: Around an 8 or 9. Sloane hasn’t had a lot of people that really care about them as much as they care about you. So to have that now? They’re not going to want to lose it. They wouldn’t micromanage you, or try to dictate anything you do, but they will stick closer to you if they feel like someone is getting a bit too close for comfort. Would probably bite through more than a few cigarettes from their efforts to keep their growls/snarls at bay.

Blake: Before a relationship? 0. After a relationship? 9. You’re the most important person in Blake’s life and they’re not about to have someone try to interfere with that. They get super clingy when jealous, will be hanging off your arm the whole night or whispering various things into your ear (either sweet nothings or something a bit dirtier). They want your attention on them, and no one else. (If it was harmless then they wouldn’t really mind, but it just depends on the person.)

Reginald/Regina: A solid 5. Smack dab in the middle. It all just depends on the situation at hand. They know that they’re a human in a world of gods, pretty much, but they don’t let that drag them down. Especially not when they can someone like you theirs, they feel like the luckiest person alive because of that (doubly so that you call them yours). It takes just the right amount of events to spur their jealousy, but when it happens? They start barraging the person with various questions about you— “Since you know them so well, what’s their favorite color? Favorite book? What about their favorite snack, huh?”— all the while their hand is snugly in yours.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: koda kingston #ro: r presley #ro: caden randall #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks #jealousy

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“Together” Part One

Part 2

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Jake have been friends since their time at the Naval Academy. The two of them acting as each others’ refuge during every up and down. But when a death in the family rocks Y/N’s foundation the two are forced to acknowledge the reality that their feelings for one another go far beyond just a friendship.

Warnings: Smut + language + drinking + mentions of death in the family

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Music blasted from the jukebox, the lyrics jumbling into the chaotic sea of voices as the Hard Deck sat full to the brim. The backdoors to the beach were thrown open in a feeble attempt to provide some airflow, but the breeze was lost in the crowd. Leaning back against the wooden counter, your eyes scanned the room, never stopping for too long on any one group of people. By the dart board stood a group of new Top Gun recruits, the euphoric pride that came with the first few hours spent in Fighter Town painted clear on their faces. Across the bar, an eruption of high-pitched laughter caught your attention. Snapping your focus in that direction, your eyes locked on a gaggle of civilian women who were downing shots like their lives depended on it. Their eyes swept across the floor taking in the plentiful khaki uniforms like a pack of lionesses on the hunt.

Flowing their path of attention you couldn’t contain your huff of amusement. Landing on the pool table you watched as your friends, and fellow aviators stood gathered around one another engrossed in a rather intense game of pool. Your gut roiled as you watched one of the ladies gawk openly at Hangman in a pitiful attempt to gain his attention and affection. While you knew it shouldn't, their actions brought up what you could only describe as feelings of jealousy. Wanting to ignore that revelation, you were more thankful for the timing of your drink's arrival.

Movement behind the bar accompanied by Penny’s calm and collected voice was what finally tore your attention away.

“Here ya go Y/C/S, one Long Island for you, and a beer for Seresin.”

“Thanks, Pen., much appreciated.”

Throwing her a quick smile you snatched up the glass, and pulled the straw in between your lips. Releasing a deep sigh of contentment as the liquor slid down your throat, you began the walk back to the rest of your group. The short trip proved to be difficult as the throngs of overly intoxicated people hindered your movement causing you to bob and weave through the crowd. Clearing the bulk of the throng, a boisterous voice boomed out of the distance to you.

“Well, if it ain’t Y/C/S, and look fellas… she brought me a drink.” humor and sarcasm mixed lightly in Jake’s voice. His wide, bright smile flashed in your direction as he stood by with a pool cue in his hand. With the back of his thighs pressed into the edge of the table, he waited to stand fully until you were in front of him.

Extending your hand, you offered the beer to him as you spoke, “We’re even now, Seresin. Enjoy the free drink.”

“Oh come on now, Y/N, don’t be bitter. Fair’s fair, it’s not my fault you lost.” dishing out a sly smirk, he continued on, “Told ya’ choosing Baby On Board over there as your partner for pool was a bad idea.”

“Screw you, Bagman.” the banter between you two flowed easily, the crude nature of it all masking the true nature of your friendship.

“That offer is always on the table darlin’, you know that. All you have to do is ask.” Taking a long swig of his drink, his eyes never left you as he awaited your response.

“You’re disgusting,” you said with a smile, "but I’ll let it pass. ‘Cause I know it's been a while… and ya get kinda desperate during your dry spells.”

“She’s got ya there man.” Coyote’s smooth voice could be heard over the roar of laughter that rolled through the rest of the group as you walked away.

Climbing into one of the empty high-top seats, you sat back and took in the scene unfolding around you. Phoenix stood next to Rooster, their focus on the pool table in front of them as they strategized a way to overcome the absolute hole Bradley had dug himself in his game against Hangman. Bob sat in his usual spot, a plastic cup of peanuts in hand as he chatted away with Fanboy. Coyote was just off to the side talking with Payback as Hangman bent low over the table, his hips flush with the edge as he lined up his next shot. Methodically, and with great precision, Jake followed through, the sharp crack of the balls hitting one another rang in your ears for a moment before softening as they dropped into the pockets.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen… is how you cook a chicken.” Standing back up, Jake threw you an award-winning smile and wink. Shaking your head side to side, you raised your glass to him, accepting the gesture for what it was, an expression of your friendship.

Handing the pool cue over to Coyote, Jake picked up his beer from the ledge he’d sat it on before and began to make his way over to you. Closing half the distance in a few strong strides, he watched as your eyes snapped to the phone that was sitting on the table next to you. Halting in his tracks, worry flooded his stomach as he took note of the way your whole body tensed. The lines between your brows deepened as you looked down at the screen.

Stumbling out of the chair, you blindly moved toward the patio door. Pushing out onto the sand, anxiety rushed over you in drowning waves. Trembling, you drew in a shaky breath before sliding your finger across to answer.

“Mom? What the hell’s going on? It’s gotta be after one in the morning your time.”

“There’s been an accident, honey. Your brother’s plane… it went down over the water, and-”

“What are you sayin’ mom?”

“He’s gone, Y/N. They tried…”

The rest of her words failed to reach your ears as the rush of the ocean gave way to a deafening ring. Panic began to close the world in around you, your breaths turning into jagged gasps as your mother's words sunk in. Unable to speak, your knees went weak as the tears began to fall in heavy streams down your cheeks. Feeling your legs buckle, you turned back toward the Hard Deck, and that’s when you saw him. Fresh sobs ripped from your lungs as you stumbled toward Jake.

Making his way across the beach to you, he wasted no time in scooping you up, his strong arms surrounding you in a protective embrace. Wrapping your arms around his back, you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, holding onto him for dear life.

“He’s gone, Jake. Matt’s gone… his plane…” Sobs wracked your body as the torrent of emotion stripped away your ability to form coherent thoughts.

Pulling you tighter, Jake fought back his own emotions. His throat squeezed tight as if being closed in a vice. The gravity of what had happened churred like acid in his stomach. The greatest fear of every aviator and their family had hit the person he cared about most in this world, and while he always knew this could happen to any of you, that did nothing to prepare him for seeing you like this. But it was not yet his turn to fall apart.

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Feeling your body begin to sag from exhaustion, Jake kept a firm, but gentle grip on you as he walked toward the parking lot. Knowing the barrage of concerned questions that would come your way if he took you back through the bar, he led you around the side of the building to his truck. The passenger door opened smoothly under his touch as he helped you into the seat. His normally steady hands shook as she fastened the seatbelt around your waist. Not giving himself time to wallow in thought, Jake carefully shut the door and made his way to the other side. With a quick text sent to Coyote asking him to let Penny know he’d settle your tabs as soon as he could, he began the short ride back to your off base home.

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Throwing the truck into park, Jake sat silently with you in the cab. Your heels dug into the back of your thighs as you pressed your cheek into the cool glass of the windows. Tears still flowed freely, but the fatigue that had taken hold of your limbs prevented you from moving. At a loss for words, Jake sat with his hands strangling the wheel, his knuckles white from the pressure of his grip. The night grew more solid around you as time drifted by unnoticed. Gathering what little energy remained, you spoke your plea softly.

“Take me inside Jake.”

Answering you with actions rather than words, Jake removed himself from his seat and came to your side. Watching him through the window, you righted yourself enough for him to open the door. Reaching inside once again, he unlatched your seatbelt before helping you step from the vehicle. Laying a hand on your lower back, Jake took you one step at a time into the house.

He moved on autopilot through the hallway toward your bedroom. Flicking on the lights, he allowed your eyes to adjust before continuing on. Standing in front of him, you looked up into his eyes for the first time since he came to find you on the beach. Sorrow pulled at the corners of his eyes, the normally brilliant green, dark with grief and worry.

“Let's get you ready for bed, okay? We can deal with the next steps in the morning.”

Giving permission with a subtle nod, you felt Jake’s hands run up the outside of your legs before dipping under the hem of your shirt. Unlike himself, and many of the other aviators, you never wore your uniform to the Hard Deck. Opting almost always for a comfortable shirt and shorts, and this night was no different. The time-worn cotton was buttery in his hands as he tugged the shirt over your head, and tossed it in the general direction of the hamper that sat across the room. Trying to focus on the present, he pushed the thoughts of the day you first borrowed that shirt from him out of his head. Making quick work of the button and zipper on your shorts, he knelt on the ground as he slid them down your legs. The shiver that ran through your body as he ghosted over your skin did not go unnoticed.

“Hold on to my shoulders.”

Placing your hands where he asked, you could feel the strong muscles move beneath his shirt as he helped you out of the shorts. Gently caressing your ankle, he picked your foot off the ground, placing it down again gently. Repeating the process, Jake stared up at you from his spot on the floor, his free palm firmly planted on your hips as he gather the strength to continue. Inhaling deeply, Jake returned to his feet, his hands found your waist as his brow came to rest on yours.

“Tell me what you need, Y/N.” Jake’s voice wavered but failed to break as he spoke.

“Need to feel you.” your hands drifted along his waist and over his chest, seeking the comforting warmth of his skin beneath your touch.

Jake’s breath quickened as you threaded your fingers into his hair. Using the little strength that remained in your arms, you tried to pull him in, but your movement was met with resistance. He wanted this, if he was honest the thought of having you, of admitting his feeling for you was something that had constantly been on his mind since returning from the Uranium mission. His body yearned for you, but this was a bridge that neither of you had crossed. And while every fiber of his being was screaming at him to give in, he couldn’t suppress the worry of what stepping over this line would do to your friendship. The bone-deep fear of ruining the one consistently good thing in his life, his relationship with you, kept him locked in place.

“Please, Jake… I need you.” your lips ghosted over his as you spoke. Pure desperation for him took hold of you… body, mind, and soul.

"Fuck, Y/N..’.”

Letting go of pretense and his better judgment, Jake crashed his lips to yours, drawing a small gasp from you. Cupping the back of your head, he deepened the kiss, the taste of the alcohol you’d both consumed still on your tongues as you explored one another. A heady groan echoed from him as his other hand snaked around your back and pulled you flush to his chest. Without breaking apart, Jake guided you back to the bed. Tenderly, he placed you onto the mattress as he followed you down, his knee pressing into your core as your lips moved in sync. The small seed of doubt that still sat in his chest, melted away as he soaked in the feeling of you beneath him.

Supporting his weight with one hand, the other raked over your body as he kissed over every inch of exposed skin he could find. Paying attention to the way your body moved below him, Jake snaked his hand behind your back and unclasped your bra. Removing it with less ease than he would have liked, the garment was tossed away to the depths of your room. Enraptured with the sight of you, Jake leaned into your touch as you freed him of his clothes. Finding your lips again, the two of you stayed like this, exploring each other’s body’s with your mouths and hands until the need for more consumed you.

“Touch me.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Gingerly, Jake swept his fingers over your stomach before teasing over the top of your underwear. The sensation was not enough and yet all too much for your body to process. Jake slowly peeled your underwear down your legs before laying a wash of open-mouthed kisses along your supple skin. Reaching the apex of your thighs, his warm breath drifted over your core as your hand settled in his hair.

“Fuck, Jake, please.” You whined out, overcome with the desire for his touch.

Brushing his lips over your aching heat, Jake couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped him. Taking his time, he brought you closer and closer to the edge, his tongue working in diligent motions as his fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place. The sounds of your shared pleasure filled the room, pushing out the sadness that was sure to come crashing back in for just a moment of reprieve. Feeling you edging closer to your release and knowing that he wasn’t far behind, Jake moved back on top of you, his lips never leaving your skin as he traced delicate patterns over your body with his hands. Slotting your lips together, he nearly choked at the feeling of your hips coming up to grind against him.

He needed you in a way he’d never experienced before with anyone else. Reaching down between you, Jake aligned himself with you, barely pressing into you as he spoke, “This okay darlin’?”

“Yes.” Wrapping your arms around his solid frame, you pulled him down to kiss you.

Pushing in gently, he took his sweet time, enjoying every feeling that poured through his body. Feeling you so soft and welcoming around him, Jake felt his hips stutter as he worked to find a rhythm. Your every thought was clouded with him as your head dropped back into the mattress. Seeing you coming undone, Jake picked up his pace. It didn’t take long for him to catch onto the changes in your body. Your breathing came in rapid pants, as your legs moved higher around his hips. Your nails dug crescent moons into the wide expanse of his back, as you drew closer and closer to the edge.

Losing control, his hips began to falter as he felt you clench around him, your mouth dropping open with the force of your climax. Nearly there himself, Jake tried to move away, but your hold on him became impossibly stronger as you begged him not to pull away. Giving into your wants and his, he leaned down and buried his face in your neck as he tipped over the edge. His whole body was wracked with spasms. Staying like this for a minute to catch his breath, you let your hands wander over his back and into his hair. The strands were soft and silky between your fingers as you two fought for control of your lungs.

With time, the pair of you began to feel your bodies relax. A shiver ran through your body as the chill of your bedroom finally hit. Rolling onto his back, Jake took you with him, allowing you to tuck yourself into his side. Yanking the cover over you the best he could, he settled back onto the bed. With your head resting in the crook of his shoulder, he ran his fingertips down your spine in a featherlight graze. Savoring the gentle touch, you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Laying there together, a mess of tangled limbs and bunched-up sheets, you and Jake absorbed what remained of the happiness that emanated from one another, but it couldn’t last forever.

Slowly, but surely, the tangled knot of grief returned to you, settling deep in your chest as it crushed your heart. Unwanted tears began to flow as reality came crashing back in, your brother was gone, and no amount of wishing could bring him back. Jake could feel the dampness of your tears pooling on his chest, as he held you a little closer.

“We’ll get through this together, Y/N. I promise.”

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To set something straight, I've been making theories about this guy the second I heard his backstory (big spoilers ahead!)

At first, hearing about how Capsaicin Cookie was born from a lava lake, instantly gave me the idea that his birth was the result of an experiment gone wrong. And when "Legend Of The Red Dragon" came out within an update later, my gears only turned even more, later theorizing that Capsaicin Cookie was likely the result of the first attempt in making the puppet dragon

I would go on to soon drop due to not having enough information to properly cover it, but thanks to the beast yeast, like a phoenix, theories were born from the ashes anew! But not just theories my friends, a full blown prediction!

Now this was said a few times already, but I'll say here for good measure: Capsaicin Cookie is, in some way, connected to the beasts in some, more specifically, Burning Spice Cookie

I mean, c'mon! The evidence is right in front us!

They have similar character designs

They have similar color schemes

Both have something to do with spice

They're in the same frickin pose

And the fact that Capsaicin used to rely so much on him "holding back," and Burning Spice being notorious for destruction is just too perfect

Ok with all the information out of the way, I've narrowed it down to three regarding Capsaicin's creatio. It's either:

A. Capsaicin was the original "empty" vessel for Burning Spice, but something happened, causing in his birth

B. Burning Spice could be a great ancestor of Capsaicin, which would explain why his was locked away in the first place, maybe whoever locked him up knew of the beasts and saw him as a threat

C. Burning Spice could be a part of Capsaicin in some way(TLDR: pulling a Steven Universe)

At the point l, you might be wondering, "Sure, these are possible theories, but what about the prediction?" Well friends, may I direct you to our second key player, Golden Cheese Cookie. Now, knowing that everyone in her kingdom is basically in a coma, and seeing her friends forming armies for the war, it's pretty logical that she'll have to find other cookies to volunteer to fight in the war, but has every reason not to. Mostly due to what last time, the main reason is that she gets attached way too fast, way too easily. Fortunately, other ancients are very understanding of this, but do try to convince GC into doing the right thing, and eventually through one way or another, she ends recruiting Capsaicin for the war

Their relationship is very slow burn, with GC showing Capsaicin nothing but tough love as to not get attached to him(think Toph from ATLA) but ends not working for her, and slowly and surely, the two get close, like mother and son. . . At some point in the story, it isn't long for a certain someone to find out about their relationship

Now tell me, what sounds more metal. . ?

Learning about your past, and being forced to kill your mother figure due to her "stealing what's ours!"

Or Getting closure after loosing so much, just be forced to harm your adopted son after finding out his origins

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #capsaicin cookie #burning spice cookie #put on your tin foil hats people #also may or may not have another post in the works #stay tuned^^#golden cheese cookie

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shinycupcakebaker · 10 months

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Hey, Mel! I don’t know what was going on with tumblr yesterday, but every time I tried to find your blog, it said it didn’t exist. 🙄 Stupid tumblr. 😒 Anyway, here is a list of my favorite Top Gun writers on here:

@discount-shades - She has two canon Jake series that are awesome and she just started a Jake Western AU (they’re all outlaws) that’s amazing so far.

@teacupsandtopgun - She has a phenomenal Jake x OC (Felicity March) that is sweet and spicy! She also has some gut-wrenching stories for Fanboy and Bob.

@topgun-imagines - She writes for both movies and her current Jake series is so heartbreakingly good!

@sometimesanalice - She mostly writes for Bradley and her Like I Can series is enough to make you swoon.

@desert-fern - She’s in the middle of a Jake series featuring a team of Navy Seals that enlist the Daggers’ help to take out a corrupt foreign power in the Middle East. Her Reader, Bear, is the commander of the Seal Team and she gives Jake sooo much shit! She also wrote a really sweet Fanboy oneshot about the Reader being completely overwhelmed with work and life and how amazingly sweet Mickey is about it. (It’s not quite a “sick” fic, but it is comforting)

@mayhemmanaged - She has two new series (both AUs) with Jake. One is being cowritten with @cassiemitchell about a group of vigilante women helping to protect abused women and all them are married to the men on the task force who are trying to catch them! May’s other story is about a dystopian society where Jake’s family are basically American royalty and he falls in love with a woman who isn’t “noble.”

@roosterforme - She has soooo many Bradley series. She also has some oneshots of Bradley, Jake, and Bob that are really good.

@tongue-like-a-razor - She is in the middle of two Jake series that I love. Less Talk and Brother’s Best Friend (Bradley’s little sister is the Reader in that one) they’re both slow burns which I love!

@startrekfangirl2233-writes - She’s in the middle of a kiss prompt challenge and has about a dozen one shots with the guys from both movies and different types of kisses. She also wrote a Bob oneshot that absolutely broke my heart!

@ohgodnotagainn - She’s in the middle of a coffee shop AU with Bob and the Daggers and it’s just so sweet and fluffy!

@beyondthesefourwalls - She’s writing a Bradley series about an ex-girlfriend that comes back into his life, but she’s got this creepy coworker that’s stalking her and making her life a living hell. It’s so good so far, and we’re only on Part 5!

@wkndwlff - She has some Bradley oneshots that are really good! The Sunday Scaries isn’t a “sick” fic, but Bradley is super comforting in that one.

@sylviebell - She just started a Bradley x Natasha series that seems like it’s going to be amazing! It’s a fake-dating, friends to lovers fic and those are some of my favorite fics!

@say-al0e - I’ve only read one of her fics, Home Run, but it’s a friends to lovers with Bradley that just blew me away.

@sweetwhispersofchaos - She writes Bob x Phoenix and I’ve only read one of her stories, Tomorrow, but it was so good I can’t wait to binge the rest of her masterlist.

I hope you find enjoy a few of the fics from these awesome ladies! BTW, I’ve got the sequel to That Part written and queued up for Tuesday. (I might have already told you that, but I can’t remember.) It’s a bit spicy, so be warned! 😏😏🔥🔥 It’s very music-centered and I’ve created a couple playlists that I’m going to post this weekend if you want to listen and set the mood for the story. ❤️

Becca!!! Oh my goodness!!! You are amazing beyond words!! I will check out all of these masterlists. I think I have browsed a few of them but I will dive deep into them all. I did find a sweet Bob x sick reader fic. Reader woke up with strep on their birthday. I had to giggle, only b/c my birthday is next week (27th) and if I wake up sick(er), I will not be happy. But, I’m feeling better. Everything seems to have moved from my head into my chest. I’d rather deal with a cough and not sore teeth and sinuses. Lol

I cannot wait to read part 2 of That Part!! Bring on the spice!! You’re awesome!! ❤️❤️🥰🥰

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curioushabitforarivergod · 17 days

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what would the doctors visits tom apparently endured have been like? what if he had been institutionalized as he apparently feared? what would have happened to him?

Sorry this took a little while! I had to do some research for this because I'm not super familiar with healthcare from this period.

This is potentially triggering for ppl who are neurodiverse or experience mental/chronic conditions as I'm discussing outdated language and treatments, some which are still prevalent today despite medical suggestion. So after the first part on general healthcare, I'm going to put the rest as hidden.

From what I can gather, general healthcare (like doctors) were largely free for working men, but that left women, children, the unemployed and homeless without. This also means Tom. Tom would've likely been treated, if he ever got ill (and I think its mentioned in Order of the Phoenix that wixen don't get the same health issues that muggles do, although that may just be JKR batshittery), by one of the staff at the orphanage, who would prescribe cod liver oil for colds and thats about it. Penicillin was only discovered in 1928 so its likely kids were still dying from infections, especially in the orphanage. A doctor might've been called for something more serious like a broken bone, but operations still were being done on stuff like kitchen tables, so I wouldn't trust a 20s/30s doctor. There would've been a sanitarium (basically a sick room) although I can imagine that children went there to essentially die, especially from the more dangerous conditions that were rife at the orphanage, which I also discussed here.

(This next part is the potentially triggering section. Read at your own discretion.)

Tom is commonly read, particularly to outsiders (as we are when we view him through others eyes), as neurodiverse or with an Anti-Social Personality Disorder. Especially with his magic, he likely would've been perceived the same way by those at the orphanage, most prevalently by Ms Cole and others in charge as kids just don't notice these things. Germany's Aktion T-4 during the 30s an 40s (the proposed eugenics and selective breeding, but in reality murder, of anyone 'mentally retarded') mirrored the attitudes of the first half of the 20th century. Not a lot was known about how children think anyway, so they were often treated as mini adults or dolls, despite children not even having the mental capacities to comprehend why they're doing something until they're literally 15.

Tom (with whatever condition he does have) would have fallen under the Mental Deficiency Act (1913) which was passed almost unanimously with only 3 votes against it. It was a step forward from the previous Idiots Act (1886), but the language and treatment was still poor. It categorised people into four groups:

a) Idiots. Those so deeply defective as to be unable to guard themselves against common physical dangers. b) Imbeciles. Whose defectiveness does not amount to idiocy, but is so pronounced that they are incapable of managing themselves or their affairs, or, in the case of children, of being taught to do so. c) Feeble-minded persons. Whose weakness does not amount to imbecility, yet who require care, supervision, or control, for their protection or for the protection of others, or, in the case of children, are incapable of receiving benefit from the instruction in ordinary schools. d) Moral Imbeciles. Displaying mental weakness coupled with strong vicious or criminal propensities, and on whom punishment has little or no deterrent effect.

It suggested institutionalisation was the best response to these conditions, and the now-obsolete Board of Control for Lunacy and Mental Deficiency oversaw this implementation of 'care'.

Tom wouldn't have been aware of what occurred in these places (lobotomies and shock therapy of various kinds for 'treatment', including insulin and forcing seizures; but also horrible treatments of patients by 'carers' including violence and abuse), but would know that it meant you were crazy. Bedlam (12th century — present) was notorious based on rumours alone. Tom would've been genuinely fearful of what happened in those places even though he had no idea himself.

I remember playing games about asylums when I was a kid, and I doubt children in Tom's time were much different, but there was no one around to de-stigmatise and so rumours perpetuated. I think Tom was very scared because he believed his magic was a sign of insanity or a hallucination, and although he probably wasn't politically aware, he realised his own ability to hurt and was afraid of what that meant for him. To Tom, as a young child knowing nothing about his strange powers, being crazy was just as frightening as death because it meant the end of freedom.

#tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle meta #hp meta #mental health just wasnt a thing until pretty much the 90s #hp historical context #harry potter meta #the fact that bedlam is still around today gets me #like its mentioned in historical documents and shakespeare went there #and we get the word bedlam (meaning confusion or uproar) from it #ask #anon ask

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callsignmercy · 2 years

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Baby, please don’t go. - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

Prompt: You and Jake are Top Gun sweethearts but a fuck up on his part is never far. How will you handle the heartbreak and how will you manage being reunited with him after so long?

Words: ~4,5k

Warning: Jake being a dick, phoenix and Coyote being the best wingmen ever, fluff, soft!Jake

Note: Highly unedited, English is not my first language, sorry for the easy vocabulary and bad grammar. Please do not republish, translate or do whatever with my work.

Y/C/S: your callsign

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You know, it is so hard to leave. Until you leave. And then, it is the easiest goddamn thing in the world.

It was so easy being with him. And now the emptiness that he left in your heart feels like it’s gonna swallow you whole.

Jake was your everything. It hadn’t started on the easiest path though.

“You’re a fucking pain in my ass you know that?” He said with gritted teeth. Top Gun was known to be hard, so you gave it everything you had, up to the point of being as good as mister Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. He tried to beat you everyday, at every flight course, every dogfight, every class, every exam but you ended up tying with him in everything. You knew being a girl was complicated in a man’s field such as this one, but you were competitive and you knew that you couldn’t let this one go.

But the last day Jake finally beat you at something and you knew he’d just won Top Gun, with you coming only in second place. You were devastated. Of course being second would earn you a good place in a top squadron anyway but you really wanted California and the Vigilantes.

But Jake took that away from you too. There was only one available spot there and he took it. Mainly to piss you off. You were forced to select your second option: the Black Aces.

That night you were all celebrating at The Hard Deck but the ambiance was too much for you at some point. Jake being an obnoxious brat as usual, telling whomever wants to hear that he’d just won Top Gun not without mentioning the fact that you arrived second.

But the worst part is, you came second because you let him win. But he didn’t know that.

During your bickering with Jake you’d learn that he was the first in his family to be in the Navy, the first to be a naval aviator, the first to make it to Top Gun, the first in everything. You knew he wanted to win to make his parents proud and support them with the money he’d earn being in the army. And being first or second didn’t really matter to you in the end you’d still be the first girl on top.

So you let him win. During that last day, that last flight course, you’d slow down your plane just a bit, just a knot, to make it to the finish line a fraction of a second after him and without anyone noticing and being suspicious of your action.

As you got down your plane you put a fake angry face on and pretended you were mad that he won, leaving you in second place but really you were happy seeing him this happy.

You rolled your eyes as he came up to you saying how he was the best and you just couldn’t keep up with him but you didn’t mind anymore. Seeing him happy made you happy, and to you right this second it was all that mattered.

That evening at The Hard Deck after hearing Jake brag for hours you went out the back door discreetly and sat down on the beach watching the waves crash on the Californian sand. You knew you wouldn’t see most of them again, being dispatched all through the US and the islands around the world, and you were sad thinking that you probably wouldn’t see Jake anymore. You knew you weren’t stationed far from each other but the army didn’t leave you a lot of time to socialise. So you thought of what could have gone differently in order for you to stay close to him or see him again frequently.

But who were you kidding? He didn’t like you like that anyway. If anything he hated you for being such a strong competitor the previous weeks. Sadness came flooding into you just like the waves you were watching and tears crept their way up your eyes flooding them. Sat on the beach, chin resting on your knees, watching the ocean you let the tears fall down your suntanned cheeks.

“Can I sit here?” The sound of Jake’s voice startled you. You quickly wiped away your tears and nodded your head.

“Why did you slow down?” He asked. “What?” You replied, voice breaking because of the sadness. “We were at the exact same speed, wing to wing on that flight course, we were gonna make it on the line together but you slowed down. I saw you, even though you think nobody noticed I did because I was right next to you back there. You slowed down. Why?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You replied.

“Come on Y/N admit it. Why did you slow down?” “I thought there was something wrong with my jet.” You lied. “Bullshit, I checked the parameters when we came back. You slowed down on purpose and I know it, what I don’t know is why you did it.” You stayed silent and looked straight in front of you.

“Y/C/S did you let me win?” You stayed silent once more but shifted your gaze and looked at your feet in the sand. Jake understood what it meant. “You did? But why?”

“I heard you talk with Coyote the other day, saying how you wanted to make your parents proud and everything, so I did it in order for you to achieve that. You know I really am a nice person believe it or not, I do have a heart and I do acknowledge other people’s feelings, even though those feelings are the one of an obnoxious ass, no offence intended.” Jake stayed silent for a few seconds, taking in what you had just told him.

“Wait, you did that for me? But you hate me.” “I’ve never hated you Jake, you were just competition and in my way, up to the top. But I never hated you, if anything seeing you smile makes me like you a little bit more, you look less of an ass.” You smile.

“But don’t you want to make your parents proud?” “My parents are both dead.” “Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” “It’s fine Jake, you’re fine. They’ve been gone for a few years now, I’m okay. Top Gun was a dream after I became a naval aviator and of course winning would have been a bonus but I’d rather be happy seeing someone else win if they deserved it more than me. You’ve been a great competitor Jake, and I’m happy you could make your parents proud like you did.”

You looked at him and smiled softly. Jake looked at you searching your eyes for any kind of lie in anything you’ve just said but he couldn’t find any. You were genuinely happy for him. The next thing you know Jake’s lips are on yours in a soft, butterflies inducing kiss.

“I’ve never hated you either, I like you Y/N and thank you for letting me win. But you know my parents would have been proud even if we tied for first place.” He said as he pulled back from the kiss, still inches from your face. “It’s okay, I really don’t mind you being on top.” You kissed him again and he smiled at the innuendo pushing you back slightly to lie on the sand.

After that night, You and Jake went on a few dates and became boyfriend and girlfriend.

Being separated from each other wasn’t a really big deal at first but it really took a toll on you after a few years.

You and Jake had talked of marriage and children and living together but everything went down the drain that dreadful night.

You were on leave and Jake was supposed to be too but he was nowhere to be found. He was supposed to come to your apartment two hours ago but he still wasn’t there, hadn't called or texted and nobody you knew knew where he was. After waiting for him and fearing the worst for hours you decided to go to sleep knowing there was nothing you could do but wait for a phone call from him or the police or firefighter in the worst case scenario. When he passed the door of your apartment at four in the morning you knew he was drunk.

“Hey you.” He said drunkenly when he arrived in your bedroom. “Oh for fuck’s sake Jake, seriously?” “What?” “You’re drunk? You went out on the only night we could have spent together on our leave? You’re an asshole Jake.” Tears flooded your eyes as you knew you couldn’t bear this anymore. You knew if he wasn’t gonna change you wouldn’t be able to live with him and be with him entirely. “Jesus, am I not allowed to go out with my friends once in a while?”

“You’re also allowed to come see your girlfriend when you haven’t seen her in months.” “Yeah well, if I knew you were gonna be like that I wouldn’t have come at all. Let alone spend my life with you.”

The words that left his mouth flooded your brain and sadness took over. “Really Jake?” You said, your voice breaking. “Yeah, who wants to spend their life with someone as annoying as you?” You knew being drunk made him say things he would probably regret in the morning but you couldn’t care less, this was the last straw. After all, drunk words are sober thoughts aren’t they? “Get out of my apartment Jake.” “Gladly.” His voice was stone cold which made your throat itch. How could anyone be this heartless?

That night Jake stepped out of your apartment and made his way back to his. The following morning he woke up and tried to call you but you didn’t answer. He didn’t remember any of what happened the night before and he didn’t understand why you suddenly didn’t want to give him the time of day. He tried to call you, text you, dm you but nothing worked. He even came by your apartment but you weren’t there or simply weren’t responding he wouldn’t know. He went to see you on your base but couldn’t find you either.

Eventually he stopped. Not knowing what he did wrong, not being able to get any answers out of anyone you both knew. You didn’t even explain to Coyote why you weren’t talking to Jake. So he knew he would probably never see you again. He was devastated.

You know, it is so hard to leave. Until you leave. And then, it is the easiest goddamn thing in the world.

It was so easy being with him. And now the emptiness that he left in your heart feels like it’s gonna swallow you whole.

Jake was your everything. Now he’s just an old memory tossed down under your bed.

This was 342 days ago. 342 days spent trying to build yourself back up after Jake told you how annoying you were and that he would never spend his life with someone like you.

And now you were called back at Top Gun and you knew that he had to be there too. After all he was in the 1% just like you were. And you hated that. You hated that after everything you did to avoid him for so long he was gonna waltz back into your life so easily. But more importantly you hated the fact that you knew if he apologised, you weren’t gonna be able to resist him.

You entered The Hard Deck that evening hoping but dreading to see him. He was playing pool with Coyote when you noticed him. You went to the bar to order yourself a drink and noticed your fellow squadronmate Phoenix. She waved at you when she saw you and beckoned you over. You made your way to the pool table as slowly as you could, fearing the way the evening was gonna go.

You took her in your arms as you said hello to her. Jake froze when he saw you. He knew you would probably be there too but seeing you in person after so long stirred something in him.

“Y/N I believe you already know Hangman and Coyote from your Top Gun days.” Phoenix started. “This is Payback and Fanboy.” “Who’s he?” You asked.” “Who’s who?” Coyote asked. Both you and Phoenix turned your heads toward a blond-haired man sitting at the bar eating peanuts. “When did you get here?” “Oh, I- I’ve been here the whole time.” The man replied. “Man’s a stealth pilot.” Jake exclaimed. "Literally." Coyote added.

“Weapons system officer actually.” “With no sense of humour.” Jake said. “What do they call you?” “Uh, Bob.” “No your call sign.” Payback asked. “Uh Bob.” He replied. “Bob Floyd? You’re my new backseater? From Lemoore?” Phoenix exclaimed. “Looks like it.” Bob said. “Well Bob, rack ‘em.” Phoenix smirked, handing Bob the pool cue. “Okay.” He replied with a big smile, happy to be included.

That’s why you loved Phoenix and you made a great team together, because underneath her tough surface she was just as nice as you and didn’t like people not being included. You smiled softly and watched them play.

Little did you know that Jake was eyeing you from afar, heart clenching at how sweet you looked, smiling softly at Phoenix and Bob playing pool together. He didn’t know what he did wrong but he regretted doing it, whatever it was because he couldn’t bear not seeing you smile like that to him anymore.

“Go talk to her.” Coyote interrupted his thoughts. “She doesn’t want to talk to me, you know it.” “Yeah but you can’t go three weeks without talking to her as if she wasn’t gonna be in the same room as you the whole time. You have to know why she stopped talking to you man, she must have a reason you were perfect for each other and you know I resent this whole love thing.” Jake chuckled. “I can’t man, what if she rejects me once more or doesn’t want to explain anything?” “You have to try, for your own sake, and maybe mine because I won’t bear another three weeks of you wallowing in self pity. Took you long enough to stop the last time.” Coyote said. “Alright, I’ll try.” Jake replied.

Jake doesn’t remember that night of 342 days ago. He remembers going out with his friends and next thing he knows he wakes up fully clothed in his bed the next morning and you don’t reply to him when he tries to call you. Nobody knows why you don’t answer him and your friends don’t want to tell him. Eventually he thought it best to leave you alone because you undoubtedly didn’t want to be bothered by him anymore.

“Stop thinking so loud.” Phoenix told him as she was about to take her shot next to him. He snaps out of his trance and looks at her. “What’s up with you? You’re unusually quiet.” She asks. “Nothing, I’m fine.” He replies as his eyes search her. “You got a crush on Y/C/S or something?” She teases him.

Coyote shakes his head, eyes widening at Phoenix to make her understand not to go there so she stops, frowning. Jake sighs and glances at his feet. “It’s okay man, you’ll figure it out.” Coyote whispers to him.

Phoenix finishes her pool game with Bob and decides to go up to the bar where you currently were to try and get an answer out of this weird situation. She hated not knowing.

“Hey Y/N, do you have any idea what might be up with Hangman? I just mentioned your name and he went awfully silent.” You sighed. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of this one. “You know that boyfriend of mine I told you about when you arrived at the Black Aces? The one I broke up with about a year ago and still can’t get out of my head?” You start. “Yeah Jak- Wait? Jake? Your Jake? It’s Jake Seresin?” She said pointing at him.

You keep your eyes fixed on your beer bottle. “Why did you never tell me?” “I didn’t know you knew him and I didn’t want anyone to know.” “So the asshole that made you cry for weeks on end and told you you were not worth his time was Seresin?” Remembering this once more made your eyes water.

“I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind.” She starts walking away but you grab her bicep and bring her back to you. “Please don’t say anything to him. I don’t want to bother him with that nor involve anyone in our relationship.” She sighs. “Okay, I understand. But are you at least going to talk to him? Get an explanation for his acts?” “I don’t know, maybe this mission won’t require me talking to him, so probably not.”

“Come on. You’ve been miserable for months before finally letting him go. At least try to get some closure, you deserve that.” “Maybe, I’ll see.”

At the other end of the bar Coyote watched the whole scene of you and Phoenix playing live. Phoenix pointed slightly at Jake when you told her who he was for you and her surprise and your sadness. He knew she knew and it was the chance he was waiting for to help his friend.

When Phoenix came back to the group, leaving you at the bar Coyote went to her and pulled her away from the crowd. “You know right?” “What? What do I know?” “About Hangman and Y/C/S.” “What am I supposed to know?” “That they were together and maybe why she broke up with him.” “I don’t know, do you know?” She replies, eyes narrowing. “Stop playing. I really need to get them back together but I have no idea why she broke up with him and neither does Jake so you need to help me get my friends back together.” “Wait, he doesn't know why she left?” “No he spent that night with us and the next morning she wasn’t replying to him at all.”

“Oh Javy.” “What?” “Jake fucked up.” “What do you mean?” “He was supposed to spend the evening with her that day, they were both on leave and hadn’t seen each other in months but he went out and got drunk, that bit you know. But he went to her apartment after that and they had a fight and he ended up telling her she was annoying and that he would never be able to spend his entire life with her if she was to keep being annoying like that.” “What?” “Yeah, all because she told him he could have spent the evening with her.”

“Jesus, what an idiot. He woke up the next morning but he didn’t remember anything, he was too hammered.” “She thinks he knows though.” “We need to get them to talk and get back together. They were too perfect for each other.” “Alright, how do we do that?” “We cyrano them.” “They’re gonna see it coming they’re not dumb.” “So we can just lock ‘em in a room and force them to communicate.” “Okay where?” “We’ll find something this week, don’t worry.” “Alright, we really need to make it work.” “Right, I can’t bear him wallowing anymore.” “I agree.” Phoenix replied.

The first few days back at Top Gun showed Phoenix and Coyote how important it was for them to succeed in their mission. Yours and Jake’s flying were dodgy, you both were unsure of yourselves and didn’t prove how good you normally are and used to be during your Top Gun days.

You and Jake didn’t pull your famous moves, didn’t bicker like you used to at Top Gun, didn’t communicate really, except for the required amount. You stayed awfully silent and Jake hated that.

“Y/C/S that’s a kill.” Maverick exclaimed. “Copy.” You simply replied and headed back to base. But did Jake or Maverick see you shoot up behind Jake’s plane, right in front of Maverick to avoid Jake being toned? If yes, they didn’t mention it. You were always that nice, and yet again you’ve helped Jake win.

As you were doing the required 200 pushups Payback bet with Maverick you couldn’t help but think of why you did this. You didn’t know really, it just felt right in the moment, like something you had to do.

“197. Down. 198. Down. 199. Down. 200. Good job Y/C/S, you can go. Good job up there.”

“Thanks Hondo.” You simply replied and headed back to the now deserted rec room.

On the tarmac, Jake landed his plane and Coyote was about to board his, when Jake interrupted him. “Hey do you have my sunglasses?” He asked. “Oh shit, I think I left them in the rec room.” “It’s alright, I’ll go get them. Good luck up there.” “Luck’s not a factor. It’s the pilot.” Coyote winked at his wingman and Jake chuckled.

As he entered the rec room he noticed you, sat on one of the couches and bit his lip. Maybe it was time to talk to you.

A wave of panic overflew him as he thought more about it. Abort, abort. Eject, eject, eject. His brain told him. As he was about to head out the door it closed on him and outside of it stood Phoenix, key in hand. Jake sighed and bowed his head in defeat.

The noise made you look up at what was happening and you saw Jake looking down and Phoenix shooting you an apologising glance. You didn’t fight it, you knew it would be no good. So you just stayed seated on the couch. Looking out the window. Waiting for Jake to speak first.

Slowly but surely, Jake came to sit on the couch in front of you. “Y/N?” He began softly. You hummed and he continued. “Will you, maybe, explain to me what I did that night so that you’d stop talking to me?” You frowned but his voice was so gentle there was no reason for you to scream. “You don’t remember?” You asked. “I- uh. I got really drunk that night and I don’t remember anything. I'm sorry. I really want to understand, it’s been clawing at my skin for about a year and… well, if you still don’t want anything to do with me I’m just going to need closure I think.”

Tears began to pool in your eyes hearing this. You didn’t want to give him closure, you wanted him back, you wanted him to apologise, you wanted him to love you again. “We were supposed to spend the evening together because we hadn’t seen each other in months but you went out with your friends and came by my apartment at four in the morning completely drunk and I called you out for it and you said-” You started, your voice breaking.

“And I quote “if I knew you were gonna be that annoying I wouldn’t have come at all. Let alone spend my life with you. Who wants to spend their life with someone as annoying as you?” I can't get your words out of my head, they constantly repeat in my brain no matter the time of day or what I’m doing.”

“It’s impossible I would have never said something like that to you.” He replied. “Well you did, I asked you to leave and you replied “gladly”. So I blocked you on everything and focused on work from then on. I never told that to anybody except Phoenix and she didn’t even know you were the one I was talking about before that first night at The Hard Deck last week-end.” You said. “Jesus why did I say that?” “I keep wondering as well.”

“Look Y/N, I know I’ve been an asshole that time I missed you but I preferred going out with my friends rather than spending some precious time with you and for that I am terribly sorry. I know I cannot apologise enough for my actions and words. I understand if you want to stay away from me and if you ask I’ll stay away from you too. But thank you for explaining everything. It means a lot.”

Jake being nice wasn’t new for you, during the years you were together you got him to open up more to you about his feelings and emotions and that’s why he’s so gentle and good at talking to you now.

“342 days.” You said. “It’s been 342 days since you passed the door of my apartment and I never stopped loving you even though you said that to me.” “I know sweetheart. I don’t know what came to me. I’ve been miserable ever since that day and not knowing what I did to make you mad at me was the worst thing.”

He stood up and came to sit down next to you. “I’m sorry baby.” He said as he held your hand. The tears came flooding down your cheeks. “I never want to look at myself again and wonder who I am and how I got this way. All sad and lonely. I want to be happy. Preferably with you but that part is up to you I would never force your hand on anything you know this.” “I know Jake.” You replied resting your forehead on his softly. “I love you so much my sweet girl.” “I love you too Jake.”

It was all Jake needed, and with a soft movement, his lips were on yours for the first time in a year. “Gosh I missed this so much.” You mumbled against his lips. “I’m never leaving you again, I promise baby.” He replied, kissing you once more. He put his hand on the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss. “God I love you.” “I love you too.” You pulled back, searching for air, resting your forehead on his and closing your eyes at the thought that you finally can be happy again.

“Oh and sweetheart?” “Yeah?” You replied softly. “You really gotta stop letting me win when we fly.” You chuckle thinking about the move you pulled thirty minutes ago. “I’m way too nice for that.” You replied. “I know my sweet girl, you’re perfect, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, especially me.” He smiled softly. “Baby?” You said and he hummed. “Please don’t go.” “I won’t. I promise. Not anymore. This time I’ll make it right. And I’ll marry you like we talked about I swear.” He replied. “I think we’re gonna have to name Phoenix and Coyote as our best man and maid of honor.” You replied, looking out the door and seeing both of them grinning like children and high-fiving each other. “We sure do, baby. But for now, I gotta kiss you and make up for all the time I lost without you.” “Oh yeah you definitely have to do that.” You chuckled and kissed him again, putting your arms around his neck and pulling him against you.

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