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[croimilis]

They are driving me insane and this is so beautifully written its incredible

The dick pic storyline is driving me absolutely feral, I need more, my love. Please, I am on my knees begging you 🙇‍♀️ 🙏

im chewing my laptop and maybe committing a few crimes because of the feelings. they're going to fuck eventually i swear!!

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Sunlight yawns bright and weightless over the horizon, dawn dappled in lazy diluted watercolour brushstrokes.

Bronze scatters across the sky, endless wavelengths of vibrant colour sliding seamlessly into the other; gold hooks into blue and smudges talented fingers into the soft line of pink.

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen the blinding curve of the sun in the morning. You’ve missed the quiet plethora of colour. The silence. The absence of responsibility.

Watching the dawn break over the horizon is easy, it’s beautiful; makes you want to swallow the world whole.

You think of Jason and how sometimes, when you really make him smile, you get the same endless feeling in your chest.

“I don’t remember you being here when I went to bed.” Jason rumbles as soon as he spots you standing by the window, voice thick and lazy with sleep. He rubs a hand through his hair, confusion thumbing gently against the tired lines of his face. “More importantly, I can’t remember the last time you were up this early. Everything okay? Do you need me to beat someone up for you?”

Your smile is automatic, reflective.

“I don’t need you to beat anyone up for me. I can do it myself.” Jason wanders forwards, steps eerily silent, and grabs you from behind, tucks you soft and warm against his chest. His fingers interlock against your stomach, trapping you in place, and you tip your head back to look at him.

Jason meets your gaze and doesn’t let go. It’s almost unnerving having his undivided attention. You find that you’re suddenly unsure.

It feels like the ground is shifting under your feet, feels like a fracture, a planetary faultline; like if you take one wrong step the floor will simply open right up, leave you falling into a hole with no bottom.

The look on his face is sleepy and thoughtful, you see him swallow.

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to.” Jason says after a careful silence. Pressing his mouth to the crown of your head he mumbles into your hair, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe.”

Your heart swells in your chest and you think of how goddamn lucky you are to have him as your best friend.

“Oh good.” You sigh, relieved. “Because the real reason I’m here is because there’s this spider in my apartment and I think it wants to kill me.”

Jason laughs softly against the top of your head and then ducks down to tuck his face into the crook of your neck, “I’ll get my gun.”

“Breakfast first?” You choke, shivering at the feel of his lips so close to your pulse point.

“You just want free food from me don’t you?” Jason grins, teeth scraping the thin, sensitive skin under your ear. Your stomach flips, excitement snaking thick down your spine. Part of you thinks he knows exactly what he’s doing, and thinks he’s doing it on purpose.

“Well,” You admit, “I do love your cooking.”

Shuffling out of his hold when the sensation of his mouth against your neck becomes unbearable, you turn and finally settle your attention firmly on the chaotic mess of Jason’s hair. Strands stick up at odd angles from where he’s slept, soft curls knotted together on the side of his head above his ear. He looks dishevelled.

He looks unbearably domestic.

You feel suddenly fond, maybe even warm. But not in the same way you get when he sends you a video, or a photo. It’s different. It’s softer. Almost like stumbling into a patch of warm sun when you’re just starting to feel cold.

Unexpected. Comforting.

Jason yawns and stretches his arms above his head. The thick curve of his biceps catch your eye and you’re reminded of his strength, of how utterly big he is.

The sleeves of his t-shirt pull tight over the muscle and there’s something almost unhinged tugging at your ribs, wanting you desperately to sink your teeth into him.

A relieved little groan slips out of his pretty mouth when his shoulder cracks and you respond with an almost silent whine.

Glancing down you watch as his shirt starts to ride up, exposing a thin strip of warm skin. The sight of his tummy makes you lightheaded, makes you press your tongue to the backs of your teeth.

Dragging the tips of your fingers over his exposed stomach Jason sucks in a sharp breath. It’s almost like a flinch with the way his entire abdomen tightens up, muscles preparing for a hit you would never land.

It reminds you that not everyone touches him with the intent of gentle, almost innocent exploration. Even worse: it reminds you that the action is so well ingrained in his head that he’s been hit there more than once; that he’s been hit enough that every touch there is expected to bring pain.

It fills you with a quiet sort of hurt.

It’s the same hurt you get when you catch sight of bruises scattering dark and heavy over his skin. When you see his knuckles swollen and discoloured. When you watch him move out of the corner of your eye and see him wince because he’s pulled at a still healing wound.

Endless. Agonising.

The pads of your fingers sweep slowly against his skin, tracing the dips and grooves of his navel. You brush lightly over multiple thick, angry lines of raised scar tissue and Jason makes a small, desperate noise in the back of his throat—the healed skin horribly sensitive—and you can’t ignore the way you ache between your legs.

There’s the slightest brush of his happy trail against the pad of your pointer finger and you follow it down until you meet the elastic of his sweatpants. Tucking your finger just underneath the waistband Jason’s abdomen flexes and he quickly clears his throat, making you look up.

His cheeks are flushed.

You realise a little too late that he’s not wearing anything underneath his sweats.

“Can I put my arms down now?”

“Only if you make me waffles.” You reply, removing your palm from his tummy. “And let me use your shower. And also maybe take a little nap with me.”

Jason sniggers, amused. “Anything else?”

Your eyes slant to his mouth.

You think of the nights spent having his head in your lap. Fighting over who gets the last bite of food. Playing hide and seek in the middle of the supermarket because it makes him laugh. You think of the silly way you send each other stupid selfies. The way he plays pranks on you when he’s bored.

You think of how when he’s hurt and bleeding out somewhere in Gotham he calls you, says your name in that quiet, revenant way he does when he’s scared; almost like calling your name will save him.

It would be so easy.

“Uhh–no, that’s it.” You manage to get out, voice thick, distracted. “But I'll let you know if I think of anything else.”

**

#jason todd #dc #august.recs #dxckgrxsonx

[croimilis]

Thank you for the recommendation my lovely!

A couple days late, but the final rec list of 2022 is here! I wish you all the best in 2023 🎉🎉

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

12 days of christmas by @familyvideostevie

↳ mix of christmas fics with steve and eddie, each one is so good 💕

🎆EDDIE MUNSON🎆

she drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

↳ one-shot, enemies to lovers aka the most superior trope to ever exsist

gold rush by @marvelsswansong

↳ one-shot, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn, pining, amazing story 💙

knocked up by @whoahoney

↳ one-shot, surprise!!! they're having a baby 👶

a special surprise by/@/whoahoney

↳ one-shot, 18+, this is so hot i can't even

🎆STEVE HARRINGTON🎆

no good at waiting by/ @/familyvideostevie

↳ series, 18+, a farmer's market au, enemies to friends to lovers, bit angsty and so bloody good!

let the kisses linger by @stevebabey

↳ one-shot, just thinking about this fic makes me go screaming crying throwing up, i love it!

hearts on the telephone line by @t-lostinworlds

↳ one-shot, hurt/comfort, i just wanna hold my babey steve and never let him go :')

dead wrong by @lucasnclair

↳ one-shot, best friends to lovers, 10/10, will be reading again 😌

this fic by @sanguineterrain

↳ one-shot, in the end we're all just feral little things who have the hots for one steve harrington

starry eyed smile by @luveline

↳ one-shot, christmas fic, friends to lovers, a pleasure to read 😌

stevie, baby by @roanniom

↳ one-shot, 18+, this is the literal dream

itty bitty pretty by @//t-lostinworlds

↳ one-shot, 18+, i lost my mind at some point while reading this and i haven't seen it since 🤷‍♀️

🎆ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🎆

king of my heart by @croimilis

↳ one-shot, pilot!reader, pining friends to lovers, idiots in love, i love everything about this!!

fall by @demxters

↳ series, childhood friends to lovers, i swear they only reason for bob floyd to exist is so people can write friends to lovers fic about him. and i will read every single one of them. especially those as good as this one!

candy by @bussyslayer333

↳ one-shot, 18+, barista!reader, i am in love with cute glasses guy and i am in love with this fic

office christmas party by @//notroosterbradshaw

↳ one-shot, this is so fun 😁😁

make it proper (part 2) by @rassvetsky

↳ two-shot, this story is a proper banger

perfect by @footprintsinthesxnd

↳ one-shot, pregnant!reader, just a lazy morning with our fave baby 😌

this fic by @rhettabbotts

↳ one-shot, he's just too adorable for his own and our good

🎆BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🎆

steady by @callsignvalley

↳ series, bartender!reader, slow burn friends to lover, this is a sequel to a great jake series tailspin, i highly encourage you to read both!

golden hour by @//callsignvally

↳ one shot, 18+, Mae back at it again with a bloody banger 😌

g.u.y. by@notroosterbradshaw

↳ one shot, 18+, whenever i see Cass' url on my dash, i drop everything i'm doing and go read. i may be a tad bit obssesed but these stories are just so good

this fic by@//notroosterbradshaw

↳ one shot, 18+, CAUTION! content is hot

looking for somebody (to love) by @//bussyslayer333

↳ one shot, 18+ i am just looking for somebody (bradley bradshaw) to love (please i am begging)

and so it goes by @laracrofted

↳ one shot, 18+, delicious 😚

nice list by @youlightmeupfinn

↳ one shot, wife!reader, i sure hope santa can't read my mind cause my thoughts about this man are anything but nice 😈

concerned neighbour by @mothdruid

↳ one shot, 18+, it's really important to have a good relationship with your neighbours 👀👀

(christmas) baby please come home by @gretagerwigsmuse

↳ one shot, 18+, such a good fic!

november air by @fanboygarcia

↳ one shot, i am okay, i swear :')

i'm obssesed with you by @simpforrooster

↳ one shot, jake may be a little shit but he has good intentions!

🎆JAKE 'HANGMAN' SARESIN🎆

sugar and spice by @wombtotombx

↳ series, female OC, enemies to lover, slow burn, i don't read many OC fic but i loved this with everything i have

have you heard the good word? by @sebsxphia

↳ one shot, 18+, this man is gonna be the death of me i swear. but what a way to go

🎆MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA🎆

my cup runneth over by @rae-gar-targaryen

↳ one shot, i love that guy so much 😭😭

🎆PETER PARKER🎆

3:00 am by @thegirlintheswivelchair

↳ one-shot, what does a girl gotta do for peter parker to be her human teddy bear??? asking for myself

white lies, red & blue tights by @//t-lostinworlds

↳ one-shot, college!au, we love matching halloween costimes <333

tread carefully by @bi-disaster-yn

↳ one-shot, neighbour!peter, this is what i like to call a masterpiece 😌

bloody love by @parkerpeter24

↳ two-shot, tasm!peter, my poor little heart :(((((

can we always be this close? by @writingwithbee

↳ one-shot, tasm!peter, just AHHHHHHHHH

🎆BUCKY BARNES🎆

uptown boy by @viperbarnes

↳ one-shot, 18+, 40s!bucky, what a great piece of work that was!!

we fell in love in october by @buckycuddlebuddy

↳ series, farmer!bucky, imagine putting on your fave sweater right after wash, still smelling of clean laundry and then sitting under your cosiest blanket, that's what reading this series feels like

strategic fit by @indyluckycharlie

↳ one-shot, 18+, corporate!au, coworker!bucky, AND I OOP-

steal blue by @//rassvetsky

↳ one-shot, 18+, exes to lovers, can you hear me scream???

🎆STEVE ROGERS🎆

almost by @neonovember

↳ one-shot, 18+, is it hot in here or it it just this fic 🥵🥵🥵

love on the brain by @anika-ann

↳ series, criminal minds crossover, THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER I LOVE THIS SO MUCH PLS GO READ IT THANK YOU

🎆TOM HOLLAND 🎆

it's (a) november baby by @//t-lostinworlds

↳ one-shot, 18+, no nut november fics will never be not funny

you're in love by @userholland

↳ one-shot, best idiot friends to lover, i need tom to be my wedding date and by that i mean i need to wife that man up

happy hollandays 2022 by @//userholland

↳ series, different christmas related fics with various aus, each one better than the last one!

🎆NATHAN DRAKE🎆

maron by @toms-gf

↳ one-shot, go ahead rip my heart out :')

🎆RHETT ABBOTT🎆

to the nines by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one-shot, childhood friend!reader, this>>>>>>>>

the christmas gift by @//bradshawbaby

↳ one-shot, wife!reader, this is crazy how i claim i don't ever want to have kids but i would pop out a soccer team for this man if he asked

🎆AARON HOTCHNER🎆

love, an abstract concept by @luveline

↳ one-shot, this is so wholesome i love this so very much!!!

🎆RANSOM DRYSDALE🎆

merry christmas by @anika-ann

↳ one-shot, 18+, my love Anika really knows how to make me all merry 😁

#august.speaks

[croimilis]

Do people not realise how hard it is to keep up with fics? Unless you are actively going into the tags to search for fics, you're gonna miss a ton. And I know I personally do not have the time or energy to hunt through the tags every day and just go with what pops up in my dash or recommended posts, which is usually work by people I already follow. Its a ridiculous notion to expect a single person or even a handful of people to carry the weight of an entire fandom on their back, if you want to support smaller creators or newer writers, reblog their stuff, recommend their stuff to bigger blogs because even if they don't read their followers might and it still gets them that exposure. There are so many things that can be done, that you can do that doesn't involve being mean and rude to other creators who have a life outside of this website.

just admitting that “yeah i only support my friends, but it's only because im so popular and don't have time to read anything else” really isn’t a great response that kinda proves the point it’s not actually supportive it’s cliquey

i don’t always have the time because i’m trying to respond to asks etc so i don’t get overwhelmed, due to my poor mental health and because i also have a life outside of this. i’m sorry if it came off differently.

i sincerely apologise again for causing any offence or upset.

#august.speaks #sebsxphia

[croimilis]

Thank you my love! That is the highest praise coming from you! These are for you 💐 💓

King of My Heart

title: king of my heart

rating: 16+

characters: robert ‘bob’ floyd x pilot!reader (callsign ‘siren’)

words: 5.8k

themes: friends to lovers, idiot in love, fluff, mutual pinning

warnings: alcohol, cursing, minor injury detail (bruises, cuts), plane ejection, use of petnames (sweetheart), mentions of illness and parental death, mentions of needles, making out, mentions of anxiety

summary: "and all at once, you are all I want, i’ll never let you go“

An accident during training and a little liquid courage has Bob finally making his move

tags: @sebsxphia​ 

a/n: part of the fly me to the moon universe. 

Falling in love with Robert Floyd was like standing in the eye of a hurricane, the world around you being torn apart at the seams and yet there is calm, serenity in the way he holds your hand when he’s nervous, in the way his eyes never leave yours when your talking, in the way he always makes sure to smile at you when you enter the room as a small way to say ‘hey, i’m here’ because he knows that despite your outgoing personality you can get overwhelmed in social situations and he wants to remind you that he’s a safe space where you can just sit in enjoy each other presence without committing to a conversation, in the way that he can read your body language and knows you better than yourself. 

Realising you were in love Robert Floyd was like walking through a soft spring rain, you don’t realise how intense it is until you’re soaked through to the core, until the feeling is so all consuming you can barely breath and you feel it seeping through your bones, setting every nerve on fire until it settles deep in your heart and you suddenly know that is love. 

Keep reading

#august.reblogs #sebsxphia

[croimilis]

Thinking about being Jakes high school sweet heart, marrying almost immediately after graduation just before he goes to basic.

Thinking about tapping him out of it. He wasn't expecting you, think you were working and that his ma was coming to tap him out. But there you are, tapping his shoulder and as he opens his eyes he engulfs you in the biggest hug ever and has the dopiest grin on his face as he plants kissed all over your face. He's so distracted by you just being there that he doesn't notice the sonogram you have in your hand until you're pulling him away from the crowd to give other people a chance to tap out their loved ones

#top gun maverick fluff #top gun maverick #jake seresin x yn #jake seresin x you #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x yn #jake hangman seresin x reader

[croimilis]

Thinking about being Jakes high school sweet heart, marrying almost immediately after graduation just before he goes to basic.

Thinking about tapping him out of it. He wasn't expecting you, think you were working and that his ma was coming to tap him out. But there you are, tapping his shoulder and as he opens his eyes he engulfs you in the biggest hug ever and has the dopiest grin on his face as he plants kissed all over your face. He's so distracted by you just being there that he doesn't notice the sonogram you have in your hand until you're pulling him away from the crowd to give other people a chance to tap out their loved ones

#top gun maverick fluff #top gun maverick #jake seresin x yn #jake seresin x you #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x yn #jake hangman seresin x reader

[croimilis]

Christmas thought for the day; Jake Seresin will always try and get you under the mistle toe for a kiss. It doesn't matter if you haven't started dating yet or your married 10 years, he will do it and will have a shit eating grin on his face every time he does. Whenever your older and have kids, they cringe and roll they're eyes at their sap of a father

#jake seresin x yn #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x yn #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun maverick x reader #top gun maverick x yn #top gun maverick x you

[croimilis]

Lewis Pullman as Bob TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

#top gun maverick #bob floyd #look at him #hes so cute #i just wanna squeeze his cheeks

[croimilis]

This is 👏 magnificent. Sebs work is always so amazing and this is no different

“who hurt you?”

robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader

￫ description: you disclose to bob about a previous relationship and bob make’s it his mission for you to feel safe and loved again.

￫ word count: 1.9K.

￫ c/w: mentions of past abusive relationships, mentions of traumatic memories, mentions of sexual assault, vomiting, angst, swearing, kissing, beginnings of smut with bob, nipple touching and kissing, praise, fluffy and soft ending. bob is a big softie who wants to protect you.

￫ a/n: i’ve wanted to write this for some time now. it’s something that i hold dear to me and it’s helped me process and deal with my own trauma. a little form of therapy if you may!! i understand this topic is heavy, but i wanted to share this as it helped me and i hope it can help others. if i missed any content warnings, please let me know. if you want to talk about anything, my inbox and dm’s are always open and i’m always here to listen <3

￫ main masterlist can be found here!! 💌

Bob Floyd was a patient man. In fact, he was the most patient man you had ever met. If the barista got his order wrong for the second time, he shook his head and wouldn’t accept their apology because it simply wasn’t their fault and he would be happy to wait for another. If he was walking behind an elderly couple in the supermarket, he would trail behind them and stop for as long as they did by the pasta options. If you dropped your favorite mug and you were sobbing in his arms, he would cradle you until your tears subsided and he’d offer to purchase a new mug, specially from him.

Therefore, he was patient with you when you couldn’t find the words to tell him who the guy was you saw crossing the street in front of you.

“Darlin’, you practically froze up. I could feel your heart pounding through my hand.”

“Please, Bobby. Please can we go home?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

During the first months of your relationship the sex with Bob came naturally and willfully. He was incredible. He was so fucking incredible and you craved his touch more and more. But one thing you couldn’t work out is if you craved his touch because it made little whimpers fall from your lips, or because you needed it for security.

However, the thick haze from your previous relationship was wearing off with each passing day. Feelings and emotions you had pushed deep down had the lid thrown off and they were slowing seeping out. Like a leaking tap getting looser and looser, and one day, it was inevitably going to burst.

Memories from the relationship started to come back and flood your mind. Horrible situations you had all but forgotten suddenly arose to the forefront and you caught yourself crying over the kitchen sink at night before Bob came home on multiple occasions.

Although you loved your dear Bobby and you trusted him with your heart and soul, physical sensations started to catch you off guard and your mind reversed back to your previous relationship. Bob ghosted his fingertips over your breasts, running his thumb and forefinger over your nipples and you instinctively brought your forearms over your breasts as to cover yourself. To protect yourself from harm.

You stood in the shower with Bob and he towered over you and gripped feverishly onto your shoulders. Bob pushed you against the wet shower tiles to press kisses all over your collarbones and breasts and you instinctively repeated the same protective motion as before. You ducked your head to cradle him upwards and kiss you instead. You wanted to guide Bob away from there, away from the area that you recognized only as painful.

You both came home from a date night. You were a bottle of wine down between the two of you and your messy make out ended with both of you falling onto the sofa in a heap with limbs tangling up in each other. Bob broke from the teeth clashing kiss to hurriedly remove his trousers as he knelt in between your spread thighs. He threw his trousers haphazardly behind your head, aiming for the end of the sofa however, his sturdy belt got caught in your hair and your head was whipped to the side.

The leaking tap had finally burst.

Your arms shot up to cover your breasts and you felt a bile pool deep in your stomach. You wanted to be sick. You’d never felt such nausea and quicker than you could catch your breath, you were craning your neck over the sofa and spewing up the bile.

Bob yelled your name in fear and scrambled from his position to hold back your hair that had already caught some of your sick. One of Bob’s hands cradled your head so you were able to vomit without anything getting caught in your throat.

The next moments were a blurred and slurred memory. Your shaking frame was lifted from the sofa and carried gently upstairs. Bob was careful not to knock any part of your body on the way up, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll. You could feel the soft linen bedsheets underneath your legs, the same ones Bob changed fresh this morning. Your ears picked up the sound of Bob running the tap in your en-suite and then you felt the cold water drip down your throat, covering the burning acidity and cooling it.

And then you came to, as if you had woken up from a horrid and violent nightmare. You were pressed against Bob’s bare chest and it was warm. It was so warm. The skin on skin contact with Bob soothed you, like applying ointment to a cruel and nasty burn that was blistering harshly. His arms were locked around your torso and shoulders, holding you against him. There was a soothing rocking motion and his fingers were sporadically spread over your back, drawing lazy shapes. Occasionally you felt his fingers cut through your hair and graze over your temple.

You never told Bob about your previous relationship and you couldn’t face it right now. You couldn’t bare to disclose the gory details to someone as sweet and as soft as Bob. He didn’t deserve to hear those vile things. Perhaps you had rationalized in your head that it wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be and you were just over reacting. That what you thought had happened, hadn’t, and you were never hurt in the first place. And lastly, you didn’t want to burden Bob with such minimal issues.

But your Bob, your dear and loving Bob could see straight through the wall of illusion you held up and he knew you were hurting.

Bob craned his head down to match your gaze, your eyelashes fluttering open as if you were blinking away the glassy look you’d held for the past thirty minutes.

“There you are, my love.”

“What happened?”

“You kinda just- just passed out. You were still conscious, but your whole body went limp. Vomited a bit too.”

Your eyes went wide and you swallowed at Bob’s startling words, recognizing the acidic taste that lined your throat. You stirred from Bob’s tight hold. You needed to get up and clean it.

“Hey, hey. Stay here, darlin’. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

Bob nuzzled his nose against your forehead as you came back to rest on his chest. He could feel your tight back muscles release underneath him as you relaxed against him. He removed one hand from your back to nimbly tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He kept his hand there and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over the rise of your supple cheek. You looked up at Bob and matched his safe blue eyes. Crystal clear blue eyes that would protect you until you took your final breath.

“Talk to me.” Bob murmured. His voice was an octave above a whisper and his Southern drawl peeked out.

“I- I don’t know where to start.”

“Tell me what you remember. I’ll always listen to you.”

Amongst Bob’s many traits that made him a good Navy pilot, good enough to fly for Top Gun, one of them was that he could people watch and read people notoriously well. That’s how he came to notice you for the first time in a coffee shop just outside of Fightertown. Bob sat in the corner ignoring his team mates conversations and zoned in on you instead, the sweetheart sat in the opposite corner to him.

Bob had a sixth sense for noticing little details that most people would miss, therefore he became incredibly attentive to watching you from day one. He watched your little quirks as you flipped through your book, occasionally annotating it, the way you sipped the same side of your coffee cup every time.

He watched you when you physically recoiled, your face contorting into a painful wince as you saw that stranger crossing the street in front of you a couple of months ago. Bob was a man of patience and he understood that he had to earn your trust, that right, that privilege for you to tell him.

“Who hurt you, sweetheart? Was it him?”

But Bobby already knew. He knew the bitter answer that caused a sickness to swirl like a horrid and devastating ocean storm in his stomach.

“Did he touch you? Did he fucking touch you?”

Bob’s voice didn’t get louder. How could he ever be angry at you. It wasn’t your fault. It never was.

Your lip wobbled, your chin quivering in turn and the glassy gaze of your eyes shattered as tears broke the corners of your eyes and streamed over your cheeks. You buried your face back into Bob’s shoulder, encompassing yourself in his radiating warmth and inhaling his familiar scent of peppermint and lavender. Bob returned to the soothing rocking motion as your body was wracked with shaking sobs in Bob’s arms.

“Shh, my love. It’s okay. You’re safe with me. I’ll never hurt you, ever, darlin’.”

You let out another shaky breath and scrunched up the soft blanket that was lying underneath you with your quivering hands. Bob had ensured the tone and environment was calm and safe for you tonight. There was a velvety soft blanket underneath your naked body, one that you could wrap around your arms or stomach when you felt vulnerable underneath Bob.

Candles were lit in your shared bedroom, emitting low lighting and smells that flooded your nostrils and relaxed you into your plush mattress. A playlist you both conjured up was playing quietly in the corner. Music you could draw your attention back to and focus on if you felt your mind start to drift back to memories more sinister. The duvet and pillows were covered in fresh linen that smelt like your sweet Bobby.

Bob carefully ghosted his fingertips over yours as they held tightly onto the blanket. He took your hands in his and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“Keep your eyes on me if you can, sweetheart. Remember, I’m going to tell you everything I’m doing. You can use your safe word at any time, even now if you wanted to.”

You gave him a small nod and Bob gave your hands another light squeeze.

“Words, my love. I need to know.”

It was part of your agreement. The agreement and conversation you had sometime after that night when you told Bob everything. You wanted to have sex with your Bobby again, more than anything, but you knew it would take some coaxing from yourself. So you both agreed on what you needed to feel safe again, to feel loved again. Communication and Bob hearing you say “yes” or “no” was part of it.

“Yes, baby. I hear you. Thank you.”

“Good girl.”

You could feel a small flurry of butterflies work through your stomach at Bob’s sweet praise. You’d missed him dearly and you were excited at the prospect of making love to him again.

Bob’s hands still held onto yours and you could feel his familiar warmth radiate through your own fingertips. Bob brought your hands up to his chest and placed your hands on his own chest. Bob hovered over you and you could feel his heartbeat thrumming away rhythmically underneath his rib cage.

You took a deep breath. You allowed your breathing to flow and match up to Bob’s.

Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment. All you could feel was Bob’s steady and reassuring heartbeat and his comforting warmth.

You were home and you were safe.

#robert bob floyd #top gun maverick #writing #august.recs #sebsxphia

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I'm in a bit of a rut right now with writing, so I'm opening up requests for headcanons and drabbles (under 3k words), and the rules can be found in my navi/byf!

#august.speaks #requests

[croimilis]

So I did my first aerial lyra/hoop perfomance in front of a 100+ person audience and though I was so nervous to do it before hand I loved every second of it and wanna start planning my next routine even if I have no idea when I'll end up performing again.

#august.speaks

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to add on to Sky’s thought here....thinking about being at a game with Danny and the kiss cam coming up and Danny just turning around and completely shielding you, having his back to the camera to the point that they can’t see you and he gives you the sweetest most loving kiss imaginable. Twitter ends up going absolutely wild, because they know its you fans had spotted the two of you together before the game even started and circulated them around twitter, there had been an ongoing debate on whether the two of you were just friends or fuck buddies or dating and the kiss sort of confirms you’re dating. You leave the game to see the twitter madness, you had been trying to keep things private but agreed earlier in the week it was time to go public. Danny wanted to show you off, he wanted to bring you to premieres and events and have you on his arms. So the next day he posts an instagram carousel of your engagement ring photo and then some of your wedding day photos with the caption ‘welcome to the family mrs.ramiez’ and the comments go wild.  

I saw a kiss cam video on tiktok and now all I can think about is being on the kiss cam with Fanboy or Jaquin or Danny and oh my god it makes me feel all fuzzy inside

Oh I love that!! Personally I'm the type that gets all flustered and blushy when I'm the center of attention so I can see being at a basketball game with Danny, the kiss cam coming up and getting all shy and trying to hide behind his back.

But the camera is still on us so he just gives a sweet peck, like considerate of how I don't like attention and does something short instead of some huge drawn out kiss like some people do.

That would be really sweet with any of them but it screams Danny to me

#august.reblogs #fanboygarcia #danny ramirez #this concept just makes me feel so fuzzy inside

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Seeing as all the first pieces are now out, here's how all the YNs in the Fly Me To The Moon series got their nicknames.

Angel

It started when you were younger, specifically in middle school before Bradley hit a growth spurt and bulked out from playing baseball. You're 12 years old and a little taller than Bradley, you've got a mean right hook and a bad temper. Some older kids from the next grade up were bullying Bradley about he was too small and scrawny to be a pilot, how he would never live up to his dads legacy, and you just see bright red and swing for them without thinking. You break 2 of their noses and the other runs away before you can land a punch. You end up in the principals office, your mom at your side and though she's acting strict in front of the principal as she's dishing out hour week long suspension, she's sending you a wink so you know she's not actually mad at you. Its later that day when you're home, Carole and your mother drinking wine in the kitchen while you and Bradley stargazing out the back, that Bradley says your like his guardian angel always looking out for him. He makes little comments about you being his guardian angel, or simply just being an angel ("God (YN), you're an angel" is a frequent saying), throughout your middle school years but it doesn’t really evolve into a nickname until freshman year in high school and he starts to call you angel unconsciously saying things like "thank you angel" when you hand him a water bottle after baseball practice, or letting out a begging "please angel?" as he begs for help studying for a test, even starting to greet you with a "hey there angel". You stop blushing at it after 2 months, your heart stops racing after 3 and after 6 months you barely even register that he's calling you it anymore. By the time senior year rolls around, people are convinced Bradley doesn't even know your real name with how often he calls you angel. After you and Bradley start dating, the dagger squad also start calling you Angel stating it is now your honorary call sign. 

Peaches

You grew up with Jake Seresin, your family orchard and vineyard only a few miles down from his family cattle ranch. When you weren’t helping around the Orchard and Jake wasn’t helping around the ranch, you would often spend time on each others land, either running around the wild flower field on Jakes ranch or star gazing on top of the barn, or climbing the apple, plum  and peach trees in the orchards or going horse riding through the vineyard and out into the open land your family owned. You were best friends throughout your entire childhood and moving into high school you were the typical pairing of the star football player and cheerleader that were rarely seen apart, to the point that everyone thought you were dating and you constantly had other cheerleaders asking you if Jake was available and other footballers (as well as guys from the other school sports teams) asking if you were available. It was your sophomore year when Jake started to realise he may have thought of you as little more than a friend he also noticed you always smelled like peaches, most likely from your body wash or shampoo. He also realised that your lips tasted like peaches after a game of spin the bottle at one of your friends birthday where he finally got to kiss you. After that he started to call you Peach or Peaches and when you asked about it he simply shrugged with that cocky grin of his on his face saying “because you smell and taste like peaches”, causing a huge blush on your face, which only caused him to continue using the nickname throughout the rest of high school and into your adult life. When he finally introduces you to the dagger squad, they only know you as peaches as that what Jake used when talking about you so they all call you peach as well and you don’t mind it. 

Siren

You and Bob had known each other since the naval academy, meeting on your first day. He was ever the wall flower, probably more so back then, and it was the classic trope of the introvert (Bob) being adopted by the extrovert (You). It was good for Bob, you instilled a sense of confidence in him that he didn't have before and he came out of his shell little by little (mostly just around you). You were attached at the hip and followed each other to Top Gun, where you were considered to be top of your class. It was on a night out with your class, at the Hard Deck (before Penny took over), that you got your call sign. The Hard Deck was doing a karaoke night and the other members of your class had made a bet that no one had the balls to get up and sing, all putting in $20 each for the brave soul to go up and sing. Never being one to back down from a challenge, and being confident in your singing talent, you wink at Bob before going up to the karoke machine and belting out a killer version of 'Hit Me With Your Best Shot' that leaves everyone in your class shocked, and Bob absolutely mesmerised as he watched you perform. Its after your performance that someone makes a comment that you had Bob in a trance (causing a blush to flare up on his face), like a siren luring a sailor to their death, and thus your callsign was born.

#fly me to the moon #angelxrooster #peachxhangman #sirenxbob #top gun maverick x reader #bob floyd x reader #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader

[croimilis]

I love this thought Seb, it was not my original thought but it amazing none the less and made me feel many things. 

My original thought was you dated Jake for a year or two and it was one of the most amazing, explosive loving relationship you have ever had. But you started fighting more, started to resent each other and so you end it. A year later your in a new relationship with an amazing guy, he’s sweet and kind and treats you like an absolute angel but there’s no spark, no real emotion. You know he could make you happy, make sure you live a comfortable live but you’re just not sure thats what you want. 

A few months into dating this guy, you see Jake again on the beach and suddenly you know comfortable is not what you want. You want the fighting, the emotion, the explosions. You want the unpredictability and you wanna be so in love it drives you in insane. So, you try again and this time it works.  

Thats the Way I loved you (Jake Seresin edition) is currently all I can think about

omg omg omg please!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s on my jake playlist and i just nflnfrlnflnKn

it’s so fitting to him. like he’s this well presented good boyfriend but you just want the rugged version of him that swears in front of your parents and takes a joke too far that ends up in an argument and angry sex >:( 💌

#sebsxphia #august.reblogs #august.speaks

[croimilis]

✴ 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭

the top gun maverick character taking care of you when you’re drunk

❊ characters: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, jake ‘hangman’ seresin, robert ‘bob’ floyd, 

❊ warnings: alcohol consumption, drunknenes, mentions of makeup and hells but no specific pronouns used, established relationship 

❊ word count:  listed with each character 

❊ a/n: the inspiration for this comes from the fact that I was drunk  and wanted nothing more than one of the top gun characters (and my boyfriend) to look after me. i also loved doing this type of writing, it was really helpful for preventing burnout with my longer pieces, and i am open for headcanon requests. 

✾ bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw [375]

the biggest baby when you’re leaving. pouts and gives you puppy dog eyes as you’re leaving to try and get you not to leave but will still give you a kiss as you walk out the door or as he drops you off. he will text you throughout the night to make sure your safe and happy and the minute you text him saying you wanna go home or if there is any change in the way your texting that puts him on edge, he’s immediately leaving to go and pick you up wherever you may be. when he collects you, he’s all goofy smiles and sweet forehead kisses as he gently ushers you into the car, saying his goodbyes to your friends and checking in to make sure they all have ways home and even offering to drop them home if they don’t. what happens when you get in the car depends, if you’re hungry and need something greasy that just hits the spot Rooster will not hesitate to take you to get food, but if you just wanna go home and get into bed then he’ll head there straight away. when you do get home, he watches amused as you struggle to get your heels off, stumbling through the hall and into the living room where you slump onto the sofa and start fighting with the flimsy strap but he wouldn’t let you struggle for long, bending down beside you and taking your shoes off for you placing a gentle kiss to your ankle as he does. he would then, despite your protests, carry you to the bedroom bridal style and place you gently on the bed, turning around to let you take your clothes off while he grabs your favourite pyjamas from the drawer, if you’re struggling with zipers or buttons bradley will gladly help you. once your changed and tucked under the bed he goes and fills up a glass of water and grabs some advil, which he places on the bedside table on your side with a sweet kiss to your forehead. he then gets into bed beside you, where he holds you close to his chest and rubs gentle circles on your arms to help you get to sleep.

✾ jake ‘hangman’ seresin [556 words]

much like bradley, jake is pouting and whining and trying to make you stay, even going so far as to pull you in for a deep kiss and messing up your lipstick just before you leave, which earns him a slap to the shoulder before you go and fix it. he’ll even come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder, smirking to himself because he thinks he’s won. but then you turn and press a soft kiss to his check, leaving behind a lipstick stain and suddenly your out the door and he’s left gobsmacked. and isn’t that he doesn’t want you to go out with your friends, he wants you to go have fun and let loose a little you just looked so damn good in your outfit and heels and he may have wanted you all to himself for the night just so he could ravish you. nevertheless, jake sits with his feet up watching an old movie with his phone on his chest so he could feel it vibrate, checking it every time it does to see if you’ve text him or are calling him to come pick you up. once the text asking him to pick you up comes through, he’s out the door like a shot and at your location as quick as possible. when he gets there, he’s has a smug little smile on his face as he remembers all the time you’ve chastised him for being too drunk and now here you are, just as bad or maybe even worse than he’s ever been and he is so not gonna let you forget that in the morning, in fact he takes photos and videos of your drunk ramblings so he has proof (that he quickly deletes the next morning when you ask him to). once he’s had his fun and said goodbye to your friends, he helps you into the car and buckles your belt for you. as he drives, he’ll take your hand in his and rub gentle circles over your knuckles while the other is on the steering and he listens intently as you ramble about the drama in the morning (storing the information away to get a more coherent story in the morning time), and when he pulls up to your home (even if you’re fully awake and coherent) he will throw you over his shoulder and carry you into your home. before he puts you to bed, he places you on the counter in the bathroom and takes your makeup off for you, peppering you with gentle kisses as he does, and brushes your hair for you so it isn’t a tangled mess in the morning. when that’s all done, he helps you out of your heels and outfit (throwing it into the washing basket in the bathroom) before carrying you koala-style into the bedroom and gently placing you on the bed where your pyjamas are already lead out. though he knows you can dress yourself, he helps. once your dressed, he crawls into bed with you and holds you against his chest where you fall asleep listening to his heartbeat. it isn’t until the morning that he realises he didn’t leave out water and painkillers, but he’s lucky he’s awake before you and their sitting there when you finally wake in the morning. 

✾ robert ‘bob’ floyd [473 words]

bob is the sweetest man, giving you gentle kisses before you go out and being so careful so he doesn’t mess up your makeup and i think out of all of them, bob is the most prepared when you go out drinking. before you even leave the house, you agree on a time for him to come and pick you up and if you want him to come earlier you have a code word that you text him and he will be there as quick as he can. in both cases, he’s throwing your comfiest pyjamas into the tumble dryer before he leaves the house so their nice and warm for you coming in and he’s already filled your favourite bottle with water and ice and put in the fridge, he’s double checking to make sure you have pain killers in your medicine drawer and if you don’t he’s stopping at one of those 24hr stores to pick some up because he knows you’ll need some in the morning. when he arrives at the club or bar where your drinking, he’s quick to find you and guide you outside to the car with his arms wrapped around your waist and carefully sits you in the care, legs sticking out so he can take your shoes of for you. once your shoes are off, he's throwing them into the back seat to be tomorrows problem and buckling you into the car. while he drives, he has a hand on your thigh, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb as a reminder for you that he was there. unlike bradley, he will not take you to get food but will insist on getting you home and into bed but he promises to order in the greasiest breakfast he can find in the morning. once your home, almost asleep in the passenger side, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you into the house and straight into bed where he lets you undress while he grabs your pyjamas out of the tumble dryer and brings them to you, again leaving you to get dresses in peace while he grabs the water bottle from the fridge and two pain killers for the morning. when he gets back into the room, you’re curled up tightly under the blanket and struggling to keep your eyes open so he just places the water and pain killers on the bedside before placing a soft kiss on your forehead before going into the bathroom and grabbing on of your makeup wipes, which he uses to rub most of your makeup of as gently as he can once he’s done he starts preparing for bed himself. by the time he crawls in, your already fast asleep, but he’s quick to wrap his arms around you and bring your back into his chest.

#aodhan.writes #headcanons #top gun maverick headcanons #top gun maverick x reader #top gun maverick x you #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley 'rooseter' bradshaw x reader #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x you #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin x you #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert 'bob' floyd x reader #robert 'bob' floyd x you #tw.alcohol #tw.drunk #tw.makeup #tw.heels

[croimilis]

I hope you feel better!! Sending love

Thank you my darling. Im feeling much better today, my appetite has been a little better and Ive been eating better. I also have a plan and shopping list for friday to try and increase my iron

#august.leaves #ghosts

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My head has been spinning all day, my anemia is flaring up because of my bad appetite the past few days and I just want Bob Floyd to force me to stay on the sofa as he fusses around me and helps me make a meal plan to get my iron back up.

#august.speaks