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[fangirlings-things]

The reactions of your brothers to you dying in battle headcanons

anon said: Hello may i request a ragnarssons reaction where the little sister dies in battle, a whole cup of sad pls :D (a continuation of the lil sis reaction with the boys where you choose to fight against them)

A/N: hope you enjoy this, love! sorry it took so long 💛

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THIS IS A PART TWO TO THESE HEADCANONS

→ Bjorn Ironside

He could not believe it when it happened

He saw from afar, when the warrior on his army made the final blow and sent you to Valhalla

He screamed, and everything else had no matter as all he thought about was to get you

He did reach you and seeing all that blood, your blood, made rage fill the whole of him

Bjorn regretted so much his last words to you, having said awful things when you had exposed your intentions of fighting against him

Now, he had no means of telling you just how much he loved you and was proud of the shield maiden you had become

For the first time in his life, he took no joy in having won a battle

→ Ubbe

Ubbe is in complete shock

He heard you scream and turned to see you on your back on the grass, blood all around you and an arrow coming out of your chest

He dropped on his knees by your side and held your hand tightly as with widened eyes, feeling despair, he tried to figure out what he could do, anything at all, as he watched you drown in your own blood

You forced him a smile as you died and that was it, you had gone to Valhalla and a corner of his mind wished he could follow you already

Living the rest of his life without his little sibling did not seem fair, and he blamed the Gods for it, like he had never before

It was a horrific day and he would never forget it. Everytime he closed his eyes, that moment would come back to him and he would feel that insistent pain on his chest, like he had been the one struck by an arrow, not you

In a way, he died with you on that same day. A part of him sure had

→ Hvitserk

After you had crossed paths in the battlefield and turned away from one another, Hvitserk thought that would be it, that however won, either way you would both still be alright

But when he was stumbling out of that field after the battle was done, his side having won, he stumbled upon your body

And Hvitserk found himself like he had before many times in his life

In denial

He could not react. Could not cry or scream, nothing. He just stared at your lifeless body, your shield broken beside you and a deep wound on your stomach

He walked away in silence, said nothing to no one. Just stood there in the middle of the other victorious warriors like a ghost

Only at night, so far away from everyone else that he could almost hear the troubled thoughts of his troubled mind, he cried

→ Sigurd Snake in the Eye

Even though he had told himself he would do what he had to, when it came to that he could not

Meeting you on the battlefield made him paralyzed and Sigurd found himself without any idea of what to do

You parted ways though, and it was sure in his mind that he would have the victory, but afterwards you would make peace with each other and move pass by it, as siblings would often do

But you did not prevail, and Sigurd did not believe it when he heard such news

He asked to see your body, but the other warriors told him it was impossible, the dead were already being pilled up and taken away. He would never see your face again

Sigurd felt shame, regret and sadness

He wished he had talked you out of that, that he had convinced you to fight with him after all

He had the victory, but he felt like he had failed deeply

→ Ivar the Boneless

He had threatened you when you had said you would fight against him, but as much of what he said when consumed by anger, Ivar did not really mean that

Seeing you be fatally wounded in the middle of the battle made him scream out in pure rage as he rushed to get to you

He killed the warrior who gave you that death sentence, wihout even thinking twice about the fact that thry were fighting on the same side

He pulled you closed to him, cried and sobbed, begging you to not leave him

You had always been close, and you never had thought less of him because of his legs. He loved you deeply for it

Even though you were the one dying, it was you comforted him, and said that you would be waiting for him in Valhalla, feasting with the Gods and your father, Ragnar

When you died, he went back to battle, heart filled with anger and pure hatred in his eyes

He wanted blood, and he would have it

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[hederasgarden]

His Goofy Girl

Summary: You have an entertaining reaction to the anesthesia used for your wisdom tooth extraction, much to Rooster ‘s amusement and embarrassment.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x F!Reader

Word Count:  630

Rating: 18+ only. Fluff, humor and one sexual comment.

A/N: Based on this request from @loquacious-shari. It's silly and goofy but made me laugh because I am currently sick.

It’s mostly deserted in the waiting room of the dentist office, just him and an elderly man who looks half asleep in his chair. Rooster jiggles his leg and absently scrolls on his phone to kill time, waiting for you to be done with your wisdom tooth extraction. It takes a full hour before the office door opens and he looks up to see the gray-haired nurse who checked you in earlier.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw,” she greets with a kind smile. “The doctor is about to finish up if you want to come back.”

"Thank you, ma'am.”

He follows her back to the exam room where you're currently snoozing in the chair. You look the most relaxed he’s ever seen you despite the fact your cheeks are packed with enough gauze that you resemble a chipmunk. If Rooster didn't think you'd kill him for it, he'd snap a photo of you right now.

"Hun, your boyfriend is here," the nurse says, gently shaking your shoulder.

You blink, nose scrunching adorably as you look around, confused.

"Hey, baby," Rooster says softly.

You turn towards the sound of his voice but stare at him blankly. Then your eyes narrow suspiciously before finally shooting open in recognition.

"Rooster!" You exclaim excitedly.

With the gauze in your mouth, his name comes out sounding more like Roofer than anything else. It makes him grins.

"Hey, come here," you lisp, crooking a finger at him. There's an unusually serious look in your eye as you stare him down. You wait to speak until he's bent down to your level. "You're high so you have to tell me the truth. Do you love me?"

Rooster has to fight the urge to laugh, glancing up at the nurse to share an amused look. “Absolutely, I love you the most,” he tells you solemnly.

You sigh and smile happily, turning to look at the nurse beside you. "This is my boyfriend, Roofer," you tell her.

"That's very nice dear," she says, patting your shoulder. "Now, let's get you to the car and on the way home. I'm sure your couch will be much more comfortable than this chair."

“Couch,” you whisper to yourself happily and this time Rooster does laugh.

You hum or try to at least, grinning up at him with a dopey look when he helps you stand. He loops your arm over his shoulder and the nurse walks on your other side, keeping you steady. You lean heavily against him, rubbing your forehead against his chest like a cat. Even though you’re walking you seem to doze off against his chest, waking up again when they try to get you in the front seat of his car.

"Roofer has a really big rock," you announce to the nurse with absolutely zero context or prompting.

A little part of Rooster dies inside as he closes his eyes, processing what the elderly nurse most certainly heard you say.

"Yes, I love rocks, I have a whole collection of them," Rooster replies after a tremendously awkward pause.

"That's lovely , everyone should collect something," the nurse says, giving him the tiniest sliver of his dignity back.

Together they manage to wrestle you into the front seat of his car and buckle you in without further comment. You wave happily at the nurse as Rooster puts the car in gear and backs out. When he gets you home and settled between his legs on the couch you promptly fall asleep, snoring softly and drooling on his chest. He kisses the crown of your head and relaxes into the couch cushions, arm tucked behind his head.

He’ll give you a day before he recounts your interaction with the nurse, already grinning at the thought of how cute and flustered you’re bound to get.

✥

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[skvatnavle]

Anything For You

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x reader

Warnings: Oh, lawdy. Where do I begin? mentions of alcohol, kissing, fluff, SMUT! oral (f and m receiving), fingering, slightly dom!Bob, unprotected sex, rough sex, breeding kink, cream pie and... I think that's it?

Notes: Shout out to @green-socks and @maggiescarborough for looking this over. It was a huge help 💜

And thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer for lending me her dividers 💜

And thanks to @serpentssss for the amazing ask 💕

Words: 3.1K

You’d been with Bob for a little over two years and despite him being away for some of that time, it had been the best years of your life. You could honestly say you’ve never loved anyone like you love Bob and you knew he felt the same. He never missed an opportunity to tell you that, and everything was easy with him. Like it was meant to be.

So when he one day asked if you wanted to move in with him, you said yes even before he finished his sentence. And that’s how you found yourself here in the middle of your housewarming party. Bob had invited some of his Top Gun buddies and you had invited the friends you knew would fly here. Already feeling like a navy wife, you had to move away from home for Bob, but you didn’t mind, you’d follow him anywhere.

The night had been full of drinks, karaoke (where Rooster had laid claim on the mic) and lots of dancing. Bob would often find you and give you sweet kisses, before returning to his buddies. But he always kept you close, smiling every time you caught his eye. He was happier than you’d ever seen him before. And so were you.

Later you escape the warmth of the living room, joining Laila in the cool night air out on the terrace. Sipping on your drinks, you catch up on everything that has happened with her since you moved away. But it doesn’t take long before she turns her attention back to you.

“Tell me everything. How are things with you and Bob?”

“Everything is good. I’m seriously on cloud nine. I’m so happy.” You pause, smiling wide from ear to ear. “Bob is amazing. The sweetest and most caring guy I’ve ever met. I love him so much.”

“But…?”

You look up, only to find her leaning forward with a raised eyebrow. Fidgeting with the label on your bottle, you just shrug and try to seem indifferent, when you look back into her eyes.

“No buts. Everything is great.”

She just gives you a knowing look, coaxing you to tell more. Damn, she knows you too well and could always spot if there was anything remotely wrong. You really shouldn’t say anything, because it really wasn’t a problem, was it?

“Well, I… Okay, it’s… No, I can’t say that.”

“Come on, sweetie. What is it?”

You almost feel ashamed that you’ve made it seem like there’s a problem. Especially since you should have just talked to Bob about it instead. But he is so sweet and you’re afraid he won’t understand. 

“Okay. It’s… sexual. But before I tell you, I’ll let you know that the sex is great, just so you don’t get any ideas.”

She just nods, ready to listen. You sigh heavily, before turning towards her.

“Okay, so… The problem is that--- Maybe he’s too nice?” you pause, cringing at the way you sound. “Sometimes I just wish he could be a little rougher. Be a little more dominating, take charge. He is so sweet and always makes sure I’m satisfied, but I wish that he just once took charge and… Hell, he doesn’t even have to make me come if he could just grab me by the throat or something. Just once.”

She just nods, knowing exactly what you mean. Your ex was the polar opposite of Bob personality wise, but the sex had been mind-blowing. You love that Bob is a lover, but sometimes you wish he could just be rougher with you. 

Feeling silly over the whole thing, you quickly tell Laila not to say anything and keep quiet. Bob doesn’t need to know about this, cause really, you are happy and would hate if he got hurt over this. Laila gets up and holds out her hand.

“Wanna come back inside with me?”

“In a few. It’s hot as hell in there.”

You give her hand a little squeeze, before she walks to the door. When she steps over the threshold, she almost bumps into Bob. Wide eyed and fidgeting with the little straw in his cup, Laila has no doubt that Bob heard every word.

A few hours later, the guests are gone and you’re standing in the mess they left. You loved them all, but man, they were messy. Looking towards the bedroom, you see the soft light seeping out between the door and the frame. Bob had already gone to bed as the last guest left. He had seemed a bit off the last couple of hours, but maybe Hangman had just forced him to do a shot. That always seemed to make him go under faster.

But to your surprise, Bob isn’t in the bed when you enter the bedroom. Sitting in the chair in the corner, he looks to the glass in his hand, the liquor swirling around softly. When you call his name, he doesn’t look up, just downs the shot, before putting the glass down next to a bottle of whiskey on the table. It’s not until then his eyes meet yours followed by a dark expression on his face.

“Bob? What's wrong?”

Pushing off the armrests, he stands and slowly makes his way over to you, his gaze intense. As he stops mere inches from you, he reaches up and cups your jaw, his thumb gently caressing the soft flesh of your cheek.

“Do you love me?”

Taken aback by his words, not knowing why he would ever ask you that question like this, it takes you a few seconds to answer. 

“Of course. You know I love you more than anything. Bob, wh-”

“Quiet.”

It’s not a request, but a straight up order. So you stop, hating how your body is reacting. You should be worried, wondering why Bob is acting weird, but the only thing on your mind is how his words and actions make your body quiver. 

“Get on your knees.”

“But Bob, what’s-”

“Get. On. Your. Knees. That’s an order.”

The heat is already pooling between your thighs as you slowly kneel in front of him. He hasn’t even touched you yet, but you can already feel how soaked you are. His thumb moves over your lower lip, and you feel his finger trembling slightly. 

“You know what I want you to do.”

Trembling at his words, you fumble with his belt, before slowly pulling down the zipper. Letting his pants fall to the ground, you see how his hard cock is, already straining against the fabric of his underwear. You hook your fingertips in the elastic of his boxer briefs and pull a little, looking up into his eyes. Bob is already breathing hard with anticipation, so you pull the briefs down and free his aching cock.

Your mouth is watering at the sight, wanting to suck him so bad, but you already know from his tone that Bob is calling the shots tonight, and you’re not going to risk having this whole thing stopped for doing anything before he tells you to.

“Like what you see, baby?” he pauses, almost sounding nervous, “Be a good girl and… suck my cock.”

You want to start off slow, tease him a little at first, but you can’t help yourself. You surge forward and lap at his cock, licking up his length before taking him into your mouth. 

You’re savoring the slow drag of his dick against your lips, saliva building up in the back of your mouth as you try to take more of it. You moan, deep and low in your throat, Bob’s dick muffling the sound. You moan out loud, and Bob does too. You could cry at how good this feels, wordlessly appreciating how perfect Bob’s cock feels against your tongue.

“So good for me. S-so good for me.”

Bob groans above you, his hand tightening in your hair even more, tipping over the edge of being painful. You whimper at the sensation, but you feel your pussy throb, too. You’re not one to shy away from a little pain with your pleasure.

Breaking away for air, you wrap your hand around him, before taking Bob in your mouth again, short bobs of your head, taking only half of his cock. You hollow out your cheeks and suck hard. He calls your name from above you and thrusts forward, nearly gagging you in the process. You get the hint to take as much of Bob as you can, closing the space between your hand and your lips as your throat loosens.

Bob startles you when he tugs your hair and drags you off his cock. He pulls you back so that you’re looking up at him. You let out a whimper at the sudden loss of contact, but the sight before you is a reward in itself. Bob, your gorgeous, sweet Bob, looks completely wrecked already, beautiful blue eyes blown wide and gazing down on you. Dirty blonde hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead.

Panting heavily, he looks into your eyes and wets his lips, before loosening the grip on your hair, but still holding you in place, mere inches from his aching cock.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

Nodding, you give him a soft yes, never breaking eye contact. His free hand runs through his damp locks as he swallows hard.

“I would do anything for you.”

The words hang in the air, the weight of them heavy. Anything for you. It suddenly hits you. He heard you and Laila talking, that’s why he’s doing this, pushing himself out of his comfort zone. He’s doing it for you. The realization makes your heart beat faster and without thinking, you get up and kiss him deeply. You savor the feeling of his lips against yours, positive you’ll never get tired of the softness of them. Bob lets out a small sigh and puts his hands behind your head to pull you closer. His mouth opens a little and he’s licking at your bottom lip, with a hint of teeth. You taste the whiskey on him, your tongue dancing over his.

Bob tugs at your hair again, pulling you away. His lips are already swollen and spit-slick, tempting you to kiss him again. But he holds you in place, as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“I’m not done yet. Take your clothes off.”

Without question, you follow his order and start stripping down for him. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you slowly expose more skin. It’s funny. You’ve been naked countless times with Bob, but for the first time you truly feel naked, exposed. Once done, you stand there as his eyes roam your form, his eyes dark with lust.

“Get on the bed.”

Eyes never leaving his, you lay down on the bed. He walks up to you, his warm palms slowly running up your legs towards your wet core. You ache for him, dying for him to touch you, but he barely brushes past the small patch of curls before moving his hands down your thighs again. 

Slowly, he pushes your legs apart, spreading you open for him. Wetting his lips, he dives down between your legs and places a soft kiss on your mound, making you moan his name. He licks up your slit, tasting how needy you are for him, flicking his tongue at your clit.

“Fuck, Bob!”

He licks again, painfully slow, teasing you. When you whimper beneath him, he gives in and places his mouth on your clit and starts sucking. Looking down, you see him smirking against your folds.

Bob takes his time, licking, sucking and biting lightly at your clit. You buck against him, needing more, but he moves his hands to your hips, to keep you still. You are trashing under him, trying to get him to speed up, and you can see he’s loving the power he has over you.

“Lay still, sweetheart. Or I’ll stop.”

Biting your lip, you curse under your breath as you try to lay still for him. His mouth finds your core again, eating you like you were his last meal and with a final flick of his tongue, you come undone. As you cry out his name, Bob slides his fingers into you. Pumping his long digits in and out of your wet heat, he keeps you coming while working you open. Getting you ready for him.

The grip on your hip tightens, but you whimper desperately, so Bob doesn’t let go. Hoping it would bruise, hoping you’d later see the imprint of his fingers on your skin, showing that you’re his. Letting you remember what he did tonight.

You swallow, rolling against Bob again, showing how much you need him. Those beautiful eyes of his grow darker, blue irises almost entirely eclipsed by the black holes of his pupils.

You need him. Need him to kiss you until all you can taste is him. Need him inside you. Captivated you watch as he fists himself, giving his cock a few pumps. His muscles tighten with each pass of his fist, making you squirm under his gaze. If he didn’t do something soon, you were going to combust.

“Fuck me… please…”

And with that soft plea falling from your lips, Bob gives in and finally pushes into you. As he sheathes himself in you, inch by delicious inch, you moan out his name. The stretch of him burns, setting your entire body on fire. But you welcome the ache. Bob brings a hand up to gently stroke your hair. A gesture so tender, you fall apart. Caught between the mattress and the man you love. The man you never want to let go.

You close your eyes, whimpering as Bob pulls back and thrusts back into you slowly, spearing you open in the most delicious way. But it wasn’t enough. As if he heard your silent plea, he pulls out of you and both hands move to your hips to flip you over. Laying on your stomach, you feel his hands caress your thighs and ass before pulling you up, face down in the mattress and ass up in the air. He repositions himself behind you and sinks into you.

He pulls back just a little, before pushing back in with a deep groan. He does it again, painfully slow, letting you feel every inch of his cock. But soon he is rutting into you, his hand moving to your shoulder to hold you in place. His other hand grips your hip harder as he sets a punishing pace, his pelvis slapping against you with every thrust. This is unlike all the other times you’d been with Bob. This time he was possessive, needy. As if he couldn’t get you close enough.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good!”

With each snap of his hips, he sends bolts of pleasure through your entire body, and it doesn’t take much for you to come again. Clamping down on his cock, you feel his pace falter for a second as he grips onto your hips, trying to steady himself. But he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his pace soon relentless again.

His hands move up and grab you by the shoulder, pulling your back flush against his chest. One hand finds its way between your legs, skillfully playing with your clit, while the other closes around your neck. He kisses your neck, just below your ear, before he whispers through strained breath.

“Is this what you wanted?”

Thrusting hard into you, he makes you whimper, pulling the most sinful noises from you. You’re lost in the feeling of him, lost in the pleasure. Barely able to think, you can barely form a sentence.

“Y-yes… Fu-Oh, God. Please…”

Just as you feel the familiar tightening in the pit of your stomach, Bob pulls away from you. Wide eyed, you stare over your shoulder, begging for him to keep fucking you, to keep using you.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, baby. Lay down on your back.”

Eagerly you lay down, spread open for him. You don’t even care how needy you must look, how desperate. You want him to ruin you completely. He crawls between your legs and buries himself in you with one, hard trust. You whimper, already sore, but God, you want more. He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“I want you to look me in the eyes when I come inside you.”

Snapping his hips, harder and faster, he keeps holding your gaze, his beautiful blue eyes gone, now completely black with lust. With each drag of his cock, he brings you closer to yet another earth shattering orgasm. His pace begins to falter again, the thrusts becoming irregular. He is so close, but he fights it.

“God, sweetheart. I-I wanna f-fill you with my cum.”

He stutters, his cock barely leaving your cunt, his thrusts shallow. Looking through heavy lids, he keeps looking into your eyes and he hits that sweet spot in you over and over. You’re so close.

“Fuck, I… I wanna p-put a baby in y-you.”

His name is all that leaves your lips like the sweetest prayer as you come, digging your nails into his shoulders. Bob buries his head in your neck, groaning as he fills you to the brim with his hot release. Thrusting a few more times, he kisses your neck softly, nipping at the tender flesh. You’re completely cock drunk, just lay there completely used with closed eyes.

Bob rolls onto his back and takes you with him, letting your head rest on his chest. Breathing still heavy, he kisses your forehead.

“I, ehm… I hope that was okay?”

Snorting, you hide your face in his chest, giggling like a schoolgirl. How he could even ask that is beyond you. You just look into his eyes, once again seeing your soft sweet Bob, and kiss him. 

“That was more than okay. I guess you heard me and Laila?”

He just nods and kisses you again.

“So… This is why you drank that whiskey?”

“Yeah, I… There’s no way I could have done this without any liquor.”

You both giggle softly, before Bob gently breaks away from you. Thinking he’s going for a cloth to clean up, you’re surprised when he pushes your legs together and shoves a pillow under your butt. Cocking your eyebrow at him, you make him smile, blushing to a deep red.

“Ehm, I… I meant the baby thing.”

Thank you so much for reading <3

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[mayhem24-7forever]

Time Is Running Out - Running Out of Time Part One

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mitchell!Reader Oneshot

~ Part Two ~

Maverick’s daughter is hiding a pretty big secret from her dad and her friends, hopefully Jake won’t blow it all...

Author’s Notes: Ok so first of all, I don’t want minors reading any of my fics, even if they are SFW so this one is especially off limits! I deserve a safe place to express myself so please respect my boundaries. Yeah the ‘L word’ joke is from Scott Pilgrim Versus the World but I didn't remember/realize that until after I wrote it and I think it’s cute as fuck so we’ll pretend its a reference or a homage like the joke in The Quarry. My apologies Edgar Wright, apparently we share a brain cell for dialogue writing/joke making. This was originally going to be a Bob fic but I wrote it so out of character for him that it was actually in character for Jake and decided to switch it over. A large portion of this is just me naming banger 80’s songs, making really random references to other projects that the top gun actors have been in and definitely ripping off the rooftop dance scene from Set It Up so I’m sorry. Huge thank yous to @a-reader-and-a-writer​ for originally beta reading this and pointing out that it would be better as a Jake fic than a Bob fic and to @skvatnavle​ and @maggiescarborough​ for beta reading as well. Dividers by @jbarneswilson​.

Content Warnings: secret dating, fluff, NSFWish, smutish, really suggestive content, super light fingering/oral/teasing, super light breast and ass fondling, public sex, almost caught, low key forbidden romance-ish, alcohol, kissing/making out/hickeys, that super relatable feel when you’re trying to act normal in front of your best friend but your boyfriend has his head under your skirt, lowkey public sex/exhibitionism, mentions of the military, overprotective fathers/boyfriends/best friends, mentioning murder/robbery/criminals, talk about locking doors/walking someone out to a car as a safety precaution/pepper spray (aka the reality of being a young woman alone at night), adult language/cursing

“Last call! I ain’t waiting here until the sun rises so pack it up!” Y/N Mitchell called from behind the bar to the last group of customers all gathered around the pool table.

It was exceptionally late at night—or very early in the morning depending on your perspective—and the only people left in The Hard Deck were Y/N and the Top Gun team, who were engaged in a very heated game of ‘cutthroat pool’. As Hangman, Rooster, Phoenix, Coyote, and Payback played, Bob and Fanboy sat to the side and talked about a new weapons system they had to learn. Y/N had been left to run the bar on her own as Jimmy had gotten off work early in the afternoon to take his grandchildren to see a movie and her father, Maverick, had taken Penny home around midnight. Overall, the night had gone quite well. But 2 A.M. was the bar’s official closing time so it was time for them to go.

“Well, I’m gonna head out! Got a booty call from a hottie to get to!” Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin announced, standing up and heading towards the door. “Good night and thanks for the beers, Y/N!”

“Have fun with your booty call!” She called after him with a smirk. “Wrap it before you tap it!”

He walked out the door, Y/N and Jake sharing a secret grin with one another at their private joke before he left. They had been dating for almost a month but no one else knew, not even Penny. If her dad found out that she was dating a member of the team, the couple would be in pretty hot water as he was incredibly protective of his only child. So they had decided to keep their blossoming romance a secret from the world. Hence, Hangman’s nightly announcements that he had a different girl to go fuck to throw the team off their trail.

“Good night!” Payback, Coyote, and Fanboy each called out as they headed out the front door and she waved.

“Need me to stay while you close and walk you out to your car?” Rooster asked.

“Did my dad put you up to this?” She asked and he laughed.

“No, but he’d probably appreciate me keeping an eye on you.” he replied and she smiled.

“Alright teacher’s pet, sorry to rob you of making my dad happy but I’m a big girl and I can get myself home just fine.” she replied. “But I really do appreciate it. Thanks Bradley.”

“Alright fine, but if you get murdered by some psycho masked killer or something, I want you to know that your dad will make sure I am held solely responsible for your death.” Bradley joked and she rolled her eyes.

Something like that might have sounded strange or even morbid to anyone else but Y/N had known Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw for her entire life. He was her best friend since they were kids and they’d even lost their virginities to one another as an experiment before Bradley joined the navy, a fact that the team had regretfully learned about during a very, very drunk night of truth or dare. There was nothing romantic between the pair, there never had been, but it didn’t stop Jake from being a little bit jealous of his mustached wingman.

“Go home Bradley before I use my pepper spray on you instead of a crazed murderer.” she responded, shoving him playfully towards the door and shaking her head.

“Alright, good night Y/N.” Rooster said as he left, Bob and Phoenix following with their goodbyes as they exited.

She closed the door behind them before going to the side patio doors leading to the beach and closing them as well, remembering to lock them too. Her next order of business was to turn off the jukebox and plug her phone into the speaker system, selecting her closing and cleaning playlist. It was mostly comprised of 80’s hits that her dad had gotten her into and she loved to listen to them in the empty bar. The opening guitar riff of “Dead Man’s Party” by Oingo Boingo played out of the bar speakers and she adjusted it to a slightly lower level that she could still hear.

She swayed to the beat and hummed the tune as she updated the bar tab books and counted out the cash register. It took a few songs to finish at the register and to put the cash in the safe in the back office but she was soon onto the next closing task of washing the mugs and glasses in the back kitchen area and taking notes for Jimmy on what needed to be restocked during his opening shift.

She was beginning to mop up a few spots of spilled beer on the floor when “Let’s Hear it for the Boy” by Deniece Williams began playing. She smiled, the song always reminded her of Jake, because he took her to see an anniversary showing of Footloose at a drive-in-theater for their first date. The song never failed to make her happy and she couldn’t stop herself from dancing around the bar, singing into the mop like a microphone as she cleaned up sticky puddles of spilled drinks.

Unbeknownst to her, Jake had come back to the bar and entered through the back kitchen door. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning on the door frame as he watched his girlfriend dance around the room. She sang along loudly to the lyrics and he smiled. Her little cleaning concerts were one of the things he loved most about her and part of the reason why he kept coming back to help her close the bar, even if it was really late and he was tired. Her energy and happiness gave him energy and made him happy.

His only complaint was that she always got so into the music that she wasn’t aware of her surroundings and often forgot to lock the back door, a bad habit that made him nervous. The other part of the reason he would come to help her close, no matter how exhausted he was, was because he worried about her and wanted to make sure she was safe. It wasn’t like Fightertown and San Diego were dens of crime or something, he just had the urge to protect her because he loved her so much, not that she knew. They hadn’t said they loved each other yet, although they both felt that way. As he watched her sing and dance as she cleaned, completely oblivious to him in the doorway, he decided to surprise her and quietly moved towards her.

“Oh maybe he’s no Romeo but he’s my lovin’ one-man show!” She sang into the mop handle, loudly and only slightly off key. “Oh whoa-oa-oa let’s hear it for the b-”

He cut her off as he wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her up in his arms, spinning her around with a laugh. She dropped the mop in surprise and screamed for a moment before realizing that she recognized the arms holding her and the laugh in her ear as that of her boyfriend.

“Jake!” she squealed as he put her down and she turned around in his arms to slap his chest angrily. “Don’t do that! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Really? Let me check your pulse.” He replied with a smirk as he put his palm on her breast and squeezed lightly. “It does feel a little fast.”

“Very funny.” she said as she rolled her eyes and tried to stay mad at him but couldn’t, cracking a smile as she pushed his hand away. “Did you come back here just to feel me up while I’m trying to close up?”

“I actually came back to spend some quality time with my girlfriend and protect her but your option is much more fun.” Jake said, reaching to grab her breasts again and she shook her head, laughing as she pushed him away.

“Protect me?” she questioned.

“Someone’s gotta do it since for some reason you refuse to lock the door when you’re here alone!” Jake said matter-of-factly as he moved to wrap his arms around her waist again.

“I forgot, okay!” she replied, setting her hands on his chest as she looked up at him and he raised his eyebrows in doubt.

“I’ve told you to lock the back door a hundred times, what if I was some crazy guy with a gun or something?” Jake asked.

“Oh my God! You sound just like my dad and Bradley!” she exclaimed with a smile.

“Because they’re right.” he replied.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked as she put a hand against his forehead as if to check his temperature. “Hangman and Rooster agreeing on something? Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” He shook her hand off his head as she laughed.

“We are capable of getting along occasionally, you know.” he said with a smile before getting a little more serious. “But seriously babe, you have to start remembering to lock the back door. I worry about you, okay?”

She nodded her head and gazed into his earnest green eyes, touched by the affection and worry he held for her.

“I’m sorry babe, I really am trying to remember.” she said, putting a hand on his cheek affectionately.

“It’s alright, I’ll just have to come be your personal bodyguard and help you close every night until you remember.” Jake replied and she laughed.

“You’d get bored.” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I could never get bored of you.” he said and she smiled, pulling him into an appreciative kiss. When they pulled back, he continued. “I am sorry that I interrupted your stage performance, your mop microphone is cute and I love your singing voice. I hope you were thinking of someone special as you sung…” He trailed off with a smug grin.

“I was actually.” she answered, a sly smile creeping onto her face as she continued. “I was thinking about Bradley. ‘He’s my lovin’ one man show’, you know? I just think he’s so hot-”

He cut her off by surging forwards to give her a jealous and possessive kiss, so hard and passionate it took her by surprise for a moment before she leaned into the kiss. He kissed her like a man possessed for a few moments more and then pulled back, smirking down at her as she tried to catch her breath, confused as to why he stopped.

“You were saying something about pornstache?” he asked smugly.

“Alright fine, I was singing about you.” she said and as he began to celebrate she quickly added “But don’t let it get to your head!”

“I’ll try.” he replied.

“I didn’t think you were going to come back tonight, you’ve done it three times this week.” she said, seizing the quiet moment to let out some of her anxieties. “The team is gonna get suspicious at some point and when they find out, my dad is gonna find out.”

“No one is going to find out.” Jake assured her, stroking her cheek. “I drove  little down the highway before turning around and taking the back streets and I parked behind the dumpster. Besides, the team thinks I’m sleeping around with a different girl every night. If anyone asks me where I was, I just make up a name.”

“Finally, your reputation as a man-whore is paying off.” she laughed and Jake clutched a hand to his chest as if he was offended.

“You think I’m a whore?”  he asked with a fake gasp before laughing.

“A different girl every night? If the shoe fits…” she joked, trailing off.

“Don’t slut shame me for my cover story or I may have to battle the skank allegations by telling everyone where I’m really spending my nights.” Jake shot back and she rolled her eyes.

“I’m not slut shaming, there’s nothing wrong with being a little slutty.” she said. “But ‘skank allegations’? You’re so dramatic.”

“But you love it.” Jake replied with that charming smile of his.

“I tolerate it.” she countered with a laugh. “There’s a difference.”

“I’m hurt!” he said sarcastically before turning serious for a moment. “But seriously, your dad and the team aren’t gonna find out until you’re ready to tell them, you don’t have to worry.”

She nodded and gave him a small appreciative smile but he could tell there was still something bothering her. “What is it babe?”

“You really don’t mind keeping us a secret for now? Sneaking around and telling not-so-little white lies to the team?” she asked, before biting her lip nervously.

“I really don’t mind. I think it’s kinda hot actually.” he assured her with a wink and a light slap on her ass.

She laughed but shook her head and put a hand to his cheek, gazing into his eyes seriously.

“Jake, I’m serious!” she said. “I don’t want you to think I’m ashamed of us because I’m not, I’m just nervous about telling my dad that I’m dating one of his pilots. He gets so protective and I don't want it to change your relationship with him or with the team. Plus, you and Bradley are finally getting along and I don’t want it all to go to waste when he probably tries to kill you for this. We’ll tell them soon, just not now.”

He cupped his hands on her cheeks and spoke clearly, not breaking his earnest gaze for even a moment. “Babe, I swear to you that I don’t care if no one knows about us or if the whole world does. I don’t care if I have to fight Rooster or deal with your pissed off father, all I want is to make you happy.” She smiled and pulled him into a kiss before pulling back and resting her forehead on his, the tips of their noses barely touching.

“Who knew that beneath all that cocky playboy confidence there’s a really great and sweet guy that I’m really lucky to have?” she said lowly as she looked into his smiling eyes. “You, Jake Seresin, were the most unexpected surprise in my life.”

“A good surprise I hope.” he said, just an edge of nervousness in his voice.

“A really good surprise and I’m so glad for it.” she replied and he pulled back to kiss her on the forehead, holding her close in his arms as he gathered the courage he needed.

“All I ever do is try to live up to the man you deserve. You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met…” he paused, taking a deep breath before adding “I know we haven’t used the ‘L word’ yet but I want you to know that I’ll do anything for you.”

“The ‘L word’? Lesbians?” she joked and his heart fluttered at her attempt to make him feel less nervous.

“Yes. Y/N Mitchell, I am deeply and hopelessly in lesbians with you.” he said playfully but she could tell he meant every single word, her heart skipping a beat.

“Then I guess it’s a really good thing that I am also deeply and hopelessly in lesbians with you, Jake Seresin.” she replied, so grateful he felt the same way as her before pulling him into a long kiss that said more than any words ever could. They hadn’t specifically used the word ‘love’ but they both knew what the other meant.  When they pulled back, she smiled as she stepped backwards and out of his arms. “Now, we’d better start cleaning unless we want to be here all night.”

“Yeah, we’d better.” Jake said with a grin, slapping her ass as he walked past her to pick up the mop and finish up the sticky spot she had been working on before he arrived and distracted her.

She began wiping down the bartop as he finished with the mop and put it away before grabbing a rag and wiping down the tables, putting the chairs up on them as he finished each one. She was sweeping when he finished and he took out the trash, returning from the back to see her trying to reach something on a high shelf by the pool table, stretched up on her tip-toes. He smiled and hurried over, easily grabbing the object from the shelf and handing it to her as she thanked him.

“Are these yours?” she asked, holding up a pair of sunglasses someone had left behind.

“Nope.” Jake replied. “I left mine in my car.”

“Damn. I’ll have to put them in the lost and found box, I don’t know who they belong to because everyone wears sunglasses and they all look the same.” she said as she headed over towards to put them in the box under the bar.

She resumed sweeping and he grabbed a broom to join her, although he was more of a hindrance than a help as he kept poking her with the broom, bumping hers with his, and taking dance breaks from sweeping every ten seconds.

“I was born to love her and I will never be free, you’ll always be apart of me!” Jake sang along loudly to “Always Something There To Remind Me” by Naked Eyes as she shook her head with a smile and told him to keep sweeping, ignoring his pantomime concert. He kept singing, increasing his efforts to get her attention as she tried, and failed, to focus on sweeping. Eventually he dropped the broom and started wildly flapping his arms around like he had lost feeling in them and was trying to wake them up. She was amazed he hadn’t fallen over from jumping around so much.

“You’re gonna break a leg or something if you keep doing that, Jake.” she said with a laugh as she paused her cleaning. “You have to fly tomorrow.”

“Don’t need legs to fly, babe.” he said as he shimmied towards her and pushed the broom out of her hand, letting it clatter on to the floor as he continued dancing in front of her.

“You look like a dying bird trying to do a mating dance.” she said as he bobbed his head towards her.

“Is it working? Am I seducing you?” He asked and she put a palm to his forehead and gently pushed him backwards.

“We have work to do.” she replied simply, but he could see she was trying to hide her grin as she leaned over to pick up her broom and continue sweeping. “God, no one would ever believe me if I told them how much of a dork you can be sometimes.”

“Only for you, babe.” he said, his movements slowing as he watched her try to stop herself from smiling as she swept, avoiding looking at him. “I just really love making you laugh.”

He took a break from dancing to catch his breath as the song ended and the next began, the opening notes of Berlin’s “Take My Breath Away” filling the room.

“Oh, I love this song!” Jake exclaimed, holding out a hand to her. “Dance with me?”

“No, at least one of us needs to keep cleaning.” she said as she paused her sweeping to look at him.

“Pleeeease?” he asked with a fake pout with big puppy dog eyes.

“Fine. One dance and then we have to finish up.” she said as she leaned the broom up against a nearby table and took his hand.

He pulled her in against his chest, smiling in victory. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other holding one of her hands as she hooked the other around his neck. They swayed slowly to the beat as he held her close, smiling down at her.

“It’s just like prom.” she joked and he laughed, each chuckle reverberating against her chest.

“I didn’t go to my prom.” Jake said. “I did go to the after parties though.”

“That is so you.” she replied.

“What was your prom like?” he asked.

“Bradley took me.” she answered and Jake quirked an eyebrow up in surprise. “He wasn’t gonna go but my boyfriend broke up with me a week before the dance. I was really upset and I already had my dress and everything, so he came so I wouldn’t be alone. I think my dad asked him to.”

“Did you dance like this with him?” Jake asked, just an edge of apprehensive jealousy in his voice.

“No, I didn’t.” She said with a smile. “His dancing is atrocious, I could only get him out on the dance floor once or twice and I think it was for just like the macarena or something like that.”

“So, I’m not only a better lover than him, but I’m also a better dancer… good to know.” Jake said, smirking.

“You know that Bradley and I are, and always have been, just friends, right?” she asked, looking up at him and trying to make sure he knew she was serious. “I know I can’t keep you from being competitive with him but I want to make sure you know that you have nothing to be jealous about. I’m in love with you, not him.”

“I’m always gonna be a little jealous that he was your first but I know that I’m gonna be your last.” Jake said and she smiled before laying her head on his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat as they swayed in a circle.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and began to whisper along with the lyrics to the song in her ear.

“Take my breath away…” he murmured, in a singsong voice.

“You take my breath away, Jake.” she whispered back and he smiled, before moving her into a spin.

She giggled as he turned her in his arms, wrapping himself around her back and then spinning her away again. They twirled around the room together, her making her laugh every time he spun her out and reeled her back in. As the song ended, he reeled her back one last time, holding her waist to keep her back to his chest.

“I think we’ve done enough cleaning for tonight.” he said lowly, his breath hot on her neck as she craned up and backwards to look at him.

“Oh really?” she asked, her eyebrows raising in amusement.

“Yeah, I do.” he said before dropping his voice into a whisper, lips ghosting the very edge of her ear. “And I’ve always wanted to fuck you on the bar.”

She smiled and pulled out of his arms, making her way around the bar to stand across from him. She leaned over, her elbows on the wood holding her weight as she continued tipping forwards, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.

“What, this bar?” she asked coyly before she smirked and crooked a finger at him, beckoning for him to join her.

He didn’t waste a second to join her behind the bar, pulling her into a hard and passionate kiss, every movement radiating with need and hunger. His hands on her waist tightened and he moved her backwards until her back hit the edge of the bar. In one swift motion, he lifted her up and onto the bar top and she could feel his grin against her lips as she squeaked in surprise. He slotted himself between her legs and pulled her flush against him, one hand with a firm but gentle grip on the side of her face and the other on the side of her thigh, which was bare as her sundress had ridden up. Her hands were hooked behind his neck, her fingers threading into his hair.

“Couldn’t stop looking at you in this dress all night…” he said between rough and demanding kisses, taking a handful of the fabric in his fist as he pushed it further up to expose her panties beneath it. “I just couldn’t wait to get under it.”

“You really like it?” she asked breathlessly as she pulled backwards for gasps of air. “I got it for Bradley’s birthday party last month but I decided not to wear it because I thought it made me look fat.”

“You look fucking gorgeous. You always look so fucking beautiful.” he said, hands wandering around her body. “And don’t mention Rooster while we’re making out, you’re gonna make me jealous.”

“Oh really? Well then… Bradley Bradshaw.” she said smugly, teasing him as her eyes dared him to punish her. He gave a dramatic sigh.

“Well, I guess I have to fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name, let alone his. The only name I want to hear out of those pretty little lips tonight is mine.” he said gruffly, kissing her in a hard, claiming kiss before moving his lips down to her neck, hiking her leg up to press himself against her core.

“Oh, fuck…” she said, half a moan as he ground the bulge in his jeans against her pantied pussy as he expertly tongued her favorite spot just under her ear. “Jake, you can’t leave a hickey this time, I don’t think that my dad will buy that I burned myself with a curling iron again this week.”

He raised himself off her just enough that his lips still grazed her skin, his words muffled when he said “Just tell him it was a straightener this time.”

He immediately resumed working his way down her neck, her laugh turning to a moan when he reached her chest. Her fingers shook as she tried to unbutton his shirt, desperate to get at the toned abs beneath it. She was about halfway through when they heard the front door jiggle, just barely audible over the soft music. They froze as the door clicked open, grateful that the part of the bar they were at wasn’t visible from the front door.

“Did you really forget to lock the front door too?” Jake whispered.

“I thought I did!” she replied as quietly as possible.

“Y/N, are you still here?” Rooster’s voice called from out of sight as the door swung open with a creak.

“Oh fuck! Hide!” she whispered frantically, slightly panicking as Jake pulled her off the bar top and ducked down just before Rooster walked into sight.

She quickly grabbed a nearby rag and pretended to wipe down the spot she had just been seated at, Jake’s hot breath against her thigh as he knelt beside her, pressed up against a keg of beer connected to a tap. Rooster was oblivious to her panic as he was scanning the room for something.

“I forgot my sunglasses, have you seen them?” he asked as he looked around the piano.

“You came back here at four in the morning to get your sunglasses?” she asked, flustered and a little annoyed they had been interrupted.

“Yeah, they were my dad’s and you know how I don’t like not knowing where they are.” he replied, continuing to look around the room as he made his way towards the pool table.

“Oh…” she said, trailing off as she thought about how attached Bradley was to his dad’s belongings, especially his Hawaiian shirts and sunglasses. Suddenly, Jake stuck his head under her sundress and she squeaked in surprise when she felt his hot breath on her inner thigh.

“Are you alright?” Rooster asked, looking up from his search to check on her.

“Uhh… yeah, no, I’m fine! Totally fine!” she said, discreetly smacking at Jake’s head under her skirt which did nothing to deter him from sneaking his hands up her legs and gently palming her ass. She could practically feel him smirking against her thigh. “Just something in my throat, you know?”

“More like something in your cunt…” Jake muttered into her panties, so quietly that she could barely hear him, meaning that Bradley couldn’t from across the room but she cleared her throat loudly to cover it anyways.

“Uhh, okay.” Rooster said as he continued his search.

Jake licked a stripe on her panties, his nose nudging her clothed folds and she had to bite down hard on her lip to stop a moan from escaping. She thanked the heavens that Bradley was too preoccupied poking around the pool table to notice her behavior.

“Have you seen them?” he asked as he checked the shelves and the windowsill.

“Seen… seen- seen what?” she asked, struggling to focus and not moan out loud as Jake slipped two fingers under her panties and stroked her dripping folds.

Mercifully, Jake removed his wandering fingers when she smacked his head again and he chuckled really quietly against the skin of her inner thigh before pulling his head out from under her dress. Rooster turned to look at her in concern.

“My sunglasses… Are you okay? You’re acting a little weird.” he said as he raised an eyebrow in concern.

“I’m just really tired Bradley, can’t wait to get home and get some sleep, you know…” she said meeting his eyes and seeing a hint of suspicion in them so she quickly added “I put your sunglasses in the lost and found box, just give me a second.”

She ducked down under the bar to crouch at Jake’s level, glaring at him as he smirked, licking her juices off his fingers.

“Yeah babe, what’s wrong? You’re acting weird.” he whispered smugly.

“I’m gonna kill you.” she whispered as she grabbed the sunglasses from the box and stood back up to address Rooster, holding them out. “Here you go Bradley!”

He smiled and moved to her to grab them, her heart racing as she realized all he had to do was look down to see Jake behind the bar. Mercifully, he didn’t look down, just backed up and slowly headed for the door.

“Thanks!” he said before stopping and turning around, her heart stopping with him. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay while you finish up and walk you to your car?”

“No!” she said way too quickly and loudly, immediately switching to a more casual tone and volume. “I mean… no, I have to do some inventory and it’ll take at least an hour, but thanks for offering.”

“Alright.” Rooster replied. “Just make sure you lock the door next time, I could have been anyone.”

“Told you…” Jake muttered from under the bar.

“Did you say something?” Rooster asked.

“Yeah, I just said I’d walk you out.” she covered quickly, lightly and discreetly kicking Jake as she moved from behind the bar and to the front door.

She hugged him and said goodbye as he left, locking the door behind him before turning around with her eyes closed to sigh heavily in relief, her back pressed to the door. When she opened her eyes, Jake was leaning against the wall that blocked the bar from view at the door. He had a shit eating grin on his face, his blonde hair was lightly tousled from when she had been pulling it on it, and his shirt was still only half-buttoned, exposing his tanned and toned chest.

“Leaving the front door unlocked too?” he tutted smugly. “You definitely need me here to protect you.”

She marched towards him and smacked him on the chest angrily.

“Ow.” he said quietly, more out of surprise than actual hurt.

“Jacob Thomas Seresin!” she scolded, angrily wagging a finger at him and pointing it into his chest. “What is wrong with you? Are you absolutely insane?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he said, putting his hands up in surrender before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. “I just couldn’t resist.”

She pursed her lips, tying to stay mad at him but couldn’t as he gave her a charming grin. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Do you really want Bradley to find out about us because you can’t stop yourself from poking your nose under my dress in front of him?” she asked, a reluctant smile forming as she tried to keep chewing him out. “He’d probably kill you!”

“Oh, he’d definitely kill me.” Jake replied. “But what a way to go! I would die a happy, happy man.” She couldn’t stop herself from laughing at that.

“You’re ridiculous and you are so unbelievably lucky that I love you and that I thought it was a little hot.” he began to smile in victory but she quickly added “But I’m still mad at you so you’d better take me home and try to make it up to me. We can fuck on the bar some other time.”

“Yes ma’am!” Jake said, grinning widely as he gave her a mock salute and swept her off her feet and into his arms, carrying her towards the back door to get her things and leave.

Hangman strutted onto base the next morning feeling exceptionally good despite having gotten approximately two hours of sleep. He walked towards where the rest of the team, minus Maverick, stood in a circle in the middle of a hanger, discussing something.

“Hangman, you look good.” Rooster said as he approached, a strangely sly grin on his face.

“I am good, Rooster. I’m very good.” he replied with a smile as he reached the group and took off his sunglasses.

“That wouldn’t happen to be because you’re fucking Maverick’s daughter, would it?” Bob asked, so nonchalantly that Jake had to do a double take to fully realize what he’d just said, his grin sliding off his face.

“What?” He asked, gaze flickering around the smirking faces of the group.

“We know you’re fucking Y/N.” Phoenix informed him and his mind was racing as fast as his heart was beating, trying to figure out what he was supposed to say to that.

“I… I uhhh… I told you guys I was with a booty call last night…” was all he could manage to say in defense.

“Your car was only partially blocked by the dumpster.” Rooster said with a smirk before leaning in to whisper in his ear so that only he could hear. “And Jake… I know what she sounds like when she moans, even if she tried her best to hide it.”

“Smile!” Coyote said as he snapped a picture of Jake’s face, pale and frozen like a deer in headlights before examining it and showing it to the group. “Now that’s one for the Christmas card!”

“But don’t worry, man.” Rooster said smugly, clapping Hangman on the back and pulling him shoulder to shoulder. “I’m not gonna kill you or anything.”

“You’re not?” Jake asked, eyebrows raised in surprise and confusion.

“Nope.” Rooster replied before turning around and pointing at a figure storming down the tarmac and towards the hanger. “He is.”

“LIEUTENANT SERESIN!” Maverick roared angrily as he stopped at the bay doors.

“Fuuu-” Hangman muttered.

“GET OVER HERE!” Maverick barked, pointing angrily at the space directly in front of him. “NOW! THAT’S AN ORDER!”

“Go get ‘em tiger!” Rooster said, pushing Hangman towards the furious man with a smirk.

“Don’t worry, I’m getting it on video!” Fanboy called after him as he trudged forwards with a nervous gulp, sweat already forming on his brow.

“We’ll play it at your funeral!” Payback added and the whole group laughed as Hangman walked towards his doom, one step at a time.

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Perfect

Pairings: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x freader

Summary: Bob and his pregnant wife spending a lazy morning together.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, food aversion, mood swings

Another lovely request from @callsignmaverick5

Bob stirred slightly in his sleep, groaning inwardly as the harsh morning light caught him off guard. It was the weekend which meant he could sleep in for longer but his body clock said otherwise.

Bob rolled over slowly, trying not to wake you as he draped an arm over your swollen belly, rubbing his hand gently over the soft flesh. He was in complete awe as he watched your body change as your baby grew. Bob hated the thought that you suffered so much because of him but you always promised him it would be worth it. Throughout your first trimester, you’d been violently ill with morning sickness, food aversion and mood swings and on more than one occasion, Bob was worried you regretted ever having a baby with him, but you soldiered through it all and were now just 3 weeks away from your due date. Bob placed a tender kiss on your bare shoulder, breathing in your scent. He cherished moments like this, where it was quiet and peaceful. He was able to enjoy time with his family. Work kept him away from you often and Bob’s heart ached at the thought of having to leave you again, especially when he’d be leaving the baby too. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice you stirring slowly next to him.

“Bobby…” you croaked, your voice thick with sleep.

“I’m here, Babydoll,” he smiled at you, leaning forward to place a small kiss on your forehead. Your heart fluttered at the small action. Yours and Bob's relationship wasn’t built on big romantic gestures, it was made up of acts of love, simple everyday things that made you love your husband even more.

“Why are you awake so early,” you pushed yourself upwards with Bob's help, coming to rest against the headboard.

“I couldn’t sleep, I guess I’m so tuned in to getting up early. I’m sorry I woke you” He looked away guiltily but you cupped his face in your hands.

“Don’t ever be sorry for waking me, My Love. I cherish every single moment we have together. Every single moment.” Bob smiled and leaned forward placing another gentle kiss on your lips. He looked down at your growing middle with awe. Ever since you found out you were pregnant Bob had become very physical, always touching or holding you in some way, as if he needed that comfort. He looked up at you with a silent question, which you answered by leaning his head on your belly. He rested his head gently while one of his hands smoothed the fabric of your nightdress. The other hand was tightly locked in yours. Bob hummed quietly as you stroked his blond locks absentmindedly. He spoke in a quiet whisperer to the baby, having his own little conversation as you listened intently. You always loved it when Bob spoke to them, telling them about his day, something that happened at work, his friends. You knew this would be such a big part of your baby's life and you loved the fact that Bob was already sharing it with them. After a while he turned to you, smiling contently. “Thank you, Babydoll.”

“What for?” You asked, sitting up a little straighter.

“For everything. For you and our baby. Our perfect little family. I love you so so much.” You giggled, leaning down to press a delicate kiss to his forehead. “I love you too, Honey.”

Happy and completely content you watched the morning slip by in the comfort of your quiet bedroom with your ever-adoring husband. Things couldn’t be more perfect.

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[solinarimoon]

Top Gun/Fighter Pilot AU for our Uhtred and his Pretty Boys.

For @tlkafterparty AU prompt

Tags: @maggiescarborough @pokeasleepingsmaug @nxrdist @mystic-shadows42 @emilyhufflepufftlk @magravenwrites @lauwrite1225 @morosemagick @mrsalwayswrite @notyourwildestdream @ecarroll1978 @93xdiagonxalley @nobodys-business-world @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @trenko-heart @0hsappho @xlittlestarling @mybigfatspoonielife @stormingroses @medievalfangirl @lllostgirlll

#tlkafterparty #the last kingdom #Uhtred #Osferth #Sihtric #Finan #Top Gun AU #fighter pilot AU #I tried to be creative with call signs

[alicedopey]

In your eyes

( gif credits to @honestsycrets​ )

Fandom: Vikings

Genre: Modern AU, angst, tiny bit of fluff

Pairing: Hvitserk X  Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2232 (definitely not a drabble this one...gosh, I really suck at this)

A/N: It is another request for 500 followers celebration. This one is from @maggiescarborough​ Enjoy, honey !

Hvitserk immediately understood he had fucked up and hurt you in the worst possible way. He could see it. It was not in the way you clenched your fists, or the way your jaw tightened and your lower lip trembled, or how cold your voice sounded when the words “It was a dare?! I was a dare?!” fell from your lips. No, it wasn’t all of that.

It was in your eyes, your beautiful eyes that usually depicted love, understanding, tenderness and a little bit of mischief and in which he could only read pain, disappointment and anger right now.

He wanted to say something, anything but no sound came out of his mouth. Truth be told, Hvitserk was aware there was nothing he could say that would make the situation better. So, he just kept staring into your eyes where he could almost see your heart break.

That’s the moment he heard it. A snicker. He turned his eyes away from you and spotted Oleg, a mocking smirk on his lips. Hviterk felt his blood boiling in anger. He did not think twice and pounced on him with a growl. He wanted to hurt him, he had to, so he punched and kicked restlessly. He did not hear Ivar cheering and Sigurd shouting at his brother that he was an idiot, he did not hear his mother screaming him to stop, he did not even feel Ubbe trying to break the fight nor when he finally managed to do it, slammed him against the nearest wall and ordered him to calm down. The only thing he noticed though was that the chair you were sitting down was empty and you were nowhere to be seen.

“Stay still!”

Hvitserk hissed and flinched away from his mother as she was puttingsome ice on his swollen eye.

“It hurts!” He whined liked a child.

Aslaug sighed, irritated. “I hope it hurts! I thought you were done with this kind of behavior after you graduated from high school. You are not seventeen anymore, young man.” She pushed the washcloth full of ice harshly against his bruised face. Hvitserk winced but did not protest. “Treating our guest like that…”

“He deserved it.” Her son cut her off sharply and snarled. “He hurt Y/N.”

“He hurt Y/N?” Aslaugh let out another sigh but this time, she seemed quite upset. “Oh Hvitserk, I never thought I would say that of you but you are clearly your father’s son.” Her eyes watered. “I wish he would have passed on something else than his poor way to treat women.”

Hvitserk’s rage was soon replaced by guilt. “Mother…”

The sound of Ivar’s crutch on the floor made him stop talking. Aslaug just sighed sadly once again and instructed Hvitserk to hold the washcloth against his eye. “I’ll leave you boys alone…”

She stood up gracefully and left the room, not without stroking Ivar’s cheek before. The youngest Ragnarsson glared at his brother.

“I hope you are happy. You just hurt Mother’s feelings.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hurt Mother, I hurt Y/N.” He replied harshly. “It seems like I’ve been hurting everyone lately.”

Ivar let himself fall in the chair opposite Hvitserk. “I’m glad you finally acknowledged your mistakes. About damn time!”

Seeing his brother’s jaw tick, Ivar groaned but tried to soften his tone. “Listen, you screwed up. All you have to do is apologize and make up for it. Buy some flowers or some shit like that. I mean, the girl has been infatuated with you since day one, she will forgive you eventually.”

“Of course, Ivar. Act like you have some experience in that area.”

It was Ivar’s jaw that ticked this time. Hvitserk knew it was unfair to attack him that way when he was clearly just trying to help but his little brother had no right to give some advice after the whole Freydis debacle. He was also aware Ivar would beat the shit out of him after what he said but it’s not like Hvitserk could not suffer one or two more blows in the face.

Against all odds, he just heard him take a few deep calming breaths before addressing him again.

“I have enough experience to know you can trust her and that you are in deep shit if you lose this woman. Y/N has been your anchor since you’ve met. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure you’ve been in love with her since day one as well but were too oblivious and obsessed with all those bimbos around you to notice it.”

It pained Hvitserk to admit it but Ivar was right. You changed his life the moment you came into it. At first, he had acknowledged your love…or his, for that matter. There was a high possibility he was not ready for a deep meaningful love story in high school but he wanted you to be a part of his life so he opted for friendship…and everything was just fine the way it was until that fucker came along.

“Your little friend ruined everything. Should have killed him.” Hvitserk replied bitterly.

Ivar rolled his eyes. “First of all, he is not a friend but a future business partner and you might have ruined any collaboration. Second of all…” he added in a higher tone when he saw his brother was about to intervene. “Oleg is an ass but you chose to fall into his trap and to pursue her the way you did. Nobody forced you, Hvitserk. You hurt her, nobody else otherwise, she would still be here to tend to your bruises.”

Hvitserk looked away and scoffed, too proud to admit his little brother was right once again. Ivar stood up with a groan. “Beg on your knees with those puppy eyes of yours or whatever must be done to win her back. Should be a piece of cake for you, huh?”

Piece of cake. Easier said than done. For a week, he tried to reach you but you blocked his number, his email and even his different accounts on social networks. Then, he went to your place and when you finally agreed to open the door, Hvitserk wished you did not.

You looked so tired and defeated, your eyes were red and puffy from crying and probably the lack of sleep. The thing that broke his heart though was your own heartbreak he could still read in your Y/E/C orbs he loved to watch so much. There was so much pain and knowing he was the one who had inflicted it upon you was unbearable.

“I…I can’t see you right now, Hvitserk.” You voice was so small, his heart clenched in his chest and he did everything he could to prevent himself from hugging you fiercely. “I need to process some things but I’ll get back to you when I am ready, okay?”

Your voice was firm this time. Hvitserk just nodded and left.

It lasted a month. A month during which he suffered Ivar’s sneers, his mother’s scolding and above all, your silence. But he waited patiently because he knew you would come, you promised and you always kept your promises. In the meantime, he could brood in his bedroom like a grounded teenage boy.

“Hvitserk, you have a visit.”

His mother’s tone sounded lighter somehow so he turned his eyes away from his computer screen with hope in his heart.

He was not disappointed. Here you were, standing next to this smiling mother. You seemed still tired but determined and he gulped, almost scared when his mother closed the door and left the two of you alone. He had rehearsed the words a thousand times in his head but now, it felt like they were refusing to get out. What if you refused to believe him? What if you just came to break up with him?  What if…?

“I’ve always loved you.” You said softly.

Hvitserk tried to reply or to move but his feet felt as frozen as his tongue. Besides, he sensed you wanted to let some things out of your chest so he let you. He owed you that, at least.

“I saw you and it just…clicked. Never thought love at first sight could happen but here I was, fifteen years old and it struck me. I also realized very quickly that it was some unrequited love but truth be told, I did not care as long as I could be with you. So, I took what you would give me: friendship. I trusted you and you trusted me, we really bonded and I loved it. I felt so powerful, above them all, those pretty girls who got your attention because I knew we shared something special, something…they would never get. They would share your bed and be gone but I…you would always keep me around. You treated me differently, you never lied to me, never mistreated me just like you could do with them. I really thought I was as special to you as you were to me.”

“You were, you are special to me!” Hvitserk intervened almost desperately. He could not let you say such things, he had to explain how wrong you were but the look you gave him made him stop.

“No, I’m not. Our relationship is based on a dare, Hvitserk and you treated me just like you treated all of them and that’s what hurts the most. I have never been special or important to you but you…you are my world.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and it broke his heart even more.

“You’ve always been important to me.” He tried to come closer but stopped when you urgently stepped back and leaned on the door.

Confused, he furiously ran his hands though his hair, trying to find the right words to explain what went through his head when he made that decision. “I…I just…that bastard assumed he could get you and make you forget about everyone else. When he saw how mad I was, he dared me to seduce you before him and I accepted because I couldn’t stand that idea of him near you even if it was just to talk.”

Hvitserk throat tightened and his own eyes filled with tears. “I’m not saying it was the right choice but it was the only one I could consider on the moment.

“That was the worst choice, if you ask me.” Tears were rolling downs your cheeks by now and you furiously wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater. “It’s obvious he was just messing with you and even if he truly wanted to do it, you could have just told me like a real good friend who doesn’t want to see his friend get hurt would. But you chose your pride instead. You wanted to prove him you were better than him, never mind that our friendship of ten years got ruined in the process.”

“I did it because I love you.” Hvitserk shouted and you were so surprised at his outburst that you didn’t see he had taken a few steps towards you.

“I…I love you.” He repeated gently as he stared at you. “In fact, I believe I always have. I fell in love with you instantly but I was too scared and maybe too young to admit my feelings for you. I know you probably don’t believe me right now but I valued our friendship just as much as I value our relationship right now. It’s just that I…I took you for granted, I screwed up. I hurt you, not that bastard, I did and because of that, I’m probably going to lose you.”

A single tear rolled down his cheek and he suddenly looked away, ashamed and heartbroken. He inhaled sharply when he heard you come near me and the moment he felt your soft hands on his face, he let out a shaky breath.

“You’re not going to lose me. I did not come here to break up with you. I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself but also telling you how I felt after what I happened. But I love you, ‘Serk.” Hearing you using his nickname made his heart beat a little bit faster but he still refused to look up so you cupped his head and gently made your eyes meet.

“You hurt me though. A lot. And I think we will need some time to go back to what we were.”

“Everything you want.” He grabbed your hands to kiss them fervently. “Ask me anything and I’ll do it.”

“Just don’t hurt me again.” You almost begged.

Hvitserk drew you even closer. “I won’t. I swear I won’t. You’re so important to me. You are my world too, you know. I love you.”

“I love you too, ‘Serk.”

Your eyes met again and Hvitserk knew. There was no doubt he had hurt you and he would have to prove himself to you again to win your trust back. But he had some hope your couple would make it somehow. He could see it. It was not in your shy smile or the way you let him kiss you and kissed him back. No, he knew there was still some hope in that little gleam of light in your eyes and that was the only thing he needed to feel alive again.  

Tagging (feel free to ask to get added or removed): @naaladareia​ @gearhead66​ @maggiescarborough​ @therealcalicali​ @peaceisadirtyword​ @mblaqgi​ @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​ @flowers-in-your-hayr​ @ivarswickedqueen​ @captstefanbrandt​

#vikings #fanfic #hvitserk x reader #Hvitserk Ragnarsson #angst #alice's 500 followers celebration #drabble request #in your eyes

[theshelbyclan]

Okay so help me out! My taglist for Peaky fics is currently a mess; a lot of blogs are inactive I think or no longer part of the fandom, and some of my readers aren’t tagged but maybe would like to be?

These ones are currently on it: please just let me know if you want to be taken off it (I won’t get mad or disappointed, I totally get moving on from a fandom) or if you do wanna stay on it! @fandom-puff @haphazardhufflepuff @staygold-bebold @simonsbluee @theseakrakence @lucillethings @zablife @ajwantstohavefun @smallheathgangsters @amysteryspot @bekkimahonxx95 @raccoon-is-my-spirit-animal @reann @geekwritersworld @spettrocoli @navs-bhat @findinghisredrighthand @maggiescarborough @multifandomwriter56

Tagging a few others that mostly interact with my fics and are still active in the fandom. I’m asking you; do you want to be added? @look-at-the-soul @runnning-outof-time @mootiemoose @cillmequick @kittycatcait219 @peakyweirdo @vintunnavaa @bucky-lents @shelbydelrey @peakyswritings @pintofsweets @notyour-valentine @thomashelbyswhore @cillpill @gretelshelby @strayrockette @ehon2013 @lovemissyhoneybee @murderousginger @hb-writes @encounterthepast @shelundeadxxxx @celticmelody

I’m gonna check if some of these aren’t active anymore and if it’s been a long time, I’m taking them off, so let me know if you wanna stay on it!

Also, if you aren’t tagged here but would like to be added to the taglist or a specific one, let me know somehow 😘

#peaky fandom #peaky blinders

[fangirlings-things]

Lagertha being in love with you would include headcanons

@adhdnightmare said: Could I request a Lagertha being in love you with you headcannons please? (I swear they did this woman so wrong in the show )

A/N: heyy, love! this request was amazing to get, I love lagertha and yes omg, I totally agree!! I hope you like this, sorry for the long wait.

TAG LIST: @maggiescarborough ; @charmingvalkyrie ; @flowers-in-your-hayr

⬛ 2.2K CELEBRATION

Truth is, Lagertha did not thought she would have another great love in her life after Ragnar

In her mind, she would fulfill the rest of her days with some well deserved peace and then, she would leave this world to be happy in Valhalla

But the Gods... well, they had other plans for her

You crossed paths with each other by accident one day in the woods, having been persuing the same deer to be cooked for dinner

Lagertha got to it first, you reconigzed it. And so you left, and she thought she would never see you again

On the streets of Kattegat one day though she laid her eyes on you again, as you bought some food in the market

"It seems as if our paths only cross when food is in question"

She had said that after approaching you, feeling thoughful and honestly, impressed by your simple beauty, as you did not seem to want to stand out in the crowd, but did anyways

The smile you gave her at hearing her words took her breath away like only the greatest battles she had witnessed had done before

"Maybe the Gods are trying to tell us something by this encounters"

And oh, after that she did not think much before inviting you to eat at her table

Conversation was easy between you, as if you had known each other for many years passed

She was surprised to see that talk honestly with you was not hard. Her sincere thoughts were leaving her mouth before she even knew and it felt good, to take so much that troubled her mind out of her chest

You spent more and more time together, and eventually daily visits to her house became a thing

Your first kiss was first shared after a night where you had too many drinks and ended up being blunt about the fact that you loved her

"My heart is yours, Lagertha. It has always been, from our first encounter to this day. Being with you fills my days with a joy I thought I would not find again on this world after my family went to Valhalla. I want to share this life with you"

Her response was to kiss you deeply as she had been wanting for a long time. Too long

You started to live together not long afterwards

You make her laugh a lot

The sex is amazing

Bjorn, seeing his mother so happy, does not have to push himself too hard to like you. Besides, you are easy to like

Your favorite moments with her are those when in the middle of the night, she would randomly place a kiss on you forehead and whisper that she loved you, thinking you were sleeping

Little did you know she knew you were not sleeping, because you never could stop a smile to take a hold of your lips when that happened

#imagine #x reader #fanfic #imagines #headcanons #2.2k celebration #vikings #vikings imagine #vikings fanfic #vikings headcanons #lagertha #lagertha x reader #lagertha imagine #lagertha fanfic #lagertha headcanons

[hederasgarden]

I feel like most of us agree that bob isn’t the jealous type, at least not outwardly, but what about rhett? 👀

BESTIE - this ask! I have a lot of thoughts on it. 

I think Rhett could be the jealous type depending on the situation. I also think his reaction would be highly dependent on if he’s already together with the reader and/or if he had been drinking. 

If he is not with you at the time but wants you, he'd just sulk in the corner of the bar, staring at you and getting messy drunk. Remember that moment with the cop car? Yeah. He’s a special boy. He might come up to you at the end of the night and say something vague about how pretty you are. Perry would definitely have to drag him away to sober up. 

If he is with you and he hasn't been drinking, he'd probably tell the guy to knock it off and then be extra handsy with you, marking his claim. He would put his hat on you and situate you in front of him so everyone can see him running his hands up and down your body, kissing your neck, and whispering filthy things in your ear that make you squirm. He’d be the type to give you a prominent hickey. 

If he is with you and drunk....he's gonna throw hands and get aggressive. Especially if you are uncomfortable. 

I can see a situation where a guy starts hitting on the reader and she politely tells him no and to leave but he doesn’t back off. She would be amused because she knows Rhett is gonna take care of him and probably get jealous enough to fuck her stupid later. 

On that note, have a little drabble.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader

Word Count: 320

Warnings: 18+ only. Explicit sexual content, jealous Rhett, rough sex, and questionable dirty talk.

You barely make it inside the apartment before Rhett’s flipping your dress up and pushing you to bend over the couch. You’re already dripping for him, turned on by the display at the bar and his talented fingers on the drive home. 

“Do I need to brand you, girl?” He asks, pushing inside you with a groan. “So everyone knows who you belong to.”

You clench hard around him at the thought and he chuckles. 

“You like that huh? Want everyone to know you’re my girl.”

“Yes.” You moan, fingers curling into the couch cushions as he speeds up. It’s rare he’s rough with you but you’re loving every minute of it.  

“Where’d I put it, huh? Here?” he smirks as he rubs at the top of your ass. “Mmm, what about here?” He continues as he trails his finger up to your shoulder blade. “Maybe right here,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling until your back rests against his front. 

Your hands clutch his forearm as you hold on to him while he continues to thrust into you. He grunts, pressing his lips to your cheek. It doesn’t take long at all until you’re coming apart on his cock with a long, loud moan. He pumps into you once, twice more, and stills. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, sounding wrecked. “You okay? Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Mmmm no,” you promise him. “Just, ah, thinking about how I wished more men hit on me so you’d do this again.”

He laughs and drops his hand from your throat. “You tryna get me in another bar fight?”

“Maybe,” you say with a grin, turning to face him. You run your thumb over the cut on his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss him. “You look cute, a little busted up.”

“There’s something wrong with you girl,” he murmurs affectionately. “But I’m in too deep to get out now.”

✥

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[thesoldiersminute]

Thank you for tagging me @maggiescarborough !!

This or That?

barbie or oppenheimer // ketchup or mustard // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn // harry potter or lord of the rings // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games // books or movies // money or love // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or pringles

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#ask game

[footprintsinthesxnd]

I think I Love You

Pairings: Tom Kazanksy x f!reader (1920s au) Summary: this is a request from the lovely @green-socks for my 1K celebration with a moodboard from the prompt ‘I think I love you.’Sam very kindly let me choose the time period so I’ve gone for a 1920s Bonnie and Clyde kind of vibe for this one. I hope you like it.

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#tom kazansky x reader #tom kazansky x you #tom kazansky #iceman top gun #val kilmer #1920s au #1k celebration

[solinarimoon]

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Hi @whitedarkmoonflower !! Thanks for the ask!

🍓 How did I get into writing fanfiction? I’ve been an avid fanfic reader basically my whole life and have always created basic self insert OCs in my head my entire life too. And then I found the TLK fandom during covid lockdown and got brave and did an entry for @maggiescarborough 500 follower challenge. From there I found nothing but support and encouragement and some of my best friends in this fandom.

🥤 recommend an author or fanfic I love: this is hard to pick but I’ve got to go with the insanely talented @morosemagick ‘s masterpiece - Songs of the Unbroken which is 77 brilliant chapters and has multi chapter companion pieces as well plus AU’s with her OC and all of our other OCs in the Finan wifeymutliverse (plus my Sihtric x OC Cwen). It will keep you bud and it is an angst fueled journey and it is absolutely amazing.

🪐 Name three good things going on in your life right now - sadly, I’m struggling with this atm. And that is depressing. But my kids are happy and healthy so thats one. We’re taking small steps to improve our home which is a huge undertaking but I feel like we’re making progress so that is a good feeling. And lastly, I made a goal to bring learning sourdough this year and so far it’s been going well and it feels good to feed my family healthy bread that I’ve made them.

❄️- my dream theme/plot for a fic and who would write it best? Whoa buddy. This is a toughie! I really would love to see an epic fantasy AU with our TLK favs. And I’ve started plots for this before but haven’t been able to take it anywhere. Man. That’s a hard one.

🏜️ what’s your favorite type of comment to receive on work - I adore any and all comments but the ones that make me happiest are when someone quotes a line I was particularly proud of or tells me that they loved my descriptions. I am very deliberate about a lot of my word selection to try and evoke certain vibes and feelings so that means a lot when someone picks up on that.

Thank you so much for the ask dear! 🧡

#answered #writers

[rubysunnday]

what in the name of sankta alina is going on

i went offline for a few months but i'm back now and just in time to celebrate 6k. I've had this account 1,207 days (but who's counting) and i can't thank you all enough for your support and friendship.

anyway, we all know why we're here so:

*snips ribbon*

i do declare genyakosstyk's requests open

my only condition is it has to be shadow and bone or bridgerton please but other than that, fill ya boots x

(also if there's any s&b s2 gifs you want to see let me know) tagging moots and people i wanna be moots with below

@musicallisto @magpiencrow @retvenkos @cas-kingdom @murswrites @maggiescarborough @amirahiddleston @promenadewithme

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