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creative-caramel-coffee · 6 months

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Texts from the Ex

Pairings: Weems x Reader

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: Reader is a fairly new teacher, and you have a panic attack at school luckily not in class.

TW: implied past abuse, stalking, panic attack

A/n Hi guys sorry I disappeared for a hot minute there I just finished the last of my exams and have been very very busy. I’ll be back to posting as per normal (hopefully) now. Thank you all for your support with my exams and to the people who wished me luck with them your all very sweet. Again, sorry about the random ghosting haha.

Also, this fic is Larissa x reader. I know I said this was a platonic fic of oneshots but it was requested (I won't be doing any more romantic pairing for weems or Thornhill in the foreseeable future), this is just a one off so… live with it. (Dw as per usual its SFW)

Your phone screen flashed again as you did your best to hide it under the table and out of sight. The panic swelled in your chest as you pushed the tray of food away.

It had started that morning in your first class. You had been teaching about the renaissance when your phone buzzed in your pocket. As per usual you ignored it, you had a class to teach. The buzzing happened again ten minutes later while the kids were doing some still life sketches. This time you pulled it out, feeling the blood freeze tight in your veins.

How did she get this number. Your ex-girlfriend had managed to track you down, most likely due to your response to the ad for this position a few months back. You had responded with your number like an idiot and now she was onto you again.

She was awful, she ignored you and she had always possessed a special talent to make you feel unwanted and small.

You quickly shoved the phone back into your pocket and drew some deep breathes trying to quell the rising feeling of panic. You had managed to stave it off until the class left. It was only then you had let yourself collapse onto the floor and sob. She was trying to get back into your life to ruin it again.

The messages hadn’t stopped all day. Each one had made you feel closer and closer to the impending panic attack and now you were sat here with Ms Thornhill trying to hold a conversation. However, she was doing about 90% of the talking while you sat there nodding. You were close with the botanist. After all she was close with your girlfriend who happened to be the principle. None other than Larissa Weems herself.

Realising you had zoned out you tried to tune back into what was being said around you. Your phone buzzed under the table again and you began to feel sick. What if Marilyn saw? What if Larissa found out? What if your Ex found you?

Your chest began to feel tight. Constricting slowly and making it harder to take a deep breath. Your head was pounding and your stomach roiling. Your hands were shaking and clasped tight under the desk. Your body was overwhelmed with fear, and it was getting harder to hear Marilyn. It sounded distorted, as if it was under a layer of thick liquid like juice or honey. Things were moving weirdly as well, almost slowly but also too fast.

You thanked God that you had agreed to have lunch with Marilyn in the conservatory away from students. They didn’t need to see the new art teacher having a breakdown over some silly text messages.

“Y/n?” Marilyn asked as she laid a hand on your shoulder. “Honey, are you ok?” She said softly. You recoiled from the touch, and she quickly withdrew her hands into a surrender. “Ok. Ok. Its ok. Im not going to touch you sweetheart. What do you need?” She said and you shook your head, taking shaky breathes which weren’t helping ease the nausea. You curled yourself into a tight ball.

“L-leave me al-lone pl-lease.” You begged. You couldn’t see past the haze of tears and your head hurt so bad.

Marilyn stood back for a second, seeing she was getting nowhere. Suddenly she had an idea and whipped out her own phone.

“Honey? Do you want me to call larissa?” She asked softly. You hesitated and then gave a small nod. “Good. Good. Ok? Take some deep breathes. You're doing great Y/n.” She encouraged and began to dial your girlfriend.

The whole time she was on the phone she studied you closely to make sure you were still breathing and not at risk of passing out. After a few seconds she nodded and said something you didn’t hear before hanging up.

“She’ll be here in a second. Come on Y/n. You can do it. You're doing such a good job sweetheart. That’s it.” She gushed and you let out a shaky sob as you saw a pair of heels enter your vision.

Looking up at her with a tear-stained face Larissa’s heart broke for you. She quickly sat on the floor beside you, uncaring about her expensive suit and pulled you into her arms. She pulled you into her chest and tucked your head under her chin, her arms wrapped around your back. One of your legs either-side of her as you straddled her waist. She rocked the two of you side to side as she brushed her hands through your hair.

She exaggerated her breathing as you listened to her heartbeat and slowed your own. After a bit of just sitting there you took a deep breath of her perfume and released a shaky sigh.

“Hello darling.” She said cooly and with a tender tone.

“Hi.” You said almost shyly. She chuckled.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and rested her cheek thereafter. “Your safe baby. Your safe. Ok. Im here.” She said still rocking the two of you. After another brief silence she shifted slightly, and you let out a whine.

“Hush. I’m not going anywhere sweets.” She said and you let one last tear fall onto her blazer before playing with her broach and starting to speak.

“She texted again.”

“Who texted?”

“My ex.” You said and you felt her stiffen. You had told Larissa of your time with your Ex and she more than disapproved of her.

“How many times sweetheart.” She said softly.

“Seven.” Larissa sucked in a breath.

“Im buying you a new phone.” She said and you gave a half snort half laugh which made her heart warm.

There was another short pause before you let out a content sigh. “I love you Issa.” You said and closed your eyes and nuzzled into her neck, you were emotionally and physically drained and in desperate need of a nap. Right here would do, you decided as you began to drift off.

“I love you too my darling girl.” She said and kissed your cheek, smiling at the small snores you were making into her neck. She wondered what the students were going to think when she carried you through the hall on her hip like a toddler, fast asleep. Maybe a little bit of a distraction from the students would be good for you she decided.

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tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016 · 3 months

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Till Death Do Us Part Yandere! Captain Price x Ex Wife! Reader. Chapter Three

Authors Notes- And here I am with Chapter Three. And this is where things get real. As you can gather by now I like to mention any triggering warnings in my Authors Notes. So this chapter will feature stalking, breaking and entering, panty stealing, and so much more. If none of this is your cuppa tea then this is where we part ways but I'll remember our time fondly.

And now onto the third chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Three.

This was perfect. Price thought, as he sat in his office, a sly smile on his face as he leaned back in his seat. Days had passed since he and and his lieutenant had come up with a perfect plan to get you back. Sure, it wasn't the most ideal plan he had ever come up and if he was being honest? Price had been running out of ideas. Or had been until Simon had asked him how he could help. And it was that moment an idea formed in Price's exhausted mind.

Perhaps there was a way Simon could help him get you back, perhaps the entire 141 could help him. Granted he knew he really shouldn't get his men involved, this was his problem. But still... Price lit a cigar he had no other choice, and as he stared up at the ceiling. But whatever choice did he have? He couldn't live like this, not without you.

But now he had come up with the perfect plan. One that would have you back in his arms where you belonged. And when you were he was never letting you go. His plan? Was to have his men follow you, stalk you where ever you went, make you feel afraid, was it cruel of him to get his men involved like this? To frighten you? Perhaps, but it meant you'd come back to him the it was all worth it.

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Days passed, and you were slowly but certainly getting used to living the life of a single woman. Sure, it took sometime, and there were some lonely nights and nights where you woke up searching for John. But as time went on you eventually got used to sleeping on your own. Well, not on your own as Zipper had long since taken the place where John used to sleep, purring happily as he did so since he was so used to being kicked out of John's spot and forced to sleep on the floor. Now he didn't have to worry about that.

And listening to him purr beside you certainly helped during those sleepless nights. But sometimes you wished you could be with someone. Fall asleep in someone's arms again, as you had before, you always felt the safest then, asleep in John's arms. You missed that. Huffing a sigh you got up from your bed, glancing at the clock as you did so, noting that it read 8:00 AM the time you normally got up, letting out a yawn you headed to your bathroom intent on getting ready for the morning. Stepping out a half an hour later in nothing but a warn out faded pink towel around yourself as you milled about your room.

And perhaps you should have remembered to close your curtains before you went to bed last night, as you walked through the living room, unaware of hungry eyes watching you. Sure, Price was allowing the rest of the 141 to take the reigns and stalk you, terrify you, but he couldn't help but come out and see you. Price shook his head, he and told you time and time again that to close the blinds, however it seems that no matter how many times he did you still always left the blinds open. Making it easy for people to see you go about your day, and for him to see you in that ratty old towel, still wet from the shower. His cock twitching as he took in the sight of you.

You were beautiful. And he couldn't wait to hold you in his arms again. Leaning back in his seat of his truck he continued to watch you from the street. He then turned his gaze to where he knew Simon and the others were, smirking as he saw Gaz lurking near the porch of your apartment. Soap was milling about in the cafe you liked to frequent whenever you had time, and Simon? Price looked to the dark alley beside your apartment, and while both Gaz and Soap would do their very best to help him get you back it was mostly Simon that would be following you. And sure over the years you had met the rest of the 141. Had liked them all, and you especially liked Simon.

But you had never met Ghost. What would you think when you realized you were being followed by a large man clad in a balaclava you would come running back to him. Eventually. There was one thing Price hoped would happen. Guilt gripped him as he thought of what he had resorted to all just to have you back, but it would be worth it, and when it did he would do everything to make you happy. Wanted him home more often? He would find a way to make it happen, wanted to go on vacation? Sure, he could find time. Kids? Price chewed on his lip as you finally closed the curtain, not that it really mattered now he had seen more than enough. But he recalled you guys having conversation after conversation about the two of you having kids, you had always wanted kids, but- No!

Price shoved these thoughts from his head, as he put the key in the ignition, he wouldn't dwell on that, not until you were truly his again. Then they would think about having kids. Pulling away from the building he returned home, trusting in his men to do their best.

Funny, you thought, as you closed your living room curtain, you could have swore that you saw someone watching your from your window. A feeling you quickly brushed off when the feeling disappeared. You're just being silly. You told yourself as you shook your head and turned away from the window. Watching too many crime shows before bed. You told yourself as you entered your bedroom once more, Zipper at your feet. Meowing continuously, and would not stop until you filled his food bowl, so better get on that before anything else. You had planned to meet with your sister-in-law for lunch around noon, so you had plenty of time before your lunch date. Perhaps you would wear something nice for it.

And then perhaps when it was done you might take a walk around town, you had always wanted to get out more. Sure, you loved being home but sometimes it was nice to get out and about, perhaps you would go to the mall. You had been meaning to get some new shoes and other such things. Nodding to yourself you fed Zipper and got dressed before killing time before your lunch date.

***

Perhaps this would lead to nothing. Perhaps he was wasting his time. Gaz thought, as he leaned against the railing outside your apartment. Sure, he had been a little uncertain about this plan of Price's and Simon's, a little reluctant. But in the end both he and Soap had given in. Anything to get their Captain back. He was tired of walking on egg shells when it came to his Captain. Anger swelled in his chest as he thought about what Price had been through because of you. You hurt him. If it had been him he would have forgotten you and had gotten on with his life. But that was not the case with Price.

"You ready?" Soap's voice cut through Gaz's thoughts.

"I am." Gaz spoke.

And what perfect timing too. As the moment he spoke you stepped out of your apartment. A faint smile on your face, as you walked down the street, Gaz following behind you, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, the hood pulled up, obscuring his face as he kept his eyes glued on you. And while he and the rest of the 141 followed you, Price leaned back in his chair, listening in on all of this.

A cold grin on his face as he lit up another cigar.

***

Hours had passed since you had met your sister-in-law for lunch and had gone to the mall afterwards. Now you would admit you have never intended to spent this much time at the mall. But, well, it has been a while since you've gone to the mall, and, oh they just had so many things you just couldn't help but be there longer than you had intended. Though to your credit you somehow managed to not spend all your money and needless things and getting out had been so fun. And now it was dark out.

Looking up at the night sky you sigh and head for the train station, your arms filled with bags. Unbeknownst to you of the large man clad in black, wearing a balaclava with a skull on the front, dark eyes glued on you as he followed you through the darkened streets to the train station. Taking note of the fact that the station itself was quite empty, not a soul to be seen. And if Ghost had been so inclined he would have grabbed you right here and now and delivered you to Price himself. But orders were orders Price wanted to give you the chance to choose to come back to him, even if that meant scaring you back to him.

Shaking those thoughts from his head he followed you on to the train, standing uncomfortably close to you as you peered out the window, unaware of him, until after what seemed like forever when you turned to face him, and Ghost was unable to keep the smirk from his face as he saw the concern shining in your eyes as you looked up at him. Watching as you took a step back, before offering him a shaky smile and moving to the recently vacated seat, trying to ignore him as he continued to watch you. Did you think he was after you? Did you know you were being followed? Watched? All because your ex-husband needed you back?

No, of course you didn't, how could you? Ghost was silent as he followed you off the train, keeping a safe distance from you as he followed you, not wanting to alert you, but close enough to make you feel concerned. Every time you looked over your shoulder Ghost would melt into the shadows, disappearing from your sight, watching as you would glance around before continuing on. Watching as you finally reached your home, he hoped both Gaz and Johnny would be done in your apartment before you got back. Little did Ghost know was that Price was also there finding himself unable to sit still, unable to stay away from you no matter how hard he tried.

***

So this was where you lived, huh? Price looked around your rather small apartment, before exhaling smoke billowing around him as he did so. Earning a look from Gaz as he stood in your kitchen. Cute. Price sighed as he continued to mill around your home, taking in the little knickknacks and other various things you liked to keep around the house, before moving to your bedroom, and looking around, noting that the bed was neatly made, and a book lay open on the nightstand. Obviously you still kept up your nightly habit of reading every chance you could.

But Price wasn't interested in that. As he looked over his shoulder, seeing that neither Soap or Gaz where watching him before going to your closet, eyes fixing on the hamper, and casting one final glance behind him he snatched up a pair of plain white panties that sat on top the growing pile of dirty laundry.

"All done, Captain." Gaz spoke, as Price quickly pocketed his prize before turning to the Sergeant. A smile on his face as he nodded to him before leaving the bedroom. Leaving behind him the lingering smell of smoke as he did so, casting one final glance around your one bedroom apartment, noting the little changes Soap and Gaz had done to the room, nothing major just certain things moved around, things he knew you would notice, and something he knew you would notice were missing excluding the panties tucked in his pocket that is. And that included your watch and other such things.

Looking to Soap and Gaz he headed for the door. And not a moment too soon either. As the moment the three of them left your apartment did Simon report that you were returning. The three men disappearing into the nearby crowd, just as you stepped into your apartment, and as you did you could already tell that something was off. Placing your many bags on the floor by the door, and looked around your apartment.

Closing the door behind you as you looked around. At first nothing seemed out of place as you moved around your apartment, Zipper meowing at your feet as you did so. Standing in your living room you looked everywhere, hoping to find an answer to why you felt this way. Was it perhaps because of that strange man you saw following you? As you thought that you moved back to your front door, making sure it was locked before continuing on.

It was then it hit you, the all too familiar smell, a smell you both loved and hated then smell of those damned cigars John smoked. Was your mind playing tricks on you? Was not being with John messing with your mind? You would admit you missed him, and there were times when you wished you could go back in time and take it all back, but still you made your choice. And despite that you hoped he was well. Perhaps you should call or text him. See how he's doing, but right now you need to make sure you place is secure.

Looking around you could see that things had been moved, not by a whole lot, but you could tell that things had been moved, had someone been in your apartment? No that was just silly perhaps you have moved them when you had cleaned in here, you tried to tell yourself, but you were not convinced as there was still a thin layer of dust around said objects. Glancing around your apartment once more you moved to your bedroom, when you caught that familiar whiff of smoke once more, had John been here?

No, that was impossible he didn't have keys to your place. Given his profession. A voice whispered in your head as you took stock of what you had in your bedroom. That would have never stopped him if he wanted into your house. Nodding to yourself you reached for your phone and typed a text to John.

"Hey, John it's Y/N I have a question for you."

You stared down at your phone, waiting for a response if he decided to respond, he could be busy with work. However, as you thought that you heard your phone chime.

"What is it?"

Okay. That was far faster than you had thought it would be. Perhaps he wasn't working to day, or he was at his office. You chewed on your lip suddenly feeling a little nervous. This would be the first time the two of you had spoken since the divorce so you were feeling a little uncomfortable, remembering how eerily silent John had been during that whole thing. A sign that John had been mad at you then.

And why shouldn't he be? You divorced him...sorta without warning. Wouldn't you be pissed? You thought to yourself as you struggled with coming up with what you wanted to say. Then decided to bite and bullet and just say it.

"You haven't been in my apartment, have you?"

You bit your lip as you waited. Then your phone chimed again.

"No, why?"

As you read his messages you bit down on your lip, suddenly feeling a tad bit silly about this. You knew that nothing was missing, and when you had arrived home but you just couldn't help but think that something was wrong.

Ever think you're just being paranoid? You asked yourself. Continuing to chew on your lip you looked to your phone once more, before moving to your living room window. And nearly dropped your phone when you caught sight of that very same man from before staring at your from the street, face obscured by a black balaclava and clad in all black, dark eyes looking up at you! Gasping you backed away from the window, and nearly trip over the damned rug as you do so, fuck texting you need to call John!

Dialing his number you are thankful when he answers after the first ring. "John." You choke out after his hello. "Someone is watching me..."

***

He knew it was only a matter of time. Only a matter of time before you called him for help. A smirk form on his face as he leaned back in his seat, phone to his ear as you listened to tell him about some strange man lurking outside your apartment. Good ol' Simon he knew his lieutenant wouldn't disappoint, sure Soap and Gaz did well too but it was Ghost stalking you, and currently lurking outside your apartment scaring the wits out of his poor little wife.

"John? Are you there?" You spoke.

"I'm here I'll be right over, love." He told you getting up from his seat and grabbing his jacket before going to the door. "Everything is going to be fine, don't you worry."

Muttering a shaky thank you John listened as you hung up the phone, a smirk returning to his face. Things were going according to plan. Just a little more and you would be his once more...

Authors Notes- Okay firstly sorry this took forever to post. Life y'know? And sorry it's not overly interesting but I assure you the next chapter will have all the saucy stuff in it. Stuff I WAS going to cram all in this chapter then call this story done, but there is just too much I want to put in. So this fic is going to be four chapters rather than the usual three. And I'm rambling but I hope you enjoyed it! Have a goodnight!

#Yandere! Captain Price #ex wife reader #Tw stalking #Breaking and entering #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #141 makes a brief appearance

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mayhasopinions · 6 months

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i've been screaming about it over on twitter but i have the need to say here that lokius is lookin real canon. it's real. goodnight

#THIS EPISODE THO #loki s2 spoilers #LOKI TRYING TO LOOK GOOD FOR TL MOBIUS #MOBIUS THINKING THAT LOKI WAS HITTING ON HIM AND OFFERING HIM HIS EX-WIFE'S JETSKI AFTER KNOWING HIM FOR FIVE (5) MINUTES #LOKI BEING SO FLUSTERED AND STUTTERING WHILE TALKING TO HIM #AND STARING AT HIM WITH SO MUCH LONGING #mobius: r u stalking me????#also mobius: anyway u wanna come inside for a drink and have my ex-wife's jetski hahahaha marry me #they r real. they r canon. goodbye.#lokius #loki #loki s2 #mobius #mobius m mobius

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finnlyfox · 9 days

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today I found out my ex aka @l1l1fox on Tumblr has been stalking my Tumblr account ( I have her blocked ) and semi copying the style of my emojis (not sure if this is true but somone did reach out to me and sent me a screenshot of her newest emojis and it looked pretty similar), she confessed that "she doesnt care if she gets caught dead using my emojis" so since she likes them so much I figured whynot make her custom ones <33

Also please keep in mind this isn't the only time she's stalked me, TikTok, discord all that good stuff don't believe me well guess what I have screenshots :3 of course I'm not gonna post them today maybe if this gets a bit of attention. Also just for the record her bf tried "debunking" these claims most of that was him trying to say "I didn't blur is irl name" when in fact the name that wasn't blurred was publicly in his discord display name, then when I showed screenshots of other people coming to me about Sylas being a toxic person the only excuse he could come up with is "we trusted those people", once I shared the alt account he "debunked" it by saying once again that I "didn't blur the account name and that people were gonna come for them" yea ok "people where gonna attack" the account you and sylas used to stalk within my agere server this just proves that you admitted to the stalking and made up little excuses to try and save your reputation. Anyways enough yapping,

Since you like my emojis so much enjoy the custom ones I made just for you @/l1l1fox. And dw nobody can attack you cuz you have your comments off.

#discord emoji #art #sfw interaction only #stalker #crazy ex girlfriend #cyber stalking #custom emote #emoji requests #crazy ex gf #reqs open

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cancerravenclaw · 1 month

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all’s fair in love and trivia

chapter 5/10: run for the hills ✨

Sirius was just about to interject when his phone buzzed against the tabletop. He didn’t even need to look to know what the notification was.

And just as he suspected—

Werewolf.

The name and notification banner sat there untouched until the screen went dark. His pride wanted him to pretend he didn’t care, tuck the phone away in his pocket and ignore the message all night.

Sirius wouldn’t say it was his heart per say that won him over in the end, but something about Remus reaching out to him was electrifying. There was no point in lying to himself about it.

Not when he knew that no matter how much he schemed, or plotted, or pretended he couldn’t care less, Remus could say jump and Sirius would fling himself off a cliff without a parachute.

It was for that annoying reason that he dimmed his screen near blackness and hid his phone under the table to look.

Werewolf: You up?

Sirius sputtered on a mouthful of whisky, choking in surprise.

Did Remus John Lupin, writer extraordinaire, actually just send him a you up text? Seriously?

Sirius knew he should turn and run for the hills while he could, but the whisky in his brain conspiring with his lack of self-preservation made it obvious—he would inevitably show up to fuck Remus senseless only to fuck himself over in the process.

#wolfstar exes #yes remus is stalking sirius’ social media #and know he’s out w another man #jealous exes #wolfstar #wolfstar wip #all’s fair in love and trivia #sirius black #remus lupin

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compacflt · 3 months

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question: how do you find your research/sources? yours and dancing disasters' icemav fics are so inside baseball i love it, but how do you go about doing research?

I just read a lot & google stuff I don't know & am curious about. not that hard to start learning. and in terms of reading I've been interested in military history & milfiction my whole life. mostly related to the US army, actually--im extremely new to naval history and naval literature; all of that interest was driven by top gun. I've also been fortunate enough to visit a lot of the places I write about--ive been to Pearl Harbor a couple times & San Diego MANY times, for instance, and I've toured a few aircraft carriers and military bases. I've also finally bitten the bullet and kinda shifted my career path towards aerospace, so I've been learning a lot just by working in the aerospace & defense sector/spending a lot of time with people who do.

that's obviously not to say that I am somehow Educated in all this stuff. im pretty open on this blog about me being young & naive & wrong much of the time about how the real world works. so, you know, a lot of shit I just Make Up according to my preconceived notions of the military & the world.

here is my recommended military/navy reading list, some fiction and some nonfiction.

someone also asked recently if I had read anything good in the last 6 months--yes!! three new additions to my reading list: a) Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk by Ben Fountain. So goddamn good. If you have to read only one novel about the Iraq War, make it this one. It's more about America than it is about Iraq. b) Redeployment by Phil Klay. This one is a collection of short stories about Marines in Iraq, written by a USMC vet, talk about inside baseball. Crazy amounts of jargon in here, basically a "to-google" list. won the national book award which idk if it deserved, but it's good. c) No true glory: A Frontline Account of the Battle of Fallujah by Bing West. currently reading this one, really well done so far, talks a lot about how fucked the US strategy was in Iraq with Fallujah serving as a metonymy/case study for the war itself.

again... this is all mostly close-quarters-combat (infantry) literature, I really am not that interested in the navy/Air Force that much outside of top gun lol

though I did recently remember that in early 2022, before I was into top gun, I read "Wingmen" by Ensan Case, which is actually a gay US naval aviator romance set in WWII published in 1979! it's really authentic and kind of sad, obviously, since it was a 1940s navy gay love story published in 1979. I don't actually think Wingmen influenced how I wrote wwgattai or how I think of TG/TGM but I just remembered that I read that book in February 2022 and going "oh my god they were wingmen" so maybe you might find that book interesting.

#dancingdisaster's 'men like us' Directly inspired wwgattai and is the only other icemav/TG fic Ive ever read so I owe them a lottt #that fic opened my third eye as to 'omg what if ice lived' & then 'omg what if maverick died & ice never told him he loved him'#leading to my fics #thanks for the ask! PLEASE read billy Lynns long halftime walk #if for no other reason than its the best book I've read in 2024 and im already 12 books deep into 2024 #its so well written...... should be on the shortlist for the best great American novel......#a scathing indictment of the American christian conservative.... mmm I eat it up good soup #top gun #military history #guys I just found out yesterday that my ex whom I haven't talked to in 2 years has been stalking my twitter &#has seen me gushing about my gay top gun fanfiction #well he shouldn't have stalked my twitter ... genuinely insane behavior this is why I ended things #love men

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