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I posted 793 times in 2022

That's 793 more posts than 2021!

367 posts created (46%)

426 posts reblogged (54%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sunlightmurdock

@anna-rose-banana

@notroosterbradshaw

@onebigfangirlworld

@hufflepuffprincesse

I tagged 450 of my posts in 2022

Only 43% of my posts had no tags

#jake seresin - 120 posts

#top gun maverick - 108 posts

#bradley bradshaw - 97 posts

#hangman top gun - 72 posts

#rooster top gun - 64 posts

#more hearts than mine - 62 posts

#jake seresin top gun - 60 posts

#top gun imagine - 57 posts

#hangman - 51 posts

#bradley bradshaw topgun - 50 posts

Longest Tag: 102 characters

#something tells me they in fact can not handle a couple days of keeping their hands to themselves lmao

My Top Posts in 2022:

Let Me Love You

Pairing: Rooster x female!reader

TW: swearing, sad brad, angst with a happy ending (for the love of god we need some happy rooster, this man is endlessly tortured)

Summary: Bradley has been dealt a shitty hand in life, and he's determined to protect himself from getting hurt again. Everything is turned upside down when you blow into his life looking like everything he swears he doesn't want. (Based off this request)

Word Count:2.3k

A/N: Apparently im incapable of keeping it short and sweet. I have no idea how this happened, I didn't even know what direction I was going to take it and next think I know I have this so enjoy

Bradley Bradshaw didn't do relationships. It was a universally accepted fact by everyone that knew him. After seeing the way his dad's death destroyed his mother, he decided he could never do that to someone he loves. He accepted his fate, resigning himself to a life with no wife or kids.

When his mom got sick, he came home and took care of her until she passed. If there was ever a glimmer of hope that he would one day have the white picket fence and perfect family, it died with her. The only person left that he could count on was his Uncle Maverick. Then he pulled his papers from the academy. Bradley was left alone in the world, scrambling to find a way to fix the gaping hole that was blown into his future. Trust didn't come easily to him after that.

He'd had a few girlfriends scattered throughout his life, if you could call them that. They were more like flings that lasted a few months before he shipped off to another part of the world, never looking back. He knew it could never become something real. He was the love them and leave them type, and he was okay with that. Can't miss what you never had, right?

His mom had always kept his dad's memory alive, sharing stories of their love. Bradley couldn't wrap his head around how his mom never so much as looked at another man after his father's passing. No one would have blamed her. But she insisted that Nick Bradshaw had been it for her. Their brief time together was better than anything she would ever get from a lifetime with someone else. He never understood what she meant. Until he met you.

From the second Bradley's eyes landed on you, he knew you were going to rip through his life like a hurricane. You had waltzed into the hangar that day with a heart-stopping smile. You were one of only two women in his Top Gun class and he could immediately see why. There was an air of confidence about you. Your hair was neatly styled, your shoulders back and head held high. He felt time stand still, and for the first time in his life, he wondered if he had been wrong all those years. You met his gaze, and he saw his entire future in your eyes. Maybe he did want someone to come home to.

He kept his distance the first few days, observing from afar. You were an extraordinary pilot. He was in awe watching you in the air. Your instincts were razor sharp and you flew your aircraft as if it was an extension of your own body. You were always two steps ahead, somehow anticipating what your opponent would do before they seemed to know themself. You flew extremely fast and loved to show off, yet you were remarkably precise and calculated. It made you a formidable rival. Bradley could never understand how you could just let go and trust your intuition.

On the ground, you managed to be self-assured but kind. You could hold your own when provoked but had a laid-back and fun personality otherwise. Everyone seemed to like you without trying. You were easy to be around and made everyone feel like a part of the conversation. Your energy was magnetic and Bradley could feel himself getting pulled in.

You were the only woman he ever felt himself wanting to break his own rules for. He found himself jealous of everyone who got to interact with you. His fists clenched when one of the other pilots managed to draw out a laugh and his body tingled whenever he saw your smile. You were dangerous, and he knew if he wasn't careful he would fall in love with you. Little did he know, it was already too late.

From that point on, he avoided interacting with you unless in the air. If he did find himself in your presence, he was cold and shut off. You were never one to make enemies and didn't understand why he hated you. You had barely spoken to the man. You didn't get too hung up on it, letting his comments and attitude roll off your back. It went on like this for your entire time at Top Gun, and anytime you crossed paths for the next couple of years. Eventually, it hit a boiling point.

You've been assigned to the same mission as Bradley, and the two of you have been paired up. You're drowning your sorrows at the bar on base, keeping your distance from Bradley a few seats down from you. You feel him shooting daggers at you and decide you've had enough. You stand and march towards him, stopping a couple feet away and crossing your arms.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Your face is hot from a mixture of alcohol and anger. He shoots you a glance and scoffs. "I don't have a problem." He shrugs, and you roll your eyes.

"Bullshit, Bradshaw. You've hated me since we were in Top Gun." Your eyes narrow and Bradley can't help but think you're cute when you're mad. He'd never admit it but his heart was racing, excited to talk to you even if you were chewing him out.

He looks at you fully and his heart drops when he sees tears in your eyes. Shit. He never meant to make you cry. Truthfully, he didn't think you had noticed him enough to be able to elicit any type of response in the first place. His face softens and he sets his beer down.

"I don't hate you." His voice is soft, but you hear him crystal clear. You shrink into yourself, your liquid confidence dwindling. Bradley has never seen you so timid and he mentally curses himself for being the cause of it. "Then why are you always mean to me?" You ask with a small voice.

He avoids eye contact and crosses his arms. He's too drunk for this. "Because you scare me." He admits. "I don't like getting close to people, and I wouldn't be able to help myself."

After his confession that night three years ago, your relationship changed. He slowly opened up, telling you all his most safely guarded secrets. You were best friends, one of you never far from the other.

Bradley knew he was in love with you, but he also knew the two of you could never be together. You didn't feel that way about him and even if you did, he was determined to never let himself have the life he so craved with you. He was okay with keeping his feelings to himself if it meant protecting you.

What the sandy-haired idiot didn't realize, was that you were head over heels for him too. It killed you to know you couldn't have more with Bradley. He had told you his reasoning for never wanting a serious relationship or family. You couldn't blame him, even if you did want to smack him in the back of the head for making choices based on a hypothetical situation instead of the very real one standing right in front of him.

So that's how your relationship worked. Both of you decided that it was better to have each other as friends, than not at all. Which is what brings you to your current predicament.

You and Rooster are sitting across from each other on his couch. Every Friday you two order takeout and stay up watching shitty reality shows, but tonight you decided to add alcohol. You've both had a bit too much to drink, no longer paying any attention to the re-run playing on the tv.

You'd been thumb wrestling, the sounds of your giggles mixing and filling the room. All of a sudden, Bradley pulled back and got a serious look on his face. You had laughed and asked him if he was okay, but he didn't respond. It's been several minutes since either of you has talked, Bradley looking deep in thought.

You're about to ask again when he looks up at you. Your heart squeezes when you see unshed tears on his water line. You don't say anything, silently reaching out to grab his hand and run your thumb across his knuckles. If you thought your heart hurt before, what he says to you leaves it shattered on the floor.

"Everyone I've ever cared for has either died or left me. Except for you." A tear falls off his face and you reach forward to cup his cheek. It's a drunken moment of vulnerability, but you know the sentiment is real. You silently wonder how long he's been carrying that thought in his heart.

His large hand holds yours in place, and you realize your hand is completely enveloped in his. Your stomach does a flip when you feel how warm he is, and you can't help but notice how they fit together like puzzle pieces.

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1,368 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

Shotgun

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader

Word count: 500

Summary: The only thing Bradley loves more than his Bronco is you.

TW:none

One thing about Bradley is that he treats his Bronco like it's his baby. He's meticulous about upkeep, getting it washed once a week and making sure it gets routine oil changes and tune-ups. He's insistent that there will never be any kind of bumper stickers or magnets on it and he almost killed Jake when he bumped it with his truck door on accident.

Which is why you're in complete shock when he opens the passenger-side door for you. The first thing you notice is white lettering and you look down with a frown. Your eyes almost bulge of their sockets when you read what it says. Y/N's Seat. Your head whips around to look at Bradley and he smiles brightly.

"Do you like it?" You nod your head at a complete loss for words. Your mouth opens and closes a few times before you finally speak. "I love it, but why? You're always so adamant that there's nothing allowed on the paint." You frown.

He just shakes his head and laughs. "Yea, but you're the exception. No matter who's riding shotgun, they need to know who it belongs to. Jake tried to adjust the seat the other day and I almost made him walk."

Your smile almost splits your face in two. Bradley has definitely never hidden the fact he has a girlfriend. He has a picture of the two of you on his dashboard, he keeps tampons in the glove box, and one of your scrunchies is always on his gear shift. This is another level though and it makes your heart skip a beat.

You lean up and kiss him sweetly before climbing into the car. The two of you head down to the Hard Deck and spend the next few hours drinking and laughing with the squad. When it's time to leave, Bradley offers Jake a ride home. He came with Phoenix and she left the bar a couple hours ago with a cute stranger.

Jake runs up ahead of you and beats you to the truck. "Shotgun!" He yells and you just quirk your eyebrow. "I don't think so, Bagman." You tease and his eyes narrow.

"Just because you're the girlfriend doesn't mean you get dibs. It's not like your name is on it." You roll your eyes and shove him out of the way to open the door as Bradley watches the interaction with amusement.

"First of all, that's exactly what being his girlfriend means. Second of all, It does have my name on it." You say while pointing at the lettering. Jake looks down and does a double-take before looking at Bradley.

"Seriously?" He half whines and Bradley shrugs his shoulders unashamed. "Climb in the back or walk."

You turn to Jake once you've climbed up in the seat and laugh. "Sorry, Jake. You've been replaced."

He looks at you with a deadpan expression for a second before giving up and getting in the truck. Bradley climbs in and leans over to give you a kiss before starting the engine and Jake makes a face while gagging. "You two are unbearable."

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1,638 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

You’re All I Care About

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader

Summary: Bradleys world is almost flipped upside down when he receives a terrifying call from you. (Based off this post)

TW: car accident, angst, mentions of blood, swearing, fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I’m not really pleased with how this turned out but I also don't have the motivation to rewrite it so blah

You blink your eyes a few times trying to take in your surroundings. The first thing you register is the blaring horn and the smell of blood. You know that you've just been T-boned but you don't know how bad it is. The other car must have run because you're alone in the middle of the four-way stop. You're not on a popular road so there are no other cars around to help.

The first thing you think to do is call Bradley. You know he'll get here faster than any first responders. Your heart drops when you realize that you're in his bronco. Your car was in the shop having some work done, so he had insisted you drive it. You don't stay stuck on the thought for long, digging for your phone.

The impact had spun the truck around and everything went flying. You spot your cell on the passenger side floorboard and reach to grab it. It takes you a minute to get your hands on it, having to be mindful of the shattered glass covering the car. Once it's in your hands, you press Bradley's contact and lean back with your eyes closed.

Bradley's at your shared home laughing with Jake and Nat when his phone rings. He smiles when he sees your contact photo and answers, pressing the phone to his ear. His face drops when he hears a car horn blasting and you don't greet him. The two pilots notice his change in demeanor and sit up with concern written on their features.

"Y/N?" He tries and his heart plummets when you don't respond. He tries again, this time louder and you finally answer. "Bradley," you breathe and he stands up when he hears the tears and panic in your voice. "I'm sorry about your Bronco."

His eyes widen when he realizes the horn is coming from his truck. "Baby where are you?" He's already grabbing Jake's keys and sprinting out the door. Jake and Nat are hot on his tail, not bothering to ask any questions. Bradley's reaction is all they need to know. You give him your location and he stays on the phone with you.

"I'm only a couple minutes away, baby. Are you hurt?" His stomach twists in anticipation of your answer. Your head hurts but you're not in any severe pain. "I don't think so. My head hurts, but that's it." You tell him and he breathes a little easier.

"Okay, honey. Are the paramedics there yet?" He doesn't hear any sirens and wonders how long ago this happened. He's going 80 in a 55 and it won't take him much longer to get to you. You chuckle to yourself as you answer. "No, you're the first person I called."

Bradley's eyebrows furrow and he turns to Jake. "Call an ambulance." His friend looks at him baffled for a second. "Now." His voice is more urgent this time and Jake pulls out his phone to call 911.

The truck skids to a stop as they pull up to the accident. Phoenix gasps and covers her mouth and Jake is in complete disbelief. He's still on the phone with the operator and he tells them to hurry. Bradley feels like he's going to throw up as he bolts out of the truck, barely putting it in park.

His bronco is completely crushed in on the driver's side and glass is littered across the road. All of the airbags are deployed and he falters when he sees blood.

He hasn't even seen you yet, but if the condition of his truck is any indication, it isn't good. He makes it to you and he runs his hands through his hair in a panic, unsure of what to do. All of his military training has flown out the window.

He’s brought back when he sees Jake try to wrench the door open. He helps him pull a couple of times but it's pinned shut. "Hey, flyboy." He hears your sweet voice and forces himself to look at you.

He feels a lump form in his throat and he reaches toward your head. You have blood dripping down the side of your face, but other than that you don't look too beat up.

There are definitely some cuts from the glass and probably bruises from the seatbelt locking up, but it could be worse. He knows your head is the most concerning injury. The way you're bleeding there's no way you didn't hit it, but you seem aware of your surroundings and have your usual teasing tone.

Bradley runs around to the passenger side and opens the door. He climbs in ignoring the shards digging into him and leans over to check your pulse. He can hear the sirens approaching and calms down just enough to talk. "Hey, baby. We're gonna get you out of here but I need you to try and keep your head still until they can check you out okay?"

You hum in acknowledgment just as the ambulance and police cars arrive at the scene. Bradley is pulled back by Jake as the paramedics start asking questions and working on you. He pulls against the restraint and Nat finally gets out of the truck and rushes over. She stands in from of him and places a gentle hand on his arm. "Let them work, Bradley."

He stops fighting and deflates into the man behind him. He feels the adrenaline start to fade and hot tears prick at his eyes. He scrubs his hands over his face trying to compose himself as a paramedic walks up to him.

"She's stable, but were transporting her to the hospital to check for head trauma and internal injuries. Do one of you want to ride in the back with her?" Bradley immediately steps forward and the paramedic nods, leading him to the ambulance.

He climbs in and takes your hand. You look significantly better with a bandage on your head and a woman is working on disinfecting your cuts. You look over at him the best you can with the neck brace and within seconds tears are rolling off your face. He leans forward and kisses your forehead. "It's okay, baby. You're okay."

You look up at him and his heart shatters at the fear in your eyes. "I'm so sorry about the bronco, Bradley. I promise I'll pay for whatever damage if it can even be fixed." He shakes his head in disbelief and grasps both of your hands In his.

'Listen to me. I don't give two fucks about that right now. All I care about is you being okay. I'll deal with all that later." You blink and another tear cascades down your cheek. "But it means so much to you."

Bradley closes his eyes and a tear slips out. He leans down to rest his head on top of your interlocked hands and takes a shaky breath. "Nothing in this world means more to me than you. A car can be replaced, you can't. Sure I'm devastated, but not nearly as devastated as I would be if something had happened to you."

Truthfully Bradley doesn't know if he could ever get behind the wheel of his bronco again, even if it is salvageable. Anytime he goes to drive it, he'll only be able to picture you stuck behind the wheel covered in blood and glass.

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1,837 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

I Have a Girlfriend

“I’m Never Drinking Again” Part Two

Paring: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader

TW: swearing, alcohol and drunken shenanigans, I believe that's all

Summary: A night out with the dagger squad leads to quite an amusing Bradley Bradshaw.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: 1,000% this Is how I see rooster in this lmao. also I was going to queue this but I literally can't sit on a fic once its done so you guys are being spoiled with two in one night.

Rooster isn't usually much of a drinker. He nurses a couple of beers when you go out with the daggers, but he knows how to be the life of the party sober. He prefers to have fun while being completely in control and he hates the idea of you drinking without him watching over you.

However, tonight is a different story. Jake and Phoenix are awful influences and between the two of them, they've managed to get Bradley sloppy drunk. You shake your head as you watch the pilots dancing to some 80s song on the jukebox. You and Maverick have assigned yourselves as the designated drivers, knowing damn well the rest of the group would end up passed out in random places if you didn't.

Bradley is sporting a crooked smile and a light blush on his cheeks from the alcohol coursing through his blood. He's wearing his aviators inside and at some point managed to lose his tank top, now just wearing an open Hawaiian shirt.

You've only seen Bradley drunk once and you don't remember much of it seeing as you were matching him shot for shot. You and Mav chat away, glancing at the group every few minutes. Jake has untucked his shirt and Phoenix is singing into a pool cue.

It makes your heart happy to see your friends letting loose. As much fun as he is sober, drunk Bradley is unmatched. His energy is magnetic and it seems everyone in the room is laughing and dancing with him at one point or another. You smile to yourself, proud that you get to call him yours.

You're listening to Mav tell a story about Jake throwing up after having one too many fruity drinks he swears he doesn't like when you hear a loud chorus of cheers. You look over and almost spit your drink out.

Bradley is standing on the bar top waving his shirt around while people throw money at him. You notice his chest and abs glistening and try to recall when the hell he got wet. His hands reach for his belt buckle and you launch toward him, spilling your drink in the process. You fight your way over to the bar and jump up on a stool so you can reach him.

You manage to stop him just before he catches a public indecency charge and all but drag him back down to solid ground. You're met with protests and boos but shoot the crowd a look and they shut up. Bradley stumbles behind you as you pull him over to a booth and motion for Mav to get him some water.

Rooster practically falls into the seat giggling to himself like a schoolgirl. You stand in front of him with your hands on your hips and an amused smirk. It takes him a second to notice your presence and when he does he looks up. His eyes are glassy and unfocused and he scowls at you.

Maverick walks over with a pitcher of water and Bradley's shirt and you shoot him an appreciative smile. He stays with you to make sure that you don't need help. Bradley would never do anything out of line, but he's a big guy, and trying to support him on your own would be a near-impossible feat.

You pour a cup of water and place it down in front of him. "Drink." You order while pointing at the glass. Rooster wrinkles his nose in disgust and scoots further away from you. Mav shoots you a look of confusion and you return it with a frown.

You reach out to run your hand through Bradley's hair the way he loves and he recoils, letting out something akin to a squeal as he tries to avoid your touch. Now you're really confused. "What the hell are you doing?" Your voice is sassy but you have a light smile.

"I don't want you." His words are so slurred you barely catch what he says, but when it registers hurt shoots through your chest. You take a step back and fold your arms, retreating into yourself. "Why not?"

He looks at you as if you've grown a third head and pulls his phone out. He holds it up to show you his lock screen, it's a picture of the two of you at the beach. Your eyebrows shoot up and you wait for him to explain.

"I have a girlfriend." He says matter of factly while dramatically pointing at your face on his screen. You cover your mouth with your hand trying not to laugh at him. "I'm gonna call her, I miss her." He pouts and you watch as he fumbles through putting in his password and finding your contact.

He presses call and flops back on the bench with his eyes closed. You feel your phone start vibrating and debate whether or not you should actually answer it. Bradley's face has a childlike excitement on it at the idea of talking to you and you decide to play along.

You slide the button over and press the phone up to your ear as Maverick laughs next to you. "Hey, baby." You watch as a bright smile lights up Bradley's face when he hears your voice and your heart flutters.

"Hiii sweet girl. Where'd you run off to? I miss you." He sulks and you almost choke on a laugh.

"I'm still here pretty boy. I see you laying on a bench, I'll be right there." Rooster's eyes shoot open and your lips quirk up at the absurdity of the situation. He struggles to sit up for a second, grasping around to get his bearings before his eyes meet yours.

He reaches out and makes grabby hands at you before pulling you down to sit in his lap. He nuzzles his face into your shoulder and inhales your scent. You reach back to run your hand through his hair and he lets out a content sigh.

His eyebrows furrow when he sees the water sitting on the table and he turns haphazardly to look at you. "When did that get there?" He asks completely bewildered. You smile at him and run your fingers along his jawline. "I brought it for you. You need to drink some water or you're going to get sick." You explain gently.

He nods his head and chugs the water without any more questions. "Slow down, baby. It's not going anywhere." You laugh and he smiles sheepishly at you. His eyes start to droop and you share a look with Mav silently agreeing it's time to get him home.

You cup Bradley's cheek and bring his attention to you. "I'm going to get you home so you can sleep this off. Do you think you can stand so Mav can help me get you to the car?"

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2,227 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Knight in a Flight Suit

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female!reader

TW: swearing, violence, groping

Summary: You like to run your mouth and have no problem stepping up to a man. Why? Because you have your very own security guard.(Based off this post)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: GIF is same energy just not fresh out of the shower. Also, you know that scene of Jax in sons of anarchy where he's smoking and suddenly throws a hook that sends the guy into another dimension? That's exactly what im imagining.

Over the years you've gained a reputation for being rather..feisty. Especially with men. You didn't get to where you are in your career by taking things lying down, and you've never had a problem going toe to toe with anybody.

Sure it's gotten you in some situations a few times, namely when you square up to a man whose mother didn't teach them not to hit women. But you've never had issues with holding your own.

Then you met the dagger squad. If it wasn't your husband watching your back, it was Rooster. And if it's not Rooster it's Maverick. If not maverick, then Coyote, and so on. You basically have your own security team, so yea, you're pretty confident in your ability to talk shit to any man who looks at you the wrong way.

Usually though, Jake is the only line of defense you need. Ever since the two of you started dating three years ago, a man hasn't gotten within five feet of you. It only amplified when you got married. Jake would set fire to the world if it meant keeping you safe, and he'd do it with a smile. Tonight is a perfect example of that.

You're standing at the bar waiting for yours and Jake's beers when you feel a hand skim across your back about two inches too far south. You don't like someone touching you at all, but when the man's hand lingers on your ass and gives a light squeeze, you whip around to face him.

"Get your grimy fucking hands off of me." You smack his hand away and the man chuckles. "Looks like we've got a live one." He smirks and you see red.

You size the man up, and he takes it as you checking him out. You don't correct him, usually playing the helpless victim works out in your favor. He's got maybe 40 pounds and half a foot on you but that's never stopped you before.

He reaches out for your waist and you quickly step back to avoid him. At this point you're fairly certain you know how this will end and you're just playing along to see how far he'll take it.

The man laughs and quirks his head to the side, clearly taking it as a challenge. "Playing hard to get, huh? That's fine, I like the chase."

His grin reminds you of the Cheshire Cat and your face contorts in disgust. His smile drops when he sees your reaction and this time it's your turn to smirk. Let the games begin.

You square your shoulders and straighten up to your full height. You go to take a step forward and the man's eyes darken. "You think you can fight me? I don't give a fuck you're a woman, I'll knock your ass clean out." He laughs.

You watch him stand up straight and your eyes never leave his face, even as you have to adjust your angle to be looking up at him. Before either of you can say or do anything else, Jake is standing in front of you.

He has his back to the man, forming a physical barrier and putting a few feet of space between the two of you. "What's going on here, sweet cheeks?" His eyes are glued to yours, never even looking at the man he'd most likely be in the parking lot with in the next five minutes.

Your posture relaxes in his presence, knowing Jake just made whatever problem you were about to have his own. Your eyebrows shoot up as you gesture to the man behind him.

"Shrimp dick over there decided to grope me. When I didn't let it slide he threatened to knock me out cold." You explain, eyes still on the threat.

The man points his finger angrily in your direction, ignoring the blonde pilot. "Watch your fucking mouth."

Jake visibly tenses and you laugh at the man, fully aware of the mistake he just made. It's one thing for you to tell Jake about it, but for someone to have the balls to disrespect and threaten you in front of him?

You shake your head at the man. "Now you've really got a problem." You mock and Jake slowly turns around. The two men are about the same size, though Jake is clearly more muscular. Not that it matters, Jake would lay a 10-foot giant out on their ass for talking to you like that.

The only thing scarier than a loud angry Jake is a calm angry Jake. Every word and movement is precise and calculated. He stares the man down for a second before speaking slowly.

"Apologize." He isn't asking, he's telling. "For what?" The man laughs and Jake feels his blood boil.

"For touching my wife without her permission and then threatening to hurt her. And for swearing at a lady. Where I'm from those are justified grounds for murder." His voice is low and it sends shivers up your spine.

"And if I don't?" The man scoffs and Jake takes another step forward, now fully in the stranger's personal space. "Then I'll make you." He cracks his neck and pops his wrists and elbows. That should've been this asshole's sign to walk away.

By now you've noticed a crowd forming and the rest of the dagger squad are making their way over. You see two men heading your way and can immediately tell they're this dick's backup.

You reach forward and press a hand gently to his shoulder. "Jake." You try to get his attention but he doesn't take his eyes off his target. "I see them. I'm not worried about it." He knows he's got his own backup, and they outnumber the three men twofold.

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2,542 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

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I posted 4,332 times in 2022

That's 3,961 more posts than 2021!

1,989 posts created (46%)

2,343 posts reblogged (54%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@you-have-been-frizzled

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I tagged 4,022 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#kotlc - 2,144 posts

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#kotlc keefe - 597 posts

#keefe sencen - 564 posts

#kotlc sophie - 534 posts

#sophie foster - 500 posts

#kotlc headcanon - 350 posts

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#not fandom content - 286 posts

#kotlc fitz - 282 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#definitely not because my crush had his absolutely spectacular hair braided today and i cant get the image out of my head oh my stars he wa

My Top Posts in 2022:

just gonna put it out there

if you support what Kanye West's been saying lately i have a message for you and it is very simple:

that is all. good day.

366 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

hey what if someone on kotlc tumblr is shannon in disguise and we've just been interacting with them like they're a normal crazy person but in reality they're the source of all our problems

367 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

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570 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

that vibe when the textbook says “Romantic love may not be essential to life, but it may be essential to joy.”

and you just sit there like

of all the stupid, uneducated, ridiculous, pointless disgusting things to say

678 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Something I always forget is that Anya is actually four.

Like, I spend almost 40+ hours a week with kids about that age, and let me tell you four year olds and six year olds are worlds apart in what they are mentally capable of. Like, it explains so much about Anya's character when you realize that she's four.

Four year olds are practically babies. They just look a little more grown up. They can talk and communicate ideas, but they're still just so extremely little people. They can't go on long walks. They can't do complicated math, they can't read.

Anya's four.

Like, wtf.

She lied and said she was six, but she's four.

I think.... That that explains exactly why she acts the way she does.

Someone in Spy X Family knows A LOT about kids, and I honestly love them for it.

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novinablog · 2 years

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I posted 284 times in 2021

83 posts created (29%)

201 posts reblogged (71%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.4 posts.

I added 367 tags in 2021

#spilled thoughts - 39 posts

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#original poetry - 36 posts

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Longest Tag: 23 characters

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My Top Posts in 2021

After breaking up with you

My world stopped

After you left me

Time, day, month and year

Also stopped

I can't move on

And i can't move back

My plan got messed up

Like disappearing from my mind

Forget you

Takes a lot of time

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A lonely lady

I'm lonely

No one close to me

No one stays by my side

I'm lonely

I'm tired

I'm bored

I'm lonely

In the crowd

Wrapped in a smile

34 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 15:43:28 GMT

The moonlight

I found him

Like the moon found the sun

Shine in the dark

He is an ordinary man

Just an ordinary man

With ordinary style

He doesn't give me romantic words

And don't give me sweet promises

But he gave me true love

He can turn gloomy days into colorful days

He is able to make beautiful dreams come true

And only he can make me fall in love again and again

He is for me

I am for him

Like the moonlight in the night sky

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The Moon and The Sun

I am the moon

You are the sun

We need each other

I am the master of the night

You are the master of the day

We are complementary

I exist because you exist

You and me make the world colorful

We were meant to be together

forever

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I found you

Like the night found the moon

I found you

Like i found a light in the dark

I found you

Like i found the rainbow after the thunderstorm

I found you

Like I found a spring in the middle of the desert

All i want

And all i need

Is on you

Because you are the apple of my eye

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tooeldaryan · 5 years

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Thoughts about this year's event.

Well, I can't say I hadn't been excited before the event. But when it has started my excitement faded away. (I don't count, that I had to write a test on the event's first day, cause it was out of the game.)

The outfits

The outfits were beautiful, but I none of them were like "I want it, no matter what" (I actually felt it last year with the Petrifying Empress dress, still my favorite)

The familiars

Now these were the ones I wanted so much, I can't even tell 😆 And I got them. Not their bait, however I'd sent my pet to the same place for days but nothing. Fortunately I'd got more luck with the familiars, I'd caught one for first the other for second attempt and for the 3rd or 4th exploration on the location.

The drop rate

I'd got most of the ineffectual things, mostly old stuff (like 3 years old). During the extra days I found new items usually than before.

The idea

I have a good idea for the future events: pls Beemoov divide the locations into 2 groups (6&7 places), in the 1st group's locations place the new outfit pieces, baits, pets randomly, and in the 2nd group's places put the old items. This way everyone can choose what they want to find old or new. And maybe we could avoid putting the new bait to a place with 367 other items including 2 wig types. I'm OK with finding the same clothes in different colors, but eyes which people use only 1-3 different shades and getting 30? Thx but thx NOT. Same with wigs for me.

#eldarya #halloween event 2018

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monatice · 2 years

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I posted 1,832 times in 2021

54 posts created (3%)

1778 posts reblogged (97%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 32.9 posts.

I added 2,031 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 16 characters

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My Top Posts in 2021

Love Without Words (Jung Wooyoung)

Summary: You have entered Wooyoung’s life two years ago and you couldn’t be any happier. Even when the beginning was hard because of the fans, you have managed and you have grown together and have become inseparable. Wooyoung shows his love every day, he doesn't have to say ‘I Love You’ for you to know he means it. His expressions and actions are enough for you to know the truth.

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Hold Me (Jung Wooyoung)

Summary: Wooyoung is an open book. He usually doesn’t hide anything about himself, especially towards you. But when you are on the way to the lake you notice that Wooyoung does hide something. You have no idea what it is, but something tells you it is something that bothers Wooyoung deeply. You have expected everything except this.

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Other Side (Park Seonghwa)

Summary: Seonghwa is the calmest member of Ateez. Nothing could make him scream or shout. He is always collected, and you loved that about Seonghwa. You were always surprised that he isn’t jealous in any way. You were able to have fun with the members and Seonghwa would let you. Therefore, it also surprises you when Seonghwa showed that he is jealous, just not of the members.

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Boyfriend Material (Jeong Yunho)

Summary: It is time for the tour again and Yunho has to pack. While he packs you fall asleep on the sofa which Yunho doesn’t know. Only when he wants to ask you something he sees you and his heart melts. He can't bring himself to wake you up, yet.

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Mine (Hwang Hyunjin)

Summary: It is Hyunjin’s birthday and he decided to celebrate it big. And it goes well until he sees a man approaching you. Hyunjin isn’t the jealous type, but he can get overprotective when he sees you being uncomfortable with something. And it seems like that was the case, so he couldn’t help and get jealous. But does the man stop when he sees him?

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Bee movie script KIDOUYUUTO SEP 16TH, 2013 71,831 NEVERrawdownloadreport58.50 KB1. Bee Movie Script 2.  3.  4.  5. According to all known laws 6. of aviation, 7.  8.  9. there is no way a bee 10. should be able to fly. 11.  12.  13. Its wings are too small to get 14. its fat little body off the ground. 15.  16.  17. The bee, of course, flies anyway 18.  19.  20. because bees don't care 21. what humans think is impossible. 22.  23.  24. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. 25. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. 26.  27.  28. Ooh, black and yellow! 29. Let's shake it up a little. 30.  31.  32. Barry! Breakfast is ready! 33.  34.  35. Ooming! 36.  37.  38. Hang on a second. 39.  40.  41. Hello? 42.  43.  44. - Barry? 45. - Adam? 46.  47.  48. - Oan you believe this is happening? 49. - I can't. I'll pick you up. 50.  51.  52. Looking sharp. 53.  54.  55. Use the stairs. Your father 56. paid good money for those. 57.  58.  59. Sorry. I'm excited. 60.  61.  62. Here's the graduate. 63. We're very proud of you, son. 64.  65.  66. A perfect report card, all B's. 67.  68.  69. Very proud. 70.  71.  72. Ma! I got a thing going here. 73.  74.  75. - You got lint on your fuzz. 76. - Ow! That's me! 77.  78.  79. - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. 80. - Bye! 81.  82.  83. Barry, I told you, 84. stop flying in the house! 85.  86.  87. - Hey, Adam. 88. - Hey, Barry. 89.  90.  91. - Is that fuzz gel? 92. - A little. Special day, graduation. 93.  94.  95. Never thought I'd make it. 96.  97.  98. Three days grade school, 99. three days high school. 100.  101.  102. Those were awkward. 103.  104.  105. Three days college. I'm glad I took 106. a day and hitchhiked around the hive. 107.  108.  109. You did come back different. 110.  111.  112. - Hi, Barry. 113. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. 114.  115.  116. - Hear about Frankie? 117. - Yeah. 118.  119.  120. - You going to the funeral? 121. - No, I'm not going. 122.  123.  124. Everybody knows, 125. sting someone, you die. 126.  127.  128. Don't waste it on a squirrel. 129. Such a hothead. 130.  131.  132. I guess he could have 133. just gotten out of the way. 134.  135.  136. I love this incorporating 137. an amusement park into our day. 138.  139.  140. That's why we don't need vacations. 141.  142.  143. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... 144. under the circumstances. 145.  146.  147. - Well, Adam, today we are men. 148. - We are! 149.  150.  151. - Bee-men. 152. - Amen! 153.  154.  155. Hallelujah! 156.  157.  158. Students, faculty, distinguished bees, 159.  160.  161. please welcome Dean Buzzwell. 162.  163.  164. Welcome, New Hive Oity 165. graduating class of... 166.  167.  168. ...9:15. 169.  170.  171. That concludes our ceremonies. 172.  173.  174. And begins your career 175. at Honex Industries! 176.  177.  178. Will we pick ourjob today? 179.  180.  181. I heard it's just orientation. 182.  183.  184. Heads up! Here we go. 185.  186.  187. Keep your hands and antennas 188. inside the tram at all times. 189.  190.  191. - Wonder what it'll be like? 192. - A little scary. 193.  194.  195. Welcome to Honex, 196. a division of Honesco 197.  198.  199. and a part of the Hexagon Group. 200.  201.  202. This is it! 203.  204.  205. Wow. 206.  207.  208. Wow. 209.  210.  211. We know that you, as a bee, 212. have worked your whole life 213.  214.  215. to get to the point where you 216. can work for your whole life. 217.  218.  219. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen 220. Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. 221.  222.  223. Our top-secret formula 224.  225.  226. is automatically color-corrected, 227. scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured 228.  229.  230. into this soothing sweet syrup 231.  232.  233. with its distinctive 234. golden glow you know as... 235.  236.  237. Honey! 238.  239.  240. - That girl was hot. 241. - She's my cousin! 242.  243.  244. - She is? 245. - Yes, we're all cousins. 246.  247.  248. - Right. You're right. 249. - At Honex, we constantly strive 250.  251.  252. to improve every aspect 253. of bee existence. 254.  255.  256. These bees are stress-testing 257. a new helmet technology. 258.  259.  260. - What do you think he makes? 261. - Not enough. 262.  263.  264. Here we have our latest advancement, 265. the Krelman. 266.  267.  268. - What does that do? 269. - Oatches that little strand of honey 270.  271.  272. that hangs after you pour it. 273. Saves us millions. 274.  275.  276. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? 277.  278.  279. Of course. Most bee jobs are 280. small ones. But bees know 281.  282.  283. that every small job, 284. if it's done well, means a lot. 285.  286.  287. But choose carefully 288.  289.  290. because you'll stay in the job 291. you pick for the rest of your life. 292.  293.  294. The same job the rest of your life? 295. I didn't know that. 296.  297.  298. What's the difference? 299.  300.  301. You'll be happy to know that bees, 302. as a species, haven't had one day off 303.  304.  305. in 27 million years. 306.  307.  308. So you'll just work us to death? 309.  310.  311. We'll sure try. 312.  313.  314. Wow! That blew my mind! 315.  316.  317. "What's the difference?" 318. How can you say that? 319.  320.  321. One job forever? 322. That's an insane choice to have to make. 323.  324.  325. I'm relieved. Now we only have 326. to make one decision in life. 327.  328.  329. But, Adam, how could they 330. never have told us that? 331.  332.  333. Why would you question anything? 334. We're bees. 335.  336.  337. We're the most perfectly 338. functioning society on Earth. 339.  340.  341. You ever think maybe things 342. work a little too well here? 343.  344.  345. Like what? Give me one example. 346.  347.  348. I don't know. But you know 349. what I'm talking about. 350.  351.  352. Please clear the gate. 353. Royal Nectar Force on approach. 354.  355.  356. Wait a second. Oheck it out. 357.  358.  359. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! 360. - Wow. 361.  362.  363. I've never seen them this close. 364.  365.  366. They know what it's like 367. outside the hive. 368.  369.  370. Yeah, but some don't come back. 371.  372.  373. - Hey, Jocks! 374. - Hi, Jocks! 375.  376.  377. You guys did great! 378.  379.  380. You're monsters! 381. You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! 382.  383.  384. - I wonder where they were. 385. - I don't know. 386.  387.  388. Their day's not planned. 389.  390.  391. Outside the hive, flying who knows 392. where, doing who knows what. 393.  394.  395. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen 396. Jock. You have to be bred for that. 397.  398.  399. Right. 400.  401.  402. Look. That's more pollen 403. than you and I will see in a lifetime. 404.  405.  406. It's just a status symbol. 407. Bees make too much of it. 408.  409.  410. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it 411. and the ladies see you wearing it. 412.  413.  414. Those ladies? 415. Aren't they our cousins too? 416.  417.  418. Distant. Distant. 419.  420.  421. Look at these two. 422.  423.  424. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. 425. - Let's have fun with them. 426.  427.  428. It must be dangerous 429. being a Pollen Jock. 430.  431.  432. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me 433. against a mushroom! 434.  435.  436. He had a paw on my throat, 437. and with the other, he was slapping me! 438.  439.  440. - Oh, my! 441. - I never thought I'd knock him out. 442.  443.  444. What were you doing during this? 445.  446.  447. Trying to alert the authorities. 448.  449.  450. I can autograph that. 451.  452.  453. A little gusty out there today, 454. wasn't it, comrades? 455.  456.  457. Yeah. Gusty. 458.  459.  460. We're hitting a sunflower patch 461. six miles from here tomorrow. 462.  463.  464. - Six miles, huh? 465. - Barry! 466.  467.  468. A puddle jump for us, 469. but maybe you're not up for it. 470.  471.  472. - Maybe I am. 473. - You are not! 474.  475.  476. We're going 0900 at J-Gate. 477.  478.  479. What do you think, buzzy-boy? 480. Are you bee enough? 481.  482.  483. I might be. It all depends 484. on what 0900 means. 485.  486.  487. Hey, Honex! 488.  489.  490. Dad, you surprised me. 491.  492.  493. You decide what you're interested in? 494.  495.  496. - Well, there's a lot of choices. 497. - But you only get one. 498.  499.  500. Do you ever get bored 501. doing the same job every day? 502.  503.  504. Son, let me tell you about stirring. 505.  506.  507. You grab that stick, and you just 508. move it around, and you stir it around. 509.  510.  511. You get yourself into a rhythm. 512. It's a beautiful thing. 513.  514.  515. You know, Dad, 516. the more I think about it, 517.  518.  519. maybe the honey field 520. just isn't right for me. 521.  522.  523. You were thinking of what, 524. making balloon animals? 525.  526.  527. That's a bad job 528. for a guy with a stinger. 529.  530.  531. Janet, your son's not sure 532. he wants to go into honey! 533.  534.  535. - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. 536. - I'm not trying to be funny. 537.  538.  539. You're not funny! You're going 540. into honey. Our son, the stirrer! 541.  542.  543. - You're gonna be a stirrer? 544. - No one's listening to me! 545.  546.  547. Wait till you see the sticks I have. 548.  549.  550. I could say anything right now. 551. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! 552.  553.  554. Let's open some honey and celebrate! 555.  556.  557. Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. 558. Shave my antennae. 559.  560.  561. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get 562. a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! 563.  564.  565. I'm so proud. 566.  567.  568. - We're starting work today! 569. - Today's the day. 570.  571.  572. Oome on! All the good jobs 573. will be gone. 574.  575.  576. Yeah, right. 577.  578.  579. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, 580. stirrer, front desk, hair removal... 581.  582.  583. - Is it still available? 584. - Hang on. Two left! 585.  586.  587. One of them's yours! Oongratulations! 588. Step to the side. 589.  590.  591. - What'd you get? 592. - Picking crud out. Stellar! 593.  594.  595. Wow! 596.  597.  598. Oouple of newbies? 599.  600.  601. Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! 602.  603.  604. Make your choice. 605.  606.  607. - You want to go first? 608. - No, you go. 609.  610.  611. Oh, my. What's available? 612.  613.  614. Restroom attendant's open, 615. not for the reason you think. 616.  617.  618. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? 619. - Sure, you're on. 620.  621.  622. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. 623.  624.  625. Wax monkey's always open. 626.  627.  628. The Krelman opened up again. 629.  630.  631. What happened? 632.  633.  634. A bee died. Makes an opening. See? 635. He's dead. Another dead one. 636.  637.  638. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. 639.  640.  641. Dead from the neck up. 642. Dead from the neck down. That's life! 643.  644.  645. Oh, this is so hard! 646.  647.  648. Heating, cooling, 649. stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, 650.  651.  652. humming, inspector number seven, 653. lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, 654.  655.  656. mite wrangler. Barry, what 657. do you think I should... Barry? 658.  659.  660. Barry! 661.  662.  663. All right, we've got the sunflower patch 664. in quadrant nine... 665.  666.  667. What happened to you? 668. Where are you? 669.  670.  671. - I'm going out. 672. - Out? Out where? 673.  674.  675. - Out there. 676. - Oh, no! 677.  678.  679. I have to, before I go 680. to work for the rest of my life. 681.  682.  683. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? 684.  685.  686. Another call coming in. 687.  688.  689. If anyone's feeling brave, 690. there's a Korean deli on 83rd 691.  692.  693. that gets their roses today. 694.  695.  696. Hey, guys. 697.  698.  699. - Look at that. 700. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? 701.  702.  703. Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. 704.  705.  706. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. 707.  708.  709. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? 710.  711.  712. Sign here, here. Just initial that. 713.  714.  715. - Thank you. 716. - OK. 717.  718.  719. You got a rain advisory today, 720.  721.  722. and as you all know, 723. bees cannot fly in rain. 724.  725.  726. So be careful. As always, 727. watch your brooms, 728.  729.  730. hockey sticks, dogs, 731. birds, bears and bats. 732.  733.  734. Also, I got a couple of reports 735. of root beer being poured on us. 736.  737.  738. Murphy's in a home because of it, 739. babbling like a cicada! 740.  741.  742. - That's awful. 743. - And a reminder for you rookies, 744.  745.  746.  

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You Can't Spell Elementarily Without "Ily"

Alfred has never liked English.

It wasn’t exciting, it was tedious, and it could be utterly ridiculous. (Some authors choose certain names because they like them, not because they are trying to insert some secret meaning!) But what he hated most of all was how unstraightforward it all was. There was no one “right” answer, and a lot of things depended on personal opinion. Alfred hated that. He was a math and science guy, and he liked things to be clear-cut and concise.

The only reason he was taking LitAnalysis301 was because he needed the credits to graduate. Alfred wished he got his credits out of the way last year, but instead he spent his freshman year of college exploring fields and majors. If only he’d hadn’t been so stupid.

And of course it didn’t help that he took the class at eight am. Damn it for being the only time left.

Alfred was doodling as the professor entered the room. At least the professor’s cute. Professor Arthur Kirkland was a man of a small stature, with sandy blond hair and really thick eyebrows, large enough to be the cause of a nickname. He had piercing emerald eyes that stared right through you, and he was British, making many swoon with his accent.

(If we were being honest, it made Alfred swoon a bit as well.)

Professor Kirkland cleared his throat. “I hope you all did the reading last night, because you will all be writing an essay on your findings. Due in 3 days. Futhermore, turn to page 367 in your textbooks….” Alfred complied, trying not to get too distracted. The class wasn’t too difficult, being as mostly freshmen took it, however, Professor Kirkland was so enchanting that Alfred often found himself captivated in his mannerisms and the musicality of his voice rather than what he was saying. It didn’t help that it seemed like Professor Kirkland gazed at him more than the other students either.

However, Alfred felt guilty. He was loathe to admit it, but he had a crush on his english professor. A guy wayyy older than him. He was gross.

Alfred couldn’t help it! Kirkland was way too cute for his own good: the way his eyebrows scrunched up when he was grading, his snarkiness, his passion, the way his eyes lit up when he was teaching something he was excited about, his sorry attempts at jokes, the way he tried to lighten the mood when he could tell everyone was having a bad morning, his gruffiness, his laughter, his rare smile that made Alfred’s heart melt.

Alfred knew he shouldn’t, but he found every excuse to spend time with the man one-on-one. He would take longer than necessary getting his materials packed up, he would stay after class to ask about things that he actually had no trouble with, and he would attend all the events Kirkland suggested, (and Kirkland would also attend) even if they weren’t required.

He just tried his damn best to impress him. Alfred would answer questions in class, lead discussions, try to show how much of a leader and a good person he was, do all his homework, and spend all-nighters writing perfect essays.

And for what? It seemed like it was for nothing. Kirkland never really noticed Alfred, barely even saying “well done” on his near perfect essays. Near perfect! By Kirkland standards! A feat practically impossible to achieve!

So against his better judgements, (and his best friend Kiku’s very cautious warnings and ill-advisement) Alfred bought roses (Kirkland’s favorite, he did his research) and marched up to Kirkland one day after class.

“Uh, Professor Kirkland?” Alfred blushed slightly, nervously shuffling his feet.

“Yes Jones?”

He knows my name! Holy fuck- calm down Jones, you can do this. Alfred took a deep breath and shoved the roses at the Brit’s face. “I really like you!” Smooth, Jones.

The professor blushed, accepting the roses and setting them down. “Jones-”

“Please, it’s Alfred.”

“Alfred then, listen I’m touched, but-”

Alfred interrupted him. “Yes I know I’m disgusting, I’m 20 and you’re probably almost double my age and I shouldn’t have a crush on you but I do because you’re amazing and funny and I hate English and Literature but I like you, and-”

“Alfred please, listen to me.” Alfred raised his head, ashamed. Kirkland put his hand on Alfred’s cheek. “I’m not disgusted by you, I mean sure it’s a little unconventional, but I’m in no place to talk, seeing as I, uh, rather fancy you too-” he was cut off by Alfred’s lips crashing into his, which he promptly responded to. After they broke away from each other, Alfred was grinning ear to ear, and Arthur had a light blush on him as well. However, his expression still became more serious

“Alfred, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think we can see each other. And let me finish!” Arthur said, seeing that Alfred’s mouth had started to open. “It’s not that I don’t like you, and the age difference isn’t a problem, I’m only 24. Yes, I know, surprising. But I’m your teacher. You’re my student. It wouldn’t be right.”

Alfred wanted to say many things. He wanted to say that who cared. He wanted to say that they could be careful. He wanted to say that if they just weren’t caught that they could work. But Alfred knew deep in his heart that Arthur was right. They couldn’t. He sighed. “You’re right.”

“I’m so sorry-”

“But what if I wasn’t your student! After this class. I wouldn’t be your student. We could date then, couldn’t we?

“I suppose we could…”

“We can! I’ll wait for you.”

Arthur smiled. Alfred grinned back.

“Now I know why you seemed to always stare at me.”

Arthur blushed. “I-I-I- hoped you wouldn’t notice! I was that obvious?” Alfred chuckled, nodding. “I couldn’t help it! You’re too captivating.” Arthur smacked his chest. “You see I wanted to give you full marks on your papers, but I have a reputation to uphold.”

Alfred shook his head. “Understandable.”

“I noticed, you know.”

Alfred raised an eyebrow. “Noticed what?”

“How you tried your best to spend time with me.“ It was Alfred’s turn to blush.

“It was cute.” Arthur gave him a peck on the cheek.

Eventually they exchanged numbers, both heading their separate ways. In class, nothing changed. But in reality, they texted and called and hung out as friends, but nothing more. Not until Alfred was done with that that class, where upon the first day he could, he kissed Arthur hard on the lips, who responded by putting his arms around Alfred.

“Shall we make up for all the time we missed?” Alfred smiled, gazing into Arthur’s eyes, still as beautiful as ever.

“Of course love. I’m tired of waiting.”

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