#think of this as an art/fic prompt if ya like

[artystaroc]

TADC thing where more than one person has abstracted but they look similar to each other (as the mighty creator intended). And at some point the POV character looses em only to run into one of them again later and is devastated by the realization that they can't tell which abstracted person they're looking at

Like a high-stakes game of follow-the-ball-under-the-shuffling-cups

Thank you, good night-

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #arty rambles #angst angst babyyyy #think of this as an art/fic prompt if ya like #idk i just had the thought #im basically spit-balling this out there #thank you for coming to my 1 am rant

[inklore]

little black dress

premise: “you know how good you look in this dress? can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come." or the one where javi fingers you against a desk at a work conference.

pairing: javier peña x (f)reader

word count: 967

warnings: eighteen+ content, established coworkers with benefits, fingering, dirty talk, sexy threats, also despite the title there is no reference to readers body or body image within the fic.

note: hi ya girl is writing again and this is the first thing i've written in what feels like forever, therefore i literally found a new writing exercise with prompts and all the dirty inspo i could ever need. thus how this filthy work of art came to be.

“How long do we have?” The edge of the wooden desk is digging into your palms as you try to keep yourself from falling back into the speckled wall. The yellow tint from the smoke of prior guests caked on the walls was not your idea of a good ascent to your perfume, nor will it be for the tight black dress you wore today to look extra professional. 

The dress being the root cause of you being propped up on the hotel desk, the tight fabric driving the man whose fingers are knuckle deep inside of you crazy. 

“Not enough time for you to be focusin’ on anything but coming for me.” Javi’s tone is stern and authoritative in that way that tells you his impatience is wearing thin and he’s not happy about it. 

Not happy about having to rush this. The sprint back to the complimentary room they gave you and your team for the days you’d be using the hotel’s conference room to house all the people you’d need to finish up the current investigation—weighing you down—was the most impatient you think you’ve seen Peña. 

The way his mouth molded to yours in a rough kiss, nicking your bottom lip with his front teeth as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. The sting your shoulders felt when his body weight molded you to the door only arousing more as he pulled you to the nearest surface to perch you on and slip his knee between your thighs to rub the fabric of his jeans against your panties. 

He didn’t waste time teasing you for long. Didn’t let your hips start that slow grind against his thigh that he loves to watch so much. His fingers pushing the hem of your dress up your thighs, making the muscles ache with the tightness of the fabric. An ache that was soon forgotten the minute his fingers ran through your wetness.

Spreading you with his pointer to find your clit. The few tight circles the pad of his finger gives to the aching nerve make you gasp and bring your thighs to rest at his outer hips. 

And now with how deep and fast his fingers are fucking up into you, you want to personally slap whoever’s idea it was to make lunch only an hour. 

Surely Javi could take your body apart and put it back together within that span of time, but with the two of you, no amount of time ever seemed enough. Satisfying. 

It only took a week for you to hear of Peña’s notorious ways of doing things—in and out of his bedroom. And two more weeks for the tension to start between the two of you; when you said jump, Peña stayed stationary; when he said run, you walked, when he had a lead, you followed your own, and vice versa. A never ending loop of the two of you getting on each other's nerves and doing whatever you could to stay away from each other instead of working together like you were meant to be. 

And maybe it’s the stubbornness the both of you have. The love for a job that's hard and slowly eats away at you if you let it, and sometimes you find whatever salve you can to slow the festering—or maybe it was the whiskey the two of you shared one night that had you bent over a desk and driving home with Javi’s come staining your underwear that got you to this situation. 

Either way, there was little to complain about when his fingers were so masterful and you were close to coming. 

“You know how good you look in this dress?” Javi grunts against your mouth. Tongue running along your bottom lip before it slips past and against yours. “Can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come so no one else will get to see you in it. Fuck you in it. Only me.” 

His grunts mingle with your moans, the slow movement of his hips as he rubs his jean-clad cock against your inner thigh, mixed with your own hips moving, makes the desk bang against the wall. 

You pray no one from either team is bunked up next door to you. 

You’d never hear the end of it. 

“Who knew all it took was a little black dress to make Javier Peña succumb to madness?” You tease. Bring one of your sore palms to the back of his head to spread your fingers in his hair. 

To keep his mouth and filthy words drawn out and licked into your mouth. 

“As soon as this shit is done with, I’m going to rip this dress from your body and fuck you until you beg me to stop.” 

You know he means it. 

Know his threats have as much backing as a crazed animal, and you love it. Love how crazy the two of you make each other. How a work day of teasing will leave your ass raw—and sometimes fucked—and him leaking from you for hours. 

His fingers curl inside of you, touching that spot against your walls that has your thighs tightening around his waist and your throat hoarse and scratchy from the cry he’s not quick enough to cover up with his mouth. The pleasurable buzz contorts your body, springing tighter and tighter the longer his fingers fuck you. 

“Javi–don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck.”

“That’s it. When you’re sitting at the table surrounded by everyone and you can’t move without feeling your own wetness, your own come sticking to you, ruining this pretty little thong—I want you to think about how much of a little tease you were wearing this dress and how I’m going to fucking destroy you in it later.”

#javier peña x reader #javier peña #javier pena x you #javier pena x y/n #pedro pascal x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fic #pedro pascal blurb #javier pena imagine

[chain-link-smut]

Hey there demons, it's me 🖤; ya boi back at it again at the Krispy Kreme

I saw your post about doing another smutember so I've spent the last few days brainstorming some prompts for ya ;)

So, personally, I'm a fem!dom type gal and I really don't see enough representation 'round the lu fandom. So, note that the first few prompts are fem!dom related. (If you don't feel comfortable writing them all, just pick and choose at your leisure. Or ignore this idk)

Sub!Time with begging and edging, maybe a bit of bondage. Tie the big man up and make him whimper. (I fully hc that bc he's always in charge, to have his partner take charge in bed would make him explode)

Have you seen that post by @fairly-linked-buffet where its the yan!chain just using reader as a doll all at once? That but role reversal. Reader who has all the boys tied up (w/ consent) along a wall and just goes down the line giving pleasure/pain/edging, while the others are forced to watch n wait their turn.

Brat!Legend need I say more? His sassy mouth can get him in some trouble sometimes...think reader would need to come along and teach him a lesson 😏

Done with the fem!dom so here are some others:

Praise Kink!Warriors. This man has had to deal with Cia and all other kinds of crazy bitches over the years, let's send him a reader who will just love on him/praise him and genuinely mean it. Soft times, y'know?

Reader stuck in a hole in the wall w/ the man of your choice. Like the classic step sis got stuck in the dryer shit but reader is stuck in a wall inside a dungeon.

Fairy!Reader and Fairy!Hyrule inside a flower. Like that old art you did awhile ago.

Four/colours x Reader - let me set the scene: they're in the forge, reader bent over one of his working tables, blue fucking readers throat, green going from behind, red whispering sweet nothings in their ears and caressing/kissing readers body, vio (and maybe shadow) using some still warm coals from the forge and pressing it against readers skin. Kinda like the dripping wax thing, not enough to burn but enough to sting.

Skinny dipping with wild down by the river or him sneaking some pics of reader on that slate of his to use when he's feeling particularly needy.

Sky going godslayer mode to defend reader from monsters and reader repaying him later with some full service.

Sneaking outta camp with Twilight for 'patrol' to have a quickie. Him pushing reader up against a tree and just going bloody feral (the idea of his chest to my back has me drooling)

Might think of some other stuff later, but that's all I got for now.

Take care of yourself beastie 😘

~🖤

Hello-oh sweet Hylia!! BEASTY!!!

Stole the breath right out of my lungs with this! I wasn’t even sure if I was going to do Smut-tember for myself, but after this… how could I not?!

Okay okay… the Fem!doming!! One of the best things in the world is to have a tough, masculine man under your thumb to play with and control.

- Time! Oh my dear beloved… I think my first fic writing post was Malon and Time with all that, but would love to add some of our other lovely men to it. Especially First, Twilight and Fierce! Having them beg is just… satisfying all on its own. 100% agree with the HC!

- OMG!! I haven’t but I will be!! These poor men are going to go insane with Reader just slowly making them watch and wait like good boys. Reader just stops right in the middle of giving pleasure, moves away for several minutes to make the lust grow. The Voyeur in the group (whoever that is) is going to come unglued because Reader knows he likes to watch and makes sure he is last.

- Say no more! Reader would have no issue figuring out how to keep that mouth shut and turn Legend into the proper bedroom gentleman.

- All the hell those obsessed women put Warriors through, he needs to be cared for and doted on with praises and soft touches. Make sure he doesn’t lift a single finger because it will be all about him and Reader won’t be like all the others that leave him in the morning as if he was a piece of meat or a trophy to screw. He deserves the world!

- Reader stuck in the wall?! Oh this will be yummy! Reader tried to get into the next room (the wrong way) by crawling through the too small of a hole in the wall and is now stuck. Good thing one of the Links are there to protect their backside… Reader just turned into the best side quest ever. 

- Fairy!Reader and Fairy!Hyrule! Lol! Hyrule just disappears for a whole night and comes back in his normal size, all drunk and covered in pollen. Time and Wars would be the only two who really know what just happened to him.

- FOUR/COLORS!!!! Reader is going to want to work with him/them more from now on. This could also be a really good HC where Four may keep away from sexual activity not because he doesn’t like the acts or physical contact, but because it just turns into a war inside his head since each of the colors like something different and may dislike or not be okay with what another color wants to do. Split though… The Colors are small sex machines!!

- Wild getting secret pics while skinny dipping, ooo better not get caught! Them going to a hot spring in the middle of the night and just stripping and hopping in would quickly turn from lazy relaxation to a game of chase because Wild got caught taking pics, ending with a different type of play. They need a way to release all their worries, what better than the thrill of someone seeing them, steamy hot water and the pleasures that come with Wild between Reader’s legs? Wild still gets to keep the pics and deffo uses them!

- Okay, that's hot… Reader (Fem or male for this one!) is nearly taken out, but Sky gets there just in time as Reader screams/hollers and he goes on a full rampage (white eyes and lightning!). Wide eyed and slightly panicked, Reader won’t hesitate to thank Sky, completely ignoring the fact that they both have blood on them. The fear of what could have happened would make this a very passionate scene as Reader is wanting to give thanks, but Sky wants to feel that Reader is alive (his god-like powers still flowing while doing so).

- Ooh my weakness… feral Twilight being rough and bossy without words… He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off Reader and finally gives up and bends them over. When Reader can’t keep quiet enough as he savagely takes them, he puts a hand over their mouth (back to chest!) and tells them to be good. When that still doesn’t work, he will need to give them a reason to be quiet.

I seriously can’t decide what is my favorite!! You have done it again and I thank you.

I will be writing these, but for everyone else, I’ll boil down the prompts to fit all fandoms.

Don’t forget to spread the word for Smut-tember 2024 to all other smutty writers/artists and let me know if you are joining in!

Keeping it Naughty!

#18+ only #purely smut #anon ask #shade answers #beasties ask #Smut-tember suggestions #so yummy

[underscorehealy]

birthday wish: matty's 35th birthday fic 1

wc: below 1k i think

cw: just pure fluff, typos

an: hiya everyone!! this is the first fic in a 3 day span because of matty's birthday bash!! these were so much fun to write, and thank you to halla and vee for organizing this and making the prompts!! i hope you guys enjoy these little fics <3

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you've awaited this day you're entire relationship simply just because you two started dating 9 months ago, but you both couldn't be more in love.

april 8th, 1989 was the day the love of your life was born. so in preparation, you ordered a cake (though you had to ask george what his favorite flavor was), shopped for some gifts, and you wanted to make a nice dinner for the two of you.

matty's been in the studio all day working on their next album so you had a good amount of time to work on everything to make his birthday memorable. you don't consider yourself a chef in the slightest so for dinner, you decided on something classic yet still delicious: spaghetti and meatballs. you set up the table with a candlelight room, carefully put together a vase of flowers in the center, and hung the banner that said 'happy birthday' in gold lettering above the window in your dining area.

you're still cooking dinner when you hear the front door open. you stop what you're doing and embrace matty in a hug and kiss "hi, baby!! how was the studio? how're the boys?" "eh, same old, same old. made some concepts for album art and stuff. nothing compl- oh my god." he stops in his tracks into the dining room and you can't help but smile like a fool. "you like it?" you ask with rosy checks and a cheeky grin. "oh love, this is amazing. thank you so much." he says in the most loving and soft accent. his cheeks become just as red as yours and he pulls you in for a long kiss.

as soon as dinners ready, you set both of your plates and place them at the table where matty is already sitting with a bottle of coke cola next to him. "alright. i tried my best so i hope it's good enough for the birthday boy." matty giggles at the response and you can't help but look into his dark brown eyes and notice them glowing and you can't even believe how you got so lucky with him.

after dinner, you pull out the cake from the white cardboard box and put the numeral 35 candles in the middle along with a few rainbow ones. you light the candles and place the cake in front of him and sing happy birthday. the candle glow brings out his coffee brown curls in the most beautiful way possible and makes everything from his eyes to his neck look bright and welcoming. the glow in his eyes look like the eyes of a puppy dog; the cutest you've ever seen. he blows out the candles so you ask the age old question: "what did ya wish for, healy?". "you know i can't tell you or it won't come true." he says slyly. you both sit there silently smiling at each other waiting for him. "fine then. i wished that i would get to be with you for the rest of our lives and i'll get to love you forever and ever." you're almost brought to tears with that response as you can feel your throat tightening. "i love you, matty, so much. happy birthday love."

#matty35 #matty the 1975 #matty #the 1975 #drive like i do #bfiafl #at their very best #iliwysfyasbysuoi #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction

[kc5rings]

If you're doing the sticker prompts I rolled 1 for Nian

I more intended it as a game for folks who want a prompt for themselves for art or fic, but luck is on your side because I happened to be thinking about Nian already this morning after seeing some metal gear that made me insane

(Not taking any other prompts at the moment but the game is here if anyone wants to use it for themselves)

Under the cut: Chastity, heat reference, improper use of medical equipment, improper definitions of medical equipment, Nian Gets Trolled.png

“I should have figured when Hibiscus messaged me to come drag you out of medical that it would be something ridiculous like this.”

Nian crossed her arms, grinning and unrepentant, as ever immune to Lava’s scathing reprimands.

“All I’m saying, is you’d think an open minded medical facility like Rhodes Island would be a little more receptive to a holistic, non medication approach to a very common medical concern for many of its op-“

Lava cut into Nian’s speech before she wound herself up into full pitch mode, leaning heavily on her cane with one hand while gesturing vaguely at what Nian was wearing.

“Is that what we’re calling….. all this then?”

Far from being deterred Nian’s grin only widened as she did a little turn to make sure Lava got a good look, which she happily did, taking a moment to appreciate forge hewn muscle before sighing and taking in Nian’s “outfit”

Her regular clothing had been discarded the moment Lava had shut the door to her quarters, Nian having been in a hurry to show off her latest project. Across her chest was a tight band of steel, with a cup covering the entirety of each breast. Continuing down from there revealed a steel waist corset cinched reasonably tight, though Lava couldn’t begin to imagine how that was accomplished with metal.

Finally, there was the belt.

Just a bit below the edge of the corset sat the waist band of what could only be described as what it was, a chastity belt. Perfectly shaped to fit the lines of Nian’s body, with a ring in the waistband to settle at the thick base of Nian’s tail, a sturdy, contoured, front shield and capped off by a pair of wide metal bands on her thighs. As with the rest of the ensemble it was all secured with ornate locks and polished to a near mirror shine.

Lava pinched the bridge of her nose

“Nian, this is obviously fetishwe-“

“Medical aids, Lil Lava, please”

“Not calling it that.”

Despite her curt tone Lava knew this was a losing battle, once Nian had a concept she wanted to talk about she refused to let it go until someone heard her out and that someone was usually Lava

“Fine. I’ll bite.”

“Promise?”

“Just make your pitch Nian. How is any of this possibly medical?”

Lava could swear she saw a literal flame in Nian’s eye for a moment before Nian gave her an overly dramatic bow, setting the many locks adorning her accessories jingling

“It’d be my pleasure. Ya see I’ve done my research and found that a sizable number of Terran species experience heat, now heat is the common term for-“

“I know what heat is Nian, you know I do.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll skip ahead.”

Nian made a placating gesture and rolled on with her pitch, pointing to each relevant piece of gear as she went

“The cups on the top prevent contact with sensitive nipples even during rigorous activity or while laden with equipment, the front shield prevents contact that might worsen symptoms and splits at the back for comfort, the bands on the thighs and tail help keep everything in place and secure. Obviously it’s all padded, every measure had been taken to ensure both comfort and hygiene during long term wear while-“

“And the corset? What “medical” benefit is that providing”

Nian flashed her teeth again, despite her protests Lava was an excellent “yes and” partner when she felt like it, and now Nian had gotten her to play.

“Well you see.” Nian drew herself up to her full height, head and shoulders over Lava to the point she almost loomed.

“They are great for your posture.”

Lava rolled her eyes, sure that Nian was familiar enough with the movement that she’d recognize it even with Lava wearing her visor

“Right. Well putting aside the frankly astounding number of ethical problems with all of that, it still wouldn’t work here at Rhodes.”

Nian tilted her head, curious.

“Oh? And why’s that?”

It was Lava’s turn to grin, she knew she was playing Nian’s game now, no helping that. But they’d been at this for years and Lava had gotten very good at playing.

“Haven’t you ever seen the combat logs of some of our operators once they get riled up in a fight? That pretty belt of yours wouldn’t last a second against someone like operator Horn in heat, no chance in hell”

“Lil Lava you wound me! In my pride as an artisan no less.” Using her tail Nian fished something out of her pile of discarded clothes and with a flick, sent something through the air at Lava. “Catch.”

Lava snatched the object with one hand before taking a moment to look it over. “Key” would be an accurate description but a very reductive one, the body of the key was cylindrical, with the teeth numbering in the dozens all around its circumference. Stranger though, was the fact that as Lava stared at the key it’s teeth became less defined and fuzzy, seeming to almost move.

“Give me fifty years and I *might* be able to produce that same exact key from memory, anybody who’s not me though? No chance.” Only Nian could make admitting she couldn’t do something in less than fifty years sound like a boast. “And that’s not all.”

Nian lifted one clawed finger up for Lava to see, the tip glowing forge hot after a moments concentration, and reached down to drag it up the front shield of the belt. Lava winced at the terrible screech and sparks the contact made, but when Nian finished her little display the belt hadn’t even lost its shine. “I built this piece as sturdy as I can make something, trust me when I say that without that exact key it’s not going anywhere.”

“….. Ok I’ll admit it, that’s pretty impressive.” Lava had seen Nian shape ingots by hand and shear chunks off of them with those same claws, that belt really was something else.

Lava pocketed the key.

From the same pocket she’d stored the key in Lava produced a small injection gun, with casual ease she reached out and pressed it against the exposed skin of Nian’s hip, right in the gap between the bottom of the corset and the top of the belt and pulled the trigger.

Nian, for her part, made no move to stop Lava and barely reacted to the injection. Lava had the basic medical training afforded to all higher level Rhodes Island operators and had long since become adept in administering her own meds so Nian hardly felt a thing.

Aside from a sudden burning curiosity.

“What was-“

“Highly concentrated heat inducer.” Lava let the now empty injector clatter onto a nearby table. “Gavial slipped it to me when I was coming to get you, mentioned something about how she owed you a prize after handing her a string of losses and that because you never had a proper physical she had to take a “Gavial Guess” at the dosage.”

Lava took advantage of a rare moment of stunned Nian silence to close the gap between them. “You’re so sure this stuff is a good answer to heat? Fine, but you’re doing the testing. Be sure to record your findings while I’m gone.”

Lava allowed herself a smile only after turning away from Nian’s dumbfounded expression, trying to process what had just happened. Only the last word of “gone” snapped her out of it. “Wait, what do mean by “gone” Lil Lava?”

Lava tossed a hand up in farewell as she headed out the door. “Oh didn’t I mention? I’m leading an away mission of new recruits later today, shouldn’t be gone more than three weeks, probably.”

With that, Lava turned down the hallway, the staccato rhythm of her cane on metal flooring slowly growing distant. Leaving Nian reeling.

“Ok Lil Lava I get it, you got me fare and square this time, you can come back now!” The only answer Nian received was a sudden involuntary muscle clench, a spike in temperature and sweat slowly beading on her brow.

“L-Lava?!”

#arknights #nsft #once again I can’t keep things short to save my life #my writing #Nian and Lava’s dynamic is so fun to me #I’m firmly in the Domme leaning switch Lava camp #Nian is an immortal brat #all this because I saw some gear and thought of Nian this morning #also Lava has her cane because I feel like it gets forgotten a lot #and there needs to be more disabled dommes in things

[redfurrycat]

🐓🤠Hangster Fic Recs🤠 🐓

🐓🤠Hangster Goodies to Read! 🐓🤠

[Recs List 3]

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

List of Hangster Ao3 Authors in Recs List 3:

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[Recs List 1] - [Recs List 2] - [Recs List 3] - [Recs List 4] - [Recs List 5]

let me put on a show by dalearden {E}

Stripper Bradley falls hard for Navy pilot Jake. The trouble is, he doesn't realize it until after a series of hook-ups following which Jake has already disappeared from his life, seemingly never to return.

my picture in your pocket by ginnydear {G}

Staring back at him from Rooster's phone is Hangman, eyes bugged out of his head and tongue sticking out. It’s obviously a selfie and Bob thinks it’s gotta be one Hangman took himself, based on the angle. It looks like Hangman isn’t wearing a shirt either, which only adds to Bob’s confusion.

five times someone picked up roosters phone and saw a selfie of hangman.

no one quite like you (you push all my buttons down) by glowpink {T}

Bradley’s first day of law school is a wash out in more ways than one. First, he gets soaked on the way to class. Then, he's late. And finally (quite literally) runs into his ex-something in the middle of the law building.

--- Law school AU prompt fill for the Top Gun Maverick fic exchange.

Spice by lovelybattle {E}

Jake strolled into the tattoo parlor, looking around at the art scattered about the walls. It was all really well done, as expected, from one of the highest rated shops in California. There was a buzz in the background, but he couldn’t see anyone getting tattooed. He quickly realized there were multiple rooms with curtains hanging down instead of doors. The sound coming from behind the curtains that were completely closed.

“What can I do for ya?” The woman behind the counter asked, splaying her hands on the counter and leaning on them.

“Well, considering we’re in a tattoo shop,” Jake said, smirking, “I was hoping I could get a tattoo.”

I was made for lovin' you by vannral {M}

“This is so stupid. They’re so stupid. I feel like I’m losing brain cells just by being forced to witness this dumbassery.”

“20 bucks says one of them can’t last the night.”

In which everybody’s done with Hangman/Rooster’s pining and decide to do something about it. Includes yearning, banter, sitting on Hangman’s lap and the tension breaking loose.

I’m just gonna call you mine by ginnydear {T}

“Oh, you better watch it there, sugar, because I feel an unnecessary roughness penalty in my future,” Rooster replies, watching as Hangman’s dimples appear. He salutes Rooster.

“You’re on, sweetcheeks.”

it starts with a sarcastic sweetcheeks. (or, five moments from within canon and one from shortly thereafter)

slap or kiss by miraculousmultifan {T}

“Rooster!” Phoenix called, “How kind of you to join us.”

Rolling his eyes, Rooster elbowed her lightly. “It’s not my fault you guys jump at every opportunity to get together and get smashed. I’m just taking my time.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” a familiar voice spoke, “I think I want to see a wasted little Roo.”

***

The Top Gun pilots are holding a party outside of The Hard Deck for once, and Phoenix makes sure Rooster is there. She’s making the team play Slap or Kiss, and her role as Rooster’s best friend/wingwoman depends on him and another blonde asshole being there.

She just needed to set the stage. They could provide their little song and dance without any input from her.

gotta let you know somehow by lilgreyarea

let's not make it complicated {T}

They’re always in each other’s faces, but right now, Hangman’s back is against the wall and Rooster is leaning over him, hand on the wall beside Hangman’s face, using those few extra inches of height he has over Hangman. From this angle, he’s practically towering over Hangman; Phoenix can’t even see the younger pilot’s face, just the tilt of his head and his hand balled into a fist at his side.

“Jesus. They look about five seconds from fucking right there,” she says.

more than just a friend {T}

Everyone knows that Bradley and Jake are dating.

Except a very oblivious Maverick.

On This Day, This Accursed Day by Sceld {T}

“Bradshaw,” Jake says with a grin. Rooster groans. “As I live and breathe.”

“Hangman,” Rooster replies loftily, “You look…”

He pauses for a second too long as his eyes stall on Jake’s shirt.

“My eyes are up here, Rooster,” Jake teases, grateful the way his heart is pounding doesn’t transfer to his voice.

Or; Obligatory Hangster Valentine's Day fic.

The Way to a Man's Heart by dalearden {T}

Jake Seresin is a pilot, currently on medical leave from Naval duty as he recovers from injuries sustatined in an ejection during a training exercise. He's grumpy and bored when he takes a chance on a random coffee shop on a rainy afternoon and meets one Bradley Bradshaw, manager and possibly world's best barista. Bradley wastes no time taking such a pretty broken bird under his wing, winning Jake over through pastries and charm and also by being insanely hot. Then therer's an attempted robbery on the premises, and everything accelerates.

coming up for air by vannral {T}

"The horizon blurs into blue and bone white. It’s so light it burns Jake’s eyes. The entire cockpit is eerily silent, except for the thundering in his ears.

’fly, fucking fly like your life depends on it – fly FASTER, THEY’RE GONNA DIE – !’"

In which Jake shares a room with Rooster on the carrier, he has a nightmare about not reaching Mav and Rooster in time, and Rooster comforts him. And ends up sharing the bed.

Take Off by ReformedTsundere {G}

Jake is what the man's name tag reads when Bradley is able to force his eyes down. And if he gets a little lost, mapping what contours of the man's chest he can see beneath his uniform, that's between Bradley and no one else. Except... maybe Jake too, because when Bradley forces his eyes back up, the blonde is smirking, all amused. It's the kind of look someone has when they know they're attractive and are aware the person staring is thinking that same.

Kiss me, baby by glassjester {G}

When Rooster plays the piano, his friends are right there beside him, singing along. In fact, Hangman is usually standing close enough that Rooster can feel his presence. Basically, Hangman and Rooster flirt with each other when Rooster plays the piano, but they don't realize that's what's happening.

you drew stars around my scars by ginnydear {M}

“I can’t… I can’t do this if it’s going to be like the last time.”   or - jake tracing bradley's scars.

When the Canary Stops Singing, Throw Them a Line by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

Hangman, for all of his boasting and pride, had two secrets: one of which he was far more willing to share.

One of these was that he was horribly in love with Bradley Bradshaw.

And when Rooster starts to suffer at the Hard Deck on a night out, well - it might be time for Jake to break out that second secret, after all. That Hangman…loved to sing.

seresin ranch by lightwoodsisabelle

I've been afraid of changin' (cause i've built my life around you) {_}

If you want, family ranch has an extra bedroom and mama seresin is always looking for more mouths to feed. 

how long can i stay? 

Between the rush of packing, saying goodbye to Mav and his girls, and pointedly ignoring the messages in his group chat with Tasha and Bob, there wasn’t much time to reflect on the fact that he was actually going to to stay with Hangman and his family for two weeks in the Middle of Nowhere, Texas

(or: a post-mission trip to the seresin ranch with two emotionally stunted pilots)

cowboy take me away (closer to you) {G}

Bradley’s eyes flickered up towards the Stetson briefly. Jake’s lazy smile returned, mischief bright in his eyes. “Is it my hat that’s turning you on, Bradshaw?”

(the one where bradley realizes how attracted he is to jake working on a ranch)

"I bet on after Texas, it makes him soft." by dandeliondick {T}

The other man raised a brow before reaching up for the bottle Jake pulling it backwards making Jake fall into his chest with a huff. Bradley laughed as Jake honest to God pouted full bottom lip out, “Bradley Bradshaw stop being a dick.”

Bradley kept ahold of the beers as he sat down making a dramatic show of getting comfortable before turning his smirk up at Jake, “Well, take a seat and you can have your beer.”

He expected Jake to grab his beer and walk off and he nearly jumped when Jake instead swung around and settled onto Bradley’s thighs. Jake leaned back against his chest and laid his head on Bradley’s left shoulder as he snagged his beer from his loose grip.

what doesn't kill me makes me want you more by ok_thanks {M}

For Rooster to be his ex-boyfriend, that would require him to have been Jake’s boyfriend in the first place. Which he definitely wasn’t. He was – "Ex-something," Jake coughs. or, the intricate ritual of teasing the guy you've been hooking up with since college that you're definitely not in love with

Feels Like Home by MayWilder

a window breaks down a long dark street {M}

“I’m gonna go inside,” Jake murmurs against his lips, despite how they’re flush against one another and he isn’t pulling away. “I am.” He bites at Bradley’s lower lip, prompting the other man to tighten his grip on his hips. “Remind me again why?” “Cause we’re taking it slow and proper,” Jake reminds him. He lets his hands fall down the slope of Bradley’s shoulders and squeezes his biceps. “Dates. Holding hands. Maybe even a date where we hold hands.” Bradley chuckles and ducks his face down into Jake’s neck. “Right. Romance.” *** alternatively titled: Four Times Jake Romances Bradley + 1 Time Bradley Romances Him Back

something to be sheltered {T}

“My wife has asked that you join us for dinner tomorrow night,” Beau says carefully. “Your wife, sir?” Jake’s brow furrows. “Why would she like to meet me?” “She thinks its important that my mentee sees a healthy work-life balance.” “I’m your mentee?” Jake teases, smirking lightly. “And you talk about me enough that your wife wants to meet me?” “You can continue to be a pain in my ass,” Beau sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “Or, you can take the offer of a free dinner with a beautiful and intellectually stimulating woman.” “Oh, I definitely want to see this side of Cyclone,” Jake grins. “Domesticated.” “You’re bordering on impertinence.” “Me? Never.” “Let’s go back to when you respected me and my position.” Jake appears to settle down, but only slightly. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. “I’d be honored to attend dinner with your family, Admiral. Just tell me a date and time.” *** or, Beau Simpson didn't mean to adopt a fully grown naval aviator, but, you know; shit happens.

all the love i didn't get to tell her {T}

Her birthday was always the worst. The anniversary of her death was manageable. It had been a day that Bradley was anticipating with dread, but it had been expected. Watching her finally close her eyes and take her last breath had come with an ugly mix of emotions. Pain, at never hearing her voice again. Relief, that she was no longer in pain. Selfish relief, that he was released from the burden of watching her deteriorate. Guilt, at the relief. And all together, it was Bradley’s grief. That terrible grief that had him clutching her lifeless hand, hours after it began to stiffen and Hospice hadn’t arrived, and - oh god, his mother was dead. Carole Bradshaw would never again make whole the lives of those around her. All of the horrible people in the world, and the beautiful shining light that was Carole Bradshaw, was out.

Brought To Light by perishablealex {G}

Bradley is officially introduced to Jake's son, Sam, in a night of trick or treating.

You got me stuck on the thought of you by Popstar {E}

“Where’s your hat?” Javy asks as he comes to stand next to him.

Jake’s eyes flick from Bradley to Javy, then he jerks his head towards Bradley but keeps his gaze on Javy. “Rooster just took it.”

Javy’s eyebrows shoot up at that. “He came by and took your cowboy hat?”

“Uh-hu.”

“Does he know about the rule?”

“I doubt he does.”

Or the one where Bradley takes Jake’s cowboy hat.

'cause you never gave a warning sign by LaceyAmethyst {M}

“Hangman, it’s on fire,” he screamed. “Don’t—”

But it was too late.

“Throttling up.”

“NO!” Bradley screamed, seeing Jake’s right engine blow. His plane started falling, and Bradley couldn’t keep the words in anymore.

“JAKE! NO! JAKE!"

-- Bradley and Jake broke up in Lemoore, and a year later they’re assigned to the Dagger Squad mission. Bradley thinks he’s got his heart under control, thinks he can handle Jake looking at him like he’s a stranger, like they didn’t mean the world to each-other once. But then a bird strike hits Jake’s plane, and Bradley proceeds to Lose His Fucking Shit.

I come from where the rivers meet the sea by luciferinasundaysuit {T}

Phoenix pinches the bridge of her nose. “One night. One night without whatever all this is. My kingdom for one night.”

“There’s no all this!” Rooster protests. Like a liar.

Hangman takes his arm back, slides off his chair and goes back to the dart board. Rooster tries not to feel cold.

“Of course not, Rooster,” Hangman says, just short of condescendingly. “I could never bring a yankee home, and I respect you too much to hit it and quit it.”

Or 5 times Rooster didn’t tell Hangman where he was from + 1 time he did

you think you’re possessing me (I’ve got my teeth in you) by sondersoflight {T}

Rooster is laid down in the sand by Phoenix and he keeps moving his feet and getting sand everywhere making her laugh and try to pour some sand on his stomach and over his ridiculous jean shorts.

And then she catches him staring. That’s his first mistake.

“I’m a little bored.” She says out of nowhere. “Bagman it’s been a bit since we’ve had some healthy competition.”

life in technicolor ii by bahjrc {M}

On the radio, I heard. // Baby, it's a violent world. // Oh, love, don't let me go.

Someone said that almost dying changes nothing but Bradley would have to disagree. It changed everything, at least for him. Because when he wakes up the following day to that impossible mission, he's given another rare miracle: Jake Seresin standing right outside his door, with eyes that painted the world in all shades. Hangman slips once more through his fingers but this time Rooster decides not to let go. Even if he has to cross half a country in an impulse decision to chase the rainbow tail of that man's wings.

or Rooster and Hangman once had something, then they had nothing, now they could have everything. If Rooster takes his shot. Though that may involve chasing a certain cowboy down to Texas.

Mighty Wings (Across the Sky) by Resacon1990

no stressing, just obsessing (with sealing the deal) {T}

“Too much love drives a man insane!”

“Tell me about it,” Jake mutters under his breath, and Penny raises an eyebrow where she’s wiping the bar in front of him.

Or, five times Jake tries to tell Bradley he's in love with him, and the one time he actually does.

hangster slice o' life by whoreothins

close shave {T}

He imagines grasping Bradley’s chin, tilting his head just so as the razor rasps down his neck, and - yep, he could kiss Mav right now. Jake looks up, waggling his eyebrows and holding up the razor. “You mentioned a shave, sweetheart?” he drawls.

Bradley is a bit unkempt for Mav’s wedding. Jake helps.

chicken soup {G}

“Well, let’s see,” Bradley says dryly, ticking the items off with his fingers as he goes, “you developed viral pneumonia from God knows where - probably one of our students - and had a fever of 104 degrees, which is the critical threshold for medical attention, you vomited all over our living room, and you were delirious, so I rushed you to the ER.”

turns out Rooster is a mother hen, after all.

call to motion {G}

“Why not?” Phoenix cried. “You’ve been circling each other for the better part of four years, and you’ve basically been eye fucking each other every night for the last two weeks, and he fucking defied our vice admiral’s direct orders to save your life a couple days ago. I think it’s safe to say he cares about you in a way that could maybe, maybe, be more than just being your friend.”

in which asking Jake out on a date is a little more difficult than Bradley expects.

like a full on rainstorm {T}

When Jake gets rained on, Bradley's there for him.

it's a bitter taste, it's a warning sign by writteninwaves {M}

I get so tired I can't sleep A thousand footstеps follow me Do you believе things that you can't see? Is this feeling real or just a dream?

Billy Avalone and Jake Seresin are ... something. Bradley Bradshaw is an idiot in love. It hurts a lot before it gets better.

Hangman Origin by Snaked_Lows {E}

When they first meet, they aren’t Rooster and Hangman. Not yet. They are just Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin.

When the right one comes along. by haaaveyoumetted {M}

Jake entirely blamed Javy and Nat for the situation he found himself in. When they all met up for drinks a few nights ago, Rooster suggested they all spend a few days of their extended leave together – take a short trip somewhere and get away from everything. As soon as Jake saw the look on Nat’s face at the suggestion, Jake knew that it was all but a done deal. He was about to find himself outside of his comfort zone in more ways than one by reluctantly agreeing to let them drag him along and freeze his ass off in the snow.

It was in the cozy, tucked away cabin, with work far from their minds, Bradley found himself admiring the rhythm Jake fell into as he moved seamlessly between a boiling pots, a sizzling pan, popping in new ingredients from various bowls he had scattered around. On some unconscious level, Bradley new he was good with his hands. He had to be, to do what they all do. But watching him put them to use in the kitchen was really distracting. Bradley hoped no one had noticed that he hadn’t contributed to whatever conversation they were all having; or at least that they wouldn’t call him out on it.

Just One Look (And I Can Hear a Bell Ring) by HunterByDayWhovianByNight {T}

"You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you." —Richard Siken

If you told Bradley six months ago what would eventually transpire between him and Jake—and how—he'd have laughed in your face.

ride or die by parcels {T}

He’s newly thirty-five when he meets Bradley Bradshaw, the arrogantly charming graduate with a stupid name and a pornstache that makes him look like he’s stepped straight out of the 80s. From first glance, Bradshaw makes his vision tunnel, and Hangman can’t tell if it’s from jealousy, or admiration (he doubts it), or.. something else.

orrrrr falling in love with a Naval Lieutenant is easier than it sounds and even less practical than one might initially think.

I’m coming back to his side to put it right by emozionedapoco {T}

He can shoot enemy airplanes out of the sky but he can’t for the life of him find some fucking t-shirts. Yeah, that’s doing wonders for his ego.

His eyes catch something on a rack near a wall. They’re not t-shirts but shirts and he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s noticed them for, but he gets closer anyway. His instincts usually serve him well.

Giddy Up by cacorra, perishablealex {T}

Jake smirks, not even flinching at the bite of the tequila and turns toward the group. He raises his second shot to the middle, waiting for the rest of the group to follow. They all clink their shot glasses together as Jake says, “Drink up, cowboys.”

And so the night begins.

come hell or high water by orphan_account {G}

Bradley Bradshaw, determined to live up to his father's legacy, enlists in the Navy right out of high school, leaving his best friend, who is also probably the love of his life, home with his godfather to finish out high school. He definitely isn't worried about Jake at all. Jake is definitely fine. He definitely isn't worried about that thing that happened at the airport that they never actually spoke about. And he definitely isn't worried about these feelings in his chest that keep threatening to spill out of him. Everything will be fine, right?

Or, how Bradley falls in love, finds a home, and remembers how to be happy again.

don't need another perfect line (gonna give all my secrets away) by Estelle {T}

Pretending to be Hangman's boyfriend for a weekend? No problem at all. There aren't any feelings involved whatsoever. Of course not.

Spoiler alert: There are feelings involved, and they are idiots about it.

Jake Seresin Is A Mother Hen by tellxmebby

Mother Hen {T}

“Gives you time to finish your food,” Jake’s muffled voice comes from the bed across and to the left of his bed. Bradley glances at Tasha who is smirking at him with raised eyebrows.

Javy looks up and turns slowly towards Jake’s back with his brows furrowed. "Are you literally mother henning a Rooster right now?”

An Obligatory 5+1 Fic {T}

Or, 5 times Jake Seresin "mother henned" (nagged) Bradley Bradshaw, and one time Bradley mother hens him back.

Top Gun fics that are not in the same universe as the other fics in this series by Writerofthelorde

Hangman of all people..?! {G}

There’s tension before the mission that gets broken just in time, the team teases them about it, Maverick finds out and tries to be supportive, and Jake learns to be open about how he feels.

aka a story of how they got together, how they turned to mush around each other, and how hardship brought them closer together.

You Are My Deepest Lonely {T}

Post mission. Neither Rooster nor Hangman can sleep. Both have nightmares and they get grumpy and rude. When it finally comes out that neither of them has slept in ages, Phoenix jokes that they should sleep in the same room or something, and they look at each other. A silent agreement. The thing is… Jake refused to let anyone in. Every nightmare just left him in a panic alone. Bradley sound asleep next to him. Because it worked, of course it worked. But now, Jake was just alone with someone next to him, and that was worse. So much worse.

Aka Bradley and Jake share a room, but there's only one bed... They pine, they long, they ache and flirt. Jake has nightmares and panic attacks but refuses to share that with Bradley, who grows increasingly worried. When will they break?

Accidentally on purpose {T}

Bradley and Jake go to Texas to meet Jake's family and break it to him that he's moving in with Bradley in San Diego. They try to hide their relationship at first, wanting to know if they like Bradley before breaking it to them that they're dating. Thankfully the Seresin ranch is full of places where they can make out in secret. Unless someone turns the corner...! Especially his homophobic older brother...

First Thanksgiving as a couple {G}

Bradley and Jake live together in Bradley's old house, and they're getting everything ready for their family members. They are both nervous. Jake's parents are vastly different from Pete and he is worried they won't get along. Bradley is worried because he had been doing this holiday alone for sixteen years and he's not sure how to act. That and he has some very special papers to give Mav today, and what if he doesn't want to sign them...?

The day is a mess, it's loud and hysterical and soft and full of tears.

When hearts break, how do you mend them? {G}

What if Maverick and Iceman have been a secret couple for thirty years, and Pete finds out about his death during class? He looks Bradley in the eye, the only person in the navy who knew about them, and he breaks.

Kiss Me When We Hit The Hard Deck {T}

Hangman and Coyote put mistletoe in the doorway of the Hard Deck. Jake is trying to get kissed by Bradley, but he hadn't anticipated a certain Captain and a certain Admiral to find themselves underneath it too... Ice decides this is the perfect moment to tell the others about their relationship and happily kisses him right in that doorway.

It Takes Three (Steps) {G}

Maverick wants an excuse to kiss his Iceman at the navy base and asks Hangman for help hanging mistletoe around the base. And not just a branch or two but more like twenty. or forty. He wants to kiss /and/ annoy the love of his life. Because of course he does. Jake asks Bradley to help them and he tries to get a chance to kiss him. It's quite disastrous.

It's Always Been You {T}

Throughout their lives and their time in the navy, Tom Kazansky and Pete Mitchell had dealt with a lot. They had flown dangerous missions and taught annoying people. They had killed, and lost, and grown. And throughout it all, they had fallen in love. The only problem was that the navy, especially in the eighties... and the nineties... and the zeros... and well, never. The navy had never approved of queer people. And so no matter the pain, no matter the cost, they both decided never to act on their feelings. As time went on they knew that the other felt the same way but... the navy was their life and they couldn't lose that.

So year after year they worked together and laughed together and grew old together. But never in the way they truly wanted to.

Until Tom got a call from the doctor.

This Is My Seat {M}

Jake, who is secretly very much into him, likes to annoy Bradley by sitting on his lap whenever he gets a chance. But then one day at the hard deck a guy Bradley knows -somewhat of an ex- walks in and claims that he's in his seat. And then, much to Jake's surprise, Bradley announces that actually, Hangman is his boyfriend.

not a one time thing after all by ForMaverick

A One Time Thing {E}

“I’m fine. Stay the fuck where you are.” Bradley inches closer to the shower wall, the coolness of the wet tiles soothing against his burning skin. “Or better yet, leave.”

“You don’t look so good—”

“Fuck off.” Bradley closes his eyes again as another wave of pain and nausea sweeps through his body. “I’ll be fine, just leave me the fuck—”

“Bradley.”

That makes Bradley stop in mid-sentence. Jake using his first name is a rarity. ‘Rooster’ is familiar territory. A teasing ‘Bradshaw’ is not too uncommon either. Hell, sometimes that menace of a man will even drawl out the full ‘Lt. Bradley Bradshaw’ when he’s going for maximum asshattery. But just ‘Bradley’? That’s—that’s new.

Bradley exhales shakily. “I’m asking this from the bottom of my heart and as politely as I possibly can right now: please fuck off.”

“Are you—” Jake pauses. There’s a sharp inhale. “Dude, are you going into heat?”

maybe this, maybe that {E}

Another moment of awkward silence follows. Jake shuffles a bit more, pursing his lips and looking thoughtful. “Hey, how about you come with me to my family’s vacation home for a few days?” he then says, the suggestion rushing out in a sudden burst of words. “There’s plenty of room, and we could hang out or—” He cuts himself off, giving a one-shouldered nonchalant shrug. “You know.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” Bradley makes sure his voice could not possibly drip any more sarcasm. “So we’re going to, what, sit by the fireplace holding hands and sing kumbaya?”

Jake rolls his eyes at the remark, then mutters, “You don’t have to be a dick about it.”

Bradley stares at him, blinking in disbelief. “Wait, you were being serious?”

Jake shrugs again. “I mean, you got someplace better to be?”

You Moved Me, Honey by 1001lifetimes {T}

For Bradley, it starts with the accident.

Somehow, he lands the plan, his muscle memory taking over as his mind crashes with Hangman to the ground. The rest of their classmates are standing on the tarmac, a few because they’re worried and most because they’re looking for a show. Bradley doesn’t have time for either.

Or: Hangman gets in an accident while they're still at Top Gun. It changes nothing, except that it kind of does.

hey pretty baby (with the flight suit on) by nqther {T}

It feels as monumental as saving Bradley’s fucking life, makes his stomach swoop in a way it only does in the air—and when he’s kissing Bradley freakin’ Bradshaw in an empty TOPGUN classroom, apparently.

or; sereshaw, neck kisses, and the nickname 'honey.'

Hook 'em by JoAnna {E}

Hangman is a Longhorn fan, Rooster is a Bama fan. A bet makes the game a lot more interesting. Or the one where Jake literally wins the pants off of Bradley.

call me by some other name by iimpossible_things {T}

It was Amelia who insisted that they try it out on Rooster. 

Jake pointed out that: (1) they're entirely too old for TikTok; and (2) it's never going to work. 

"We've been together three years, pipsqueak," Jake said, "I don't think me calling him by his actual name is going to get the reaction you're hoping for." 

But Amelia had one goal and one goal only: to make her pseudo-step-brother and his boyfriend go viral. And she was not above blackmail. 

You Can Never Have Too Many by Alidravana {T}

The three times Bradley's Hawaiian shirts were defended and the one time they didn't need to be.

Wedding Cake and Other Things (Least of all, the Fancy Rings) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

Rooster knew that he and Hangman had never really gotten along, least of all were they friends. But he could sometimes be convinced to put the past behind him, especially when Hangman was actually morphing into quite a good wingman.

…He could be persuaded to do the man a favor if the circumstances called for that. Such as: Jake’s parents trying to set him up for a marriage. Yeah, yikes. Rooster…supposed he’d be willing to help.

you got me wishing we're more than friends by nighttimedawn {T}

or five times that Jake gets back with his ex, and the one time that he doesn't

watching, waiting, still anticipating love by iridescent {T}

Bradley’s fingers caress the keys deftly, coaxing a bittersweet melody from the depths of the piano’s body.

Then he starts singing, a few lines here and there almost like an afterthought. His voice is low and husky, lends itself naturally to this sort of soppy and overly sentimental love song. He doesn’t seem to notice Jake being there at all.

Despite himself, Jake is transfixed.

(Or, three distinct episodes in their lives where Bradley plays the piano and Jake listens.)

When the Emotions run High (Weather Them out With Me) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

In a world like this one - where people’s auras were an insight into their minds and emotions - it wasn’t unheard of to get along poorly with people that had incompatible minds.

What was unheard of was for someone’s aura to be consistently and ridiculously off-the-charts bad. Especially when most people had just one person - or people - that was meant to be their compliment.

…For some reason, though, Rooster just could never stand Hangman’s aura.

And yet, his mind would never let him be too far away from the guy. …Weird.

white picket fence by res_judicata {M}

Whenever anyone from the kids’ school asks, Jake always just smiles politely and explains that his husband works for a big international company and that’s why he’s overseas a lot.

 He doesn’t say that Bradley is arguably the ‘director’ of said company, nor that the ‘company’ in question is the Mafia.

He knows a few of the other parents have their suspicions and that he and Bradley are the subject of their fair share of rumours and gossip. Jake just doesn’t let it get to him, he has his beautiful family and gorgeous husband, the nosy PTA mothers can go fuck themselves. For every, oh my, how can your husband bear to leave such a lovely husband at home with the kids for so many months of the year, Jake can read between the lines.

In the Blink of an Eye by Janie94 {M}

It's been a few weeks since the dagger mission and the squad is hanging out at their favorite bar. Bradley is still trying to figure out how his feelings for Jake have changed in the past weeks when Jake gets harrassed by another Alpha and Bradley promptly loses his shit.

Hangster Parenting by sleeping_maple  {G} {T}

Series of connected one-shots that follow a married Hangster and their family together. Mix of fluff and angst, but mostly fluff because they deserve it.

still waters by Notchka88 {T}

Rooster is an even-keeled, laidback kind of guy. Except when it comes to Hangman, maybe especially then.

In which someone mouths off to Hangman and Rooster loses it.

How do you like your coffee? by WaffleToaster {M}

Javy receives the first call after Jake makes an emergency landing on the tarmac and Bradley has to deal with the complications that arise.

“Do we get along now?”

“We do, yes. We’re.. good friends.”

“That’s good. Cause you seem like a nice guy, Rooster.”

like california gold by zaskiaz

river flows in you {T}

He swallows and looks away. It’s not a good day. Regardless of how many years pass, Bradley thinks the 29th of July will never be a good day for him.

or, a little something in honor of goose's death anniversary

we don’t know how to rhyme (but damn we try) {T}

Bradley sighs and turns to greet his date, an automatic, if not bland smile plastered on his face. It’s when he makes eye contact with the person that his smile falters and falls as if it was never there to begin with.

“You gotta be shitting me,” he breathes, disbelieving, at the same time Hangman hisses, “Oh, fuck no.

or, the blind date but they are exes au

Vacation to Dreamland by SpaceCadetCoco {T}

The gang go to Disneyland.

I’m hiding in the blue by levivi {E}

Jake frowns, straightening. It forces Keith to take a step back, air rushing back into Jake’s lungs. “You have a problem, man?”

“I don’t have a problem,” Rooster shrugs, sounding every bit like he has a problem. “Maybe Keith here has a problem, considering he can’t seem to stop rubbing his dick all over you.”

If you don’t remember by attolians

tonight you're a stranger {T}

“Captain Mitchell, thank god! Can you get me out of here?” Bradley looks between them, trying to hold up a hand as if to stall any of this. “Jake,” he says, breath trembling, “the mission was two years ago.” “No it wasn’t,” Jake says, lips tilting in that infuriating smirk. “It’s next week.” Bradley sags back into the chair, covering his face with both hands. “Captain?” Jake scoffs, apparently dismissing Bradley completely now. “It’s not Captain anymore, Jake. I’m retired.”

... OR the obligatory amnesia fic

just hold me {E}

Jake still doesn't have his memories back - he and Bradley try to find their way through

it's only been a moment {T}

Jake is stressing about when Bradley is going to propose now that he's got his memories back - he knows Bradley has the ring but he doesn't know when he'll see it again.

Maverick invites them on a trip with Penny and Amelia which should be a great distraction. Only...Bradley's not proposing on their trip. He's not proposing...right?

Sunshine & Roses by abliafina {T}

“How often do you get to be creative Bradley?” Jake asked. “Look, I love your designs, I wouldn’t be here otherwise, but they’re not me.” Bradley crossed his arms, an intrigued look on his face. “You saying you’re giving me free hands?” “Sure am.” Jake made sure to sound confident, but on the inside, his heart beat as if he’d just finished a marathon, “I trust you.”

Or; Hangster flower shop & tattoo parlor

Just A Small Detail by Sarah_Jane_Stewart {G}

Bradley takes Jake to meet his other dad.

He conveniently forgets to tell him who he is first.

a spoonful of sugar (helps the medicine go down) by bahjrc {G}

Bradley Bradshaw is a tired college student coming home for summer break. All he wants to do is come home, catch up on sleep, help his family's business and maybe figure out what the hell he's going to do with his life.

He's not expecting a mysterious man and his weird cat that just moved into the apartment down the street to become a thing in his life. And he's definitely not expecting that golden cat to be such a pain on his ass.

On Your Mighty Wings by VarjoRuusu {T}

Maverick has spent more than thirty years looking for the child he never had the chance to know. One dead end after another, one loss after another, and now when he finally has a chance to get to know the man his son is now, it could all be taken away from them in an instant.

Or Jake is actually Maverick’s biological son…

We Were Something, Don't You Think So? by Jeston17 {T}

Jake has too much to drink, leaving Bradley to take care of him and take him home. When Jake confesses that he still has feelings for Bradley, they’re left with no choice but to talk things over the next morning.

Or: Jake gets drunk at the Hard Deck, Bradley rescues him from a creepy guy, Jake confesses he misses Bradley, and they work things out.

The Penguin Agenda by greenstuff {E}

Penguin Day at the aquarium not only means Bradley has to put on a penguin costume for their full day of elementary school kid tours, but he has to work with his rival in academia and life: Jake Seresin.

He should have called in sick.

but I absolutely love him (when he smiles) by rnadison {G}

“Did you just hit on me?”

Jake tilts his head, weighing his options. Clearly this wasn’t the response he’d been anticipating. “...Yes?”

Bradley nods. “Right. Okay.” He pulls himself closer to his monitor and opens a new browser window.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to see if I remember the link to the Title IX complaint form.”

-------- In which they work in a museum, and Jake is the director's annoying assistant, and Bradley is just trying to get the Education Department name-brand markers.

call it what you want by lesbiseresin {M}

“Shit, Mav,” Bradley says through a laugh as he squats down, leaving his beer on the railing so he has both hands free to stick out. “You finally get me that dog I was always asking for?”

It’s another joke. He knows that Theo belongs to Penny and Amelia, but there has to be a reason Maverick is bringing this up.

“You caught me,” Maverick deadpans. Bradley can see Penny elbow him out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t bother looking up, too engrossed in the happy pants Theo is letting out as Bradley switches to scratching under his chin. “You could say I did. Sort of.”

“Sort of, huh?” (alternatively: jake & bradley getting their shit together ft. theo the dog)

Maybe This Time Is Forever by theinsouciantknitter {E}

Jake hasn’t slept in days. Three days, to be exact. Everytime he closes his eyes he sees an outdated F-14 going down in flames into the ocean.

leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream by ginnydear {E}

“Getting old,” she replies, humming again. “I guess that means you’re entering a new era of hook-ups though.” “What on earth are you talking about?” Bradley asks, turning down the television. “Come on Bradley, you know you’re gonna find some hot twenty-something who wants you to fu-” “Okay!” Bradley says, laughing a bit as Natasha sputters and laughs too. “I get it. You don’t have to continue.” “Don’t be such a prude,” Natasha says primly. “I was going to say ‘fund their grad school dreams’ before you so rudely cut me off.”

- or... the sugar daddy au.

honey, I’m good by rnadison {G}

“Naw. Naw, I can’t do it. I can’t believe I ---” Jake holds his head in his free hand, looking genuinely distraught. “Oh, man. I’m sorry, you’re great, but I’ve got a fella at home so I should probably --”

He’s trying to shake Bradley off again, but he knows that if he lets go, Jake is going to immediately eat asphalt. But there’s something deeply amusing about what Bradley suspects is going on in Jake’s pretty little head --- that Jake thinks he’s going to cheat on Bradley … with Bradley. 

If you need to believe in someone just pretend it's me by alltherecklesshours {T}

“Fair enough. So, if it’s not to hide a body, what is it?”

One deep breath before the plunge. “I need you to be my boyfriend for a weekend,” he said and, if he wasn’t so nervous, he would have probably laughed at the way Rooster froze and his jaw dropped the smallest amount before he was shaking his head and clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that? I thought I heard you saying you needed me to be your boyfriend for the weekend,” Rooster sounded incredulous. Jake only rolled his eyes and ignored his heart pounding in his chest.

“That was exactly what I said. Do keep up, Rooster.”

- or: Jake's mom is getting married and he needs to keep his ex (and his sisters) off his back. Bradley is, obviously, his best shot.

Soft to the touch, feels like love by xmeesh {T}

Rooster's first official Top Gun class as a full-fledged instructor is very adorable. They're all fresh faced and eager and even the more Hangman-esque pilots are clearly excited to be here. They are also, Jake thinks with no small amount of annoyance, all desperately in love with him.

baby, I'm howlin' for you by hangmanbradshaw {E}

His smirk widened. He may not have been happy about this, but he could appreciate that Bradley gave as good as he got. “I am good, Rooster. I’m very good.”

Bradley stared at him, expression battling between annoyance and what appeared to be a slight amount of amusement and intrigue. Jake continued, “Say, how does a werewolf get the nickname Rooster anyhow?”

Bradley raised an eyebrow. “That’s none of your business.”

Or The Wolves & Foxes AU

Invitation To The Deep by SaintClaire {E}

The call comes in at nine o’clock in the evening. He nearly screens it when he picks the phone up - it’s far too late in the evening for whatever bullshit this is. Blocked number.

“Seresin speaking.”

---

A world-renowned exploratory dive specialist. A mustached Navy SEAL. 80 hours of oxygen on the clock. A single dive submarine wedged between a thousand tons of crumbling volcanic rock.

And an underwater labyrinth that Jake Seresin has cut his teeth, his family, and his career on; down amongst the grottos of the deep, glowing with life in pitch-black water.

hours don't turn into days by callsignvalley {E}

The first thing Bradley thinks when he wakes up with a crick in his neck is that his mouth tastes horrible.

The second is that he’s not sure he’ll recover from the glimpse he catches of Hangman, tiptoeing past him from what’s presumably the bathroom to the kitchen, towel slung low around his waist and hanging on for dear life.

Jesus Christ, Bradley grumbles silently. How hard is it to put on pants when you get out of the shower and not waltz around with maybe-maybe not-friends-probably-still-just-coworkers in your living room? Some of us need our brains in the morning. To think.

+ Bradley’s struggling post-mission and hangman keeps calling him for some reason

Tidal Wave by TunaSupremacy {T}

For years, the Jaegers have been the last line of defense for humanity. But with the kaiju adapting and evolving the PPDC is desperately searching for new ways to fight them. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has been a Naval Aviator for the past five years, risking his life to supply the Jaeger pilots with air support. Now he’s been recommended for the Jaeger program himself. Too bad that the officer in charge of training the new recruits is his estranged uncle, former Jaeger pilot Pete “Maverick” Mitchell.

Desire is the only motivation - Thursday by trinipedia {M}

After a life-altering accident, Bradley Bradshaw moves to Texas to change his perspective. Bradley has decided not to think about American football ever again, but the chance meeting with an arrogant Texan, Jake Seresin, might change it all, not only for him but for the aforementioned Texan, as well.

You Make Me Live by Renai_chan {E}

Once upon a time, Jake met Rooster.

Eight years later, he's a freshman at the US Naval Academy, and Bradley Bradshaw comes back into his life. Except, they've both grown up, and with growth, paths diverge.

Formula 1: Deceive to Achieve by greenstuff {E}

When new teammates, Jake and Bradley, agree to pretend they’re in a committed relationship to land a sponsorship deal, they probably should have factored in the possibility they might fall for their own lies.

Devils in the Canyon by softerEpilogue {M}

Rooster pitches down, too steep and too fast, daring Maverick to follow. Mav matches him, foot for foot, and they hurtle down, spiraling and twisting around each other in a deadly dance.

“What’s past is past,” Maverick says, voice g-strained. “Pull up, Rooster.”

To hell with you, Rooster thinks, and even he doesn’t know how literally he means it.

Or It takes Rooster and Hangman ten years after they meet at flight school to get their shit together. It takes longer than that, a suicide run of a mission, Maverick's god-and-logic defying luck, and Iceman's indomitable common sense to get him and Maverick to sit down and talk.

newton's law of motion by noona96n {T}

law i inertia

Bradley's hospitalized immediately after The Mission, and Jake has a revelation™

law ii force & acceleration

Bradley recuperates at the Seresin's Ranch and has a revelation™

You Got Me Walking' Side To Side PleaseHellMe {E}

"You're burning up. Are you feeling sick?" he asked and noticed how sweat had started to bead against Bradley's hairline, making the bronze curls stick against his skin.

When Bradley didn't answer, Jake cradled his cheek and tapped it lightly to gain the Alpha's attention. Bradley blinked his eyes open. It happened so slowly like they felt impossibly heavy to open. The barely opened eyes revealed blown-out pupils that had swallowed the beautiful hazel irises, which were one of Jake's favorite things about him.

"Are you going into a rut Darlin’? Is that what's going on?"

change me at all costs (starlight and star-crossed) by liadan14

all my roads lead back to you {E}

“Where does this leave us?” Bradley asks eventually.

Jake snorts. “In what way?”

Bradley shrugs. “I don’t know. Emotionally, physically. Legally.”

Jake thinks he might be dizzy. He hasn’t drunk that much tonight, but he has been wondering about the answers to that question for a long time. Finally talking about it…it barely even feels real. “Let’s start with the last one,” he says. “That sounds like the easiest part.”

“Well,” Bradley says gamely. “Legally speaking, I think we’re, like, one piece of paper away from being married.”

get it right (for you, honey) {T}

“Wait, there was an actual proposal?” Javy asks. “Wow, I didn’t think…”

Bradley glares at him. “Seriously? Did you people imagine we just tripped and fell through the wrong door in city hall?”

“I thought maybe you went to Vegas,” Fritz pipes up.

“I’m still not convinced it’s not a tax scam,” Bob adds.

“Now that you bring it up,” Jake says thoughtfully, “he did mention the tax breaks when he proposed.”

Or, X times someone else observed Jake and Bradley as a married couple and tried to understand how exactly that happened.

in the grand scheme by terraces {M}

During their first stint at TOPGUN, Rooster gets a concussion. Hangman writes him a letter; Rooster writes one back. It all goes downhill from there.

I will love you, dear, forever by FlowersOnMyMind {E}

"Do you have someone to take care of you?" Jake asks.

"Are you offering, Seresin?"

"Are you asking, Bradshaw?"

or

Jake and Bradley help each other through their ruts and heats.

Jake pines.

Extra Credit by ReformedTsundere {T}

"I'm going to kill him," Bradley seethes, stomping into the teacher's lounge and briskly cutting across the room to get to the fridge where his lunch is waiting. or 5 times Jake and Bradley's teaching forces them together, and 1 time there's no force at all

it's 2am and i'm cursing your name by hangmanbradshaw {E}

“Yeah, but you know him better than anyone, right? You could give me advice.” He raised an eyebrow. “I know I’m not an expert on romance or whatever, but if he’s your true love, shouldn’t you just, I don’t know, be yourself?” “You gotta help me. I don’t want to be stuck as a rooster forever. Please.” The final please broke him. He looked so sad, voice clearly miserable and desperate. Jake took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and mumbled. “I’m going to regret this.” He opened his eyes and said louder, “Fine. Alright.” Or Rooster's a rooster, and Jake definitely isn't his soulmate aka the Hangster Princess & the Frog AU (with a twist) After all, all it takes is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust (or in this case, bickering, helping the guy you're in love with land another prince, and a meddling warlock)

To the break of the day, with a fortune to win by LoveMadeThemDoIt

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away? {E}

Jake has no illusions he’ll come back from this mission. He’s the best fighter pilot the Navy has got on staff and this is not his ego talking. He’ll fly the mission, and it’ll be a shit show, because none of them have even managed to fly the simulation in the way they need to.

In his weaker moments, Jake wonders if his father is how he’s gotten this gig.

Additional scenes in the “Won’t somebody” 'verse {_}

A compilation of little scenes that belong in the same universe as "Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?", one per chapter.

you were nothing but trouble, baby and I've been sifting through the rubble lately by hangmanbradshaw {M}

Rooster rolled his eyes, but didn’t go any faster. He was in his head, which Jake knew how to handle. He pulled out his phone and tapped on the music library, swiping until he found what he was looking for. The beginning strums of Slow Ride filtered through the car bluetooth.

He lulled his head over, smirked widely, and said, “I love this song.”

Rooster shook his head, but Jake could tell a small smile was threatening to blossom. It felt like a small victory. “You haven’t changed.”

Or The Twister AU

Let Me Adore You by evansrogerskitten {E}

Jake is being an asshole again. Bradley is surprised when he finds out why.

it’s always say goodnight & go by lesbiseresin {E}

It’s hard to tell who actually walks into who, but if there’s one thing Bradley does soon become certain of, it’s that it isn’t his drink that sloshes all over the front of his shirt when he collides with the person standing in front of him.

Bradley groans and takes a reflexive step back while the damage is still soaking in. “Fuck.”

The person in front of him seems to share a similar sentiment. “Oh, shit.”

“What the hell, man?” Bradley gingerly pinches the front of his now sopping-wet shirt between two fingers and unsticks it from his chest.

Great. So much for a carefree night out.

“You think I just wasted the rest of my drink on purpose?”

(alternatively: the story of bradley bradshaw’s life, as told through making out with jake seresin.)

You're a Bad Habit I Can't Shake Off (but I still want more) by HoneyWhatever {E}

They don't date, they are not even friends, what they have is similar to a bad habit you want to quit. And now they have to figure out how to be parents together.

Some Unspoken Thing by Jeston17 {T}

With paths that have crossed for the better part of a decade, Jake and Bradley have a history unlike any other. A history that sees their relationship develop from best friends, to bitter rivals, to eventual lovers.

The five times that Jake felt there was some unspoken thing between himself and Bradley, and the one time he decided to do something about it.

A Kiss with a Fist by MerielTLA {E}

"If we´re both single by a certain age, we will marry each other" but they´re rivals making a drunken bet and they will do anything in their power to sabotage the other´s relationships because they´re secretly in love.

End Racism in the OTW by liadan14 {T}

The thing is, he and Bradshaw aren’t friends.

They’ve never been friends.

There was a hazy period, when their paths crossed in flight school and no one had a callsign yet, when they might have been, but Jake had ruined that by being himself–interested in his own advancement and little else. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy who kept in touch with his classmates after the fact. Coyote’s just lucky they were stationed together.

But Bradshaw…well, the next time they saw each other, their paths had diverged. Their callsigns had been set and their chance at friendship had been gone. Everything that’s come since was something else.

“So what do you say, Seresin?” Payback asks.

Jake blinks. He zoned out, missed the terms of the bet. If he says yes, he’s agreeing to who knows what. If he says no, he’s a coward. “I’m in,” he says.

Or, Jake agrees on a bet to get the most phone numbers in a night.

hangster 'verse by milestaller {E}

like, what up, I got a big cock

“Wait. Why is your callsign Rooster, anyway?”

Phoenix snorts beer up her nose.

or, what happens when Hangman doesn't know how to quit when he's ahead.

imagine being loved by me

This is… it’s fucking nice, is what it is. It feels easy in a way that Jake never would have expected it to. It’s gotta be because they’re going back to their normal lives tomorrow, no pressure of having to see each other every day to make it awkward. A decent amount of mutual attraction helps, too.   The morning after, and beyond.       

#hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #hangman x rooster #hangster fic recs #hangster recs list 3 #I need a shorter version because I have way too many bookmarks on AO3 #I appreciate the work of the Hangster's fan artists and authors #Thank you for feeding the obsession of so many...myself very much included! #love and appreciation #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[winterspiderpurrs]

I read your recent post , and I have a prompt idea, steve and bucky are married and want to add peter, but he doesn't know and thinks they are just being nice to him while in reality they are flirting with him, i know perhaps it has been done before but I really like this kind of fics so i tought i would ask. Thank you 🙂

It started out simple. Steve and Bucky both individually inviting Peter out to different outings. Coffee shops, art galleries, car shows, breakfast here lunch there.

Then as a couple taking Peter out to dinners, dates to Coney Island, walks through central park. Of course Peter didn't think much of it. He knew that Steve and Bucky were together so he never allowed to himself to think that they could be trying to flirt/date with him.

So what if sometimes they all cuddle together on the couch for movie night. Or how Steve is always running his fingers through his hair. Bucky holding his hand on walks. Even when he leaves for the night they kiss him on the cheek after they walk him to his door.

Its even to where they call/facetime him when they don't hang out. And that one time when that Peter managed to convince them to go clubbing. After someone one tried to buy Peter a drink and they got extremely overprotective. They all three danced together with Peter smushed between them. Peter thought maybe alcohol was finally affecting him and his memory of that night.

And maybe Steve and Bucky thought that Peter was on board already til Peter was having a no good terrible rotten worst day ever. He lets it slip out that he is tired of being alone. Hated his lonely twin mattress, how he wished he had someone like how Steve and Bucky have each other.

" Doll, we have been dating you for months, didn't you know?"

" Queens, we don't invite just anyone to date night or to have sleepovers"

" Oh. ... but what...no. ummm.... really? "

" Doll we got to have a serious talk. You even have a draw of clothes at our place"

" Hey! I thought ya was just being nice! "

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I have several little prompts or ones shot short ficlet like this BUT I LOVE these types of scenarios! Which is why I always play around with it! Hope you liked it!

#asks #writing prompt #winterspidershield #stucky plus peter #stucky #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #spidershield #shieldspider #winterspiderpurrs

[rin-bellatrix]

U. N. I.

"You and I were meant to be more than friends." - Mating Ritual

Fiona couldn't be happier. Her new boyfriend is not in love with her sister. They've got a piece of the vault key under their belts. And Rhys isn't too bad of a kisser. But he's a bit too preoccupied with other matters to take up space on cloud nine beside her...

Written for @admiralsweko 💕

Header art by @sanzosin (bc this piece was the inspiration for a scene in the fic hehe 🤭💕)

Written for prompt #3 "A breathy demand: "Kiss me" - and what the other person does to respond."

From this kiss prompt list

Takes place a few months after "It Takes Two" so I guess this is technically the second part/chapter to that? 🤔

Bottom white heart divider is from this post and the white star divider is from this post

Fiona relaxed back into the large, expensive office chair at Rhys' desk. She had occupied this seat before, but now that she was the "official girlfriend" of Atlas' president, it felt more like a throne in this moment than a simple piece of furniture. Then again, she could just be riding the whimsy of being up on cloud nine.

Everything was going right for her lately, and she was determined to enjoy it while it lasted. Because life had taught her that things could only go so good for so long. There was a hurdle in her near future, an obstacle that she'd have to overcome. She didn't know what it was, just knew that it was coming.

That, however, was something to worry about when it came to her doorstep. Right now, she could relax and recline back into her boyfriend's overly expensive office chair.

Kicking her feet up on the edge of his polished desk, she knew that he'd be torn when he finally entered his office. On one hand, he'd be thrilled to see his lady love (she had left for a couple of weeks to run several errands for Sanctuary, only returning about an hour ago). On the other hand, he'd surely complain about her using his desk as an elevated foot rest.

But a pouty Rhys was just too cute to pass up, plus ruffling his feathers every now and then was still her favorite pastime. Two birds, one stone as the saying goes.

The entrance to Rhys' office open with a depressurized hiss, the two large metal doors unlocking and sliding away from each other to allow entry. In walked the man himself, coupled with Zer0, a once former assassin, now primarily an elite bodyguard.

"-And I just think that maybe, we can revive that old department and see what good can come of it, ya know?"

The hologram in front of Zer0's high-tech headgear flashed a ? quickly, followed by a nod and a :). The alien vault hunter easily kept pace with Rhys' long legs, the two tall men crossing the office floor in no time.

"What old department?" The female vault hunter asked, her voice making Rhys jump.

"Fiona! Oh my God I didn't see you- when did you get back?"

She snickered, trying to curb the instinctive urge to be smug. "Oh, a little while ago~"

Atlas' CEO shook his head and turned to his friend at his side. "Zer0, why didn't you tell me she was in here?"

The alien assassin shrugged his lithe shoulders and responded in his usual structured inflection. "𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙽𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖."

At Rhys' reddening cheeks, Zer0 donned a bright ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) across his sleek visor.

Fiona stifled a giggle, watching as Rhys shooed his lanky bodyguard out of the office before turning back around to face her, his hands on his hips. As the electronic doors shut behind Zer0, the former vault hunter flash a quick ;) at her from behind his employers back, until the doors sealed and she could see him no more.

Smiling at the assassin's playfulness, Fiona raised her eyes up to meet Rhys'. She found him avoiding her gaze and frowning, an overall agitated vibe coming from him. "Hey, what's wrong...?" she asked, lowering her boots down to the floor and sitting forward to examine his facial expression.

Atlas' head sighed deeply, running his human hand through his hair in a show of frustration. "Nothing... And everything, just- it's a lot. And none of it is going my way and I'm trying to find the best outcome to every scenario and I keep getting stuck-"

"Hey hey hey, it's okay, c'mere Rhys..." Fiona stood, walking around his large desk to take hold of his arm, guiding him to his chair. She pushed him gently down into it and stepped to the side, settling her hands over his broad shoulders and digging in. Her boyfriend sighed again, this time in pleasure as she worked at his tense shoulders.

"Tell me what's wrong, one thing at a time. We'll figure something out together, okay? Two heads are better than one, after all."

Rhys reached up and patted her hand, showing his appreciation silently. "Well, first off... We have a lead on the second vault key piece."

"Already?" Fiona couldn't hide her shock - it was rare to find even one piece, nevermind two pieces within such a short amount of time. Atlas' research division was truly something else.

"Yeah..." he answered, sounding much less enthused about the fact than she was. "Problem is, now that we're getting closer to forming a full vault key, the commander of the Crimson Raiders wants to take possession of the pieces we find." He lifted his cybernetic arm, turning his palm up and pulling up an ECHO recording of Lilith, head of the ship Sanctuary where she had just come from.

"Hey Atlas, my name's Lilith but you might know me as The Firehawk. Word around the block is you've been collecting vault key pieces. Yeah, I'm gonna need you to stop that and hand over everything you have pertaining to the vault key. Can't have a warmongering corporation claiming a vault for themselves, or all the other weapon companies are gonna wanna ride that train too. Look, Athena is vouching for you and all, but to be completely honest, I just don't like her. And I'm not sure if I can trust her word, you know? Especially considering that at one point, you both worked for Jack... So yeah, you have twenty-four hours to comply or we're gonna have problems. Big problems."

The recording ended there and Rhys dropped his metal hand back into his lap. Fiona rubbed his back soothingly, trying to dispel the dark cloud hanging over his head.

"Rhys, don't worry about it. I've met Lilith a couple times, she's way more chill than that. She was just... Casually threatening you to try and scare you into submission. Look, I'll talk to her and let her know that you're not some evil, scheming corporation out to use the vault's contents for taking over the world or whatever."

Her boyfriend turned to look up at her, still looking hopelessly dejected. She tsked and ran a gloved hand through his wavy hair, using the motion to keep him facing her.

"I'll talk to her," she repeated, meeting his eyes this time as she made a promise out of her words. "Don't worry. Worst case scenario, she takes our vault key pieces and the Crimson Raiders open the vault, in which case at least we can be assured that no evil syndicate is putting the vault to evil use. And maybe we can get some treasures out of it seeing as how you were the one to find two-thirds of the vault key. Best case scenario, she let's us open the vault! Wouldn't that be great?"

Rhys pulled back from her touch, but before Fiona could feel the faintest hint of rejection, he took her hands in his and looked up to meet her clear jade eyes. "Fiona, to be honest, I personally don't care about the vault or its contents, I was doing this to help you out."

Properly confused, she furrowed her brow at his revelation. "Rhys, what are you talking about?"

"Well, you're a vault hunter now, and I wanted to help you find a vault." Here he squeezed her hands, looking elsewhere for a moment before gathering himself and locking eyes with her again. "I know...that I haven't been a super amazing boyfriend lately because we've both been so busy, and I just wanted to make it up to you. I just wanted to make you happy. And what makes a vault hunter happier than opening a new vault! So... I tried everything to secure this key for you and it looks like you might not even get much of anything from it... I'm sorry, Fi..."

Fiona couldn't believe her ears. Rhys, sole owner of one of the major weapons manufacturers, wanted a vault but not for the betterment of his company, but because he felt guilty about their lack of interaction lately...? It was one thing to get the first piece of the vault key to impress her and ask her out. It was another to say that he wanted her to have the entire vault all to herself. Every time she thought that he couldn't surprise her anymore, he always managed to do just that.

"Rhys, you idiot..."

"Huh?"

She swiveled his chair around until he was fully facing her, before reaching up and cupping his bewildered face in her hands. Leaning down, she slanted her mouth over his and ignored the sound of her hat tumbling off and hitting the floor. She kissed him firmly, her persistence making him respond after a moment of surprise. His touch grazed her shoulders, before gripping her firmly and trying to pull her down onto his lap. She braced her hands over the arms of the chair, nibbling his bottom lip which made him elicit the softest groan she had ever heard.

Smiling slightly against his mouth, she pulled back to look down at him. He gazed at her with open affection, reaching up and smoothing his mechanical hand down her short hair, his other hand reaching up to cradle her face. Fiona looked over him, taking in the adoration clear in eyes, the faint rosey tint to his cheeks, the sheen of wetness over his parted lips, down to the way his Adam's apple bobbed on his tattooed neck. She had never felt an infatuation like this for anyone else before, and she counted herself lucky to have been the one to steal away his heart.

"Rhys... I don't need a vault to be happy. As long as you and Sasha are safe and happy, then I'm happy too. I can't believe you'd try to give me a whole vault as a gift... Unbelievable."

The young CEO grinned bashfully, charmed at his girlfriend's sentiment and utterly in love with the way she was looking at him right now. To him, this was worth all the trouble he recently had and then some. If Lilith wanted the vault key pieces, he'd give them over no problem. As long as Fiona kept looking at him like this, then everything was okay.

"Hey Fi?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

The vault hunter, who seemed in this moment more interested in the president of Atlas than in hunting for vaults, grinned happily and straddled her boyfriend's lap. He eagerly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Hey Rhys?" she purred, sliding her arms around his neck.

"Yeah?" he replied avidly, his loving gaze never leaving hers.

"Kiss me..." she ordered, and he wasted no time in slotting their mouths together again.

His hands slid up her back underneath her jacket, reaching up to tug the outerwear off her body. As soon as she shucked it free from her hands, she reached forward and started unbuttoning his vest. She made quick work of that and began on his shirt. He squeezed her hips and she hummed into his mouth, slanting her face in a different angle to deepen the kiss. He sighed pleasantly against her, his hands shifting up her arms until he was able to get a firm grip on her shoulders, pushing her back until they broke away.

"You didn't say it back..." he groused, his petulant attitude softened by his pink cheeks and kiss swollen lips.

Fiona could play this game, if that's what he really wanted. "You never answered me when I asked about what old department..."

Rhys blinked, as if the moments before she had sat in his lap were far off distant memories. When the confusion cleared in his heterochromic eyes, he brightened up and looked almost boyish in his excitement. "Oh, that! Well it turns out that Atlas used to run a pet food division, like a really long time ago, and I was just futzing around with the idea that we could, ya know, maybe bring it back. I think it'd be nice to be able to produce things other than weapons, right? What do you think?"

"Huh, that would be interesting. I never knew Atlas had something like that, seems kinda off-brand for a weapons company."

"Yeah, that's why I'm kinda excited about it. We could expand to so many different projects! Imagine, Atlas apartments... Or an Atlas hospital! I was even thinking maybe a grocery-"

"Rhys."

"Yeah?"

"As adorable as it is watching you get so hyped up for future endeavors, I'm trying to threaten your chastity here."

"Oh..."

"Yeah..." Fiona pushed aside his partially open shirt, letting her fingertips graze over the curved edges of his blue chest tattoo. "Is that okay...?" She kissed him sweetly, just long enough until she felt his hands settle on her hips again.

Atlas' president smirked up at her. "You trying to score a... Touchgoal?"

"Oh shut up and kiss me already...!"

"I will, after you say it back..."

Fiona rolled her eyes, but her obvious affection for him kept her expression playfully frustrated. "Okay, fiiine... I guess you could say that on a good day, if I'm feeling generous and benevolent, and you're not being too annoying..." He was nodding along, trying to encourage her to continue. "...Then, yeah... I love you too..."

Rhys was positively beaming. "See? Was that so hard?"

"I believe I already told you to shut up, Strongfork."

"Geez Fi, it's almost like you have a crush on me or something," he snickered, leaning in to kiss her with a smile on his lips. He was pleased at the embarrassed flush over his girlfriend's face. It was rare that he could get one up on her but oh so worth it when he did.

Fiona, on her part, fell eagerly into their kiss, mostly for the fact that she knew it was probably the only way she could actually get him to shut up. And also for the fact that yeah, she really was trying to score a touchgoal.

Fun fact, in case you didn't know: in the first Borderlands game, there's a mission you do where you have to collect dog food for someone and the company that produces that food is actually Atlas!

Here's a post where Andaxay and I talk about it if you wanna see photographic evidence of the dog food can and read Andaxay's short head canon about Rhys' possible new business venture 💕

BTW if you want more rhyiona fics, I really ✨ H I G H L Y ✨ recommend Andaxay bc her writing is SO in character that she's literally one of my all time favorite writers 💖 Here is her pinned post with links and summaries to her collection of Rhys x Fiona fics

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#rhyiona #rhyiona or bust #rhys strongfork #rhys the ceo #fiona borderlands #fiona the vault hunter #borderlands #tales from the borderlands #tftbl #tftb #rin's fic

[darkkitty1208]

Hello there, may I steal a bit of your time? I recently reread Defender Strange's comic and couldn't get this idea out of my head, so I'm asking ya out, can you please write something regarding this- Stephen was gathered from a battle field and SIMTony takes him to Tower with him after kicking the bad guy's ass and takes care of that worn out.

That's it. Thanks ya for hearing me out. Lots of love!

Thank you for the prompt, lovely! 💖 Super sorry it took quite a while. (I say, knowing full well it took longer than just 'quite a while' for me to finish this. *stares at my towering pile of WIPs and prompts sitting in my ask box that I've yet to finish*)

I feel like I've sort of lost touch on my writing style (and writing as a whole) a little bit but, hey, I finished this! Haha. 

Disclaimer: I haven't read the defenders or SIM comics yet, so this whole thing is just based on my assumptions of their characters. I'm only familiar with MoM's Defender Strange, and prompter seems okay if I'd write him instead, thankfully, so yeah. ^^ Feel free to point out anything that stood out, though!

TW: This fic contains NON-CONSENSUAL TOUCHING but NO RAPE.

~

Stephen stumbled back with a grunt, but quickly managed to catch himself before his back could land on the ground. Dodging the whip Mordo sent his way, he conjured twin mandalas over his wrists that glowed a bright blue. 

"It's not too late, Stephen!" the man called out, and slid his feet away from Stephen's attack. He took rapid, calculated steps towards the other sorcerer, getting close enough to loop his arm over the man's neck in a tight grip.

"You can still join me," he said, "we can work together."

Stephen struggled against him, clawing at the arm that constructed his breathing. 

"Like hell that would convince me," Stephen huffed out, strangled, and knocked Mordo's stomach by his elbow, who stumbled back, enough to let go of him. He panted, readying his next attack as Mordo stood back up. His limbs worked almost on their own volition as they danced their familiar dance in battle, and for a moment the only sounds echoing in the air were their grunts and puffs of air, the way their boots slid against the ground, the swish of their robes flapping at each turn, the way each new band and shield and mandala they conjured emanated familiar sparks. 

Just when Stephen thought he had the upper hand, one slip of his feet and a kick to his chest had him toppling to the ground with an 'oomph', and quickly found himself wrapped around bands. He let out a yelp as his hands were squeezed against his body, and struggled against the constraints. But it was to no avail, as it held a tight, inescapable grip around him. Struggling against it only proved to make the pain worse. 

It was useless, he thought, as he stopped his ministrations and settled on glaring at the eyes staring down on him. Mordo's stern eyes, looking straight at him, suddenly shifted at the sight, turning almost… soft, to his dismay, and Stephen hardened his glare in return.

"We could've been so good together," Mordo breathed out, almost in a whisper. "I didn't want it to end this way, Stephen. But you must know I have no other choice. You must know that this is for the greater good." 

Mordo lifted his hands, and Stephen knew that, at that moment, despite his panicked struggling, he couldn't do anything as the spell was about to be cast on him. It was a simple spell, really – even a novice could cast it – but it was a deadly one. It would render any sorcerer useless if cast against them, blocking their access to channelling interdimensional energy permanently, reducing them to what they once were before being introduced to the Mystic Arts. Mordo always had great capabilities, especially in terms of magic, but to think that he had managed to master that spell for such purposes was… beyond Stephen, to put simply. 

The spell wasn’t meant to incapacitate him, he knew that much. Mordo needed something more permanent – he couldn’t risk the possibility of all else. 

The spell, he knew, was meant to break him. 

“You should be grateful, you know. Many sorcerers have died at my hand in my quest to rectify what they have meddled in the natural law,” he remarked, and Stephen scowled at him. “I do not wish for you to fall in the same fate as they do, Stephen. You are like a brother to me. And perhaps… Perhaps so much more.”

His eyes flickered away for a moment, before they resumed their steely gaze towards him. 

Stephen turned his head to the side, clenching his eyes shut and taking in ragged breaths as he braced himself for the inevitable pain. His mind swirled about in a million ways to think of an escape, but he knew there wasn't any counterspell to this, knew that hoping would only lead to nothing. 

Mordo sighed. 

"It was the only way I could think of that would be quick and painless, Stephen," he said, "So please, consider this a mercy."

Before his mind could process the words, he felt a hit over the side of his neck that made him let out a choked sound. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, there was a sudden, almost electrifying flash of blue that blasted somewhere from beside him to hit against Mordo's head, and the last thing he heard was a familiar, menacing voice that drawled in a way that had always made the hair on his nape bristle. 

There was only one thought that flitted through his head as he finally lost consciousness; Tony. 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

Mordo stumbled to the ground as something blasted against him, head whipping about as he quickly looked around for its source.

He heard heavy footsteps thump against the ground, and it took a while for him to regain his footing to face whoever – or whatever – it was. Once he adjusted his vision, he noticed there seemed to be a sharp blue glow emanating as the smoke dissipated away from the shadowy figure that was stepping towards him. Mordo wasted no time and automatically went on fighting stance, his defences up in case the man prepared another surprise attack against him. He looked to the side, finding Stephen's unconscious, prone body on the ground a few feet away. 

"You really thought it'd be that easy to get your hands on him, did you?" The low voice said to the air. 

"Who are you?" 

The smoke cleared out. A very light blue, almost white, sort of liquid danced about to then solidify into an armour, its helmet forming around a grinning face. 

"C'mon. Everybody knows me," he said, a toothy smile on display but no emotions found in his eyes, his arms spread out. The smile dropped suddenly, and the next words were spoken in a way that could send shivers down anyone's spine: "Now back off. He's not yours." 

Mordo's eyes flicked hastily to Stephen's body, back to the man, trying to think of a quick way out. 

"Tony Stark," Mordo frowned, "I should have known Stephen had gained… unexpected allies. I didn't know he was so desperate." 

There were no possible ways to escape this, he thought, and begrudgingly decided to face him. Mordo conjured a band that whipped through the air and towards the man, but failed to have any intended effect as Stark flew up to avoid it. He conjured a couple of more blasts, which were easily avoided as Stark twirled about with little 'Woah!'s and an 'Oh! Almost got me!', occasionally forming a shield around him but ultimately left unscathed at each attack, as his laughter rang in Mordo's ears. Mordo continued to grunt at each conjured attack, getting irritated by the second. At some point, the laughter ended with a nonchalant sigh.

"Okay, it's getting boring now," he said, "My turn." 

He thrusts out his repulsors, whining a short warning before an electric flash of blue striked right ahead to send Mordo flying backwards before he could think of a way to dodge it. And then he blasted another, and another, slowly floating down to the ground as he did so, playfully experimenting different positions on each blast, humming a tune meanwhile. When he was satisfied, he took his time to step ever so slowly towards Mordo's body, which was lying on its side. He turned him over to lay on his back by nudging his side with a foot. Tony stared down at him, and then tilted his head to the side, huffed, and let a menacing smile slowly form on his lips. When Mordo tried to lean up and land a punch on his face, quite successfully, he clicked his tongue, wiped the blood trickling down the slight cut on his face, huffed again, and then carded a hand through his hair. He kicked the man then, straight in the stomach, and repeated so just a couple times. Just enough so that moving any muscle would hurt. And then he pressed his foot down over the sorcerer's chest, delighting in the pained wheeze and the cough that sent blood splattering about. He pressed his foot harder down, twisting it just so that he could hear another one of Mordo's wet, ragged cough, and made a sound that was intended as a delighted giggle but came out sounding like a huff as he leaned down to whisper: "Now let that be a lesson for you to never touch what's mine ever again." 

He gave the body a last kick, turning around just as Mordo's body rolled helplessly on the ground. 

"Well, that was easy," he huffed, dusting his hands off, and turned to look at Stephen's still unconscious body. "Now to claim my lovely prize…" 

The smile returned, but this time, something glinted in his eyes. 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

When Stephen came to, it was to the sight of bright, blue lights assaulting his eyes and vague, muffled sounds of what sounded like whirring machines filtering through his ears. His eyes shut closed against the onslaught of light almost on its own accord, and he quickly regretted shaking his head as it did nothing to lessen the pounding in his temples – if anything, it grew much worse. 

Gently, he fluttered his eyes back open, squinting as he adjusted to the lighting. He looked down on himself, noting the wrapped up and bandaged wounds over his body and the absence of his robes. 

“Ah, my sleeping beauty has finally awoken.” Stephen barely suppressed a flinch at the voice. “How was your sleep, sweetheart?”  

He tried to make out the blurry figure walking over to him – even though he already had a solid guess from the voice he had heard – and when the shifting blur of the man finally came to a focus, he lifted himself by the elbows. 

"T–" he tried to croak out, and then coughed when he realised his throat was dry as a desert. 

Tony sauntered over, grabbed a cup of water from a nearby bedside table, and gently lifted it to his lips, making a gesture with his head to urge Stephen to drink. Stephen stared at the cup, glared up at the engineer, and then snatched the cup with his own trembling fingers. If Tony saw the shaking in his hands and the way he tried desperately to look casual as the water splashed onto his fingers (and if anything, was failing to), he didn’t say anything. 

He did, however, huff out in amusement.  

Stephen downed the rest of the cup, and then placed it carefully upon the table Tony had taken it from. He felt the bed dip as the engineer sat beside him, and resisted the urge to scoot over and distance himself from the man. 

A calloused hand sneaked its way to a loose strand of hair on his face, tucking it over behind his ear in unsolicited gentleness. The same fingers – again, ever so gently – gripped his chin, leaning his head down to face the man. Tony traced a thumb over the cut on his lip, and Stephen tried not to bodily shiver. 

The smirk he earned, coupled with the intent stare of the man's steely blue eyes on his own, told him he had probably failed to do so. 

Tony’s eyes were a sharp blue, and now that Stephen was looking directly at it, he noticed there seemed to be something in it he couldn’t quite put his finger on. There was something buried in them, something sinister and twisted and wrong in a way that made him feel unsettled. 

"You cut your lip…" Tony mumbled, "Does it hurt, sweetheart?" 

"Stop calling me that," he spat out. 

"I can call my sweetheart whatever I want," was his response, followed with a nonchalant shrug. "Now, answer my question. Does it hurt?" 

"Not if you stop touching it like that." 

Tony hummed. 

"He hurt you…" Tony said, a sudden sternness in his voice, a sudden shift in his expression, a silent burning in his eyes. The grip on his chin tightened, and Stephen had to stifle a wince. Tony's face gentled at that, thumb moving to rub (not) soothingly over his jaw in apology. 

"What did you do to Mordo?" Stephen asked. If and whenever Tony was involved, nothing really ended well. Mordo was his business, after all – Tony had nothing to do with it. 

"Took care of him." was the only response he received. The hand gently made its way to card over his hair, pulling out his tie and settling over his nape. Tony pulled him forward, breath inching closer to each other.  "And now, I just need to take care of you." 

Stephen's breath stuttered as he exhaled. 

"Stop touching me." 

"But you aren't pushing me away."

"I still don't want you to." 

Tony smirked. 

"You can continue to deny yourself, sweetheart, but I know you want it." 

And that was the last straw for him. Stephen lifted his hand, tried to call upon his magic, but barely managed to create sparks before he realised the ever present tingle of magic in his fingers had faded. There was… something blocking his access to channel energy and conjure magic. What previously felt like a steady stream was now blocked by some sort of unbreakable dam. 

He inspected his hand, finding what seemed to be… a bracelet, of some sort. A quick check over his other hand confirmed that a matching one wrapped around his other wrist, effectively blocking him from channelling any of his magic. 

This wasn't any worse than Mordo's spell, he thought, and a sour expression took its place upon his face. 

"Like it?" Tony asked, hands finally pulled away. "Made them just for you." 

Stephen grunted in frustration, and attempted to swing a punch towards the man, only to find it unable to move. 

A chain formed from his wrist from what seemed to be nanites that crawled its way to attach to the headboard, the other following suit. Stephen tried pulling himself forward, only to be pulled back harshly as the chain suddenly shortened itself. He struggled against the constraints, for only God knows how many times in how many occasions he had that day, and tried not to growl in frustration as Tony just chuckled at him. 

The hand snaked back towards his chest, rubbing back and forth in a way that made acid burn in the back of his throat.

"Look at you," he said, "I like it when you struggle. It’s cute. I like having you like this, baby,” Tony smoothed out Stephen’s hair again, fingers tracing the lines of his face and down his cheekbone, thumb tracing his lips as those blue eyes flickered down on it. “Now be a good boy and stay still." 

Before Stephen could protest, his words were quickly cut short as a sudden, heavy feeling clouded his head. 

"Shh, it's alright. That's it, darling. That's it," he heard Tony murmur, voice slowly morphing away. 

"Wh… 've you d…" his tongue felt heavy, his voice felt far away. His vision was blurring out at the edges, eyes drooping, and Tony's voice sounded muffled when he spoke. 

"It's okay, sweetheart, it's okay. Just go back to sleep for now. Go back to sleep.”

~

Stephen: Fuck off. Don't touch me. 

SIM: 

SIM: Denial is a river in South Africa. You love me

Stephen: I literally told you to fuck off???

Once again super sorry took a while to get back to you, prompter. My writer self is not The Best at the moment and needs some time to get back to my past writing rhythm. There's no guarantee I'll be as active as last time?

But I really do hope you enjoyed this. <3 Despite the whole… 'lowering Defender's capabilities and overpowering SIM for plot purposes' thing. I really couldn't think of another way to write it without it seeming like that. :P 

#ironstrange #fanfiction #stephen strange #tony stark #defender strange #SIM!tony #superior iron man #tw #non-con #non con touching #no rape #my fic #my writing

[pochapal]

This will be an interesting time to get into homestuck, considering everything

Umineko question for ya: Why do you think this is a Visual Novel(or as 07th expansion calls it, a Sound Novel)? They could of written a more mainstream novel. And the original version of Higurashi was a play.

probably the best time, really! if you ever get around to reading + finishing it i have a limited but comprehensive list of fics for you to check out when you're done lol.

as for the umineko question: i think this is a similar reason as to why homestuck is the way it is. the vn form allows for a better specific modulation of pacing and tone through the use of sound, art, and dialogue that a novel alone cannot accomplish. i also think in umineko's case specifically vns are often seen as "interactive" fiction and while umineko itself has no means of directly interacting with the text beyond clicking to advance it by a line, as a reader this is prompting you to have a more active involvement in the story, which in turn motivates you to further *want* to engage with and solve the mystery rather than passively letting it wash over you as can happen with traditional prose. also because "oooooOOoooOOOOOOhhhhhhh beatriceeeeEEEEEEEEEE" absolutely Needed an audio dimension for the full meaning impact and thematic importance of its existence to be conveyed. umineko is not even half the story it is without the old man shrieking.

higurashi starting out as a play is also interesting too! particularly given that (sorry to always be talking about this) homestuck's construction is deliberately evocative of a play - structured with acts and intermissions, heavy dense pages of dialogue without much prose direction - as well. this is i guess going into the construction of dramatics and maybe melodrama? ie when dealing with a text to be Performed there are certain primers/prompts that push you to engage with things on a deeper emotional level. i guess a lot of that would be pertinent with umineko's family drama angle as given the limitations of time/place/character there is something stageplay like about the story itself (i also know about the stageplay adaption and i'm very excited to get to the point where i can safely look at that). similarly this probably explains why homestuck is known for its myriad fandubs - something about the dialogue-heavy form is begging to be performed, for you to feel the words in your own throat as much as reading them in your mind. the drama makes it visceral which is probably why stories like these have such staying power in the minds and hearts of those who make it to the end.

#coolstuffiseverywhere

[underthesocks]

My aftg fic ideas:

- AFTG different povs

- Mary commits suicide

- Tilda in relationship with social worker (based on a guy I knew)

- AFTG martial arts AU

- AFTG sailing AU (very vague because idk what exactly I want here)

My DC fic ideas:

- Tim doesn't become Robin (still finds a way to help batman, though), but his parents still die, and Steph still becomes Robin

- Iron Man and Batman universe swap (probably done already, but shhh, I have an idea)

- Mystery fic

My PJO fic idea:

- What if Poseidon was nice just because he wanted to avoid Percy getting swayed by Luke and gods' involvement was a but more like the one in Illiad iykwim.

My original story ideas:

- Psychological/YA with some fantasy elements about daughter of serial killer victim

- YA thingy where I completely abuse one of the nicest characters to even exist during his found family adventure with some random criminal and an orphan

- Fantasy/Romance that got prompted by a quote from Master and Margarita by Michail Bulhakov

- Psychological/Thriller (maybe also fantasy) where I tackle the subject of toxic relationships between two mentally ill teenagers.

- Dark YA with some folklore/mythological stuff and magical forest prompted by a nightmare I had. (Told from the antagonists' Pov)

- My attempt at writing the most shallow character I could think of, who does stupid things without any deep reasons you can analyse

- YA/Fantasy that is kind of commentary on war and also influenced a little bit by my lecture of Machiavelli's "Prince"

- I just read Six of Crows and decided to get creative with similar tropes

- We're destroying the monarchy from Monarchy's pov

#all for the game #aftg #aftg wip #dc comics #fanfic #writing #og character #og story #pjo #i hat to write it down to sort it out #you guys are free to tell me which one interests you the most

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Hello!! First of all, I hope you have been doing well! Second of all, I’ve been meaning to tell this to you for so long but I really like that one art you made for komanami week. The one where HPA Komaeda and Nanami kiss (But honestly I’m obsessed with each piece you’ve made for the week glhlh). It inspired me to have this headcanon: I like to think that they had something close to relationship back in Hope’s Peak but neither were good at the whole romance thing and human interaction in general so they never realized and thought that that’s just how friendships work. Probably had a sleepover once where they slept in the same bed and they always hug a lot and hold hands. So their classmates are just left confused whether they’re dating or not lol

That your art also gave me this idea: maybe Nanami would try to do something about it and make the first move so she tries to kiss Komaeda once while they’re doing homework together in the library, but she gets too embarrassed and scared of losing the friendship they have right now and just runs away after, while Komaeda is left embarrassed and confused too. But due to his self esteem the idea that someone, esp someone like Nanami-san, would be into him seems impossible so he decides that maybe she just wanted to use him as a practice for kissing someone else. So in the end neither of them ever bring it up again xD

And for the last: I’ve been very busy lately but I still would love to host a komanami week until the year ends. I can’t promise anything, but so far late October/early November seem like the most likely dates. Would you like to participate if I manage to host it and would this date be comfortable enough for you? :0 I wanted to ask all artists that might be interested so yeah, hope this is okay ^^

Awwwws you’re always so sweet 🥰

That headcanon of yours reminds me of this one komanami fic I read where Nagi and Chiaki are technically dating but Nagito is too lost in the self-depreciating sauce that he doesn’t want to acknowledge it lol. These two can be so prone to miscommunication due to their awkward social skills and that’s part of their appeal honestly. As far as another Komanami Week goes I would adore to do it again but my schedule this year has left me with not as much time to do as much art as I did last year 😭 I would most likely have the best time to actually get prompts done during late November, and December since that’s when things get a little slower at work—which means for me the ideal time for a Komanami week to happen would be probs like the beginning of next year so I can have the slow period at work to work on it. Though, if ya go ahead and make it sometime in late October or November I’ll see if I can manage to get a prompt or two in! I probably won’t be able to do the whole week like last time but I’d still like to make em a lil somethin’ somethin’ ^-^. Thanks for asking me again!

#c0rrupted-mov #danganronpa #komanami #fala replies #a e i o queue

[the-yearning-astronaut]

I'm probably gonna cave and start writing Murderbot fic.... I haven't written fic in months so uhhhh this should be fun 😂 gonna start off with some short, unambitious slice of life type stuff and see where that takes me. I think the last fics I wrote were short bits for Whumptober...

Prompt suggestions would be appreciated! just know I may or may not actually get to them. I just need to get the inspiration rolling, ya know? I'll keep a running list of ideas below the cut. Some of these MAY end up being used for art prompts too...

Prompts:

MB gets a haircut -- it doesn't end going very well (emotionally) [W]

Something goes very wrong (as usual) and MB sustains an injury to its leg that MedSys is unable to fix on its own. [A, W]

MB with chronic pain [W]

Something something idek I just think it could be fun to write MB going absolutely feral on someone that dared messing with its humans/ART [A, W]

Explorations of nonhuman intimacy [A, W]

Prelude and/or Coda to the fic I Won't Stop You [W]

Rooms and homes... [A, W]

Cat!ART (like the one in wtnv) [A] ✓

university au but make it have robots and ai still [W]

first meeting but art's pov [W]

Crochet [W]

Flower crowns [A, W]

[V:A] -- chaps 11, 19, 22 [A]

Bulkhead keldabe [A]

Big 🥄 little 🥄 [A]

I'm Fine sweatshirt [A, W]

ART as power source [A, W]

Fic illustrations [A]

#fox thoughts #the murderbot diaries #Murderbot #and just throwing it out in the tags but #im open to (almost) any flavor of relationship for MB and ART #not feeling any mb and human ships tho

[wileys-russo]

hello, since you liked my previous long ass ask a few days ago, im here again with more thoughts (and mostly compliments)

characters: i really like that the main characters of your stories have their own unique dynamics which change from fic to fic. for example, the childhood sweethearts protagonist reads different from a date to remember protagonist, and similarly fresa and pollito read much different from each other. yes, i see the similarities in them but I also see how they interact with others in their own unique ways, i enjoy that and I appreciate how they are consistent within their own series.

a lot of it comes down to how you write players (and I believe someone else also pointed this out recently but); their personalities make sense (ofcourse I don’t really know what they’re like irl but their interpretations make sense in a headcannon sort of way).  

(i digress here so feel free to ignore this part) this is something i notice in recent videogames as well, in most early videogames all characters were written as “empty shells” so people could project their own personalities onto them and “relate” to them better but modern video games have started to also give their main characters some personality traits which make them more likeable and easier to relate to which leads to better storytelling and quests.

(controversial?) but i really like that you don’t use the “y/n” thing, it just breaks the flow of conversations and I just think its neat when people find a way around it

(super controversial?) (forgive me) I don’t think I am an alessia girlie but I do love the way you write her.

she is lovely and talented and brilliant and its adorable how she answers every question with “ya its incredible…”

plot: ohf, i appreciate you trying to find unique prompts and settings. it takes time and effort and is a challenge to rethink setting and situation every time. Moreover, these things just take time ya know (and but as a reader its worth the wait).

i used to work on an animated series, and our writers used to struggle with things like character consistency, repetitive plots, dialogues etc so wanted to highlight these points and say good job. creating art in any form or shape or kind and posting it is nerve-wrecking and scary, so I appreciate everyone who tries.

tiny bits of slang and localisation is just so satisfying. a little bit of “hoover”, “crisps” or “arvo” depending on their intended nationality, makes me happy.  

----

finally, its time for some beef i.e an unserious reaction to things the reader does

cutting the crusts off toast: the crust is an important part of the toast; you cannot just cut it off?!?! 1/5.

Hate against olives and tomatoes: is this a texture thing? if yes, i get it. no i dont. 2.5/5.

Nail biting: the amount of gErMs NO!. -15/5.

fidgeting with jewelry: you must, you cannot not. 5/5

using chopsticks or a spoon to eat certain snacks: super valid. ate and left no crumbs (literally). 10/5.  

sticky notes to help study: effective. 7/5.  

reading a book poolside on vacation: -5/5 (will not be explaining this one)

smushing strawberries against your face instead of eating them: crime/10.

causing trouble and blaming it on someone else (mapi) – perfect/5. (+ all pollito fics are so funny)

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as always, I hope you are well and have a good day :)

I once again am rendered speechless and wish I could say more but thank you so much for your kind compliments and thoughts, it means a lot!! 💞

#answered asks

[ourfag]

Hey; do you write any fic? Love the slab discourse

i DO!!!! more often than i post it thats for sure 😔 im a Very Slow writer and typically when i manage to “finish” a fic it’s because ive chosen to operate under an externally imposed set of parameters with a time limit like a daily prompt thing or a gift exchange. which isnt to say theyre lesser fics! functionally speaking those parameters are accessibility aids to me. having a scaffold like that allows me not only to Create at a much more rapid pace but also to experience Finishing (and therefore being able to Share and receive Feedback on) a piece of written work, the same way a preponderance of benches (or a set of lofstrand crutches someday knock on wood) allows me to experience a less-painful visit to the art gallery. but i think part of the reason im able to respond so well to this scaffolding is because of how spontaneous the process necessarily is—the fic doesn’t have time to sit in my head and cook; it goes straight into the doc. on the other hand most of the WIPs that occurred to me organically give me immense trouble because the process of transcribing the story in my head into a very long string of words is akin to excising a foreign mass from my body, not only in that it is laborious and involves displaying regions of my innards that were simply not designed for contact with open air but also in that there are many more ways to do it wrong than to do it right, and if i don’t want to sew myself up at the end with fragments of the mass still in there, then I Had Better Do It Right.

TL;DR: ya

[stars-in-our-oceans]

Scroll past if you dont wanna read my incoherent rambling while brainstorming the FUCK outta this fic

Avatrice au prompt that I also wanna write lol TM TM TM TM TM TM MOTHERFUCKERS

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Beatrice is a sculpture amongst five artist who were selected to go through a paid internship (paid internships amirite) at the louvre. This internship would allow artist to push their creative bounds outside of all the boxes that may have constricted them in their daily lives.

When they all finished their pieces their predecessors would pick and choose which pieces were “worthy” of being apart of the museum's modern artist showing. Each of the artist who were selected had only a year to finish all of their pieces, but Beatrice finished hers in under 8 months.

Mostly due to the fact that she would stay working until the sunrise because she was a perfectionist but also... she was passionate.

However so was Ava once upon a time, but now all he can do is sit and watch through the lifeless eyes of a statue... [BANGER]

Or

Ava can only sit and watch Beatrice work through one of the paintings in the museum

- So maybe… Sister Francis who’s like the wicked witch, cursed Ava to watch her life pass her by (kinda like an continuation for her time spent in the orphanage as a paraplegic) so like being trapped in a painting/statue, was sister Francis’ way of “sparing her from death.” THIS CAN STILL APPLY IF I PLAN ACCORDINGLY ND SWITCH UP SOME THINGS BEAR (haha pun , im so funny iykyk) WITH ME

- WAIT SO LIKE WHAT IF AVA STILL HAS THE HALO JAMMED IN HER BACK AFTER HAVING ALREADY BEEN KILLED BY SIS FRANCIS (WHICH SISTER KNEW THIS BUT USED HER TO HIDE THE ARTIFACT IN THE PAINTING/SCULPTURE ALONG WITH AVA WITHOUT REALIZING THAT IT WOULD RESURRECT HER LOL) this is kinda contradictory lol

- I was also thinking whichever pieces Ava is “trapped” in or “bound” to, belonged to one of the predecessors that was also selected at one point just like Beatrice. Which obviously makes this person very likely to have had something to do with what happened to Ava. I mean technically the predecessor could have smth to do with what happened to Ava, like this person worked with sister Francis and made the sculpture so she would have somewhere to hide the halo (not anticipating a entire human being apart of the equation but ya know life or whatever 👁️👄👁️)

- Beatrice however does end up finding out about Ava’s situation (SOMEHOW) Beatrice probably things its just sleep deprivation when she sees a singular teardrop fall from the eyes of the statue or like fucking uhhhh???

- Beatrice then is somehow convinced later on that she can break the curse (bc Ava’s smart ass would definitely find a way to fuck w bea) so bea maybe finds out about the existence of another witch (Lilith) to help her break the curse, if shes will lol

- the part im having trouble with is incorporating Lilith into the story because odds are bea doesn’t know about the supernatural 🤩 so like the FUCK would she seek out a random witch for???? Uhhhhh mayhaps Lilith senses the halos energy AFTER it activates and goes to investigate in the museum but also figured thatd draw too much attention, so she finds a way to get a job there.. which is how she comes across BEATRICE HUZZAH 🎉 YALL I JUST FIGURED OUT MY OWN PLOT HOLE IT MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE TO YALL BUT HELL

- Also, Camila, Yasmin, Mary, Shannon, along with Beatrice are the candidates for the internship. (Camila and Beatrice are roommates) (Shannon and Mary are married and roommates WHAT ARE THE ODDS!!?!??) and YASMINE UHHH lives nearby (bc the internship also paid for housing, and Yasmin didn’t really require the housing still determining whether or not she is a nun)

- so Shannon and Mary were never nuns nor part of the convent, Beatrice is a reformed nun who decided art was more important than her vows (slay sister artist), Camila was getting her masters in cyber security but had always felt her true calling was art and saw this opportunity and took it, and yea I guess Yasmin is still a nun in this au but like of the more chill variety (so in terms of where she stays which is the convent, she was able to get lucky enough to commute back n forth to the museum due to the short distance)

- also Camila decided to either stay late with Beatrice one night/come pick bea up and witnesses the weird aforementioned thing Ava does in the sculpture or painting after being revived by the halo and unlike ya know screaming when she awoke 🥹😖 (god this is somehow sadder than the actual storyline wth imo) she has to silently cry instead out of the sculpture LIKE IN THAT ONE SCENE IN THE SHOW OMFG YOU KNOW THE ONE WHEN AVA AND MARY SLEEP IN THE CHURCH IN THAT ONE TOWN YEAH

- okay… so it is 5am but I am sticking with the sculpture idea bc the fucking teardrop sounds cool lollll like bea sees it, wipes her eyes blinking hard, and Camila is just like 🧍🏻”ayo they done sprung a leak in here???” BUT THIS TIME IT AINT A FUCKING LEAK YO WHAT??!??? CRAZY!???!?

- also yea Lilith DEF a security guard (so she has clearance to being in the museum late at night idc if thats not how it is irl this will be biblically accurate information in my au) and that is how she comes across bea and Camila (ooh woo *winks*) bc you already know im going to have Beatrice use Camila as leverage to steal Lilith’s heart so they can help get Ava outta the sculpture (also Camila and bea are allowed to stay late too yea yea bc they sectioned off apart of the museum for them to work where Ava’s sculpture happened to be hehehe, im scheming, gay scheming, if I may HEHEHEE)

- so like idk what else to add currently bc if el halo is still in Ava’s back when she gets out of the sculpture then she can magically walk again but like not immediately (bc like after she gets out bea, Camila, and Lilith too lol bc she will be the witchy bestie chasing after Camila like a lost puppy , ANYWAYS they realize that they cant just take a freaked out, unstable, Ava to the hospital w/o questions arising bc in this she was declared “missing” from the orphanage, ANYWAYS X2 Sorry I have adhd unmedicated, they take Ava back to bea and cam’s apartment nd call Shannon and Mary bc Mary is a nurse (we love a multi tasking queen) who helps alba and what not. Mary and Shannon come to find out what happened, but also bea and cam let ava stay “secretly” in their apartment so they can figure out wtf to do from there)

- nd like tbh i dont wanna make huge conflict bc ava already been hurt enough but after she gets out of the sculpture she gets to know bea and all that cute shit and gets to experience the life she missed out on, but that would create a plot hole bc if Lilith can sense the halo that means Francis can too (so who knows ava may find out the halo gives her powers and kills Francis by “accident” in this timeline too HAHAH) so maybe Francis sends the predecessor who created the sculpture only to find it shattered

I know this is getting away from the internship aspect of the story (im trying to be consistent bc like bea, cam, and Lilith needed to have a reason to be in the museum that late at night but like if they all worked there thatd be BORING so im improvising but THIS IS JUST BRAINSTORMING) and also kinda overshadowing yasmin (so as much as I love her she may just be a far removed side character reeeee)

- ANOTHA ONE, OKAY SO LIKE WHAT IF BEATRICE FOR SOME UNGODLY REASON HAS A NECKLACE THAT HAS DIVINIUM IN IT STARTS GLOWING AFTER AVA WAKES UP ANYTIME BEA IS NEAR THE SCULPTURE REEEEEEEE (yall the smile on my face bc I feel like I’ve cracked another code, or you could say YOU COULD SAY IVE CONNECTED THE DOTS)

- also like what if mommy- sorry mother 🥸 superion was like the person who overlooked their progress on their pieces, obviously bea is way ahead of everyone else, overachieving bichass [endearingly] 🙄 , but yea LOL

FUCK OKAY TIME TO PUT THIS IN A DOC BC MY HEAD HURTS STARING AT THIS WHITE SCREEN

#warrior nun #avatrice #warrior nun au