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im going to skim a handful of the most popular saw fanfiction and then tell you what i think the plot of the saw film franchise is, ok?

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I just hate perpetuation of cheating. Rumors or not. It’s not something to glorify…

I want this ABY era to be over lol

I’m so feed up with the whole sydglen content. Can we move on to the real projects? Hitman? Twisters? I’m just tired of her.

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@hookslove1592 of course love!! So glad you like it!!

Dead Flowers

Summary: Your boyfriend has been cheating on you. After you confronted him about it, he's been trying to make it up to you. On a night out, he takes you to an old Navy bar to meet his brother. But what gets your attention is his brother's best friend, Hangman

Pairings: Jake Seresin X reader Dylan OC X reader

Word Count: 1,400

Masterlist

Looking up from washing the same glass you’ve been washing for the last seven minutes, you stare out the open kitchen window into the backyard. The trees are filled with bright green leaves. The grass is lush and full from just being cut this morning. The sun is shining, and there’s birds fluttering near your birdfeeder. You can feel the warmth of the sun spilling into the room and you can hear neighborhood kids playing in the next yard over. 

As soon as you glance back inside, the façade fades. You can see the vase of flowers your boyfriend brought home. They’re the same dead flowers that have been on the counter for the last four weeks. The water has turned gray, the leaves of shriveled up and some petals lay on the counter. You can’t help but feel like those dead flowers.

Your boyfriend, Dylan has been trying. He’s actually been putting an effort since you found out about his affair. He promised it was over, he promised it wouldn’t happen again, he promised he didn’t love her. He promised a lot of things, but you just don’t care anymore. 

Dylan walks in and ask you “Wow isn’t it such a nice day?” As he gets closer to you, he wraps his arms around you and gives you a kiss on the cheek. It doesn’t feel like it used to. It feels cold and hollow like an empty promise.

“What do you say I take you out tonight? My brother just got to town. I’d love to introduce you to him and his squad.” He asks excitedly.

“That sounds nice.” You lie.

You rinse the glass you’ve been stuck on and set it over to dry and pick up another one. It looks just like the last one. You feel like you’re stuck on an endless loop of monotony. You’re hoping these feelings will pass. Maybe everyone who has been cheated on feels like this. You should probably talk to a therapist, but you can barely even admit things to yourself, let alone a stranger. 

Still, you realize that you should try to put in the effort. You pick out a dress and some decent flats. You put on some make up and some lipstick and straighten your hair. The woman in the mirror in front of you looks the part, but inside you still feel like that vase of dead flowers, sitting on the counter. 

Dylan takes your arm and leads you out to his car. Glancing back at the house you notice the wilted tulips in the garden bed. You planted them too early and they wilted in the frozen mornings. They looked pretty, but they had no life left in them.

You were surprised when you were driving dearly a half an hour and still hadn’t gotten to the restaurant yet. “Where are we going?” You asked him, genuinely curious. 

“Well, I thought I would take you to the place where my brother was most comfortable. Those navy guys, are usually too rowdy for public.” He chuckled to himself. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued. When you finally pull up to your destination, you read the huge sign on the front of the building “Harddeck? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, but my brother comes here all the time when he’s on shoreleave. You should ask him” he suggests hopefully. 

You don’t know if Dylan even knows there’s something wrong with you. Maybe he’s just ignoring it trying to make up for what he did. It breaks your heart to see him trying so hard, but you can’t get yourself to care. 

When you get inside, Dylan offers to get you a drink, you nod and follow him to the bar. He orders you a vodka cranberry. You’re not even disappointed. You’ve been together for 3 years and he still has no clue what you like to drink. But you take the glass any way it because it’s easier than fighting about it.

Dylan takes his craft beer and leads you to a group of men and women dressed in khaki uniforms circled around a pool table at the back of the bar. Dylan introduces you to his foster brother Bradley. Immediately, Bradley pulls you in for a tight hug. 

“It’s so nice to meet you. My brother tells me great things.” He says with a warm and genuine smile. 

“Thanks. He’s told me good things about you too. He’s really proud of you.” You tell him honestly. 

Bradley introduces you to several other people at the table and you make polite small talk with them before excusing yourself to the restroom. You weren’t expecting everyone to be so friendly, but even more so you weren't expecting Dylan to be so talkative. He tried to include you in everything tonight, you finally just had to pull away. Just for a minute. He might be able to fake it, but you don’t think you could for much longer. 

On the way back from the bathroom, you stop at the bar and order a margarita and an extra shot of tequila. 

“Long night?” An unfamiliar voice asks from your left. 

When you turn to look at him, the first thing you noticed was his smirk. It was the perfect mix of cocky and charming. 

“You have no idea.” You tell him before turning back to your drink. You knew this wouldn’t be the end of the conversation, you wanted him to pursue you. So when he put his arm around your bar stool, you hid a longing shudder. 

“Name’s Hangman.” He tells you, pulling you closer. 

You try to hide the smile and blush appearing on your cheeks. “Hangman? Where’s you get that kind of name?”

“I can show you if you like.” He whispers in your ear. 

Immediately, you shoot out up and out of your stool. “I uhh—I’m here with somebody!” You quickly explain. 

“I don’t see him buying you a drink.” He says pointing out the obvious. 

“He’s playing pool.” You say pointing to the back of the bar.

“Shame.” He says nodding his head. “You look like you needed to feel something tonight.”

You walk past the shockingly attractive man back to Dylan and his brother and shake the tingling sensation off your extremities. 

“Hey babe.” Dylan says when he sees you again. “Wanna get me a drink?”  

“Um I just got one.” You tell him.

He looks down at your hands and you realize you gorgeous your drink on the bar. When you look to see if it’s still there, the same gorgeous man is walking up to you, your drink in hand. 

“Missing something?” Hangman asks you. 

“I uhh—” 

“Jake! This is my girlfriend, the one I’ve been telling you guys about.” Dylan said introducing you. 

“Pleasure.” Jake handing you your glass and winking. 

“Oh knock it off Seresin, she’s taken.” Bradley said shoving Jake, after seeing the exchange. 

Dylan didn’t appear to notice anything out of the ordinary as he lined up his next shot on the table. The cue ball hit the eight and sunk it in the pocket, winning the game. 

“Ready for a real challenge?” Jake asked your boyfriend.

“Rack ‘em.” Dylan joked. 

You watch the two of them hit back and forth. You can see Dylan is getting more and more frustrated. He starts throwing his cue around when he misses a shot. It’s embarrassing you, but the other Navy guys don’t seem to mind. Actually, they seemed to be amused by the show. When Jake finally beats him, the rest of the group burst out into cheers. 

“Am I missing something?” You ask to no one in particular.

“Loser buys a round.” Bradley calls out. Bradley puts his arm around Dylan and lead him to the bar. 

Jake walks over to after a moment. He doesn’t say anything, thankfully. Because you’re too focused on how good he smells to put a sentence together. He stands next to you and watches Dylan and Bradley order a mess of drinks for everyone. As they turn around and come back, you notice they only have beers, nothing for you and you make a face. 

Hangman must have noticed it, because he leans over to you and whispers, “ready for an upgrade?”

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Me too! 100 percent on the money

I’ve seen argyle in theaters 3 times and let me tell you the first time I heard “well I miss Rachel!” I nearly died. It was so clear he loved her in that moment

Yeah, right?

At first, it might have seemed like: well, maybe Elly will give him a chance in the end - that classic plot.

And then: Wait a minute! What's going on here? He knows her! Omg! He loves her!

It must have been so flustering for Aidan. He'd waited so long and then watched Elly show no signs of remembering him, of remembering who she was.

I love how the story gradually reveals the strength of their feelings for each other. ♥

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Dead Flowers

Summary: Your boyfriend has been cheating on you. After you confronted him about it, he's been trying to make it up to you. On a night out, he takes you to an old Navy bar to meet his brother. But what gets your attention is his brother's best friend, Hangman

Pairings: Jake Seresin X reader Dylan OC X reader

Word Count: 1,400

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Looking up from washing the same glass you’ve been washing for the last seven minutes, you stare out the open kitchen window into the backyard. The trees are filled with bright green leaves. The grass is lush and full from just being cut this morning. The sun is shining, and there’s birds fluttering near your birdfeeder. You can feel the warmth of the sun spilling into the room and you can hear neighborhood kids playing in the next yard over. 

As soon as you glance back inside, the façade fades. You can see the vase of flowers your boyfriend brought home. They’re the same dead flowers that have been on the counter for the last four weeks. The water has turned gray, the leaves of shriveled up and some petals lay on the counter. You can’t help but feel like those dead flowers.

Your boyfriend, Dylan has been trying. He’s actually been putting an effort since you found out about his affair. He promised it was over, he promised it wouldn’t happen again, he promised he didn’t love her. He promised a lot of things, but you just don’t care anymore. 

Dylan walks in and ask you “Wow isn’t it such a nice day?” As he gets closer to you, he wraps his arms around you and gives you a kiss on the cheek. It doesn’t feel like it used to. It feels cold and hollow like an empty promise.

“What do you say I take you out tonight? My brother just got to town. I’d love to introduce you to him and his squad.” He asks excitedly.

“That sounds nice.” You lie.

You rinse the glass you’ve been stuck on and set it over to dry and pick up another one. It looks just like the last one. You feel like you’re stuck on an endless loop of monotony. You’re hoping these feelings will pass. Maybe everyone who has been cheated on feels like this. You should probably talk to a therapist, but you can barely even admit things to yourself, let alone a stranger. 

Still, you realize that you should try to put in the effort. You pick out a dress and some decent flats. You put on some make up and some lipstick and straighten your hair. The woman in the mirror in front of you looks the part, but inside you still feel like that vase of dead flowers, sitting on the counter. 

Dylan takes your arm and leads you out to his car. Glancing back at the house you notice the wilted tulips in the garden bed. You planted them too early and they wilted in the frozen mornings. They looked pretty, but they had no life left in them.

You were surprised when you were driving dearly a half an hour and still hadn’t gotten to the restaurant yet. “Where are we going?” You asked him, genuinely curious. 

“Well, I thought I would take you to the place where my brother was most comfortable. Those navy guys, are usually too rowdy for public.” He chuckled to himself. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued. When you finally pull up to your destination, you read the huge sign on the front of the building “Harddeck? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, but my brother comes here all the time when he’s on shoreleave. You should ask him” he suggests hopefully. 

You don’t know if Dylan even knows there’s something wrong with you. Maybe he’s just ignoring it trying to make up for what he did. It breaks your heart to see him trying so hard, but you can’t get yourself to care. 

When you get inside, Dylan offers to get you a drink, you nod and follow him to the bar. He orders you a vodka cranberry. You’re not even disappointed. You’ve been together for 3 years and he still has no clue what you like to drink. But you take the glass any way it because it’s easier than fighting about it.

Dylan takes his craft beer and leads you to a group of men and women dressed in khaki uniforms circled around a pool table at the back of the bar. Dylan introduces you to his foster brother Bradley. Immediately, Bradley pulls you in for a tight hug. 

“It’s so nice to meet you. My brother tells me great things.” He says with a warm and genuine smile. 

“Thanks. He’s told me good things about you too. He’s really proud of you.” You tell him honestly. 

Bradley introduces you to several other people at the table and you make polite small talk with them before excusing yourself to the restroom. You weren’t expecting everyone to be so friendly, but even more so you weren't expecting Dylan to be so talkative. He tried to include you in everything tonight, you finally just had to pull away. Just for a minute. He might be able to fake it, but you don’t think you could for much longer. 

On the way back from the bathroom, you stop at the bar and order a margarita and an extra shot of tequila. 

“Long night?” An unfamiliar voice asks from your left. 

When you turn to look at him, the first thing you noticed was his smirk. It was the perfect mix of cocky and charming. 

“You have no idea.” You tell him before turning back to your drink. You knew this wouldn’t be the end of the conversation, you wanted him to pursue you. So when he put his arm around your bar stool, you hid a longing shudder. 

“Name’s Hangman.” He tells you, pulling you closer. 

You try to hide the smile and blush appearing on your cheeks. “Hangman? Where’s you get that kind of name?”

“I can show you if you like.” He whispers in your ear. 

Immediately, you shoot out up and out of your stool. “I uhh—I’m here with somebody!” You quickly explain. 

“I don’t see him buying you a drink.” He says pointing out the obvious. 

“He’s playing pool.” You say pointing to the back of the bar.

“Shame.” He says nodding his head. “You look like you needed to feel something tonight.”

You walk past the shockingly attractive man back to Dylan and his brother and shake the tingling sensation off your extremities. 

“Hey babe.” Dylan says when he sees you again. “Wanna get me a drink?”  

“Um I just got one.” You tell him.

He looks down at your hands and you realize you gorgeous your drink on the bar. When you look to see if it’s still there, the same gorgeous man is walking up to you, your drink in hand. 

“Missing something?” Hangman asks you. 

“I uhh—” 

“Jake! This is my girlfriend, the one I’ve been telling you guys about.” Dylan said introducing you. 

“Pleasure.” Jake handing you your glass and winking. 

“Oh knock it off Seresin, she’s taken.” Bradley said shoving Jake, after seeing the exchange. 

Dylan didn’t appear to notice anything out of the ordinary as he lined up his next shot on the table. The cue ball hit the eight and sunk it in the pocket, winning the game. 

“Ready for a real challenge?” Jake asked your boyfriend.

“Rack ‘em.” Dylan joked. 

You watch the two of them hit back and forth. You can see Dylan is getting more and more frustrated. He starts throwing his cue around when he misses a shot. It’s embarrassing you, but the other Navy guys don’t seem to mind. Actually, they seemed to be amused by the show. When Jake finally beats him, the rest of the group burst out into cheers. 

“Am I missing something?” You ask to no one in particular.

“Loser buys a round.” Bradley calls out. Bradley puts his arm around Dylan and lead him to the bar. 

Jake walks over to after a moment. He doesn’t say anything, thankfully. Because you’re too focused on how good he smells to put a sentence together. He stands next to you and watches Dylan and Bradley order a mess of drinks for everyone. As they turn around and come back, you notice they only have beers, nothing for you and you make a face. 

Hangman must have noticed it, because he leans over to you and whispers, “ready for an upgrade?”

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For all the faults Jake Seresin has, being a selfish lover is not one of them.

Jake saw you at the bar waiting for him. You were having a shitty day and not in the mood for conversation.

He ordered your favorite drink and started walking over to you. You didn’t let your mouth crack into a smile even though it wanted to. He’s trying, and it’s cute, but you’re still not in the mood.

You can feel the warmth of his body behind you as he gently reaches from behind you and sets your glass on the counter in front of you. He presses his full torso against you back and leans in to whisper in your ear.

“You look thirsty.”

You give him a sideways glance and he wraps his arms around you pulling you close. He gently presses his lips to your neck and waits for you to submit.

“Thanks.” You whisper back.

Jake slides his arm down your stomach and between your legs. The feeling makes you quiver.

“Very thirsty. Naughty girl.” He breathes into your ear.

“Jake.” You caution him. “We’re in public.”

When he doesn’t stop you put your hand over his urging him to take his hand away.

“You really want me to stop? Then make me.” He growls into your hair.

You hand drops from his. You grasp your glass with both hands, trying not to make what’s happening to you obvious.

Jake slides his hand underneath your panties and slides his finger over your slick folds. He taunts you, drawing circles around your clit. Rubbing you achingly slow. You bite your lip to stifle a moan.

“We’re in public.” He reminds you sternly.

You nod and take a sip of your drink. Jake pushes a finger inside you as the alcohol burns your throat. He’s finally touching you like you need him to. He’s rubbing you from the inside and out, massaging your clit back and forth. He works his fingers into a rhythm getting your dripping wet. When he asks you to cum for him in front of all these people, you can’t help the wave of orgasm that follows.

“Just wait til I get you home.” He promises before kissing your neck and paying for your tab. You knew you were in for one hell of a night

*screeches in feral whore*

This is brilliant. I am in love. And also hor-💥🔫

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My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

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Your Sister's Wedding

Summary: Your sister is getting married off the coast of Italy to Bob Floyd. Son of Mr. and Mrs. Millionaire Floyd. While you feel completely out of place sitting on a yacht, you meet a certain cocky pilot that makes the trip just a little better.

Pairings: Jake Seresin X reader

Word Count: 1,500

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As you drag your overweight suitcase, stuffed to the brim, from your apartment to your Uber, you grumble to yourself. “She just had to get married in Italy.” Of course your perfect sister had to get married in Italy. Her soon to be perfect husband has been stationed there for the last three years. They met on an extended shore leave, and she fell head over heels in record time. You don’t know if she fell for him or his family, but that isn’t giving your sister enough credit. Bob does treat her right. At least he seems just as obsessed with her as she is with him. Your sister was born to be a housewife. She needs to be pampered. Besides, you don’t think she could hold down a real job to save her life. She’s always been a princess. So, it’s no surprise she picked someone that is going to treat her the same.

Still, you didn’t think you’d have to take off a full two weeks of work, use your entire vacation, personal days, and your sick leave for the whole year to attend her over-the-top wedding. But you love your sister, so you’re going. That doesn’t mean you’re not gonna stop complaining though.  A 16-hour flight, a shuttle, and a taxi ride later, you finally show up to a marina by the coast. You take your suitcase out of the trunk awkwardly and stare at the massive group of people crowded around your sister.   You pull your suitcase wheels through the cobblestone parking lot and down to the clubhouse where the crowd is. Your mom comes over and gives you a big hug right away and your dad calls over a guy in uniform to take your suitcase. “Geez did Ashley pick a fancy enough place for a welcome party?” You chuckle under your breath. Your mom responds “Oh this is just the beginning. Bob’s parents thought they would treat the wedding party” she says excitedly. “While the rest of us are getting everything in place for the wedding, you guys are going to be spending the week all expenses paid around Italy, oceanside!”  What the fuck mom  “What do you mean I’m spending a week on a boat? I didn’t pack for that!” You nearly shout.  “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. I’m sure whatever you have is fine.” she assures you.  You grab two glasses of champagne off a waiter’s nearby tray and chug both drinks. This is going to be a long fucking 10 days. Your sister and Bob give the announcement about itinerary and give  an embarrassingly stomach churning display of affection along with it. You watch as your parents schmooze with the rest of the guests and Bobs parents. They all seem to be having the time of their loves. You, on the other hand feel extremely out of place. 

You don’t even get to talk to your sister before the staff starts ushering the wedding party down to the docks and onto the boat. Ship is more like it; the thing is massive. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced. Once onboard, a line of stewardesses and deckhands introduce themselves to everyone. 

The head stewardess leads you and everyone else through each bedroom, sitting room, your sister’s master bedroom, kitchen, galley, and up to the top deck where you see a massive hot tub sitting right next to a full bar. You have to keep yourself from rolling your eyes constantly. Why would someone need something this extravagant? 

With each room, you’re feeling more and more insecure. As you’re looking around, all of the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, you feel extremely underdressed. You wore leggings and a baggy T-shirt on the plane, but it looks like everybody else got the memo to dress up. What’s worse, is you don’t know a single person, other than your sister and her fiancé, but you’re stuck with seven other people who look like they are right at home.  While the rest of people are ordering drinks and taking selfies on the top deck, you sneak down the stairs and head into the galley. God you need a drink.  “Not much for socializing” a deep voice startles you. 

You jump and turn around to see what can only be described as a Ken doll standing in the doorway. He looks smug with his legs crossed leaning against the doorframe.  “Believe it or not, this really isn’t my kind of thing.” You tell him matter-of-factly.  The man chuckles “I figured.” “So what are you doing down here?” You ask him. He looks like the exact type of person that would go yachting in his spare time. He was wearing an expensive white button-down with khaki slacks and boat shoes with no socks. You figured that he must be from Bob’s side of the family. “Same as you.” He shrugs, walking closer to the island in the galley where you’re standing. 

It makes you eye him skeptically. 

“I am here for Bob. This is really more of his thing.” He says gesturing to the boat.  So you were right. He is from Bob’s side.  Before you can ask him anything else, one of the stewardesses comes into the kitchen. “Excuse me, but Ashley and Bob would like to make a toast with all of the wedding party.” “Shall we?” He asks you. You nod your head and follow him upstairs back on deck. 

“My name is Jake by the way” he says with a wink. The wink makes you roll your eyes, but you tell him your name back. When you get back on the top deck, your sister and Bob gave a similar speech to the one they just gave on shore.  Only this time it was a little more R-rated. Honestly, you think it’s just another excuse to show off. 

On the plus side you were finally offered a drink. Jake chuckled at you when you took two. Your sister starts talking about the itinerary and plans for the week. She has a typical A- type personality and has every activity plan down to the hour. This trip sounds like it’s going to be a nightmare of a week. But you take a deep breath. You are going to try to smile and play along, it is supposed to be the happiest time of your sister‘s life after all.

The speech ends in Bob and your sister practically making out and the rest of the party whistling and hollering at them. You finish your second drink.  The deckhands announce that boat is going to set up some slides and rafts and attach them to the boat so you all can get some sun. Until “family dinner” tonight, it looks like you’re free. 

Ashley wants everybody to become as close as family. Most of the bridesmaids and groomsmen are friends, sorority sisters, and part of Bob’s, squadron, rather than actual family. So, you’re not really sure how close you all are going to get. But what Ashley wants, Ashley gets. 

You went back downstairs to see that the stewardesses put yours and the other bridesmaids suitcases in a large suite and put the groomsmen’s belongings in the other suite. All of the suitcases have been laid out on the beds and the other girls immediately started to fix their hair and make-up. 

Seeing as how you weren’t wearing any make up and your hair was still in a messy bun from the plane, you decided to put on your swimming suit. it was in your opinion a tasteful one piece. However, as soon as your sister came in and saw you wearing it, she said there was no way that was going to work. 

“Please tell me you’re not going to wear that!” Ashley cried out. 

“Ashley, it’s fine. It’s just swimming.” You tell her pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“No sister of mine is going to wear a one piece on the Italian coast! Besides it’ll ruin your tan line for pictures.” She cleverly points out.

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want a tan line ruining your pictures.” You tease. 

Your sister gives you an evil glare. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll change, but I don’t have anything else.” You tell her, gesturing to your suitcase. 

“Here! Try this one!” She said tossing a tiny piece of fabric in your direction. 

You hold it up and it looks like it wouldn’t fit a toddler. “Ashley, you’ve got to be kidding me. This wouldn’t cover my nipple, let alone my tattoo!”

She chuckles and throws you a different one. “Sorry, that one is for the honeymoon.” She winks, picking it up. 

“Gross.” You tell her. 

Begrudgingly, you put on the second swimming suit she gave you in the bathroom. You have a little bit more weight than your sister, she’s skin and bones. So the swimming suit covered a whole lot less than you want it to. Thankfully, you packed your swim wrap. At least you could use it to cover up before getting in the water. You stared at yourself in the mirror and decided to brush through your hair before putting it in a pony tail. 

“There. At least it looks like I tried.” You say to yourself in the mirror. 

When you get on deck, one of the deckhands shows you how to get onto the floating rafts in the water. He takes your swim wrap and hands you a drink. The water is warm on your legs and you’re happy to lay out and enjoy the sun. 

“Want some company?” Jake asks before jumping int the water and getting you soaking wet. 

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Your Sister's Wedding

Summary: Your sister is getting married off the coast of Italy to Bob Floyd. Son of Mr. and Mrs. Millionaire Floyd. While you feel completely out of place sitting on a yacht, you meet a certain cocky pilot that makes the trip just a little better.

Pairings: Jake Seresin X reader

Word Count: 1,500

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As you drag your overweight suitcase, stuffed to the brim, from your apartment to your Uber, you grumble to yourself. “She just had to get married in Italy.” Of course your perfect sister had to get married in Italy. Her soon to be perfect husband has been stationed there for the last three years. They met on an extended shore leave, and she fell head over heels in record time. You don’t know if she fell for him or his family, but that isn’t giving your sister enough credit. Bob does treat her right. At least he seems just as obsessed with her as she is with him. Your sister was born to be a housewife. She needs to be pampered. Besides, you don’t think she could hold down a real job to save her life. She’s always been a princess. So, it’s no surprise she picked someone that is going to treat her the same.

Still, you didn’t think you’d have to take off a full two weeks of work, use your entire vacation, personal days, and your sick leave for the whole year to attend her over-the-top wedding. But you love your sister, so you’re going. That doesn’t mean you’re not gonna stop complaining though.  A 16-hour flight, a shuttle, and a taxi ride later, you finally show up to a marina by the coast. You take your suitcase out of the trunk awkwardly and stare at the massive group of people crowded around your sister.   You pull your suitcase wheels through the cobblestone parking lot and down to the clubhouse where the crowd is. Your mom comes over and gives you a big hug right away and your dad calls over a guy in uniform to take your suitcase. “Geez did Ashley pick a fancy enough place for a welcome party?” You chuckle under your breath. Your mom responds “Oh this is just the beginning. Bob’s parents thought they would treat the wedding party” she says excitedly. “While the rest of us are getting everything in place for the wedding, you guys are going to be spending the week all expenses paid around Italy, oceanside!”  What the fuck mom  “What do you mean I’m spending a week on a boat? I didn’t pack for that!” You nearly shout.  “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. I’m sure whatever you have is fine.” she assures you.  You grab two glasses of champagne off a waiter’s nearby tray and chug both drinks. This is going to be a long fucking 10 days. Your sister and Bob give the announcement about itinerary and give  an embarrassingly stomach churning display of affection along with it. You watch as your parents schmooze with the rest of the guests and Bobs parents. They all seem to be having the time of their loves. You, on the other hand feel extremely out of place. 

You don’t even get to talk to your sister before the staff starts ushering the wedding party down to the docks and onto the boat. Ship is more like it; the thing is massive. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced. Once onboard, a line of stewardesses and deckhands introduce themselves to everyone. 

The head stewardess leads you and everyone else through each bedroom, sitting room, your sister’s master bedroom, kitchen, galley, and up to the top deck where you see a massive hot tub sitting right next to a full bar. You have to keep yourself from rolling your eyes constantly. Why would someone need something this extravagant? 

With each room, you’re feeling more and more insecure. As you’re looking around, all of the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, you feel extremely underdressed. You wore leggings and a baggy T-shirt on the plane, but it looks like everybody else got the memo to dress up. What’s worse, is you don’t know a single person, other than your sister and her fiancé, but you’re stuck with seven other people who look like they are right at home.  While the rest of people are ordering drinks and taking selfies on the top deck, you sneak down the stairs and head into the galley. God you need a drink.  “Not much for socializing” a deep voice startles you. 

You jump and turn around to see what can only be described as a Ken doll standing in the doorway. He looks smug with his legs crossed leaning against the doorframe.  “Believe it or not, this really isn’t my kind of thing.” You tell him matter-of-factly.  The man chuckles “I figured.” “So what are you doing down here?” You ask him. He looks like the exact type of person that would go yachting in his spare time. He was wearing an expensive white button-down with khaki slacks and boat shoes with no socks. You figured that he must be from Bob’s side of the family. “Same as you.” He shrugs, walking closer to the island in the galley where you’re standing. 

It makes you eye him skeptically. 

“I am here for Bob. This is really more of his thing.” He says gesturing to the boat.  So you were right. He is from Bob’s side.  Before you can ask him anything else, one of the stewardesses comes into the kitchen. “Excuse me, but Ashley and Bob would like to make a toast with all of the wedding party.” “Shall we?” He asks you. You nod your head and follow him upstairs back on deck. 

“My name is Jake by the way” he says with a wink. The wink makes you roll your eyes, but you tell him your name back. When you get back on the top deck, your sister and Bob gave a similar speech to the one they just gave on shore.  Only this time it was a little more R-rated. Honestly, you think it’s just another excuse to show off. 

On the plus side you were finally offered a drink. Jake chuckled at you when you took two. Your sister starts talking about the itinerary and plans for the week. She has a typical A- type personality and has every activity plan down to the hour. This trip sounds like it’s going to be a nightmare of a week. But you take a deep breath. You are going to try to smile and play along, it is supposed to be the happiest time of your sister‘s life after all.

The speech ends in Bob and your sister practically making out and the rest of the party whistling and hollering at them. You finish your second drink.  The deckhands announce that boat is going to set up some slides and rafts and attach them to the boat so you all can get some sun. Until “family dinner” tonight, it looks like you’re free. 

Ashley wants everybody to become as close as family. Most of the bridesmaids and groomsmen are friends, sorority sisters, and part of Bob’s, squadron, rather than actual family. So, you’re not really sure how close you all are going to get. But what Ashley wants, Ashley gets. 

You went back downstairs to see that the stewardesses put yours and the other bridesmaids suitcases in a large suite and put the groomsmen’s belongings in the other suite. All of the suitcases have been laid out on the beds and the other girls immediately started to fix their hair and make-up. 

Seeing as how you weren’t wearing any make up and your hair was still in a messy bun from the plane, you decided to put on your swimming suit. it was in your opinion a tasteful one piece. However, as soon as your sister came in and saw you wearing it, she said there was no way that was going to work. 

“Please tell me you’re not going to wear that!” Ashley cried out. 

“Ashley, it’s fine. It’s just swimming.” You tell her pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“No sister of mine is going to wear a one piece on the Italian coast! Besides it’ll ruin your tan line for pictures.” She cleverly points out.

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want a tan line ruining your pictures.” You tease. 

Your sister gives you an evil glare. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll change, but I don’t have anything else.” You tell her, gesturing to your suitcase. 

“Here! Try this one!” She said tossing a tiny piece of fabric in your direction. 

You hold it up and it looks like it wouldn’t fit a toddler. “Ashley, you’ve got to be kidding me. This wouldn’t cover my nipple, let alone my tattoo!”

She chuckles and throws you a different one. “Sorry, that one is for the honeymoon.” She winks, picking it up. 

“Gross.” You tell her. 

Begrudgingly, you put on the second swimming suit she gave you in the bathroom. You have a little bit more weight than your sister, she’s skin and bones. So the swimming suit covered a whole lot less than you want it to. Thankfully, you packed your swim wrap. At least you could use it to cover up before getting in the water. You stared at yourself in the mirror and decided to brush through your hair before putting it in a pony tail. 

“There. At least it looks like I tried.” You say to yourself in the mirror. 

When you get on deck, one of the deckhands shows you how to get onto the floating rafts in the water. He takes your swim wrap and hands you a drink. The water is warm on your legs and you’re happy to lay out and enjoy the sun. 

“Want some company?” Jake asks before jumping int the water and getting you soaking wet. 

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Dead Flowers

Summary: Your boyfriend has been cheating on you. After you confronted him about it, he's been trying to make it up to you. On a night out, he takes you to an old Navy bar to meet his brother. But what gets your attention is his brother's best friend, Hangman

Pairings: Jake Seresin X reader Dylan OC X reader

Word Count: 1,400

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Looking up from washing the same glass you’ve been washing for the last seven minutes, you stare out the open kitchen window into the backyard. The trees are filled with bright green leaves. The grass is lush and full from just being cut this morning. The sun is shining, and there’s birds fluttering near your birdfeeder. You can feel the warmth of the sun spilling into the room and you can hear neighborhood kids playing in the next yard over. 

As soon as you glance back inside, the façade fades. You can see the vase of flowers your boyfriend brought home. They’re the same dead flowers that have been on the counter for the last four weeks. The water has turned gray, the leaves of shriveled up and some petals lay on the counter. You can’t help but feel like those dead flowers.

Your boyfriend, Dylan has been trying. He’s actually been putting an effort since you found out about his affair. He promised it was over, he promised it wouldn’t happen again, he promised he didn’t love her. He promised a lot of things, but you just don’t care anymore. 

Dylan walks in and ask you “Wow isn’t it such a nice day?” As he gets closer to you, he wraps his arms around you and gives you a kiss on the cheek. It doesn’t feel like it used to. It feels cold and hollow like an empty promise.

“What do you say I take you out tonight? My brother just got to town. I’d love to introduce you to him and his squad.” He asks excitedly.

“That sounds nice.” You lie.

You rinse the glass you’ve been stuck on and set it over to dry and pick up another one. It looks just like the last one. You feel like you’re stuck on an endless loop of monotony. You’re hoping these feelings will pass. Maybe everyone who has been cheated on feels like this. You should probably talk to a therapist, but you can barely even admit things to yourself, let alone a stranger. 

Still, you realize that you should try to put in the effort. You pick out a dress and some decent flats. You put on some make up and some lipstick and straighten your hair. The woman in the mirror in front of you looks the part, but inside you still feel like that vase of dead flowers, sitting on the counter. 

Dylan takes your arm and leads you out to his car. Glancing back at the house you notice the wilted tulips in the garden bed. You planted them too early and they wilted in the frozen mornings. They looked pretty, but they had no life left in them.

You were surprised when you were driving dearly a half an hour and still hadn’t gotten to the restaurant yet. “Where are we going?” You asked him, genuinely curious. 

“Well, I thought I would take you to the place where my brother was most comfortable. Those navy guys, are usually too rowdy for public.” He chuckled to himself. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued. When you finally pull up to your destination, you read the huge sign on the front of the building “Harddeck? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, but my brother comes here all the time when he’s on shoreleave. You should ask him” he suggests hopefully. 

You don’t know if Dylan even knows there’s something wrong with you. Maybe he’s just ignoring it trying to make up for what he did. It breaks your heart to see him trying so hard, but you can’t get yourself to care. 

When you get inside, Dylan offers to get you a drink, you nod and follow him to the bar. He orders you a vodka cranberry. You’re not even disappointed. You’ve been together for 3 years and he still has no clue what you like to drink. But you take the glass any way it because it’s easier than fighting about it.

Dylan takes his craft beer and leads you to a group of men and women dressed in khaki uniforms circled around a pool table at the back of the bar. Dylan introduces you to his foster brother Bradley. Immediately, Bradley pulls you in for a tight hug. 

“It’s so nice to meet you. My brother tells me great things.” He says with a warm and genuine smile. 

“Thanks. He’s told me good things about you too. He’s really proud of you.” You tell him honestly. 

Bradley introduces you to several other people at the table and you make polite small talk with them before excusing yourself to the restroom. You weren’t expecting everyone to be so friendly, but even more so you weren't expecting Dylan to be so talkative. He tried to include you in everything tonight, you finally just had to pull away. Just for a minute. He might be able to fake it, but you don’t think you could for much longer. 

On the way back from the bathroom, you stop at the bar and order a margarita and an extra shot of tequila. 

“Long night?” An unfamiliar voice asks from your left. 

When you turn to look at him, the first thing you noticed was his smirk. It was the perfect mix of cocky and charming. 

“You have no idea.” You tell him before turning back to your drink. You knew this wouldn’t be the end of the conversation, you wanted him to pursue you. So when he put his arm around your bar stool, you hid a longing shudder. 

“Name’s Hangman.” He tells you, pulling you closer. 

You try to hide the smile and blush appearing on your cheeks. “Hangman? Where’s you get that kind of name?”

“I can show you if you like.” He whispers in your ear. 

Immediately, you shoot out up and out of your stool. “I uhh—I’m here with somebody!” You quickly explain. 

“I don’t see him buying you a drink.” He says pointing out the obvious. 

“He’s playing pool.” You say pointing to the back of the bar.

“Shame.” He says nodding his head. “You look like you needed to feel something tonight.”

You walk past the shockingly attractive man back to Dylan and his brother and shake the tingling sensation off your extremities. 

“Hey babe.” Dylan says when he sees you again. “Wanna get me a drink?”  

“Um I just got one.” You tell him.

He looks down at your hands and you realize you gorgeous your drink on the bar. When you look to see if it’s still there, the same gorgeous man is walking up to you, your drink in hand. 

“Missing something?” Hangman asks you. 

“I uhh—” 

“Jake! This is my girlfriend, the one I’ve been telling you guys about.” Dylan said introducing you. 

“Pleasure.” Jake handing you your glass and winking. 

“Oh knock it off Seresin, she’s taken.” Bradley said shoving Jake, after seeing the exchange. 

Dylan didn’t appear to notice anything out of the ordinary as he lined up his next shot on the table. The cue ball hit the eight and sunk it in the pocket, winning the game. 

“Ready for a real challenge?” Jake asked your boyfriend.

“Rack ‘em.” Dylan joked. 

You watch the two of them hit back and forth. You can see Dylan is getting more and more frustrated. He starts throwing his cue around when he misses a shot. It’s embarrassing you, but the other Navy guys don’t seem to mind. Actually, they seemed to be amused by the show. When Jake finally beats him, the rest of the group burst out into cheers. 

“Am I missing something?” You ask to no one in particular.

“Loser buys a round.” Bradley calls out. Bradley puts his arm around Dylan and lead him to the bar. 

Jake walks over to after a moment. He doesn’t say anything, thankfully. Because you’re too focused on how good he smells to put a sentence together. He stands next to you and watches Dylan and Bradley order a mess of drinks for everyone. As they turn around and come back, you notice they only have beers, nothing for you and you make a face. 

Hangman must have noticed it, because he leans over to you and whispers, “ready for an upgrade?”

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Dead Flowers

Summary: Your boyfriend has been cheating on you. After you confronted him about it, he's been trying to make it up to you. On a night out, he takes you to an old Navy bar to meet his brother. But what gets your attention is his brother's best friend, Hangman

Pairings: Jake Seresin X reader Dylan OC X reader

Word Count: 1,400

Masterlist

Looking up from washing the same glass you’ve been washing for the last seven minutes, you stare out the open kitchen window into the backyard. The trees are filled with bright green leaves. The grass is lush and full from just being cut this morning. The sun is shining, and there’s birds fluttering near your birdfeeder. You can feel the warmth of the sun spilling into the room and you can hear neighborhood kids playing in the next yard over. 

As soon as you glance back inside, the façade fades. You can see the vase of flowers your boyfriend brought home. They’re the same dead flowers that have been on the counter for the last four weeks. The water has turned gray, the leaves of shriveled up and some petals lay on the counter. You can’t help but feel like those dead flowers.

Your boyfriend, Dylan has been trying. He’s actually been putting an effort since you found out about his affair. He promised it was over, he promised it wouldn’t happen again, he promised he didn’t love her. He promised a lot of things, but you just don’t care anymore. 

Dylan walks in and ask you “Wow isn’t it such a nice day?” As he gets closer to you, he wraps his arms around you and gives you a kiss on the cheek. It doesn’t feel like it used to. It feels cold and hollow like an empty promise.

“What do you say I take you out tonight? My brother just got to town. I’d love to introduce you to him and his squad.” He asks excitedly.

“That sounds nice.” You lie.

You rinse the glass you’ve been stuck on and set it over to dry and pick up another one. It looks just like the last one. You feel like you’re stuck on an endless loop of monotony. You’re hoping these feelings will pass. Maybe everyone who has been cheated on feels like this. You should probably talk to a therapist, but you can barely even admit things to yourself, let alone a stranger. 

Still, you realize that you should try to put in the effort. You pick out a dress and some decent flats. You put on some make up and some lipstick and straighten your hair. The woman in the mirror in front of you looks the part, but inside you still feel like that vase of dead flowers, sitting on the counter. 

Dylan takes your arm and leads you out to his car. Glancing back at the house you notice the wilted tulips in the garden bed. You planted them too early and they wilted in the frozen mornings. They looked pretty, but they had no life left in them.

You were surprised when you were driving dearly a half an hour and still hadn’t gotten to the restaurant yet. “Where are we going?” You asked him, genuinely curious. 

“Well, I thought I would take you to the place where my brother was most comfortable. Those navy guys, are usually too rowdy for public.” He chuckled to himself. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued. When you finally pull up to your destination, you read the huge sign on the front of the building “Harddeck? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, but my brother comes here all the time when he’s on shoreleave. You should ask him” he suggests hopefully. 

You don’t know if Dylan even knows there’s something wrong with you. Maybe he’s just ignoring it trying to make up for what he did. It breaks your heart to see him trying so hard, but you can’t get yourself to care. 

When you get inside, Dylan offers to get you a drink, you nod and follow him to the bar. He orders you a vodka cranberry. You’re not even disappointed. You’ve been together for 3 years and he still has no clue what you like to drink. But you take the glass any way it because it’s easier than fighting about it.

Dylan takes his craft beer and leads you to a group of men and women dressed in khaki uniforms circled around a pool table at the back of the bar. Dylan introduces you to his foster brother Bradley. Immediately, Bradley pulls you in for a tight hug. 

“It’s so nice to meet you. My brother tells me great things.” He says with a warm and genuine smile. 

“Thanks. He’s told me good things about you too. He’s really proud of you.” You tell him honestly. 

Bradley introduces you to several other people at the table and you make polite small talk with them before excusing yourself to the restroom. You weren’t expecting everyone to be so friendly, but even more so you weren't expecting Dylan to be so talkative. He tried to include you in everything tonight, you finally just had to pull away. Just for a minute. He might be able to fake it, but you don’t think you could for much longer. 

On the way back from the bathroom, you stop at the bar and order a margarita and an extra shot of tequila. 

“Long night?” An unfamiliar voice asks from your left. 

When you turn to look at him, the first thing you noticed was his smirk. It was the perfect mix of cocky and charming. 

“You have no idea.” You tell him before turning back to your drink. You knew this wouldn’t be the end of the conversation, you wanted him to pursue you. So when he put his arm around your bar stool, you hid a longing shudder. 

“Name’s Hangman.” He tells you, pulling you closer. 

You try to hide the smile and blush appearing on your cheeks. “Hangman? Where’s you get that kind of name?”

“I can show you if you like.” He whispers in your ear. 

Immediately, you shoot out up and out of your stool. “I uhh—I’m here with somebody!” You quickly explain. 

“I don’t see him buying you a drink.” He says pointing out the obvious. 

“He’s playing pool.” You say pointing to the back of the bar.

“Shame.” He says nodding his head. “You look like you needed to feel something tonight.”

You walk past the shockingly attractive man back to Dylan and his brother and shake the tingling sensation off your extremities. 

“Hey babe.” Dylan says when he sees you again. “Wanna get me a drink?”  

“Um I just got one.” You tell him.

He looks down at your hands and you realize you gorgeous your drink on the bar. When you look to see if it’s still there, the same gorgeous man is walking up to you, your drink in hand. 

“Missing something?” Hangman asks you. 

“I uhh—” 

“Jake! This is my girlfriend, the one I’ve been telling you guys about.” Dylan said introducing you. 

“Pleasure.” Jake handing you your glass and winking. 

“Oh knock it off Seresin, she’s taken.” Bradley said shoving Jake, after seeing the exchange. 

Dylan didn’t appear to notice anything out of the ordinary as he lined up his next shot on the table. The cue ball hit the eight and sunk it in the pocket, winning the game. 

“Ready for a real challenge?” Jake asked your boyfriend.

“Rack ‘em.” Dylan joked. 

You watch the two of them hit back and forth. You can see Dylan is getting more and more frustrated. He starts throwing his cue around when he misses a shot. It’s embarrassing you, but the other Navy guys don’t seem to mind. Actually, they seemed to be amused by the show. When Jake finally beats him, the rest of the group burst out into cheers. 

“Am I missing something?” You ask to no one in particular.

“Loser buys a round.” Bradley calls out. Bradley puts his arm around Dylan and lead him to the bar. 

Jake walks over to after a moment. He doesn’t say anything, thankfully. Because you’re too focused on how good he smells to put a sentence together. He stands next to you and watches Dylan and Bradley order a mess of drinks for everyone. As they turn around and come back, you notice they only have beers, nothing for you and you make a face. 

Hangman must have noticed it, because he leans over to you and whispers, “ready for an upgrade?”

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Hey everyone! Since I've been on this app for about a year and a half, I wanted to share some of my ALL TIME FAVOURITE FICS. Most of these fics will be Top Gun Maverick related with a few Rhett ones thrown in.

I just wanted to share some love for writers and their stories that kept me coming back to the app and also inspiring me to write. That being said some one these fics are for older/mature audiences so MDNI, +18 only.

Here's a little legend for the fics;

🩵- Fluff 🔥-Smut/mentions of sex ⭕️- Angst

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Faking It - @tongue-like-a-razor 🩵⭕️ This one of the first series I read on here and I loved every minute of it.

Concerned Neighbour- @mothdruid 🔥 Boy was this a spicy one lol

Waves - @its-the-pilot 🔥🩵⭕️ - its got it all, even some throwbacks to their teenage years.

Dragon & Rooster-@topguncortez⭕️🩵🔥 Such an incredible story that really pulls on the heart strings. G never disappoints.

Great Balls of Fire-@sehnsuchts-trunken 🔥 luv some good reunion smut

There was something 'bout you-@bussyslayer333🔥 Once again frat boy Bradley is elite

Playing From The Rough- @roosterforme 🩵🔥(mentions of smut) We love when a woman can stick up for herself

The Younger Kind- ^ 🔥🩵⭕️ Strap in cause this is a long one, I love this story so much and how it continues to grow

Old Habits Die Hard- ^ ⭕️🔥 frat boy Bradley <3

One for the History Books-@pisupsala🔥⭕️🩵 Definitely gonna reread this one

Like I Can-@sometimesanalice🩵 The cutest miniseries, with some jealous Bradley

That Summer-@ereardon ⭕️🔥 Had me hooked right from the start, and made me feel all the feels

The Odyssey-@sunlightmurdock🔥⭕️ Literally my obsession right now, I can't wait to see where it goes

Sub Rosa- ^ 🔥🩵⭕️ one of my fav couples from a fic

The Art of Subtlety-@beyondthesefourwalls I genuinely laughed out loud reading this and I still do

This Love Came Back To Me- ^ 🔥🩵⭕️ Another recent favourite, we love protective Bradley

Remember You Even When I Don't- ^ ⭕️🔥🩵 Such an emotional rollercoaster, but so worth it

The Trial Run-@jupitercomet ⭕️ Fake dating but with tons of angst-I am here for it

I'll Guide You-@bradshawsbitch🔥 yes it's smut, but it's also so soft 🥹

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

House We Share-@hangmanssunnies ⭕️🩵 This is one of the most beautiful fics i've ever read, the detail is insane

Hey Neighbour-@sunlightmurdock🔥 dbf Jake is constantly on my mind since this dropped, its not a want but a need

Home for the Holidays-@ussgallifrey ⭕️ fake dating Jake and visiting his fam during the holidays <3

Can't Unfeel That-@theharddeck🔥⭕️🩵 I love an emotional Jake

To Hec and Back-@cherrycola27🔥⭕️🩵 Another older one that I was obsessed with

The Danger Zone-@tip-top-cloud-surfer ⭕️🩵🔥 Accidental pregnancy trope, another recent story that I always want updates for

Seeing Red-@callsigndragon🔥⭕️🩵 Such an interesting story/original concept that I loved so much

Save a horse, Ride a Cowboy-@sehnsuchts-trunken🔥 Cowboy Jake is so superior

I.R.I.S -@ohtobeleah ⭕️🔥 This story is ALWAYS on my mind, It might be my favourite series of all time!

Father, Son, Holy Shit- ^🔥⭕️ Such a crazy concept while also being incredibly spicy

Bruises- ^ ⭕️(🔥sexual assault) SO MUCH ANGST, I cried so much when reading this & the Life After Death spin off

Oh Baby-@seresinhangmanjake 🔥🩵⭕️ Such a cute story with lots of soft Jake

Excuses-@callsign-viper🔥⭕️🩵 room mate/ brothers best friend Jake, he can be so soft sometimes

Brothers Best Friend-@tongue-like-a-razor🩵⭕️ Absolutely love their dynamic lol

Invisible Smoke-@ficsilike-reblogged⭕️ Protective Jake! Protective Jake! protective Jake!

Jake & Y/N Seresin-@topguncortez 🩵⭕️🔥 This series has literally everything!! Another one of my fav couples

All You Had To Do Was Stay-@callsignseagull⭕️🩵🔥 Girl dad Jake <3

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Vice-@ohtobeleah 🔥 Once again, she kills it, and this always makes me feel some type of way. We love beefly lewis

Why Me-@lottesreads ⭕️🩵 I love the complex characterizations, plus their bond, also villain Rooster

When I'm Done With You-@ereardon 🔥⭕️ FRAT BOY BOB! I need more Bob frat/college au's cause this one was spicy

She Calls Him Daddy Too- ^🔥 I LOVE DILF BOB, I constantly reread this

Vibe Check-@thedroneranger 🔥 This was the first Bob smut I think I read on here

Catterbox-@waklman 🔥🩵 Bob's mouth is like a super power lol

Baby's Breath- @strawhbrrries 🩵🔥⭕️ Bob dates Hangman's little sister, so so so cute, I can totally see Bob dating a florist

The Wingman- @roosterforme 🔥🩵⭕️ Some of the most endearing Bob smut I've read

The Curveball- ^🔥⭕️🩵 Loved this spin off so much!

Robert From Next Door-@attapullman 🩵🔥 Neighbour Bob is so sweet, I love him your honour

Rhett Abbott / Multiple Characters

Bad Idea Right?-@rhettabbotts 🔥🩵 I too would go back to Rhett if he was my ex

Kink.com-@ohtobeleah 🔥 Seriously she is like the best smut writer

Roses- ^🔥I concept I never knew I needed but loved so much

Roughing It- ^🔥 I honestly think I reread this every month, I love being in a Rooster and Hangman sandwich

Up the Ante-@sometimesanalice🔥 This smut was absolutely life changing lol

Supernova-@laracrofted🔥 so so hot, like wow, I was speechless when I read this for the first time

The Magic Number-@wkndwlff 🔥 not typically a Cyclone girlie but this was too good

Also special shoutout to @roosterbruiser. I love every single fic she's ever written, such a talented individual, with her outstanding concepts for every story/au🙌🏼🙌🏼🩷

a/n: Shoutout to every single writer on this app, cause y'all have seriously made my life better lol.

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Rockstxr-x's Fic Recs MasterList

Hey everyone! Since I've been on this app for about a year and a half, I wanted to share some of my ALL TIME FAVOURITE FICS. Most of these fics will be Top Gun Maverick related with a few Rhett ones thrown in.

I just wanted to share some love for writers and their stories that kept me coming back to the app and also inspiring me to write. That being said some one these fics are for older/mature audiences so MDNI, +18 only.

Here's a little legend for the fics;

🩵- Fluff 🔥-Smut/mentions of sex ⭕️- Angst

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Faking It - @tongue-like-a-razor 🩵⭕️ This one of the first series I read on here and I loved every minute of it.

Concerned Neighbour- @mothdruid 🔥 Boy was this a spicy one lol

Waves - @its-the-pilot 🔥🩵⭕️ - its got it all, even some throwbacks to their teenage years.

Dragon & Rooster-@topguncortez⭕️🩵🔥 Such an incredible story that really pulls on the heart strings. G never disappoints.

Great Balls of Fire-@sehnsuchts-trunken 🔥 luv some good reunion smut

There was something 'bout you-@bussyslayer333🔥 Once again frat boy Bradley is elite

Playing From The Rough- @roosterforme 🩵🔥(mentions of smut) We love when a woman can stick up for herself

The Younger Kind- ^ 🔥🩵⭕️ Strap in cause this is a long one, I love this story so much and how it continues to grow

Old Habits Die Hard- ^ ⭕️🔥 frat boy Bradley <3

One for the History Books-@pisupsala🔥⭕️🩵 Definitely gonna reread this one

Like I Can-@sometimesanalice🩵 The cutest miniseries, with some jealous Bradley

That Summer-@ereardon ⭕️🔥 Had me hooked right from the start, and made me feel all the feels

The Odyssey-@sunlightmurdock🔥⭕️ Literally my obsession right now, I can't wait to see where it goes

Sub Rosa- ^ 🔥🩵⭕️ one of my fav couples from a fic

The Art of Subtlety-@beyondthesefourwalls I genuinely laughed out loud reading this and I still do

This Love Came Back To Me- ^ 🔥🩵⭕️ Another recent favourite, we love protective Bradley

Remember You Even When I Don't- ^ ⭕️🔥🩵 Such an emotional rollercoaster, but so worth it

The Trial Run-@jupitercomet ⭕️ Fake dating but with tons of angst-I am here for it

I'll Guide You-@bradshawsbitch🔥 yes it's smut, but it's also so soft 🥹

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

House We Share-@hangmanssunnies ⭕️🩵 This is one of the most beautiful fics i've ever read, the detail is insane

Hey Neighbour-@sunlightmurdock🔥 dbf Jake is constantly on my mind since this dropped, its not a want but a need

Home for the Holidays-@ussgallifrey ⭕️ fake dating Jake and visiting his fam during the holidays <3

Can't Unfeel That-@theharddeck🔥⭕️🩵 I love an emotional Jake

To Hec and Back-@cherrycola27🔥⭕️🩵 Another older one that I was obsessed with

The Danger Zone-@tip-top-cloud-surfer ⭕️🩵🔥 Accidental pregnancy trope, another recent story that I always want updates for

Seeing Red-@callsigndragon🔥⭕️🩵 Such an interesting story/original concept that I loved so much

Save a horse, Ride a Cowboy-@sehnsuchts-trunken🔥 Cowboy Jake is so superior

I.R.I.S -@ohtobeleah ⭕️🔥 This story is ALWAYS on my mind, It might be my favourite series of all time!

Father, Son, Holy Shit- ^🔥⭕️ Such a crazy concept while also being incredibly spicy

Bruises- ^ ⭕️(🔥sexual assault) SO MUCH ANGST, I cried so much when reading this & the Life After Death spin off

Oh Baby-@seresinhangmanjake 🔥🩵⭕️ Such a cute story with lots of soft Jake

Excuses-@callsign-viper🔥⭕️🩵 room mate/ brothers best friend Jake, he can be so soft sometimes

Brothers Best Friend-@tongue-like-a-razor🩵⭕️ Absolutely love their dynamic lol

Invisible Smoke-@ficsilike-reblogged⭕️ Protective Jake! Protective Jake! protective Jake!

Jake & Y/N Seresin-@topguncortez 🩵⭕️🔥 This series has literally everything!! Another one of my fav couples

All You Had To Do Was Stay-@callsignseagull⭕️🩵🔥 Girl dad Jake <3

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Vice-@ohtobeleah 🔥 Once again, she kills it, and this always makes me feel some type of way. We love beefly lewis

Why Me-@lottesreads ⭕️🩵 I love the complex characterizations, plus their bond, also villain Rooster

When I'm Done With You-@ereardon 🔥⭕️ FRAT BOY BOB! I need more Bob frat/college au's cause this one was spicy

She Calls Him Daddy Too- ^🔥 I LOVE DILF BOB, I constantly reread this

Vibe Check-@thedroneranger 🔥 This was the first Bob smut I think I read on here

Catterbox-@waklman 🔥🩵 Bob's mouth is like a super power lol

Baby's Breath- @strawhbrrries 🩵🔥⭕️ Bob dates Hangman's little sister, so so so cute, I can totally see Bob dating a florist

The Wingman- @roosterforme 🔥🩵⭕️ Some of the most endearing Bob smut I've read

The Curveball- ^🔥⭕️🩵 Loved this spin off so much!

Robert From Next Door-@attapullman 🩵🔥 Neighbour Bob is so sweet, I love him your honour

Rhett Abbott / Multiple Characters

Bad Idea Right?-@rhettabbotts 🔥🩵 I too would go back to Rhett if he was my ex

Kink.com-@ohtobeleah 🔥 Seriously she is like the best smut writer

Roses- ^🔥I concept I never knew I needed but loved so much

Roughing It- ^🔥 I honestly think I reread this every month, I love being in a Rooster and Hangman sandwich

Up the Ante-@sometimesanalice🔥 This smut was absolutely life changing lol

Supernova-@laracrofted🔥 so so hot, like wow, I was speechless when I read this for the first time

The Magic Number-@wkndwlff 🔥 not typically a Cyclone girlie but this was too good

Also special shoutout to @roosterbruiser. I love every single fic she's ever written, such a talented individual, with her outstanding concepts for every story/au🙌🏼🙌🏼🩷

a/n: Shoutout to every single writer on this app, cause y'all have seriously made my life better lol.

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How Far I'll Go - part 11

Tags: smut, angst, pining, y/n, MDNI

Pairings: Jake seresin x Kazansky!Reader

Word count: 1,500

Part 1 Masterlist

“All clear, the runway is yours.” You call back. 

As soon as Jake is within eyesight, you leap out of your chair and exit the wheelhouse to step out on deck. You want to be closer to see him land. Rather, you want him to see you.

As soon as his canopy opens and he climbs out of the jet, you want to run down to him. You have to remind yourself to keep your feet firmly planted. You’d have time with him later. For now, you need to go back to your job. 

When you went back into the wheelhouse, you took over all normally delegated duties. You needed to keep yourself occupied today. You need to fill the time by staying busy. It was an easy thing to do today, with all the planes returning. We needed to be led safely, checked, rigged, and secured below deck. Shortly after 3 o’clock, you decided to take a break. Your stomach finally betrayed you, and you headed down to the galley to find something to eat. You could see several of the crew following suit. You had to remind yourself to walk, not run. No matter how desperately he wanted to see the blonde pilot. You have a reputation and a station to maintain.

As soon as you entered, the galley, your eyes scanned for him fuck. Nowhere. Still, you needed to eat, so you grabbed a tray and loaded it with a simple sandwich and coffee, and sat down at one of the empty tables. Almost immediately, your space was in intruded by Admiral Simpson. 

“Captain Kazansky.” he says, introducing himself.

Immediately, your mood sours.  “Admiral, Simpson, before you begin. I’ve had a long morning, overseeing all of your aircraft, landings and stings. I’ve had a pleasant morning. I trust you’re not going to ruin it.” You caution him.

“No ma’am.”

You nod and take a sip of your coffee.

“It’s just that—" he starts. 

You frown and set your coffee cup down, not looking at him. 

“Well skipper, I have orders to take the Jets out again, farther out to see on a long range mission run”

You turned to him, eyeing him skeptically. 

“So I’ll need the Jets fueled up and out of underdeck storage and ready to leave this afternoon.”

You close your eyes and turn your head up to the ceiling while letting out a big sigh.

“First and foremost, don’t you think that should have been information shared with me before the Jets were stowed?” Before he can answer you, you put your hand up in the air stopping him.

“Am I to assume that these orders came from Commander Kazansky?”

“Yes, ma’am.” he responds quickly.

“Okay this is not what is going to happen. It doesn’t happen on any other ship and it’s not gonna happen here you’re gonna let me and my crew rest. They’ve been working on your teams jets since 8 o’clock this morning without a break. Do you want to run a mission fine. You do it first thing tomorrow.”

The admiral nodded, taking the order. 

“And cyclone?”

“Yes ma’am?”

“You too well to remember who outrank iceman on this boat.” You warn.

“I won’t forget.” He promises. 

Only after cyclone walks away, do you get up with your coffee and leave the galley. You can feel several eyes on you. Clearly, your little exchange with admiral Simpson did not go unnoticed. But it was obviously needed. 

As you make your way down the hall, you hear another set of footsteps. 

“That was so hot.”

You turn around to see Jake smirking. This time you don’t stop yourself. You rush to him and immediately press your lips to his. 

He cups your face in his hands and pulls you in closer. You moan into the kiss. 

“I missed you.” You tell him. 

“Who wouldn’t miss all this?” He smugly replies. 

You roll your eyes at him and let your face crack into a smile. That’s the man I fell for. 

You grab his hand and lead him through the corridors back to your quarters. He seems eager to oblige. 

As you rush throughout the corridors, a million thoughts race through your head. You’re thinking about what you want to do to him, what you want him to do to you, what Cyclone is going to think, what your father might to do sabotage this. Once you finally reach your quarters and usher Jake inside you turn to look at him. He’s busy unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Jake.”

He looks up from his shirt, concerned. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You tell him closing the gap between the two of you. 

He looks back at you, clearly not believing you. 

You sigh in response. “I don’t know, kind of everything is wrong.” You tell him, plopping down on your bed. 

He kneels down on the ground in front of you. “ Talk to me.” 

“It feels like everyone doesn’t want us to be together.” You say, defeated.

“Everyone? You sure?” He says smiling, reassuring you. 

“Well, mostly my dad. He never wanted me to date a pilot. He forbade me to from the time I started to even look at boys. He wanted me to focus on my career, make something of myself. Now he’s the one sabotaging my position, my post!” You exclaim, exasperated. 

Jake takes his hand and places on your cheek. “He cares about you.”

“hmpf. Seems he cares more about he wants than what I want.” 

Jake stands up and sits next to you on the bed. “What do you want?

You turn to face him. “You.” 

He leans into you and pulls your face in for a kiss. It’s tender and sweet. All his cockiness gone out the window. You deepen the kiss with desire. He pulls away to look you in the eyes. 

“You have me. Whatever you need, however you need, I’m here.” He promises. 

You let yourself fall back onto the bed. Jake follows you, tangling his hands in your hair and caressing your body over your clothes. For the first time, this doesn’t feel rushed. As Jakes tongue traces swirls over and inside your lips, you feel like he’s tasting you for the first time. It makes you shiver with anticipation. 

Jake must have hear the moan you were trying to hide because he rolls to his back and pulls you on top of him. You take your time sliding off your shirt before tossing it to the ground. Jake runs his hands up your back and pulls you down to face him. He kisses you gently and traces kisses along your neck to your collar bone. Meanwhile, you feel the growing hard-on through his khakis. You start to rock your hips against his groin while straddling him and he pulls you closer. 

“Jake—I want to feel you.” You whisper in his ear. 

Immediately, he tosses your leg over and pulls your pants down. He’s hungry for you and it only turns you on more. You grab at the waistband of his pants and hear a grumble from his throat. He must have thought you were taking too long as he stood up and practically ripped his clothes off. You stare at his beautiful body before he comes back to lay with you. You don’t know how in the world you managed to land Jake Seresin. 

You’re taken by surprise when Jake lays down with you. He takes his time kissing you. He uses his tongue to play with your before tailing kisses along your neck, biting gently on your ear and placing tiny kisses like caresses all down your jawline and down your neck. Jake holds one of your breasts in his hands while kissing and sucking on your other nipple. He stiches back and forth giving them both equal attention before sliding his hand down inside your lace panties that have gotten completely soaked by this point. 

As soon as his fingers touch your clit, your body instantly sets on fire with passion. You grasp onto Jake like your life depends on it and he burrows his face into your neck while you buck against his fingers. Jake works his fingers into a pattern, a rotation while slipping a finger inside. His other hand graps your hair and pulls you close. He holds you tight and you writhe underneath him. He massages you into an explosive climax and holds you as you tremble into his touch. 

You pull him close to you, scared he may leave. 

“Im not going anywhere.” He promises before kissing the top of your head. He holds you until you fall asleep in his arms.  

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@shanimallina87

@soulmates8

@caidi-paris

@eugene-emt-roe

@failuretothrivesstuff

@olliepig

@imsolatetothegame

@dempy

@chaoticassidy

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- I'm Elly! Elly Conway! - Well, I miss Rachel.

I'd almost forgotten this opportunity: part three of the Elly almost killed her husband series (not in order, because I'm obviously sclerotic).

- Hi, Rachel.

Oh, and sorry about the coloring, the bright scenes are still very overexposed (but better than nothing, so)...