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“do you ever regret it?” you ask. “loving me?”

“why would i ever regret that?” he asks in a low whisper, fingertips drawing invisible lines on your exposed hip bone.

“i feel like…” you pause, sighing as you turn your head to the ceiling on his chest. “i feel like we’re holding each other back.”

satoru is quiet. he holds his breath, fingers halting on your skin.

“i wouldn’t want someone using me just to get you,” you elaborate, and gojo exhales. “i feel like…i don’t know. we keep each other weak?” you looking up at him, a hand leaning on a smooth chest. your eyes pour into his endless ocean. “i keep you weak.”

he keeps looking at you for a few seconds before a hand reaches up to cup your cheek. “you keep me sane.”

you pout just a bit, and satoru pulls you up to kiss it away. “you keep me tied down. grounded.” he tugs your hair away from your face as your arm cages his bigger body underneath you. “if anything, the fact that you’re the only weak spot i have says a lot.”

“i don’t want you to have a weak spot because of me.”

“i wouldn’t have it any other way,” he pushes you down to your previous position, a hand climbing to your hair while the other returns to your hip.

you stay quiet this time around, unconvinced, weighed down by your own overthinking. he comforts you like this, fingers massaging your scalp, calm breathes lulling you to sleepiness.

“i know choosing to be in a relationship this serious in a life like ours is risky,” satoru mumbles some time later. he squeezes you in, turning to fully face your body. “but i won’t find this anywhere else.”

you look up, and he finally sees the little tears clouding your vision. a smile stretches his lips pleasantly and a hand raises to swipe a thumb under a tearful eye, and you lean in his touch like a starved kitten.

“i won’t find you anywhere else.”

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pls reblog so i can find my old followers again!:(

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Y'all ...we need a part 2! Toji vs Sukuna? Holy shit...the thoughts alone have me in heat!

coming back

tags: MINORS DNI (18+), oral (f), smut, grinding, reader has a kid

toji, who’s your ex’s best friend, who promised to take care of you after your ex passed away. but of course you didn’t think he’d be taking care of all your needs. he’s buying groceries and even when you really need it, giving you a massage.

he’s watching your daughter when you go on job interviews, even though he swears you don’t need it, trying to give you his limitless card. but you never accept it, the way he gets his money is never too clean for you to feel comfortable. you don’t want to feel like you owe him anything so you keep working.

toji won’t say anything but he never felt like his friend deserved you. toji hates that he wants and always wanted to fuck you, to get between those thighs and to make you forget about him.

toji, who takes you out to let you unwind, it’s been years and you never entered a bar, never had a relationship and never really enjoyed yourself since… but toji can’t tell with the way your hips and ass are moving against him, maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe after 5 years you finally understand what he’s been trying to get you to understand.

his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck, you can feel him growing hard through your tight bodycon dress. toji, groaning and dragging your core into his jeans. “fuck, you tryna get in trouble tonight?”

you knew what he meant and he didn’t want you to regret it. he took you home, he let you sober up and to think if you really wanted this. “so? you finally got some senses…?”

“toji, i know what i want. i still want you.”

but he doesn’t think you can handle him so he just chuckles, “yeah whatever. not tonight, just let me introduce myself to this pretty girl at least.”

and he does, he spreads your legs and does a deep whiff into your legs, your thighs slick with sweat and your panties dampened with sweat and pretty wetness. “hey pretty baby,” his eyes flick from your face to back between your legs before he removed your panties. “fucking hell, you’ve been hiding this from me all this time? i might fuck you after all.”

his tongue slips inside for a quick taste and you jump, your legs trembling. he nibbles and sucks into your folds, spreading them with his tongue. your hand in his hair. moans loudly leaving your mouth, biting on your tongue so that you can stop. “un uh, i wanna hear you scream.”

with your hips thrusting and thrashing against him, you give him just what he wants.

and with his dick straining against his pants he smiles when you mutter out a, “thank you.”

“anytime, just tell me whenever you want to sit on my face and i’ll be there within five minutes, matter of fact with a pussy this good? three minutes.”

your face felt hot and for the first time in years, you slept with the weight of a man next to you.

toji hated himself though. how was he supposed to tell you now that his best friend, was alive and faked his death? how was he supposed to tell you that sukuna was coming back?

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Please keep your eyes open for this!!! @captain-ariel-rogers is an amazing writer!! Can't wait to see what she has in store for us!

“You’d better take off those rose-colored glasses and accept that the only place you belong is in my black heart.”

I hope you’re all as excited for my debut novel as I am. I will be releasing the title and official blurb in the next few weeks!

I am going to start advertising and posting teasers soon over on my Instagram, @ariel.n.anderson , where you’ll be able to get the first look at the cover and the latest details on the release date, advanced copies, and more!

In the meantime, here’s a small look at the cover to pique your interest 👀

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This! This is how I feel Levi would be with this s/o! This is is true, unadulterated love. So beautiful ❤️🥰 #leviackerman

Levi isn't romantic.

Levi isn't romantic, he simply is not. If we are forced to set an analogy, being romantic is like decoration. Levi thinks that decoration itself is pointless and lacks value, it may even be unpractical. Levi prefers to keep it simple and concise, cleaning is easier when there are not many things in the way and dust simply seems to have an adoration for unnecessary displays of objects in a room.

No, Levi isn't romantic. His love is not decorative, it's not up on display for others to admire its beauty, elegance, or extravagance. It doesn't exist for other humans to admire the lengths and power that humans held to demonstrate feelings, creativity, or passion. No, it's not the Sistine Chapel for strangers to come and go while wondering to themselves how a man can hold so much expression in his hands. It's not David by Michelangelo who some may say that it was a gift to humanity. Others may agree that such a display of capability could only be a physical representation of narcissism and its necessity to say "look at me, look at what I am capable of"

No, Levi isn't romantic. If you date him expecting pet names and endless declarations of adoration toward you, your past, or even your immortal soul... then don't. Don't expect kisses in crowded rooms to take not only your breath away, but those around whose hearts skip a beat admiring so much passion. Don't expect huge preparations for anniversaries and a gigantic bouquet of flowers at your work space.

No, because Levi's love isn't an endless novel that makes you grab a dictionary to understand half of its content.

No, because Levi's love isn't decorative. Levi's love is a quote between friends that stuck with you and makes you keep going when you feel like giving up. Levi's love isn't held in a museum sheltered so it may prevail, it's the overwhelming encompassing tranquility of a forest. It has been here even before humans existed to admire it and will probably overpass us without needing our protection. Levi's love is an old stone guarding house for refugees of a storm, rusty but homely. Levi's love isn't a complicated lecture so snobs can be spooned fed with deepness. Levi's love is a warm cup against your palms during a cold winter day after you're crawling home from work. It's pure, it's simple, it's there day at night, it's up for your reach at a cupboard where he left everything clean and prepare so it's the first thing you do when you arrive home. It's steady as a drum, it's strong as a stormy sea, it's essential and unwavering as Marmol pillar. It's not up on display because making public something so pure feels illicit and sordid.

In summary; no, you won't have a romantic partner if you decide to date Levi. There'll be non of the points I pointed out before, but do you truly need them? Why make a huge deal about San-valentines day, when you're loved every day?

Levi isn't romantic, he simply is not. It even goes against his nature to even try but his love for you isn't up for discussion.

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@daryl-dixon-daydreams that's how I found you, through another fandom. I was just scrolling and your works popped up. Your writings are amazing and I never leave them without a smile on my face!! @tojikai I know you're busy with uni now but just wanted to give you a shout-out because your works are the reason I came to Tumblr in the first place and I'm forever grateful to have gotten to know you!!

When someone leaves a comment on my fic and suddenly my desire to write comes back:

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Y’all making women in their thirties feel old is my villain origin story actually

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Y'all need to read this series!! It's amazing!! #fellbackinlovewithdaryldixon

Words: 7,335 (oooh a big one!) Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: S10/S11, The Reapers Warnings: mostly FEELS A/N: All gifs made by me. :) This is Part 6 of a series! Find all the parts on my pinned post, the Master List! Summary: Daryl takes DJ out for a bike ride and later he and Y/N head out to find desperately needed supplies for Alexandria.

Previous Chapter - Part 5

“Alrigh’,” Daryl said, pulling his crossbow from its place on his bike. “Yer up, boss,” he drawled with a smile. DJ was standing there with his recurve bow in hand looking eager. “Yer mom said ya know how to track and hunt. So, where are we headin’?”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Daryl nodded. “’M followin’ you. Hopefully to some breakfast…”

DJ’s expression turned more serious and he glanced around and started to head into the trees, checking back over his shoulder as if to make sure Daryl was really coming with. They moved through the brush in silence for a few minutes, and Daryl watched curiously as DJ would pause here and there. Suddenly he turned back to look over his shoulder and there was a bright smile on his face. “Rabbit!” he whispered, pointing ahead.

Daryl leaned around him and could see a small game trail going through the brush and brambles. He gave DJ a nod as if to say “Go on” and he did.

Before long, the trail led into a small meadow, really hardly more than just an opening in the trees. The grass with thick and folded over on itself, blanketed with moisture still in the early morning.

The cottontail was sitting on the edge of the trees across the tufted hillocks of grass, chewing on a tuft of dandelion leaves. Daryl watched as DJ readied his bow and started to step silently toward the rabbit until he could get an angle when he could make the shot.

But he took one step too close and there was a flash of brown and a puff of fluffy white tail and the rabbit was gone in an instant. DJ’s shoulders sagged. He turned and looked back at Daryl, disappointment painted all over his face.

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An actual representation of me after reading the latest chapter!!

Old Habits Die Hard Part 9 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: It's Mardi Gras weekend, and Bradley should know by now that his actions are always going to have consequences. 

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut, fluff

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Bradley breezed through his classes on Friday. This weekend was his fraternity's Mardi Gras party, one of his favorites each year. Usually he loved it because of all the tits on display. This year, he'd be there with you, which was perhaps even better. 

"Why do I even waste my time?" he muttered, scrubbing the bathroom again. He had invited you to sleep over all weekend leading up to the party on Saturday night, and he didn't want you to have to use a disgusting bathroom. He also had to go with Jeff and Dev to pick up kegs soon. That ought to be fun. 

Dev tried to keep the peace, but Jeff was still condescending. "Looks like you had a fun time in the study room yesterday," he told Bradley with an eyeroll.

Bradley just grunted, lifting one end of the keg. "Yeah." Yesterday, in the moment, it had been amusing to know that Jeff knew Bradley had fucked you in there. Now, Bradley was uncomfortable thinking about it. That should have been private, just between you and him... and maybe whomever was studying in the next room over. 

And now Jeff had changed tack, and Bradley wanted to throw the keg at him. "She any good? Tight pussy?" Jeff asked casually, and Bradley shot him a warning look. "Just curious. She's cute, but I'd never hit it now that you've had her." 

Bradley would love to punch him in the face. He had to take three deep breaths before saying, "Don't talk about her like that."

Jeff started cracking up. "How else should I talk about her?"

Bradley never talked about any girls like that. Sure, he'd enjoyed a lot of them, Phoebe many times over, but he couldn't stand the banter. "Don't fucking talk about her at all. How does that sound?" 

Dev pushed Bradley out of the way and carried the keg with Jeff. "Chill guys."

If Bradley got into another fight, he'd be gone. Only three months until graduation. He needed to keep it together. 

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Bradley had his hands all over you at the party on Friday night. It was a smaller crowd, presumably leading up to the rager that the Beta fraternity would be throwing the next night for Mardi Gras. Every time you took more than a few steps away from Bradley, he pulled you back to him. 

"Let's go upstairs, Sugar," he whispered to you over and over again. He had such an eager look on his face, you couldn't help but laugh. 

He wasn't drinking anything, but every time you finished a drink, he offered to get you another one. 

"We'll go up soon," you told him. It was effortless being around him. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he was sure acting like it. Acting like it enough that you could tell how pissed off Jeff was every time you saw him. 

So far tonight, you'd seen Jeff all over two different girls. You couldn't even imagine if you'd started dating him what he'd be like now. He was either doing this to get under your skin and Bradley's, or he would have been doing it behind your back. 

Bradley was standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, subtly playing with your hair while you watched a game of beer pong. "Actually, let's go upstairs now, Beer Boy." 

Bradley kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand, immediately pulling you toward the stairs. You had to hold the railing, laughing the whole way up as he was trying to take your shirt off. 

"Bradley!" you scolded, and you were both laughing. 

"Sugar!" he scolded you jokingly, but you came to a stop outside his door.

"Did you do that?" you asked, running your fingers over the hearts that had been drawn in black sharpie next to Sugar written on his door. Other than that addition, the door was exactly the same as the last time you saw it.

He nodded his head the tiniest bit. "Yeah."

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to stop thinking about having Bradley as your boyfriend. It wasn't going to happen. 

"I like that," you said pointing to the ink and letting him lead you inside. You had his jeans down, kneeling in front of him right away. "Can I finish what I started yesterday?"

"Yeah," Bradley groaned loudly as you put your lips around his rapidly hardening dick. He was too big for your mouth, so you used both hands too. You bobbed your head a few times, sliding your tongue along the tip. As far as you could tell, guys loved this. You just weren't sure if your technique was good or not. Your mind drifted to Bradley doing this with Janessa, and you felt the burning need to be better than her. 

You sucked hard on him for a few seconds until he moaned, running his hand along your cheek. You let him slip out of your mouth long enough to ask him, "Do you like that?" Your voice sounded deep and needy, and Bradley looked down at you with a subtle smirk that had you wrapping your lips around him again. 

He maintained eye contact with you while he said, "I like everything you do."

Licking along his tip, the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. "Am I better for you than Janessa?" You paused with him resting right between your lips, your breath ghosting over him.

Bradley's lips parted, but it took him a few seconds to answer. "Don't compare yourself, Sugar. You'd make everyone else look bad all the time."

You sucked on him and took him as far as you could, rolling your tongue and listening to all of the noises he was making. When he started whispering your name, you hollowed your cheeks and squeezed his balls. He came so hard, hitting the back of your throat; you almost choked before swallowing him down. You looked up at him as a few tears leaked from your eyes, his dick still inside your mouth.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he told you.

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Bradley loved getting head. Watching you suck his dick was so fun for him, he'd remember it for the rest of his life. You made eye contact, struggling to take him all the way and choking on his cum. You shed some pretty tears, and Bradley scooped you up into his arms. 

Softly, you asked him, "Will you go down on me?"

He nodded and kissed you softly. Giving girls head was a means to an end. He already got off in your mouth, so he could not believe he was agreeing to this right now. But he undressed you, spread you out on his bed and found that you were soaking wet. 

"Did you get this wet while your mouth was on me?" he asked you, dipping a finger through your folds and opening you up a bit more to his gaze. Jesus, you were so pretty down here too.

"Yes," you gasped when his finger stroked your clit. He put his mouth on you, slid his finger inside and sucked gently. You were moaning so softly, rolling your hips against his mouth in a rhythm that Bradley found addicting in a way he never had before. He removed his fingers and licked a broad stripe slowly from below your opening to above your clit. 

"Bradley!" you yelped and he grinned up at you. 

"You liked that?" he asked as you nodded down at him. He kissed you softly as he whispered, "Tell me you liked it and I'll do it again, Sugar."

"I liked it," you said, your voice breaking on the words. When Bradley did it again, you moaned his name. 

"Tell me how much you like it," he demanded with a devilish grin, licking you again. "Tell me, Sugar."

You just begged, whispering please again, seemingly unable to form any other words as you covered your face with your hands. 

"You sound dumb, baby." He dipped his tongue into you, swirling your moisture until it was all over his face. 

You sounded like you were crying when he put his lips back on your clit, and your hips were rolling harder. You came hard and loud, half laughing and half crying, and Bradley crawled up your body, kissing your sweetness into your mouth. 

After a few minutes, you shuffled yourself under the blankets and curled up next to him, his pants still halfway down his legs. "I've never been able to cum like that before," you whispered, and Bradley grinned as you dozed off. If this is how it would always feel with you, then he wouldn't mind doing it over and over again.

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You went home to shower and change before the Mardi Gras party, and Bradley insisted on walking you there. "You don't have to," you said. "It's broad daylight outside!"

"I want to," he told you, covering your mouth when you tried to protest again. 

"I'll walk back later with Janessa," you told him, promising you wouldn't walk alone. 

Janessa did your makeup in the kitchen. "Glitter?!" you asked, cringing as she swiped some on.

"Stop scrunching your face like that. You'll fit right in this way. Just wait until you see what the other girls are wearing....or not wearing, I suppose," she told you, putting a purple shade on your lips. 

"What are you going to wear?" you asked, trying not to move your lips while she worked. 

"Not much," she said with a shrug. "I'm planning on getting some beads. Wanna borrow something tiny?" 

"Beads? Like flashing the guys?" you asked, suddenly kind of wanting to stay home. 

"Yeah, it's fun. Doesn't mean anything. Except when I flash Tyson... that's going to mean something." Janessa was smirking now. 

Bradley was going to be waiting for you if you didn't show up. You exhaled, saying, "I guess. Give me one of your shirts."

You stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom and almost laughed. Janessa's shirt was so small, it looked like an oversized sports bra. But at least it had long sleeves. You threw Bradley's sweatshirt on over your outfit, planning on leaving it on for awhile. 

When you and Janessa arrived at the house, it was more packed than you could have ever imagined. There were literally topless girls hanging out on the porch, and you had no idea how the guys weren't getting a noise complaint at the moment. 

"Let's go," Janessa yelled, dragging you inside the house. When you didn't see Bradley right away, you made your way toward the kitchen, hoping he would make it easy for you in this crowd. There were beads flying across the living room and people were standing on the couches. 

You caught some beads before they could hit you in the head and looped them around your neck. "Thanks," you muttered to the guy who threw them as he chanted  Flash us!

When you were practically shoved through the kitchen door, you saw him, sitting on the counter next to Dev and sipping a beer. There were two girls with them, laughing and probably flirting, wearing shirts smaller than the one you had under Bradley's sweatshirt. Your heart sank. 

"Sugar," Bradley said when he saw you, hopping off the counter and shoving past both girls. You didn't know why you felt nervous. As soon as he reached you, he was kissing you right in front of the others. "Hi."

"Beer Boy," you whispered next to his lips, and you watched him smile. 

He pressed his lips to your neck, and you saw both girls eyeing you up with interest. Well, this was a new feeling for you. 

"Let's get you a good beer," he told you. He opened two and handed you one. "Wanna walk around?" 

You laughed. "It's so packed, I don't see how we could walk around.

"We'll manage. Nice shirt, by the way," he said with a smile, tilting his beer toward his own sweatshirt on you. "What you got on underneath?" he asked, licking his lips. 

"Not much," you told him with a smile, knowing he would find out later. 

"Love to hear that," he said, taking your hand and leading you out into the crowd and noise. 

You had to yell to be heard. "Why are there so many guys here tonight? Usually it's mostly girls."

Bradley leaned in closer to you. "We invite guys from other frats to this party every year. Kind of a goodwill gesture. Come for the free beer, stay for the girls," he said with a laugh. "I don't know most of them, so stay close, okay?"

You agreed as he nodded toward the beer pong tables and raised his eyebrows. 

"Yes," you confirmed. Now that you'd gotten so much better, you didn't mind playing in front of a crowd. 

Bradley got your body squared up just like last time, his hands lingering on your hips and sliding up under the sweatshirt. "You know, if you're too warm, we can just take this off...." 

You didn't stop him when he slid the fabric up higher and higher, revealing your bare torso inch by inch. 

"Damn, Sugar. Are you wearing anything under this?" he asked, and you laughed before he finally revealed green fabric. "That's a tiny shirt." He was licking his lips as he looked at your breasts. You'd skipped a bra, and it was so obvious right now. You were afraid everyone was looking at you, but no... just Bradley. 

You almost whimpered as he tossed his sweatshirt into the corner and let his hands rest on your waist.

"Focus, you two!" called a random guy from the other end of the table, and Bradley got you in place again. 

"Just like last time. It's math," he reminded you, taking the first shot and making it into a cup.

You jumped up and down, and his eyes were instantly on your breasts again. 

"God, this is going to be a fun night," he told you. 

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Bradley watched you make two shots in a row, throwing your arms around him in celebration. "We won!" you cheered, and he kissed you hard on the mouth. He ran his hands along your back. 

"You're good at it now." He set the table up again, getting it ready for the next set of opponents to try to beat you. Bradley glanced around the room, every once in a while spotting some bare tits. The Beta guys were handing out liberal amounts of Mardi Gras beads, and he had a few strands in his pocket, but he was planning on giving them all to you. 

He had spotted the gold strand around your neck before. "Where'd you get the beads, Sugar?" he asked, eyes narrowed.

You rolled your eyes. "Some guy threw them at me and then tried to get me to flash him. Idiot did it in the wrong order," you told him with a laugh. 

Bradley laughed as the next pair made their way to the table. "You wanna earn some more beads?" he asked, pulling you against him with a smirk. 

"From you?" you asked. It was so loud, Bradley had to practically read your lips. He nodded in response and almost fell over when you pulled up the bottom of your little crop top, and glancing side to side, revealed your tits to him. Your body was pressed against his pretty good, so he only caught a glimpse, but he smiled so much his cheeks hurt. 

"God damn," he whispered in your ear as you blushed and pulled your shirt back down. He slid one hand inside your shirt and pinched your nipple. Your eyes went wide and you gasped. Bradley kissed your open mouth and looped some purple beads around your neck. 

Then he guided you to the table, acting like he didn't have a semi hard dick when he took the first throw. 

You were getting drunk after the second and third games, dancing around next to him. At one point, he had to guide you closer to the wall, because you were insisting on flashing him again. "Just take all my beads, baby. They are all yours," he promised, adding all of the strands from his pocket to the ones you were already wearing. You were giggling nonstop now and reaching for him. He was planning on taking you upstairs soon. 

Bradley knew Phoebe was out on the porch, and he had spotted Jeff a few minutes ago, but he seemed to be keeping his distance, thankfully. "I need the bathroom," Bradley told you. "I'll be right back."

So Bradley walked away as you started to set up the beer pong table again. You were smiling, and the two of you were on a roll, knocking out all of your opponents. He ran upstairs to his bathroom to pee. When he looked in the mirror, which he hated doing, he actually looked happy. Huh.

He wove his way back through all of the tits and found you standing with your back to him. Some guy he didn't recognize was talking to you, and Bradley wanted to start the next round of pong, but he froze as the guy ran his fingers down your side. 

You didn't back away when he asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Bradley watched you shake your head, and he clenched his fists. "No, I don't have a boyfriend," you answered, and the guy smiled at you in such a way that Bradley wanted to level him. 

When he touched you again, you stumbled backwards a step and laughed, encouraging this dickhead. 

"What the fuck?" Bradley asked nobody in particular. While he supposed you weren't lying, it made him so angry that you were still chatting with the other guy. The thumping music was starting to make Bradley's head pound. He really needed to get out of this room now, and he wanted to beg you to come with him to the kitchen or his bedroom or outside. Anywhere away from everyone else. 

"Bradley!" called a girl with her naked tits covered in beads. "I haven't seen you in weeks!" He was pretty sure this girl had, until very recently, had her name written on his door.

"What's up?" he asked her, still watching you with most of his attention. 

"Just having fun!" she announced. "I don't know if you remember my name, but it's Willow. Can we go upstairs?" 

"No," he told her softly, letting his eyes dip down to her chest. Her nipples were peeking out between the beads, and he thought for a second that he did remember fucking her. It had been fun. 

"No?" Willow asked, pulling his hands up to her chest. Maybe Bradley had more beer in him than he originally thought, because he was having a hard time processing. She started kissing his cheek, inching toward his mouth as she laughed. 

She kissed his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Bradley sighed, running his fingers aimlessly along her body, stopping at her tits. If you were going to flirt with other guys, why couldn't he do the same? But the thought made him uncomfortable. 

"Wait, no," he managed to say, backing away.

She pouted. "Well can I at least have more beads then?" she asked.

"I gave them all away," he said, turning back to where you were looking thoroughly upset. "To Sugar. Sugar!"

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You were going to throw up. You turned away from Max, a guy you used to tutor in calculus, before you spotted Bradley just across the beer pong table. He had his hands all over a topless girl, and they were kissing. She was reaching for the front of his jeans, and he wasn't doing anything to stop her. You watched Bradley's hand skim over her breasts as if you weren't right here. As if you hadn't just flashed him and let him touch you. As if you meant nothing. 

You wanted to rip his fucking door right off the hinges and throw it out his bedroom window. 

"Sugar!" he called when he turned to face you. But you started walking away, you already had tears in your eyes now, so you swiped them off your cheeks. He wasn't worth crying over, but you couldn't help it. You had feelings for him, after just meeting him last month. You knew how he was, but you let yourself fall anyway. 

You squeezed through bodies, having an easier time of it than Bradley with his bigger form. 

"Sugar!" he called. "Wait!" But you just moved faster until you were out on the front porch. You saw Phoebe, and she gave you a dirty look which just made you want to cry even more. You were such a fucking idiot, you took off down the sidewalk. But out in the open, Bradley caught up to you easily. 

"Talk to me!" he demanded, and you turned around to gape at him. 

"About what? You touching that girl's boobs? Or you shoving your tongue down her throat?" you asked, sobbing a little bit. 

Bradley looked like he was in agony. "Why the fuck did you tell that guy you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Because I don't, Bradley! The last guy who asked me out was Jeff, and I told him no!"

"Why were you flirting with him? And letting him touch you?" 

Now your anger was taking over and the sadness was receding. "I wasn't! I told him to stop! You know what, Bradley? You have a lot of nerve. You touched her and kissed her, and you're trying to make me feel bad?"

"Sugar, I didn't-"

"Stop calling me that!" 

Bradley ran his hands through his hair. "Look, I fucked up, but it won't happen again!"

You laughed at him and started walking away again, shivering in the night air with your skin exposed. "No shit, it won't happen again. Lose my number. And repaint your fucking door." 

"Will you listen to me?" he asked, grabbing you by the shoulder to stop you. "I really like you!"

You just shook your head and started crying more. "No, you don't. You think you do. You even made me think you did, but you don't."

"Fuck!" he shouted. "I have never dated anyone before, and I want you to be my girlfriend."

You stood stunned, in the middle of the sidewalk. "No." You turned and walked toward your apartment with Bradley on your heels. "Leave me alone," you told him, wiping your tears away as you went. But he stayed with you until you reached your building. "Will you leave me alone? Please?" you asked, hiccupping. You forced yourself to turn to face him, and when you did, the urge to throw up returned. 

He looked devastated. You had wanted him to be your boyfriend. You really wanted him to want to make it official. And now he had ruined it. He had ruined all of the times he had been so sweet to you. Every memory was going to boil down to this moment for you. 

"I just... needed to make sure you got back safely," he said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I'm sorry. I fucked up. I wouldn't do it again. I would be a good boyfriend." His eyes looked watery, but you knew you had to stand your ground.

"Lose my number. Paint your door." You went inside. 

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Permanent Mark XI: Epilogue

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings:  pregnancy, insecurities, miscarriage

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“Maybe fate would be a little kinder…”

“I heard about it when Satoru called. He’s a mess. He said your husband contacted him.” You heard faint voices as you came around. There was a white wall in front of your face as you tried to blink away the fog that is covering your vision. Are you being lulled to sleep? Why is everything spinning? You wondered as you looked around. Figures. There were figures. You moved your hand up to reach one of them but the piercing pain in your hand stopped you from doing so. So, you tried to sit up, panicking when your head started to throb the moment you lifted it from the pillow.

“Don’t try to sit up, Y/N. It’s not good for you.” It’s a familiar voice. You know this person, what’s their name? “You have to rest to gain your strength quickly.” The voice spoke again, their figure reaching out to you. The weight of their hand was too much that you could only lie down. There were distant voices that you couldn’t clearly hear and to you, the figures where the voices are coming from are just blobs. Are they even human? You wondered as you tightly closed your eyes shut.

What happened after you fell asleep? You thought to yourself. Are you dreaming? How did you even get here? There was a pain in your lower stomach that made you wince as you tried to recall the memories of last night. You feel like you’re underwater. The noises started to morph until they were only distorted sounds around you. What happened after you slept? You wondered again as you felt pain erupt from your lower stomach in a throbbing manner. Your place your hand to soothe it, sighing as it slowly fades, before coming back again, making you hiss.

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The Queen, @tojikai is back!!! And she's brought us to angst heaven!!!

Permanent Mark X: Loss

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings:  pregnancy, mentions of abortion, implied miscarriage

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“We all experience the pain of losing something. Or someone.”

“You. Film it.” There’s no way in hell that I’d let you fool my daughter again. 

Your mother was furious at the sight a couple of meters away from her. Just when she was thinking about reaching out and helping the two of you with your issues, she sees this. The man who was swearing to take care of you and her grandchild just a week ago is here meeting someone else.

Your mother partially blames herself for your poor decisions in life. Not being able to look after you, talking to you only to nag you about the company, and not paying attention to your bad habits are only a few of the things that she started to regret when you yourself started to face the consequences. Your mother isn’t clueless about you, though. She already got a feeling that that woman isn’t just anyone or someone that piqued your curiosity. Not by the way you ran after her and definitely not by the way you avoided your mother’s gaze when she asked why you were asking about her.

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You all have got to read this!!! I'm now in love with Jake Seresin and I didn't think that would ever happen! #topgun #hangman #jakeseresinfluff

Keep Your Eyes On Me • Chapter 10

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Mitchell!OC

Summary:

Elizabeth “Ghost” Mitchell is the daughter of what some would say is the most decorated Naval Captain. But when she is called back to North Island for a special mission she is forced to face her past loves, past hurts, and past losses.

Warnings:

violence, swearing, PTSD, war, mental illness & probably more

Word Count: 5141

Cross Posted: A03 • Wattpad

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“Good morning,” Warlock said, looking over the 14 aviators. “The uranium enrichment plant that is your target will be operational earlier than expected.” Liz looked over to John before looking back towards the front. She had wondered why both admirals had decided to come in for their morning briefing. “Raw uranium will be delivered to the plant in ten days' time. As a result, your mission has been moved up one week.”

Everyone adjusted in their seats, looking at one another. They barely have been able to do the speed runs through the canyon. How were they supposed to get the training they needed in only a week?

“Sir, no one here has successfully flown a low-level course,” Javy spoke up saying what was on everyone’s mind. 

“Nevertheless, you’ve been ordered to move on. Captain,” Warlock called to Pete, who had been standing to the side. 

“We have one week left to focus on phase two. It's the most difficult phase of the mission,” Maverick spoke quickly and precisely as he walked in front of his students. “It’s a pop-up strike with a steep dive, requiring nothing less than two consecutive miracles.” He held up two fingers. He had mapped out this entire flight plan the minute he received the target information. “Two pairs of f-18s will fly in a welded wing formation. Teamwork. Precise coordination of these aircrafts is essential to both the mission’s success and your survival.” Liz glanced over at Jake, who glanced over at Rooster, before shifting back to Mav to continue listening to their plan. “As you know the plant rests between two mountains. On final approach, you’ll invert directly into a steep dive. This allows you to maintain the lowest possible altitude and the only possible attack angle.” 

The aviators closely watched the screen behind Maverick show the flight plan as he spoke. Their target only being a little under 3 meters wide was not exactly the best. Liz was a sharpshooter in the army. But even with a laser-guided strike, she didn’t think she would be able to make such a tight shot with a plane. 

“The two-seat aircraft will paint the target with a laser bulls-eye. The first pair will breach the reactor by dropping a laser-guided bomb on the exposed ventilation hatch. This will create an opening for the second pair,” he explained, stepping in front of the screen again as he held up one finger. “That's miracle number one.” Liz rubbed her face, wondering how the hell they were going to pull this off. “The second team will deliver the kill shot and destroy the target.” He held up two fingers. “That's miracle number two.” 

“How the hell do they think we are going to do this?” John whispered into her ear. 

“I have no clue,” she mumbled as her father continued. 

“If either team misses the target, the mission is a failure. Egress is a steep high-g climb out to avoid hitting this mountain.”

“A steep climb at that speed? You’re pulling at least eight Gs,” Jake spoke up, making Maverick turn to him. 

“Nine, minimum,” he said with a slight attitude.

Liz smirked a bit. Only her father would want them to pull off something as insane as this. 

“The stress level of the f-18s airframe is 7.5,” Liz said next, causing Mav to look over to her. 

“That's the accepted limit. To survive this mission, you’ll pull beyond that, even if it means bending your airframe.” Liz leaned back in her chair, looking at Pete before scribbling down some information on her notepad. She had never pulled that much weight at that steep a climb. 

“You'll be pulling so hard you’ll weigh close to two thousand pounds - your skull crushing your spine, your lungs imploding, like an elephant sitting on your chest - fighting with everything you have just to keep from blacking out,” he explained in detail. The thing was, Elizabeth lived for that feeling. It’s one of the few things she looked forward to when she flew. “And this is where you will be at your most vulnerable. This is coffin corner.” He looked at his team closely, hoping what he was saying was sinking in for them. “Assuming you avoid crashing into the mountain, you’ll climb right up into enemy radar while losing all of your airspeed. Within seconds, you will be fired upon by enemy SAMs.” The graphic on screen showed just how quickly it will happen. “You’ve all faced sustained Gs before but this… This is going to take you and your aircraft to the breaking point.”

“Sir, is this even achievable?” Natasha said, her voice showing minor defeat. 

“The answer to that question will come down to the pilot in the box,” he said seriously. 

After a few more questions, they went into preflight. The group of aviators were quieter than normal as they processed the probability of their mission. The first group in the air was Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy as team alpha; Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob were team beta.

Both were unsuccessful in their shots. 

“I’ve never felt that much force. I actually feel sick for once” Fanboy mumbled, walking back into the rec room as the second group walked out. Team alpha was Fritz, Yale, and Harvard and the aeta team was Coyote, Ghost, and Junior… All failing once again. 

“Our site went dead-eye,” Liz huffed, walking into the room plopping down next to Rooster as the next group left. 

“Nothing you could have helped,” Bradley said, glancing over at the woman. 

“Hey, Ghost. I heard you were a sharpshooter in the army. That true?” Yale asked, making her look back at him. 

“Yeah, that’s true. Didn’t want to go to sniper school though. As much respect as I have for them, I just don’t like sitting still,” she said with a shrug. 

“There’s a range on base right? We should all go shooting after training. See how rusty we all are,” Yale said with a laugh. 

“I’d be down for that!” Junior said with a grin, high-fiving Yale. 

“That’s a miss!” Omaha's voice called over the radio, causing the group of aviators to sigh in disappointment. Group four packed up and left, leaving Omaha, Echo, Hangman, Junior, Fritz, and Ghost in the rec room. 

“This mission is going to be impossible,” Omaha complained. 

“Our probability is low, sure. But it’s not impossible. Maverick did say it was going to be a miracle,” Liz spoke up, looking at the man. 

“Wait, who’s that?” Bob's voice called over the radio, causing everyone to look over at it. 

“Blue team, you’ve been spotted,” Maverick’s voice called over the comm. 

“Shit, it’s maverick,” Coyote expressed. 

The group of aviators listening moved closer to the radio, curious as to what was going to happen. The dog fight surely came on as Bob’s laser went dead-eye as well, causing the Coyote to drop blind. 

“What's with the dead lasers?” Jake mumbled over to Liz, causing her to shrug, too focused on the group in the air. 

“Damn it, missed!” Coyote's voice cried out before they broke to climb. 

“That’s tone,” Maverick’s voice called out, making Bob and Phoenix curse now that they were dead. “Blue team, that’s a fail. Level out, Coyote.”

But Coyote didn’t respond. The group looked at one another, and Liz looked at Jake with concern. 

“Oh, my god, he’s in g-lock,” Maverick said in slight despair, going after him and trying everything to get Coyote to wake up. 

“Come on, Javy, come on,” Jake murmured under his breath. Liz held her breath as she heard her father's voice screaming over the radio. 

“I’m okay! I’m good!” Javy’s voice finally called out. The aviators cheered, thanking the heavens their friend wasn’t dead. 

Phoenix and Bob came into the rec room once they had grounded and got enveloped in hugs from Liz and Rooster. 

“Javy is in the medical bay getting checked out. He should be fine though,” Phoenix reassured them, looking at Jake who nodded. Liz reached over to Jake, gripping his arm softly in comfort.  

“You're the last group for the day,” Bob said, looking at Liz and her group. The young woman looked over to Bob before looking back at Jake, who gave her a soft look. 

“Go give Mav hell.” 

Once in the air, team alpha got to target and missed leaving Fritz, Ghost, and Junior to try to make the target. Thankfully, the laser didn’t dead-eye but they didn’t make it. They barely evaded Maverick as he tried to kill them. 

“Damn it,” Liz grumbled, glaring over to her father's plane, who cooley flew next to them. 

“Beta team fail!” he shouted as Fritz saddled up on the other side of Maverick. “We’re done for the day.” 

Thank God. For once she didn't want to be in the air - she wanted to visit Javy, and make sure Jake was okay. She looked over, seeing her father smiling her way. When she noticed him watching her, she gave him a little wave. Liz sighed looking ahead again, smiling lightly at the fact that she was flying an f-18 next to her father. She never thought she’d get the opportunity to do something like this. But just as the calm came, the probable but unthinkable happened: she heard a loud thump against her glass before one of her jets exploded. 

“Bird strike!” She could hear her father's voice through the comms as she gripped her joystick. 

“Ghost, our engine’s on fire!” Junior shouted as sirens blared. 

“Shit!” she expressed before pulling her stick up to climb. “Climbing to extinguish,” she announced, trying her best to keep a level head. “Shutting off fuel to engine and extinguishing,” she continued to call out, her voice wavering only a little. She could do this. She knew how, she just had to think about it. 

“Right engine is out!” Junior called out, causing her to curse again. She immediately reached down to try to restart the engine, the alarms still blaring. 

“Ghost, it is on fire, you’ve-”

She cut her father's panicked voice off as she began throttling up again trying her hardest to save the plane. 

“I’m not losing this plane. Extinguishing fire!” she shouted, but the plane broke left. She cursed again, losing control of the plane. 

“Oh my god,” her father's voice rang through her comm set.

She quickly went through everything she needed to do: switch off her engine and press the extinguishing fluid as the plane started to roll. She was panicking. Her frontal lobe began to shut down as her family flashed before her eyes. Her father's smile, the feeling of Jake’s lips on hers, her and Bradley singing at a dive bar.

“Ghost, Junior, punch out!” Maverick's voice shouted. She cursed, still trying to save the plane. “You can’t save it! Eject! Eject!” Maverick said more seriously.

John moved to pull the rings between his legs… only for it to do nothing. 

“It won’t eject!” John shouted.

Liz pulled on hers, only for nothing to happen.

“It won’t eject, it won’t eject!” Liz shouted, the panic fully setting.

The noises around her faded into nothing as her breathing quickened. This was it. She was going to die. She always thought it would happen in some blaze of glory. She supposed she would be ablaze. She took in a deep breath, her desperate tugging slowing as her mind slipped back to Jake. What was she going to do? What was he going to do? He would be a mess. No, she supposed she only wished he was. But she didn't wish he was. She wished he didn't care, yet desperately wanted him to. She wanted to kiss him. Why didn't she just kiss him? Hold him tight. Tell him how she felt. How did she feel? 

“Jesus, punch out, Elizabeth!” her father's voice screamed as her eyes watched the mountain getting closer.

Liz snapped out of her trance after hearing her father scream. Maverick’s panic caused both John and Liz to pull with all their might on the ejection handles, making the canopy eject and pop them out of the plane. Their shoots opened as their plane crashed into the mountain below them. 

Liz panted, tears welling up in her eyes as she watched the fiery inferno below them. Maverick and Fritz’s jets shot by above them. The two soldiers landed on the ground. Elizabeth immediately puked, John following not long after. Her breathing got heavier, her ears ringing with the scent of fire in the air. The sweltering heat made her want to puke more. She crawled on the ground a bit, trying to get her bearings when another pop could be heard from the fiery plane only half a mile out from where they landed. She looked over towards the sound only to see sand, kids playing with a makeshift soccer ball, and the angry eyes of a woman ready to kill her.

Jake’s POV

The group of pilots sat in the rec room silently. They were all in shock at what had occurred. None of them would have thought two incidents would happen in a row, let alone an ejection error. They were informed they would be able to go home; Elizabeth and John only had minor injuries. Most went home. Jake and Bradley stayed. Bradley stared at the wall in shock, trying to process the idea of almost losing Elizabeth again. Jake walked over to Bradley, unsure as to what to say to him. Before he had the chance, Warlock approached the two of them.

“Elizabeth and John are alright. You can go see them now if you want,” Warlock said.

“Thank you, sir,” Jake said, nodding at the admiral.

Jake watched him turn and leave, before looking over at Bradley, who didn't even move a muscle. Was he not going to rush to Elizabeth's side? Didn't he love her? He scoffed a little before turning for the door and rushing straight to the infirmary.

He paused in front of the infirmary door, panting slightly before opening it and walking inside. His eyes see Junior sitting on his bed across from Liz, who was completely knocked out. Maverick was talking to the nurse, a serious look on his face. 

Jake slowly made his way toward John, eyes locked on Elizabeth's face. Usually, when someone was asleep, they looked at peace and relaxed. She looked like she was in absolute horror. Brow-furrowed mouth turned into a desperate frown. Jaw clenched. 

“Is she okay?” Jake asked Junior, who had a tear-stained face. 

“She’s fine. Minor injuries from landing. She thought she was back over there. They had to sedate her after she punched out three of the EVACs.” The large man's voice was quiet, almost a whisper. He couldn't bring himself to look at anybody, only the polaroid he grasped in his large hands. Jake put his hand on John's shoulder, eyes looking at the photo of what he assumed was his wife, newborn child, and himself in the hospital. 

“It’s going to be alright man.”

“That was too close, Jake. We’ve never had that close of a call before,” he breathed out, voice cracking. “I need to call my wife,” he breathed out as a few more tears left his eyes.

A nurse came over to tend to him. Jake pulled away and looked over at Maverick, who stood next to his sleeping daughter. His hands were shaking as he wiped a strand of hair away from her face then leaned down to kiss her forehead gently. 

“Lieutenant, we can’t have too many people in here who aren’t supposed to be,” a nurse said to Jake.

The tall blond looked at the nurse, his jaw setting. Did she have any clue what was going on? His friends almost died. He had to be there. 

“I have a right to be here,” Jake said, standing his ground.

The nurse was about to protest when her gaze shifted to next to Jake. Before he could follow her gaze, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Maverick stepped up beside him.

“I was just leaving. Lieutenant Seresin will be looking over Lieutenants Mitchell and Wero while I’m gone,” Pete explained. Jake observed his captain, noticing the slight redness in his eyes. Had he been crying? If not, he certainly wanted to. Jake’s gaze went over to the nurse, who conceded and walked away. Maverick stepped in front of Jake, his eyes looking over at his daughter before looking at Jake again. “I have to go debrief Admiral Simpson. Please watch these two,” he said, giving Jake a knowing look before walking out of the infirmary.

Jake turned back towards his friends. He watched as Johnathan was transferred to a wheeled chair and brought over to the infirmary’s phone. Jake grabbed a chair, walked it over to Elizabeth’s bed, and sat down. His eyes peered over every inch of her that wasn’t covered by a blanket. Her hands were cuffed to the side of the bed. 

“Gosh damn it, Liz,” he breathed out, rubbing his face. He subconsciously reached out and gripped her hand tightly. “You scared me half to death,” he breathed out. Tears welled up in his eyes. He then began to laugh a bit. “You know, if you keep ejecting out of planes, they might kick you out of the Navy.” He used his free hand to wipe his tears. 

“Talking to her is good.” Jake jumped, glaring slightly at the doctor that stepped into the room. The man laughed a bit. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. But talking to her is good. She may look like she’s sleeping, but her body is still recovering from the shock of the accident. And while she might be unconscious, it is very possible she is able to hear you. She might appreciate hearing from someone who loves her," he explained.

Jake raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

"You've got it wrong," he said. "I'm not in love with her. We're in the same squadron and she's just a good friend." But the words left a sour taste in his mouth. 

“Young man, I’ve been working as a navy doctor for forty years. No man runs into the hospital wing with the look you had and isn’t in love,” he said matter-of-factly. 

Jake stared at the doctor, who turned around and walked back to his desk. The doctor turned on his little old-school radio, catching the tail end of Le Vi En Rose. Jake looked at the doctor before turning back to Liz. His thumb gently ran over the back of her hand. He lifted her hand gently to place a soft kiss on it and sighed. 

“I hate you, Elizabeth,” he breathed out.

He kissed her hand again. Maybe he was in love with her. No, he knew that he was. He just hadn't fully admitted it to himself. He hadn't seen Liz in several years, so those feelings had been pushed aside. But now that she was back and was a constant figure in his life? Those feelings were coming rushing back like a stampede. His mother would kill him if she knew he was taking this long to work up the courage to tell her how much he loved her. He could already hear her protests. “You talked day and night about that girl anytime you were around her. Make the damn move.” He shook his head, laughing to himself at the thought.

The last time he was with her this much was at the 2017 Navy Ball. As if on cue, Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James came on, causing him to laugh again.

“Oh, Lord.” He squeezed her hand. “You remember this?” he asked, looking up at her face. He frowned a little at how pained she looked, but he continued. “Was the Navy's annual birthday ball, 2017 I think.”

Jake stood in the dimly lit room, hand holding the glass of alcohol in his hand. His dress blues were steamed and pressed to perfection. He leaned against the wall, leaning in close to the tall blonde in front of him. He wasn’t even using half of his charm and this girl was already giggling. He couldn’t remember her name. Though he probably couldn’t have told you her name at that moment either.

As the woman began to talk, his eyes scanned the room. He noticed Javy with his girlfriend, dancing excitedly. His eyes went to the door as two familiar faces walked through. One of those was Bradley Bradshaw; he hadn’t seen him since Rooster graduated flight school. Jake’s eyes shifted to the shorter woman next to him: Natasha Rambo. They were an attractive couple though the dating rumors were only rumors. Turned out to be false. His breath hitched when the two turned to laugh at something someone behind said, revealing the most attractive woman he had ever seen. 

Her hair fell over her shoulders in perfect curls. The black dress fit every curve of hers perfectly, leaving the right amount of, dare he say modest, cleavage. A slit ran up the side revealing her beautifully brown leg. It only hit him who it was when he looked at her face a little closer. He watched as the three of them walked from table to table, looking for their names. They eventually landed at his table. He watched as Bradley pulled out both of his accompanying ladies’ chairs before pushing them in and taking a seat himself. The three laughed even harder as Natasha added her own commentary. 

“What do you think?” the woman in front of him asked, causing Jake to snap out of his trance and look over at the blonde. 

“Oh um.” He thought for a moment. He had no clue what she even said.

The woman’s face fell before she tossed her water in his face and stormed off causing him to stand there for a moment before wiping himself off. He made his way to the table where Javy and his girl already sat, taking the seat next to Liz that Jake oh so badly wanted. 

“Trouble in paradise, Seresin?” the woman’s voice rang out from across the table as he sat. Jake’s signature grin forming on his lips. 

“Oh no sunshine, I got everything handled,” he said with a wink, causing the woman to roll her eyes. 

“Party hasn’t even started yet and you're already bombing with the ladies,” Natasha chimed in. “Seems you’ve lost your touch.”

“Well, you’ve never had my touch, Phoenix, so how could you possibly know?” he shot back, causing Bradley to glare at him. 

“Well, it’s nice to see you all again,” Javy chimed in to break the cycle of insults about to fly. 

The group chatted lightly. Elizabeth was seemingly more distracted with what was going on in the room than the conversation. He couldn’t really focus anytime he spoke with someone else around the table. He couldn’t help but steal a glance at her. But she stayed silent, letting the others talk more about their lives than her own. Then the speeches began, making everyone shut up. Awards were being given out, special “thank you’s,” and information about the navy. Generally boring things. Then the real party began with the dancing and the open bar and of course the desert. 

“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” Liz said, excusing herself from the table.

Jake's eyes followed her as Natasha and Bradley headed to the dance floor. Javy and his girl were already there, leaving him with a few others he wasn’t as familiar with. He couldn’t help but notice the man chatting Liz up at the bar, how he made her smile. It caused his jaw to clench a bit. Then he noticed her back away a little. Her genuine smile slowly turned into one of discomfort before her smile turned into a polite nod. Then she glanced at him. What was that? A general glance? Probably. No, no, she did it again. 

“Excuse me,” Jake said, standing up. He grabbed a glass from the table as he walked over, stepping between the other navy man and Elizabeth. “Hey honey, sorry. Got caught up in a conversation. You forgot your glass at the table,” he hummed softly with a smile. 

“Awe thank you, my love.”

That sent goosebumps up his back, the hairs behind his neck standing up as he smiled down at her. Her blue eyes looked up at his green ones before she kissed him on the cheek. Her hands moved to his chest as she clung to his side. 

“Who is your friend?” Jake asked as he snaked his hand around her waist. A part of him wished he could feel her bare skin. 

“Lieutenant Jackson, Navy SEALS,” he said, reaching a hand out to shake Jake’s. Jake's took the offer being sure to shake it extra firmly. 

“Jake Seresin, they call me Hangman,” he explained. The two just stared at each other with glares. “Well, thank you for buying my wife a drink, though you bought her scotch. She only drinks whiskey,” he said, taking the drink before downing it himself. He tried his best not to grimace at the taste. 

“That right…” the man said suspiciously. “Is that why she walked in with another man while you were flirting with some other woman?” the man said, causing Elizabeth to laugh. 

“Oh Lieutenant Jackson, you’re very funny. It’s a game we play you know? Pretend you don’t know one another. Then he picks me up and well… it makes it all more exciting,” she said.

Jake looked down at her like she had three heads. Is that what kind of imaginary married scenario she imagined? The Navy man looked at her with the same expression not buying it at all. 

“Well, I’ll leave you to… that,” he said before walking away, leaving the two alone. Elizabeth immediately pulled away to order herself a new drink. 

“Took you long enough. I think I gave you like five signals,” she grumbled. 

“So we are a married couple who like to play hard to get with one another? What is this? Mr. and Mrs. Smith?” Jake said with a laugh, ordering himself a drink. 

“I was thinking more Mission Impossible,” she said. She moved to sit on the barstool behind her, Jake doing the same. 

“Mission Impossible?” 

“They're good movies!” she expressed, immediately ready to defend her statement. What he didn’t know was it was because she and her father religiously watched them whenever they came out. “Put your hand on my leg. Our seal friend is watching,” she said before laughing a bit.

Jake immediately did as he was told, leaning in closer to her. He reached his hand over to her exposed thigh, now able to get a better look at her outfit. It wasn’t black; it was a dark blue navy color. She wore a silver garter that matched her strappy silver shoes and jewelry. He couldn’t help but lick his lips a bit as his fingers grazed her soft skin, slowly rubbing shapes. His eyes went back to hers, noticing the faint blush on her cheeks. He hoped it wasn’t makeup or alcohol doing that to her. 

“So I heard you graduated second in your TOPGUN class,” he commented.

“Heard you graduated first,” she shot back. 

“As I should have,” he said with a smirk.

She scoffed a bit before smiling. 

“Congratulations,” she said genuinely. 

“I was trying to congratulate you first,” he admitted.

Their drinks were set in front of them. They each took their drink in hand, raised their glasses to one another, and drank a little. Liz looked at the dance floor and watched Bradley and Natasha dance. Jake followed her gaze, also noticing the two of them. 

“Are they ever going to hook up or am I missing something?” 

“He keeps denying that there are feelings there.” 

“He should grow a pair and just ask her out.”

“He’s going the slow route again,” she said knowing he would appreciate that joke. And he did laugh a bit. Elizabeth downed her drink. “Come on, let’s dance, my dear husband,” she said.

She climbed off the stool, took his hand, and pulled him towards the dance floor. He couldn't that deny hearing those words from her beautiful gloss-covered lips made goosebumps flare on his skin.

“I thought you said you don’t like dancing?” 

“Well, I don’t, but our dear lieutenant is still staring,” she breathed.

She turned her back toward him as a clubby song came on, his hands meeting her hips as they danced. He bit his lips a little at the feeling of her ass moving just the right way over his hips. That seemed to get the guy to stop watching, moving on to someone else. But the two were having too much fun to truly notice. The next several songs were equally as energetic, appealing to both the younger and older crowd members. The DJ did a good job of mixing songs. Eventually, the DJ faded the music into a slower song: A Sunday King of Love. Couples began pairing up. 

“Thank you for rescuing me,” Elizabeth said, looking up at him. His heart sank a bit as she tried to leave. But he pulled her in holding her waist and hand. 

“Just one more dance…” he said softly, though he would let go if she protested.

He watched her face turn into a soft smile, agreeing as she let him lead. Her head eventually made it to his chest, her hand laying on the other side as they danced. Her eyes closed softly as she relaxed, taking in the music. Javy and his girl were dancing along, as well as a few others, including Bradley and Natasha. He closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of her against him, only opening his eyes when he felt eyes on him. He looked down to see Elizabeth staring up at him. Their lips were only inches away from one another. Her heels helped their height difference a lot. He watched her eyes move to his lips then back up to his eyes causing his heart to jump in excitement as he did the same.

The two were inching close before a finger tapped his shoulder, making the two pull away. Jake almost expected it to be the Navy SEAL. Instead, it was Admiral Kazansky. Jake’s eyes widened. 

“Sir!” he said, standing up straighter. Tom chuckled lightly. 

“At ease, soldier. I was wondering if I could steal Lieutenant Mitchell from you.”

Jake laughed a little. He glanced up to see that her face had relaxed. Her features softened as an equally soft smile was left on the corners of her lips. Maybe the doctor was right. 

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On My Own | Alternate Ending

Summary: Set several years in the future, here is a small look into what Bruce and Araminta’s life would be like if the final showdown between Elliott and Bruce went differently, and Bethany miraculously survived being strangled.

A/N: This is an alternate universe in which I show your hearts mercy and let Bruce and Minty be happy together. You’re welcome. THIS IS NOT CANNON–so much of the story had to be undone to make this ending possible, and certain details I’ve left up to readers to decide (i.e. if Bruce is still Batman, if Araminta finds out about Elliott’s illness, etc. ). This is simply for fun and I will not be elaborating on this ‘happy ending’ further!

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An actual representation of how I feel after reading @captain-ariel-rogers latest posts. 😭😭

On My Own | Epilogue

Series Summary: In the aftermath of the trauma caused by the Riddler, Bruce and Araminta try their best to navigate their turbulent relationship. Bruce struggles to live two separate lives, leaving little crumbs of his secret identity in his path. A new enemy emerges, jeopardizing the life Bruce has desperately tried to build with Araminta.

A/N: A short epilogue to add just a little bit more pain to the brutal ending that was chapter 60. I have written an alternate ending, but I’m not sure I want to post it. I will if I get enough interest though, so let me know (: 

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No but for real....I've met some amazing people here!! @tojikai @callmebuttfatt @watyousayin

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On My Own | Chapter 59

Series Summary: In the aftermath of the trauma caused by the Riddler, Bruce and Araminta try their best to navigate their turbulent relationship. Bruce struggles to live two separate lives, leaving little crumbs of his secret identity in his path. A new enemy emerges, jeopardizing the life Bruce has desperately tried to build with Araminta.

A/N: just an fyi, the last time there was a Thursday, October 31st was in 2019 which is what I’ve been going off of, meaning makes this take place on Saturday, February 8th in 2020. Just because there’s a brief mention of  Araminta’s (born 1991) age in here, I didn’t want anyone to get confused. (: SO MANY FEELINGS ARE HAPPENING. There is only ONE MORE CHAPTER after this one…i’m nervous and you should be too (; I highly recommend having “You Are the Reason” by Calum Scott pulled up so that you can play it when you get to that scene (: warnings: very brief conversation about suicidal thoughts, and an inappropriately timed marriage proposal.

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I don't think fic writers know how much they matter

Do you know how many times you distracted me when I was hurt or lonely? Do you know how many times a line or a scene from fanfic marked me so much that I remembered years later, even though I can’t recall my own phone number? 

Even if the fic isn’t perfect or popular or multi-chaptered… Sometimes there’s just one sentence that changed me.

You, miles and miles away, changed me.

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This is dedicated to the amazing authors out there who are dealing with negative anons and the like:

Ok so I can't believe that as an adult I have to lecture other adults on how to behave on this site. But here we go......

Y'all remember the golden rule right?? Treat others as you want to be treated? This is something we are taught as children, usually around the ages of 3, 4, and 5 years old. So why are some of you (who I assume are NOT 3, 4, or 5 years old) pushing your negativity towards an author who has done nothing but put their soul into their works for our entertainment? FOR FREE I MIGHT ADD?!! Why do you feel the need to bash someone who wrote something because it's not the way you wanted it to go? Guess what, it's not your fucking story! You want to write a fairytale that ends with the characters living happily ever after and it's all rainbows and sunshine? Great!! Do it. But that's not life. Real life is painful and messy and we make mistakes. None of us are perfect. So instead of criticizing an author who is devoting their free time to giving us these masterpieces, how about you just don't click on the post? How about you just keep scrolling past them and keep your bullshit opinions to yourself? Remember that there is a person behind every post you read and they have feelings too. Remember that even if you post something anonymously, words hurt. Words cause damage that can seriously undermine another person's spirit. This world and life are hard enough without us bashing and hurting each other. This world will only work if we all work together and treat each other with respect.

You don't have to like the author's works or agree with them, but you need to show them respect.

To my favorite authors, you all are amazing. Keep your heads up and keep those amazing fics coming. The real ones will love and support you no matter what.

And one more thing, if you disagree or would like to have a chat about what I posted, my inbox is always open. But remember, if you act like a child, I am more than happy to treat you like a child.

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