#and then jake wanted us to play another game before his break was over

[itsjaywalkers]

showing u all how ridiculously bad i am at bowling even tho i work at a bowling alley with these scoreboards of the 3 games i played today after they let me finish my shift early (the first one was against the chefs) (the second one was against one of my managers) (the last one was with one of the chefs aka my best friend at work)

also . name reveal ig???

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter II

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

She’s gonna make a mess of me.

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: hand jobs, drinking, talk of sex, etc.

“So you’re the Rowan I’ve heard so much about,” Bradley says as he hands you a new drink. He leans a hip against the table you’re sitting at.

“Thank you, and yes, that’s me. Hopefully, you’ve only heard the good parts.”

“You know Sunny wouldn’t do that,” he sets his beer down and looks at you. “Besides, I’d probably like the bad parts.”

A tingle shoots between your legs. “Yeah, I think you probably would.”

You sit together in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Bradley breaks it. “Darts?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never played” you lie.

“C’mon, I’ll show ya.”

He leaves you by the oche while he pulls them from the board and comes to stand behind you. He places the dart in your fingers and holds your arm to get the feel of the throw before stepping back. You hit the outer edge of the 20.

“Hey, you got on the board, here try not to move your elbow, like this,” he comes around to stand behind you again, a little closer this time, so his groin brushes your ass. “Okay on 3 let go. 1…2…3.”

“Oh! That one’s closer! Show me once more?” You ask, no one is paying you two attention.

He chuckles. “Of course”. This time he presses himself fully against your back, gently pulling your hips against his. He’s hard against your ass. “Alright, on 3 again. 1…2…3.” He whispers by your ear. Just shy of the bullseye.

You look over your shoulder at him. “Okay, I think I’ve got it.” You forward to pull to the darts and walk back to the oche.

You throw them one after another. 3 bullseyes.

“You’re a great teacher,” you tell him cheekily.

“You played me.”

“Maybe I did. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse for you to touch me again.”

“You don’t need to make up an excuse for me to touch you,” he says, trailing a fingertip up your arm.

Someone bumps you from behind; it’s getting crowded.

“Wanna go start the bonfire by the beach?” He asks.

“Sure.”

He leads you outside after telling the group first. They promise to be out shortly.

You take the hand he offered while you slip off your heels before walking in the sand. He doesn’t let you go as you walk towards the water.

“So Rowan, the chemical engineer from Colorado. Tell me about yourself?” he asks as he crouches to start the fire.

You oblige and tell him you were raised by your bar-owning dad after your mom took off when you were little (that’s how you’re so good at darts), how you struggled when he remarried when you were a teenager but finally let your step-mom and step-sister in after college. You tell him how difficult it can be to work in a male-dominated field, especially after growing up with a man who respected women so much and taught you that you can do everything a man can do.

The rest of the group joins as you’re telling him about the time you had sweet-talked your way out of getting arrested after Sunny thought it would be a good idea to go skinny dipping after too many tequila shots.

“Tequila really does make your clothes fall off, doesn’t it Sun?” Bob asks.

She lets out that contagious laugh of hers. “Yeah, I wasn’t kidding when I told you that.”

“She really wasn’t. Jake, Nat—you might want to not have tequila at the wedding” you laugh.

“Fully noted. We’ll have a bottle sent to your room for after though,” Jake winks at Bob, who blushes.

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Soon, the alcohol is flowing and Mickey suggests a game of ‘Never have I ever’.

A collective groan goes up but everyone puts a hand up anyway.

“Most of you have probably played but we’ll all take a turn saying something you’ve never done. If anyone has done it, they put down a finger and take a drink” Mickey says, “I’ll start with an easy one. Never have I ever had a threesome”.

You, Jake, and Nat put a finger down and drink. Bradley sucks in a breath and leans over to whisper. “Another girl and guy? Or two guys and you?”

“Yes, although I was a bit of a pillow princess with the girl.” You were wild back in your day.

“Fuck” he says under his breath and takes a long pull of his beer.

“Never have I ever kissed a guy,” Bob says.

You’re not surprised to see most put a finger down. It is the Navy after all.

It’s your turn. “Never have I ever been in love”.

Everyone puts a finger down except Bradley. Sunny squeezes your leg before taking a drink.

Javy’s next. “Never have I ever had anal sex”.

Everyone but Bob puts a finger down. Sunny whispers something in his ear and he chuckles, blushing.

You lean over to Bradley. “Giving or receiving?”

“Giving, you?” He asks with a smirk as he takes a drink, assuming he knows the answer.

“Same. I could show you sometime.”

He sputters on his beer. “Jesus Christ.”

You smile and take your drink.

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The game ends shortly after, and Jake and Nat lose together with Sunny—‘Never have I ever gotten caught having sex in Bradley’s bathroom’.

You start drinking water after, wanting to drive yourself home and you have a lot to get done tomorrow.

Everyone eventually heads back inside as it’s getting too windy by the beach. Penny turns the jukebox on while everyone helps clean up.

A slow song comes on and Jake leads Nat out to dance, Bob and Sunny following. Pete twirls Penny behind the bar before tucking her close too. Longing pinches your heart and you’re about to call it a night, but there’s a hand at your lower back. “Will you dance with me?” Bradley asks at your side.

You nod and let him lead you, spinning you into his hard chest with an oomph. You slowly bring your hands up, dragging your hands up over his pecs before linking them together behind his neck. You can tell he’s a little buzzed as you hear him humming along to the song, Elvis’s ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’.

“How are you getting home?” You ask, praying he’s not going to say he’s driving, cause that’s a dealbreaker.

“Pete and Pen said I could crash on their couch and they’ll give me a ride back here tomorrow. They’ll be a bit though, they gotta finish closing up yet.” He says.

“Gotcha. I could give you a lift, I live close to them” you joke.

“Yeah, I’d love it if you’d give me a ride, sweetheart,” he says, eyes dropping to your lips.

You smile as the song ends. You say your goodbyes and Sunny wiggles her eyebrows when you tell her you’re taking Bradley with you to Penny and Pete’s before pulling you in for a hug. “Giving him a ride, huh?” She whispers before pulling back. You wink at her.

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Bradley walks to the driver's side as you unlock the doors, giving him a questioning look, but realize he’s opening the door for you.

“Thank you” you reply, getting in and buckling up before he closes it gently.

He walks around the front to get in next.

“Sorry about the mess, I drove all night and was too lazy to empty it when I got in.” You say as you start the engine.

“No worries, I get it. You drive a manual too? It’s becoming a lost art” he says as puts his seatbelt on. You slip your heels off, setting them in the footwell.

“Yeah. My dad insisted I learn. Which I was so mad about at the time, but look who owns a manual now".

"It's really…hot," he says, watching your hand grip the gear stick, then shifting.

You laugh, he’s so cute. “Can you tell me how to get back? I had to use my GPS to get here and now it’s dark.”

“Yeah, take a left when we get to Center Street.” He puts his hand on your bare thigh where your dress has ridden up. You shift gears again and then place yours over top of his.

“Center’s the next one.”

You nod and downshift before turning, and his hand goes higher on your thigh, drawing circles so close where you want him.

“3 streets up you’ll run into Pen’s street, take a right and you’ll see it.”

“Okay, I remember this now. Thanks.”

“Mhmm”. His fingertips play with the edge of your underwear.

You pull into the driveway and pull the parking brake. “Want to come up for a nightcap and something to eat? Sun left some beer and frozen pizza.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

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You throw the pizza in and turn on the TV.

“So ‘Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw’, it’s your turn to tell me about yourself.”

And he does. He tells you he was also raised by a single parent, his mom after his dad was killed when flying with Pete.

“Okay, I remember Sunny telling me about that, I didn’t realize Goose was your dad. That means your mom passed away from cancer?” You say softly, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah, breast cancer. It was fucking rough.”

“I believe it. I’m so sorry. What were they like?”

You can tell he’s surprised. No one really asks him that after he says they both passed.

“I don’t remember much of my dad. Just that I was always happy to see him. My mom took it hard after he died. I remember she cried a lot,” he sighs. “I always hear how much they loved each other. Always touching, and laughing, could communicate without saying a thing. I want that someday. Sorry, kinda deep tor the first date.” He chuckles.

The oven timer goes off and he rises from the couch to take it out. He cuts it and brings you a few slices on a plate and a beer.

“Thank you,” you smile as you take the plate.

You each eat a slice or two while you watch Sports Center that he had turned on.

“So, first date. Is that what this is?”

“If that’s okay?”

“Yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve been on one of those. And even longer since I’ve dry-humped someone to completion in a storage room” you laugh.

“Same. That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen though. Watching you use me like that, taking what you want, fuck…” he trails off to take a drink.

“I’ve never been one to shy away from what I want. It’s also why I haven’t been on a date in over 2 years. Guys are typically put out by that in a woman, so I took a break from dating for awhile to focus on my career and now I’m here. How about you? Why haven’t you dated recently?”

“I like that in a woman. A few different reasons: I got sick of the rank chasers, I’ve been deployed a lot in the last year and a lot of women can’t handle the time apart. Not sure if Sunny told you but our last deployment was rough. I got hit, thankfully was fine, but I thought we were gonna lose Bob and Nix…it was scary, and made me realize a lot. It’s why I’ve been thinking about maybe settling down.”

You nod. You want that too but are terrified. Thanks, Mom, for the lifelong fear of abandonment.

You set down your beer and turn to straddle Bradley, capturing his mouth in a kiss.

His hands caress your bare thighs, getting closer and closer to your clothed pussy with each pass. Your hands unbutton and unzip his fly and you reach inside to pull him out. He gasps in your mouth as you stroke him.

His thumb rubs along the lacy seam of your boyshorts and you sigh, it’s been too long since someone other than yourself touched you.

You glance down at him in your hand. “God, you’re big,” you whimper.

He groans at your words, or at your thumb that swipes at the precum gathering at his head, all you know is you want to hear more. His ruddy cheeks, sweet sounds, and thumb against you have your underwear soaked. You’re close already.

You bring your hand to your mouth, and he swears under his breath when you spit in it before bringing it back to stroke him, now with more lubrication. Your other hand pushes up his white tank, wanting to look at those abs.

You cry out when his thumb slips under the lace of your underwear and presses on your clit with no barrier, setting off your orgasm.

The hand not stroking his cock slides over the ridges of his stomach before finding his nipple and pinching it.

His hips buck into your hand and he cums suddenly with a long groan, stripes of cum landing on his stomach.

His hand rakes into your hair, bringing your lips to his as you both come down.

You swipe your finger through the cum on his stomach and suck it into your mouth with a moan. He shudders at the sight.

You wink and rise to get him a washcloth from the bathroom, wetting it with warm water before padding back to him to gently wipe him off.

“I’m not normally that, uh…quick. Like I said, it’s been a while, like over a year.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, it’s been over 2 years since I’ve been with anyone either,” you lean down to kiss him. “And I don’t think anyone’s made me cum that fast, myself included” you murmur against his lips, gently biting his lower one before rising again.

“So when are you taking me on that second date?”

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@its-the-pilot

@dizzybee03

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Promise Me

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female reader

Warnings: failed relationship, miscarriage, angst, alcohol abuse, car accident

I’ve written this for @callsign-phoenix Sophie’s 1k follower challenge using the prompt ‘Hangman’s Hangover’.

“How many of those has he had,” Phoenix asked, aiming her pool cue towards Hangman. He was sitting at the bar surrounded by empty glasses, and his hair was a mess, not in its usual neatly gelled state. He had dark shadows under his blue eye and the gray tracksuit wasn’t doing him any favors.

“I have no clue but I have a feeling one of us is going to have to carry him home,” Coyote grunted, taking the cue from Phoenix.

“I’m not even sure what he’s drinking now. He started with whiskey but since then he’s had vodka and god knows what.” Bob chimed in, popping another peanut into his mouth as he watched his friends play.

“This has really done a number on him,” Coyote mumbled.

“They lost a child, Coyote. They are both hurting and I don’t blame them. Do you remember how excited he was when she was pregnant?” They all thought back to that day when Jake came running into the Hangman, the biggest grin on his face and waving a small piece of paper. It was the sonogram and he’d carried it in his flight suit ever since.

“Yeah but they didn’t need to break up over it.” Coyote grumbled, he never understood that if they loved each other and needed each other so much why they broke up.

Phoenix sighed, “They're just processing their grief differently and it's hard on both of them. She is just as broken up about this as he is.” Phoenix glared at her fellow aviator displeased.

“I know it's not her fault. I didn’t mean I like that. I can’t even begin to imagine what they’re going through,” he sighed. “I just hate seeing him like this.”

“We all do Javy,” Phoenix explained, “I just know that both of our friends are hurting and they need us.” She set the cue down on the pool table, abandoning the game. “I think I’m gonna call it a night. I’m gonna check in with her on my way home.”

Bob and Coyote waved her goodbye and watched as she placed a gentle hand on Jake’s back before leaving.

“You’re up Bob,” Coyote said, leaning across the table smirking as he took another shot.

“What!” Bob's expression resembled a deer in the headlights, a few peanuts escaping from the cup and rolling down his uniform.

“Well I spent all of last week helping him home and he was sick in my car. Do you know how long it took me to get the smell out?”

Bob's face crumpled a little and he wrinkled his nose at the thought of Jake vomiting in his car. He’d never really liked Jake, he had been a dick to him ever since their first meeting before the uranium mission and he always managed to find a way to pick on him. But looking at his fallen comrade now, Bob couldn’t have felt more sympathetic, he loved you both dearly and he felt your pain.

Having been as thick as thieves since your Top Gun training, you had started dating shortly after. You were the kind of couple that everyone wanted to be, so in sync with each other, you knew what the other would do before they had even thought of it. It was the kind of love Bob had always wanted, the kind of love from movies that he’d seen as a kid. He was convinced that you would get married after the uranium mission especially once you’d found out you were pregnant. Jake had been ecstatic and had even promised to make Bob the baby’s Godfather. He smiled at the thought of that day, everyone had been celebrating at the Hard Deck, even Mav was there raising a toast to the newest member of the Dagger Squad.

Bob’s face fell as he thought back to the fateful nights two weeks ago. It had been carnage. The couple had been in a car accident on the way back from a party and Maverick and Penny’s house. A drunk driver came out of nowhere and rammed them clean off the road. Jake came away mostly unscathed but you had taken a direct hit from the car on your side and was left with a broken collarbone and multiple broken ribs. The baby hadn’t survived and when you had both needed each other most you just couldn’t stand to see each other so hurt. After fighting like mad, eventually the doctors advised that Jake stopped coming to visit. That was the last time Jake had seen you and since that day spent most of the time at the bar drowning his sorrow.

Bob sighed, placing his empty cup of peanuts down and headed towards where Jake was sitting.

“Hey Bagman, mind if I sit here?” He gestured to the bar stall next to him. Jake mumbled something and Bob took that as an invitation to sit down. “What you got there.” Bob pointed towards his single glass that was no longer surrounded by others. Penny must have tidied up, Bob thought to himself.

“I don’t know,” Jake replied, expressionlessly.

“What do you mean you don’t know,” Bob asked worriedly. How much had he drunk?

“Well, Penny wanted to clean up the glasses so I poured it all into one.” He slurred, waving his hand over the glass. “I got whiskey and vodka. I think there’s some beer in there too and I had tequila. Oh, and I had a gin and tonic earlier too.”

“Shit Jake, what’s that a recipe for a ‘Hangman hangover?”

The other pilot snorted and downed the rest of the glass, pulling a face at the foul taste. He stood up from the bar stool, wobbling slightly and Bob grabbed his arm to support him. “Come on, Jake. Let’s get you home ok.”

“No Bobby, I don’t want to go home.” His lip began quivering as Bob carefully guided him out to his car and got him seated in the front seat. “Please don’t leave me, Bobby. I don’t want to be alone. Please don’t leave me.” He started sobbing into the sleeve of Bob’s jacket and Bob pulled him close. Jake gripped onto him like he was a life raft in the middle of the ocean and he didn’t want to let go. Bob could feel all the tension leaving Jake’s body as he cried, burying his head into the crook of Bob’s neck. The two men embraced like this for a while, neither wanting to let go too soon. When Jake eventually pulled away, he looked up at his fellow aviator with teary eyes. “Please can I come home with you, Bob? I promise not to be a dick to you and I'll try my best not to be sick in your car.” He hiccuped and for a moment Bob thought he looked like a child pleading with his parents, he looked so innocent.

“Sure thing Bud,” was all Bob could muster, helping Hangman swing his leg into the car and doing up his seat belt, before going round to the driver's side.

The drive home was quiet, Bob kept watching as Jake became more and more green but kept promising he wouldn’t be sick. When they reached Bob’s apartment, Jake was straight out of the car and vomited on the pavement outside his house. “I’m so sorry Bob,” he almost cried, continuing to wretch even though his stomach was empty.

“It’s fine Jake. Don’t worry.” Bob helped the other man up the drive and through the front door, aiming him straight for the bedroom. Jake collapsed onto Bob’s bed with a sigh while he went to retrieve a towel and bucket. When Bob returned Jake was asleep and he had to try and roll the larger man onto his side next to the bucket. He pulled off Jake’s shoes and his jeans, leaving him in his T-shirt and boxers. He looked so peaceful when he slept, Bob thought. He retreated to the door and was about to go out when Jake stirred. “Bob, will you stay with me for a while?” He called out softly. Bob stood in the doorway debating his options before agreeing and sitting beside Jake on the bed. Jake rolled over so that he had his head resting on Bob's leg. Bob tensed slightly unsure of what to do so he just sat with his arms crossed, listening as Jake talked.

“I’m so lost without her Bobby. She was my everything and we were so happy. I…” He sniffled and wiped his nose with his hand. “I don’t know what to do without her. I was a dickhead and I don’t know why. Everything just hurt so bad and I ended up losing both of them.” A steady stream of tears began following down his cheeks. Bob placed a gentle hand on the man’s shoulder, comfortingly. “I don’t know what to do.” Jake continued to talk quietly and Bob listened.

“Bob, can I get you to promise me something?” He looked up at him, the hurt evident in his eyes.

“Sure thing, Jake.”

“Promise me that if you ever love someone as much as I love her, promise me you’ll never let her go. Promise me, Bob.” More tears began to fall from Jake’s eyes and he lay his head back on Bob’s leg.

“I promise, Bagman.”

The two men continued to sit in silence until he could hear soft snores leaving Jake's mouth. He wriggled out from under his fellow pilot and made his way out of the room quietly. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he called phoenix.

“Hey Bob,” she whispered when she answered.

“Hey Nat, I’m sorry I know it's late,” he began.

“No, it's fine. Don’t worry. She’s only just gone to sleep.” He could hear Phoenix shuffling around at the other end of the phone before her voice became louder.

“She’s a mess, Bob.”

“Bob sighed, “ Yeah, so is Jake. I’ve got him at my place and all he’s done is cry since we left the bar. I don’t know what to do?”

“We need to do something. I can't keep watching them go through this.” Phoenix sighed. “I think we need to get them to see each other again. To talk through everything.”

Bob agreed quietly, trying to think of a way they could get their two friends back together.

“How about you come by my place with Bagman tomorrow afternoon? I'll get her to come over and we can see if they’ll talk to each other.”

“That’s a good plan, Nat. Thanks.”

“No worries, Bobby. It’s a date.” She laughed at Bob tripping over his words on the other. “I’m joking, Bob. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Bob laughed awkwardly. “See you tomorrow, Nat.” The two pilots hung up the phone and Bob sat on the sofa. Maybe they could get Jake and you to work through this, after all, they had the kind of love from a movie.

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[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Games and Complaints

Summary: A football game leads to another thing and Jake is on the brink of losing you.

Word count: 2.7K

Pairing:Jake seresin x pilot!reader callsign: Athena/Thena/Thia (Coyote calls her Thia)

Warning/tags: angst, Jake being jake, i dont know anything about fighter pilot training so take the info with a pinch of salt, lmk if i missed anything!

A/n: ITS TIMEEEEE!!!! HAPPY CHRISTMASSS!! I hope everyone had a great Christmas or Hanukkah (to whomever that celebrate). anyone looking forward to the new year? omg this chapter is...!!!! you guys will find out anyway. Enjoyyyy <333

English is not my first language so there may be grammar mistakes. You have been warned.

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Week two of training was the most difficult for all of them. Maverick explaining the depth of the mission and its details seemed to only add to your doubt that someone may not be coming back from the mission. But also fueling into the idea that it’s downright impossible.

“...Your airspeed will be 660 knots, minimum. Time to target; two and a half minutes…”

“...Your airspeed will be 660 knots, minimum. Time to target; two and a half minutes…”

 Mission details were unfolded one by one. You glanced towards Coyote as you sat next to him, eyes wandering towards Hangman who was just cross. He looked weirdly relaxed for a mission which was probably impossible. The cold AC from above you was doing nothing to calm your shaking.

Maverick continued about how time was to be your greatest adversary and the amount of forced G’s your will be facing throughout the simulated mission before dismissing everyone into their teams for the exercise. 

“Time to target is one minute thirty, we are two seconds behind.” 

“We gotta move, Coyote, Athena.” 

You heard Bob and Phoenix warn over the radio, examining the pathway ahead of you. The sheer force of gravity pushed the air out of your lungs as you let the familiar thrill of it take over you. A good one in fact-whenever you were at a high altitude. But now at a much lower hard deck, you felt like this was the last thing you’d ever wanted to do. 

“Increase speed to 480 knots.” You ordered Coyote from behind him in the dual jet. 

“Copy, increasing speed.” Javy replied back just as he increased his speed to Bob. You looked down on the pathway ahead through the small screen, taking notice of a slight edge that was sticking out of the hill. A possible disruption that could be a problem when Javy takes a turn. But before you could issue a warning Javy pushed on the throttle to increase his speed; instantly pulling it back down as he almost made contact with the side of the hill. 

“Oh shit.”  Phoenix grunted over the radio, leaving You to look over their plane as it manoeuvred over yours, hitting the max ceiling. 

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Everyone had taken their turns, with only Rooster managing to successfully complete the exercise without breaking any of the conditions. They sat back in the hanger, analysing where everyone had gone wrong. You were starting to zone out next to Coyote but tried to keep a straight mind and focus on Mav’s critics. Before you could fully fall asleep on Javy, he tapped your thigh softly. Gesturing to the simulation that was now playing again on the screen. 

“Why are they dead?” Mav questioned. Looking pointedly towards you and Coyote but before you could open her mouth to answer him, Phoenix piped up. 

“We broke the 300-foot ceiling. The SAMs took us out.” She explained causing Maverick to shake his head and looking back at you and Coyote straight in the eye. 

“No, why are they dead?” Dragging each word out. 

“I slowed down and I didn’t give her a warning. It's my fault.” Coyote answered. 

“Athena? Why are they dead? Was there a reason you didn't communicate with your team?” He pressed again. He knew about the systems as well as any other fighter pilot, he was once best friends with a WSO.

He had heard about your tales during your academy days through Warlock and Cyclone. The best of the best. So, for someone like you to not be at the top of your game was slightly concerning to Maverick. 

“I saw the obstruction but I didn't give a warning in time. This led to Coyote increasing and decreasing his speed in an instant. Phoenix almost crashed into us before she had to break the ceiling in order to not crash. I’m sorry, sir.” You explained yourself, adding the apology at the end to console him as if you were talking to their family.

“An apology their family will accept at the funeral.” He stated before moving onto Phoenix and Bob.

Your head was hung low as you tried thinking back to when you were completing the exercise. To anyone it would have looked as though she saw it coming but weren't fast enough to give a warning in time. But to you, it was a late reaction time. As someone who was known to have a quick reaction to almost anything, this was unusual. A turn on the terrain that you were briefed on prior to it was only the simplest of tasks that even an undergraduate would have done. What is going on with your mind?

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Football was a weird game. Having grown up playing anything other than the most beloved sport in the country, you- to this day couldn't understand why it was called football when all you did was pass the football with your hands.

Regardless, you didn't have much of a choice as it was already decided long ago by Maverick that today was Dogfight Football day.

“Offence and defense at the same time.” as Mav put it before selecting teams. Somehow you had ended up on the team opposite to Hangman’s. Lining up in your respective positions, you locked eyes with him. Putting two fingers up to where his eyes were and then pointing them back towards yourself as you heard Hindi’s whistle go off.

Every move you made, you felt him somewhere behind, but everytime you looked behind you found nothing. 

You didn't know how long it had been since you’d started playing under the scorching heat that was beating down your backs. All you could feel was Hangman’s burning gaze in the back of your skull everytime you moved to defend. 

“Yo, Thena! Heads up!” Payback shouted from ahead of you. Pointing to Rooster who was about to throw the ball in your direction.

You successfully managed to grab the ball from him, and just as she was about to throw it to Coyote, you felt it. A growing numbness in your skull. Head throbbing as it had done countless times in the last week. You shook your head, making a run for it regardless and throwing the ball towards Coyote without a second thought. He catched it with ease as you felt some of the people move from behind you to intercept it.

A hand suddenly appeared on your shoulder, jumping back in surprise, you turned towards the person who had just scared the living shit out of you.

“Woah. sorry, didn't mean to scare ya’ there, Athena.” Mav apologised before managing to grab a distance between the two of you.

“This is probably not the best time to talk about this but do y’ have a moment?” He asked politely before gesturing you off the makeshift field that you’d been playing on.

“Is everything okay, sir? If this is about the exercise the other day, I truly didn't have enough time to react to it-”

“It's not that.” He stopped you from rambling on before it got out of control. “I read your records, you graduated as a WSO and Fighter pilot?” 

“Yes, sir.” You moved your hands behind your back, answering him curtly as you started walking back towards the beach chairs. 

“May I ask how? It's not to be rude or anything, just curious. You don't see something like that everyday on someone’s file.”

Highlighting an interest in your training was something many people had done in the past. It was true, the path of training for both statuses wasn't nearly as easy as you had thought. It wasn’t even possible when you had presented the idea to her training officer back when you were a Top Gun trainee.

“I taught myself, actually. My training instructor said it was impossible and not typical for US pilots to be trained in both. But I already had previous training in both fields from being an weapons system operator overseas as an apprentice. I passed basic and complex training programmes for them. So they let me graduate with both diplomas.” You explained, going over each detail of your training. Which led Mav to question you further as you reached the end of the wet sands where Colonel Simpson stood, hands on his hips. 

“What is this?” He questioned, looking over to the team that had Bob on their shoulders cheering for him as he made the last touchdown. 

It made you smile.

“It’s dogfight football, offence and defence at the same time.” Mav repeated what he had explained to the rest earlier. 

As Cyclone enquires further about the Mav’s game plan of making the guys a team, you moved further up the beach where Penny sat, most likely doing her taxes. 

“Hey kiddo.” Penny says as you approach the bench she was sat on. Giving you a small wave. “There is beer inside if you want any, on the house.” 

“Thank you Penny, but I’m technically working.” Slumping down across from her on the warm wood, you gave her a smile before looking out towards your friends and teammates. A solemn look on your face. 

You let your eyes scan for him. Not wanting to make the staring obvious, but failing, because at that exact moment you unintentionally makes eye contact with his green orbs. Even from a few hindered yards of distance, you could make out that damn smirk that graces his lips again, sending you a wink. 

“So, what’s up with you and Hangman?” Penny piped up, a suggestive smile on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows. 

“What? Nothing. Nothing is going on between me and Jake.” You clarified, blood rushing it’s way up your neck and ears as you felt them burn hot. 

“Didn’t look like that the other night.” That piqued your interest, looking back towards the older woman with a confused look.

“What do you mean?” 

“The man couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole night, sweetie. Unfortunately, you were far too gone to notice it that day. Looked like a kicked puppy when you left with Coyote.” She explains,

“I think you should talk to him about it.”

Your mind wanders back to that night. A blurry haze of whiskey and pool. It was true that you had feel his stare from the moment you’d stepped foot at the hard deck but it didn’t take you long before you had completely blanked out.

“Oh” was the only thing you managed to choke out before you took notice of everyone that was currently making their way back towards the Hard Deck. Sending a wave towards them, you saw Payback and Coyote making a run towards you. Immediately knowing what they were up to, you made a run for it. 

“You can’t run from us, Thena!” You heard them shout from behind you.

Running as fast as your lungs could take you. Causing them to lose your tail in the process but just as you were about to make a turn around the back entrance of the Hard Deck, you collided with hard flesh, almost losing your balance. Sweaty arms wrapped themselves around your waist as your eyes locked with marble irises. Jake. Your hands found a place at the centre of his chest as you stabled on your feet again.

“Woah there, sweetheart. Where are you off to?” Goddamn that accent was gonna be the death of you. You shook her head, as if physically trying to push the thoughts away from your mind. Refusing to speak to him, afraid that if you did- everything Penny had just told you about that night would spill like a waterfall. 

Hesitantly, you cleared your throat, attempting to get away from him but his hands stayed put at the dip of your hips, locking you in place. You resisted his touch, struggling to remove his hands from you as he trapped you between him and the unusually cold wall behind her. 

“Hangman, let go.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

He laughed at your failed attempts, there was no malice in it, but you couldn’t quite place what else it could be either.

He shook his head when you give up, crossing you arms in front of your chest. Looking up at him through thick lashes. The glowing sun that bounced off his back and the grains of sand that stuck to his chest did nothing to stop you from staring at him only made him look more heavenly. Stop it, you scolded yourself.

“What do you want?” 

“You.” 

You blinked, once, then twice, eyes widening in shock as your mouth fell open. Thinking you may have misheard him. Or even failed to hear a word or two before he said it. 

“What?” 

“I want you.”

It fell off his lips so softly that you almost melted in place. He placed a hand just under your jaw, forcing you to look him right in the eyes as he cupped the right side of your face. He looked at you with such tender and soft eyes, it made you dizzy. Heat radiating itself off his body suddenly did nothing to stop that.

You shook your head. This couldn't be happening. Not now…not when you were so close to proving yourself to him. That you didn't need him, not for the mission, not in any way.

“Jake...” His name floated out her mouth like a prayer, pleading. You tried again, to remove his touch that was burning into your skin, like it was to leave its traces forever.

You finally broke eye contact, looking down towards your feet that were buried in the sand, digging your toes further into them. Trying to ground or bury yourself in the warm grains.

“Jake, no, I can’t.” Pleading to him.

You didn't want to explain your reasoning, it was stupid, yes. But you don't wants to give him the satisfaction of doing a bigger mission without having to tell you why he left. If he had done so just before he had left, you may have forgiven him, but it’s done.

“Thena…if this is about me leaving you in Atlanta, i am so-” 

“No, Jake. You don’t get to just leave and then apologise about it later. What if we weren't invited back to fighter town for this mission? Then what? What would you have done? Came back and apologised? Would you have done that?” You questioned, anger and frustration lacing your words.

His hands dropped, head hung low as he moved a step away before you continued; “No, you wouldn't because you are Jake Seresin. You don't get to stand here and confess that you want me when you could have been a decent person and apologised when we saw each other again at the hard deck two weeks ago.” 

You huffed, vision blurring with the tears that were rolling down your cheeks in anger. You wiped them off immediately, finished with the reason as to why you were so angry at him. 

“They kicked me off the team a day after you left, Hangman.”

His callsign held no malice as it left your mouth. This caused his head to turn back up, looking at you with a frown as you continued,

“Torch had called me into his office after you left and told me to pack my bags and leave. Saying I wasn’t needed on the team because you weren't there.” 

He stood there with his feet planted into the sand. In disbelief. He hadn't known they had kicked you off the team, sure he had told Torch (the commanding officer for the mission) his reason for leaving but he hadn't expected them to throw you off the team.

But before he could open his mouth to apologise or comfort you, you moved, away towards your car that was parked just across from where you stood in the parking lot. Backing away while he still stood in front of the wall, pondering over his actions.

Snapping out of his daze, he ran after you, calling your name, telling you to stop which only made you go faster. As you got near to your car, you slowed, fresh tears still falling from your eyes. You tried to calm down.

Opening your car and locking the door. You heard frantic knocks on the window before Jake’s voice came through, muffled. 

“Thena, Open the door! I just want to talk about this! Please!”

You ignored his pleading, closing your eyes and breathing deep before you fished out the keys from your shorts pocket and started the car. The knocking only got louder and his shouting more frantic as you pulled out of the parking space. Leaving him standing in the middle of the parking lot tarmac as you drove off.

You wished you could turn back time. Back to that goddamn mission and not argued with him everytime he opened his mouth. Maybe he would have stayed, maybe then you would have told him how you had liked him for so long. Maybe this mission wouldn't be so hard on you if you had told him this years ago. Spilling all of your love out for him the second he’d showed up at your doorstep that night when Javy wasn't in town to comfort you over a break up. Maybe he would have been the one…

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All Too Well

Series Warnings: Language, drinking, military inaccuracies. Allusions to smut, eventual smut. Unrequited love, enemies to lovers. Adult themes and situations. 18+ Minors DNI

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Chapter 1: I'm Not Fine At All

You weren't going to let Bradley ruin this redemption arc for you. So what if he didn't want to listen to you right now? Maybe you could make him see that you'd changed.

You took your drink and tucked yourself over at the opposite side of the bar. You weren't in the mood for any more words of wisdom from either of your parents. You happily sipped on your drink as you scrolled through your phone, and people watched.

"Evening, Ma'am" a voice drawled from beside you. You slipped your phone in your pocket and looked over to meet a set of emerald eyes and a thousand watt smile. Clad in his service khakis, you read his name tag, "Seresin," you remember your father talking about him.

"Hi there." You responded politely. "Why is a beautiful thing like you sitting all by yourself?" He asked you. "I don't think everyone here is thrilled by my presence." You tell him as you look over his shoulder and jut your chin toward Rooster.

"Bradshaw's been an ornery cock his whole life. Nothing new about that." He tells you. "Well, aside from Rooster tarnishing my reputation, not that I needed any help with that, most guys are too afraid to flirt with me because of who my parents are. It isn't worth them getting banned from their favorite bar or getting a shit duty station for breaking my heart." You tell him as you finish your drink.

"Penny m'dear, another round for her and put it on my tab." Jake says without breaking eye contact with you. Your mom sets down your drink and another beer for him. "Who said I was going to break your heart, darlin?"" He asks as he cocks his head to the side.

"Who said I wouldn't break yours first?" You counter. He chuckles before taking a swig of beer. "You're feisty. I like it." He says. "How about a game of pool?" He asks you.

Now you laugh. "You do know what my callsign is? Don't you Hang—man?" You ask as you draw out the syllables of his. "I sure do—Hustler. Which is exactly why I want you to be my partner. Doubles. Us versus Phoenix and Rooster." Jake states.

"You really think that's a good idea?" You ask him. "Just because we're friends doesn't mean I don't enjoy ruffling Rooster's feathers. You in?" Jake asks you.

"The only way I'm going to play is if I get a little more liquid courage in me." You state. Jake quickly orders two whiskey shots. Your mother rolls her as she sets them down. You toast with Jake and down the amber liquid. It warms you from within. "Alight, let's play." You cheer.

Jake offers you his hand as you hop down from your bar stool and grab your drink. He grabs his beer before placing his free hand on the small of your back and guiding you to the poor table.

"Evening, Pops," Jake says as he tosses Maverick a wink when the two of you walk by.

"Pete Mitchell, so help me if your daughter causes a fight in my bar. You're dealing with it." Penny says as she smacks Maverick with a bar towel.

"Hey! She's not just my daughter." Maverick defends himself. "She is when she starts acting just like you." Penny says as she prepares to watch the enviable chaos unfold.

"Rooster, Phoenix, I found a partner for pool, rack 'em and let's play a round." Hangman says at the two of you walk up the to pool table. You can already see the anger on Rooster's face.

"Y'all this here is Hustler." Jake announces the the group. "Hustler, this is Coyote, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy." Jake says as he introduces you to the men sitting. He pivots and is about to say something but Phoenix cuts him off.

"Hey, Hustler." She says with a small wave. "Hey, Nix." You wave back. "Roo." You nod you head a Rooster.

"Well, now that everyone is acquainted, let's play!" Jake claps his hands together before grabbing a pool cue and handing one to you.

You and Jake win the first round of pool, and Phoenix asks for a rematch. She and Rooster win the second game. You decided to play one last game for the best two out of three. The two tequila-sodas and the whiskey shot are buzzing in your system, making you feel giggly and flirty. You've switched to gingerale so you can ride your bike home later. During this last game of pool, you've been very touchy-feely with Hangman, and Bradley can't stand it. He has a death grip on his pool cue as he watches Jake shamelessly hit on you.

It's the final shot of the game. You call the pocket and line the eight ball up and sink it perfectly. You jump up and down excitedly, and Jake picks you up and spins you around and cheers with you. You give him a victory kiss on the cheek before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

When you come back, you noticed that the bar is a little bit busier than it was when you first got here, and the juke box is playing one of your favorite songs.

You run up to Jake and grab his hand. "Come dance with me." You demand as you drag him to the dance floor.

Jake tosses his beer bottle and follows you without hesitation. He twirls you around the dance floor through a country song and some pop jam, but then someone cues up a hip-hop track and your face lights up as you turn around and press your body to his.

His hands slide to your hips and grip them tightly as you rock against him to the beat. Some song he doesn't recognize comes on after that, but you don't make an effort to change your position. You continue to sway your hips to the music, grinding your ass over his crotch.

Rooster is sitting over in the corner watching the two of you. The jealous anger builds the more he stays nestled on his perch. He feels like he's going to be sick. He keeps hoping Maverick or Penny will do something, but they are still at the bar watching this trainwreck play out.

You slide your arm behind you and curl it around Jake's neck. You slide your fingers in his hair, and he lowers his head just enough to place a few lingering kisses on the side of your neck. He trails them up your skin. He locks eyes with Rooster as he nips your ear before whispering, "Want to get out of here?" You shake your head before replying, "Take me home, Cowboy." Rooster almost snaps the pool cue in half when he sees you lean up on your tip toes and kiss Jake. You stand there and make out with him for half a minute. You pull apart for air. You bit your lip as you savor the taste of him on your lips. He tastes like hops and cinnamon gum, and it's forigen to you.

Jake goes to settle your tabs. You tell him you're going to lock up your bike in your mom's storage shed, and you'll meet him out front.

You went around the back to grab your jacket and helmet to put inside the bar for the night and to secure your bike. You'd have Jake or an Uber bring you back here tomorrow. You were just about to round the corner when you felt a hand encircle your wrist and pull you back before pushing you against the outside wall of the building.

"Bradley!" You gasped when you saw that it was him. His body towered over you, one hand still on your wrist, the other planted beside your head as he kept you in place. "Bradley, what are you doing?" You asked him.

"There's no way in hell you're going home with Bagman." He gritted out. "And why not? I'm an adult Bradley, I can fuck who I want." You sassed him.

You cocked your head to the side and waited for his response. You could see the anger on his face. His jaw was clenched, and a delicious vein was straining in his neck, but he remained silent.

"Bradley, if you can't give me one good reason why I shouldn't let Jake rearrange my organs, then I'm going to need you to move." You told him as you tried to push him out of the way.

Bradley didn't speak. Instead, he pushed you back against the wall and crashed his lip to yours. One of his hands tangled in your hair while the other gripped your waist and pulled you to him.

You moaned, giving him the chance to slot his tongue in your mouth. You tugged on his curls as his mouth worked against yours.

He tasted like beer and wintergreen tobacco, a habit he had picked up in flight school that he just couldn't seem to kick.

His kiss was hot, heavy, and dizzying. It was something you knew all too well.

He pulled back and admired his handy work. You were breathless with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

"I thought you said we weren't going to start this again." You goaded him. "You and I both know that it was going to end this way. It always does. I never can tell you no, can I?" He says before kissing you again.

"Get on your bike, and I'll follow you back to your place." He tells you. "Why my place? You ask him.

"You can't leave in the middle of the night if you're already home." He says matter of factly.

You smirk at him. "What about Hangman?" You ask. "I'll handle it." Bradley says.

You climb on your bike and meet Bradley in front of the Hard Deck, with Jake no where in sight.

He climbs into his Bronco and follows you to your little beach house.

The second the two of you make it through the door, you're caught up in each other. You manage to lead him to your bedroom as the two of you strip the others clothes off.

The sex between the two of you is mind-blowing. You've done it enough to know how to make each other feel good, even if your feelings had been dead and gone and buried for some time.

After losing count of the number of orgasms you've had, you collapse against the sheets and curl up against Bradley's chest for a good night's sleep.

The next morning, you wake up to a cold bed. You reach out for Bradley only to find that his side of the bed is empty. You get up and see his clothes are gone from your floor. You slip on your robe and check the bathroom. Still no sign of him.

You walk downstairs hoping that he's in your kitchen, but it is empty as well. You look out of your curtains to see that his Bronco is gone from your driveway.

So this is what it feels like to wake up alone. You sigh before taking a seat at your kitchen island. It's then that you notice the note scrawled on a piece of paper.

You open it and immediately recognize the four words written in Bradley's hand writing:

"How does it feel?"

Chapter 1 is here! Hope you guys enjoy it. Also, please don't slash my tires over toxic Bradley.

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[filmbyjy]

my brother’s best friend

PAIRING: enhypen x fem!reader

SUMMARY: various brother's best friend scenarios!

WARNINGS: a little mention of bullying here and there. some of these i am tempted to make them into a full fic but i unfortunately do not have enough time to do so :( maybe i might make it see first though! oh and ni-ki's part isn't heavily influenced with the brother's best friend troupe. i kinda went off the radar for his part. a little angst on jake's part but don't worry it isn't bad.

NOTE: ehem the reason why jay and jungwon’s fonts are different is bc I have a font called ‘CatLove’ and so I thought it was appropriate to use it. also no your brother isn’t any of the enhypen members….just some dude. unless you actually have an older brother than sure. imagine him(?)

WORD COUNT(total): 6K words

LEE HEESEUNG

school. you never liked it but you were forced to learn. not a single motivation could run through your veins to even get you to look forward to another school day but you still had to go.

there were these hotties of the school who so happens to be in your brother's football (or soccer) team. not even they could catch your eyes.

"i'm home!!" you called out the moment you entered home.

you walked to the living room, only to be greeted by 8 boys including your brother. you stood there shocked, a little flustered.

"welcome home, little sis. sorry, forgot to mention my friends are coming over. uhh, you can just ignore them. they'll just be in here in the living room with me." your brother explains.

you nod.

"mom said to buy dinner since her and dad are out for a trip. i ordered pizza. you can come out once the food is here."

"sure." you say.

your eyes met with one of the boys. his sharp nose, adorable doe eyes and pinkish lips. he was cute but this was your brother's best friend. you were sure there was no way you would have a chance with him.

you met the mysterious boy quite a few times and found out his name was lee heeseung. he was the same age as your brother. he played midfielder in the team, whatever that meant. you also found out he was extremely flirty. anytime, you were alone with heeseung, he'd start flirting with you for no reason.

"you know (name), i don't understand how someone as pretty as you could be single." heeseung says.

this was one of the many times he flirted with you. well, it most definitely wouldn't be the last.

"come to my game." heeseung says as he leans against the lockers next to yours. you closed the your locker.

"look, heeseung. i'm flattered but i can't go to your game when my brother is in the same team as you."

"your brother would think you'd supporting him."

"impossible. he knows i don't care about football."

heeseung sighs, "then. go for me."

"heeseung."

"i have something to tell you after the game." he hands you his jersey. "so, root for us? root for me?"

he certainly wanted you to come and as much as you were worried about your brother. you knew what your heart truly wanted.

"i'll go."

heeseung smiles, "great. see you!" you felt him pecking your cheek before running off to practice. you touched your cheek, feeling it warm up.

fast foward to game time, you had awkwardly walked over to the stands in heeseung's jersey. the problem was...his fangirls were gasping and gossiping at how you were wearing his jersey.

'is that heeseung's girlfriend?'

'i heard that's (brother name)'s sister.'

'omg that's soooo unfair. she's got the upperhand by being the captain's sister.'

yeah that's what they basically said. you settled down and the game starts. at one point during their break, heeseung spots you and smiles. your heart races. you waved at him and he waves back. your brother trails his eyes to where heeseung was looking at and he was shocked to see you.

"dude, are you and my sister-"

"not yet, captain. just hoping you'd allow me."

"ooo heeseung hyung has a crush on captain's sister." jake teases. your brother sighs.

"fine but don't hurt her and focus on the game first. we need to win this. we're loosing by 1."

"yes, captain."

game starts again after half-time and blah blah, they won. yay!

once it was done, heeseung does not care. he quite literally runs like a mad man and goes up to you. before you could even utter a word, the boy pulls you into a kiss. he hears gasps and cheers surrounding the both of you. heeseung pulls away with a little hesitation, he didn't want it to end but he knew your brother was watching so he umm stopped himself.

"i like you." he breathes out. you smiled and wrapped your arms around him.

"i like you too, lee heeseung." was what you said before you kissed him again.

PARK JONGSEONG

park jongseong, the epitome of an extremely hot boy. every girl in your grade loved him. however...

"park jongseong got into a fight again."

yeah...he gets into trouble a lot.

"not surprised. was he with his group once again?"

that same group happens to also include your twin brother. you never understood how and when he decided to mix with that type of crowd. unfortunately, he did and now he was just like jongseong.

you could smell the smoke from his cigarettes coming from his bedroom. you hated it and it made you nauseous.

"(brother name), could you please stop smoking? it's making me dizzy." you knocked heavily on his bedroom door. when the door flies open, your brother had his cigarette in between his fingers. he rolls his eyes.

"suck it up. it's just smoke." your eyes trailed into his bedroom. there sat park jongseong, sim jaeyun, lee heeseung and park sunghoon on the ground with cards in their hands. it seems like they were in middle of poker.

you sighed, "just. please open the window or balcony door wider. you got the bedroom with a balcony. can't you make use of that?"

"the cards would fly. we were in the middle of a good game."

"you are the pain of my existence."

"if i don't exist, you don't too (name)."

"if you don't exist, i could exist. i was born 2 fucking minutes earlier than you. i could've been an only child if mom's egg didn't fucking split."

you could hear his friends gasping. he rolls his eyes like a spoiled child.

"get out of my face."

"gladly. maybe you should learn how to make a come back before trying to use anything on me." you say. your brother groans and slams his bedroom door shut.

it's say to least, you've officially captured park jongseong's attention. he was attracted by you. he loved the way you put your brother in place. he also loved how you looked when you were getting all snappy with your brother. you must've forgotten that you were in your very skimpy pyjama shorts. in other words, jay was just an extremely horny teen.

the moment you shut your locker door, you noticed jay was leaning on the lockers beside yours. you ignored him and he starts chasing after you. he stands directly in front of you to prevent you from moving.

"you, me. date." jay says. you rolled your eyes.

"sorry, you may be the quote on quote 'hottest guy' in school but i'm not falling for your little game."

"what? game?" jay asks confused.

"do you guys not fuck with girls?"

"no? look we may be causing trouble but i don't go around sleeping with girls."

"well, too bad park jongseong. i simply do not have feelings for you." you tried to walk away but jay holds out his arm to not let you free.

"then, how about i court you? like umm, i try to make you fall for me."

you snickered, "you can try."

"really? okay, then. i'll do it."

"yeah, good luck with that. my brother might just allow you to do so." you sarcastically say.

surprisingly, jay does try to court you. he attempts to give you gifts, do something sweet for you. however, he does still get into a lot of trouble. you caught him once in a fight. his eyes softened just as noticed you. he was still gripping on the guy's shirt.

"dude, punch him?" your brother says. jay lets go of the guy's shirt once he spots you leaving. he chases after you. your brother yelling out for him to finish the job.

"what the fuck? he just left like that? for what? my sister?" your brother groans.

heeseung pats your brother's shoulder, "he is love with her. you know that, you'd do anything for someone you love."

"well he might turn soft because of her. i brought him up and made him who he is now. all because of my sister, he turns into some sick lover boy?"

"dude, let it go. let him be in love with your sister. it's not like he wouldn't continue being our friend. even if he changes for her, he is still jay. our friend." jake says. your brother rolls his eyes.

"if you hate it and want to unfriend jay. unfriend us too. we come as a package. we might actually leave to be friends with your sister instead." sunghoon says.

"fine. fine." your brother waves them off.

back to you. jay grabs your wrist and spins you around.

"(name)."

"you were fighting again. i thought i told you, i hate whenever you or my brother fights."

"i'm sorry."

you noticed the cuts and bruises on his knuckles. you tugged him and led him to the classroom. you grabbed the emergency med kit and started treating him.

"(name)." jay says. you sighed.

"it's been 2 months since you started courting me. you really haven't given up."

"my feelings for you are still very much there. i can't stop myself."

you looked up at him once you were done, "then don't stop."

he tilts his head, "what do you mean."

"i've caught feelings for you." you say.

and yes, jay very much does pull you into a kiss.

SIM JAEYUN

you swore your heart dropped the moment you heard your brother was friends with sim jaeyun.

like...your crush, sim jaeyun. the cute boy next door and your classmate? yeah, your older brother was friends with him. not only was he friends with sim jaeyun, he was also friends with the other 6 well-known boys.

your brother had actually been friends with lee heeseung since the start of the year because they were classmates but to think he met heeseung's friend group that included your crush? it was just nerve-wrecking.

the second time your heart dropped was when you overheard your brother on discord chatting with his friends.

"hey, jaeyun. how's that progress with the girl you like?" your brother asks. you heard the boys teasing jake.

"i just asked her out today." you heard jake say. you were clearly not the girl he was talking about because he never asked you out. which meant...he had someone else he liked. you felt...heartbroken.

you simply left after listening in and ran to your room and shut the door. now, remember when i said he was your neighbour? well, your room and his room were adjacent which meant you could see his window and he could see yours.

jake heard your bedroom room shut both from the discord call and in real life. he lifts his head up to see you crying. his eyes widened.

"hey, i don't want to pry into your family affairs but i know how protective you are of (name) but umm, she's crying." jake says.

"oh. i'll check up on her. give me like 5 minutes and i'll be back. you guys can continue playing. thanks for telling, jaeyun." your brother goes to check up on you. jake could see how you opened to door and noticed how your brother talked a little before pulling you into a hug.

jake frowns. maybe he should've gone over to comfort you instead of telling your brother.

the next day, you went to school and jake comes up to you.

"hey, umm. are you okay? i saw your brother comforting you." you hummed barely answering him.

jake was confused. usually you'd answer him. he just ignores it and simply reasoned that maybe you just didn't feel too okay still. after school, the boys were invited to your house since your brother wanted to hang out with them.

"hey, (name)!" sunghoon says when notices you coming out from your room. you gave him a small sad smile and left for the kitchen. sunghoon pouts. "what happened to her?"

"you guys know she had a crush right?"

"yeah. she used to always happily describe him and talk about him a lot. it was cute, it makes me wish i was her crush!" sunoo says.

"well, she found out her crush liked someone else so she's just heartbroken."

"what? that guy sucks. he doesn't understand how lucky he is to have (name) crushing on him!" sunghoon says.

"well, we shouldn't bring this up anymore. let her heal. i'll try my best to make her happy." your brother says. they nodded.

"(brother name), i'm gonna run to the convenience store. we ran out of snacks." you peaked your head to living room. your brother nods. you went to buy your snacks.

it was a lie though. there were still snacks in the pantry, you wanted to get out of the house since jake was there. it was suffocating for you to be in the same room as him. you did go to the park near your home for some fresh air. there was a playground there with a swing set. you sat there.

"i should've known that he wouldn't like me back. i was an idiot."

"i need to find a way to avoid him. right, how do i avoid jake." you huffed kicking the ground beneath you.

you heard someone settling on the swing next to you.

"so you were trying to avoid me." you realised who it was. you lift your head up to notice it was jake.

"what? i wasn't avoiding you."

"cut the crap. why were you avoiding me?"

"i wasn't."

"alright then. why were you planning to avoid me?"

you looked away from jake, already feeling tears stinging at your eyes. you heard the swing rustle and you felt him kneeling in front of you. you sniffled once a tear falls. jake grabs your hand.

"are you sad because your crush doesn't like you back?" you nod at his words.

"do you want me to beat him up?"

"how could you?"

"hmm?"

"how could you punch yourself?" you looked up at him.

"you like me?" jake mutters.

"for so fucking long but now i have to give that up because you love someone else. someone who isn't me. which means i have to sacrifice my feelings for you to be happy."

"how did you know i like someone?"

"you want to know how? i overheard that discord call. my brother asked how your progress with your crush went and you said you asked her out. i only assumed she accepted you."

"i only said that because i have to lie to your brother about me having feelings for you."

"you have f-feelings for me?"

"for so long, my love."

PARK SUNGHOON

your older brother was an ice skater. which meant you've been supporting him on his competitions ever since you were young. it was rare for there to be male ice skaters but that didn't mean your brother was the only one.

at a young age, you were acquainted with someone of your age. simply because well your brother knew him as well.

"(name). this is sunghoon, my best friend here in the academy. we also go to the same school! oh and he is the same age as you." your brother says.

when your eyes met with the boy, you swore you've fell in love at first sight. okay maybe at the age of 10, you were just in awe by him and how cute he looked. after all, you were still young and didn't really understand the concept of falling in love.

however, you knew by the age of 15. you were definitely crushing on park sunghoon.

you were now 20. sunghoon has gone to college so it was rare of you to really see him since he was focusing on his education more than his ice skating career. this meant, he wasn't around at all. you missed his little shy and cute smile.

"(name), i'm back!" your brother calls out. you gasp and gave him a big hug. it was finally winter break and your brother had came back from college. you too had just came back about a day earlier than your brother.

"how have you been holding with your lectures? are the modules hard?" your brother asks endearingly. you laughed.

"hey, i'm the 15 year old girl anymore. i'm already 20."

"well, of course but college is hard. as your brother, i must know so that i can cheer you up or possibly give you words of encouragement."

"you're the best (brother name)." you hugged him.

and then, you hear the door knock. your brother goes to open it. that's when you realise, it was sunghoon and well a few other boys you didn't know.

"hey! it's been so long!" your brother hugs sunghoon before hugging the other boys.

the other boys stared at you like you were some foreign object.

"oh right, boys. this is (name). my little sister. (name), that is heeseung, jake, sunoo, ni-ki, jay and jungwon."

you shyly waved at them.

"dude, i didn't know your sister was hot-" jake gets smacked by jay. sunghoon glares at the boy. your brother laughs.

"sorry about jake, he is a bit...on the party animal side. he also umm hasn't well how do i say..."

"gotten pussy." ni-ki blatantly says. sunoo smacks the younger male.

"yah! nishimura, don't just blurt things like that!"

what the boys didn't expect was for you to just laugh. it seems like you quite fit them and they loved that about you. you were as chill as your older brother.

coincidentally later on, the rest of the boys went out to buy something. which left you and sunghoon alone in the house.

"it's been a while." sunghoon says. you were kinda shocked to hear him start the conversation since he usually didn't start it.

"look at you, i see you've grown quite a bit. i guess college has taught you well huh." you teased.

"well kinda. jay and jake are usually the ones who push my introvert limits." sunghoon says. you nod.

"that's great that you're stepping out of your comfort zone. i'm gonna assume...you went to college parties?"

"one or two."

"wow, must be fun. i usually just get buried under piles of books to study." you pout. "but i'd rather get my diploma first than party."

"so you've never been to a party?" sunghoon asks.

"not at all. though my college friends do kinda force me to go but i just shrug them off and tell them i have some studying to do."

sunghoon hums, "honestly, partying was never my thing. i simply just follow jay and jake. it's quite boring really. especially with all those college girls trying to initiate something."

your heart clenches. right. there was a possibility sunghoon might have a college girlfriend while you're out here nerding your life away behind textbooks and papers.

"i see. well, i guess you're really popular with the ladies if they keep coming up to you." you nudged him. he chuckles.

"yeah but i don't really like any of them. besides..." he faces you and whispers, "they aren't you."

you swore your heart drops when you heard those words.

"what?"

"i said...they aren't you. i like you (name)."

"sunghoon." he reaches his hand out to cup your cheek.

"i really really like you."

you were melting at his words, "i like you too."

his eyes flicker down to your lips and it's like you could tell, he was asking for consent in kissing you. with one simple nod, he leans in and your lips touched his.

just then the door swings opens and reveals the boys. to which, sunoo squeals and your brother gasping. you have never pulled away so fast in your life. sunghoon blushes as he gets caught.

"I KNEW IT, YOU TWO HAVE SOME CRUSHING ON EACH OTHER!" your brother yells. guess, you'd have to explain everything to him.

KIM SUNOO

you and your twin brother have always had a close relationship. he had always made sure you'd never spilt any tears. until he was sick one day and couldn't come to primary school (or middle school).

you were left alone and so you spent your day quietly eating. however, you were suddenly pushed to the ground by some boy. he had never earned the courage to bully you because your brother was around.

"you! your brother is so annoying! he tries too hard to please the teacher!" the boy yells. you whimper and cower in fear. already shaking at the thought of being hit once again.

but before the boy could even lay a finger on you, you heard someone yell.

"yah! you! stop bullying girls! you jealous freak show! i already reported this to the teacher who makes her rounds here!"

you heard footsteps running as fast as possible and light footsteps coming up to you.

"hey, are you okay? do you want to visit the nurse's office?" you looked up. the boy holds out his hand, "my name is sunwoo but uhh usually people write my name a little funny so you can use sunoo instead if it's easier!"

from then on, you became friends with the boy. even your brother became friends with him. all because he was thankful for sunoo.

fast forward to years later, on your coming of age celebration...

"yah yah! you need to calm down on the alcohol young lady!" your brother pats your back. you smiled at him.

"(brother name), you should reallyyyy try this. it gets you all goofy and feeling warm!"

"that's because you drank 2 bottles! oh my god, this wasn't supposed to happen." your brother huffs. "sunoo, could you please bring my sister back into her room? i need to clean this place up. our parents are coming home tomorrow!"

"of course." sunoo helps to pull you up. he carefully brings you over to your bed. you giggled.

"sunooooo, you're sooooo pretty." you say. sunoo snickers.

"thank you but you're way prettier, angel."

"naurrr, you're so pretty and it's unfair. i wish i had a boyfriend as pretty as you."

"you've been hanging out with jake hyung too much." he pats your head, "and you can have a boyfriend as pretty as me, angel."

"but they won't be you!"

he hums, "you're right. they aren't me." he tries to tuck you into bed.

"babyyyyy. i don't want to sleep~" you whined. sunoo blushes.

"(name). we aren't dating, you shouldn't call me that." sunoo pats your head.

"we aren't dating?" you start to tear up and sunoo panics.

"hey, wait wait. don't cry. i just...don't want to confess to you when you're drunk. besides, this isn't a very romantic way for you to even find out i like you."

"i am not drunk!"

"sure you aren't"

"i am not!"

"alright then. if you aren't drunk, will you remember this tomorrow morning?"

"yes-" you felt sunoo's lips against yours.

did you remember it the next morning? yes. you did. was sunoo your boyfriend now? yup.

YANG JUNGWON

you had recently joined the photography club. why did you do so? well, you see you loved photography and the art of it. you were always so intrigued by the process and how they really truly captured the moment.

your older brother was in the rugby club (or american football) he was quite the star player. of course, he wasn't the only one. the whole team was. however, one particular boy had caught your eye. he was different. he didn't exactly look like he would be terrifying or even really play rugby but he proved everyone wrong when he became the captain of the team.

yang jungwon, that was his name.

one day, you were assigned to permanently become the team's photographer.

"oh look, it's you." your brother says as soon as you walked onto the grass field. you rolled your eyes.

"ah really, just when i didn't want to see your cocky face."

"funny when we both have the same parents." your brother comments.

the team simply looks between the both of you, confused. the coach of the team introduces you.

"last thing, you can probably guess. our star player here and our photographer are siblings."

"i am the big brother and she's the little sister." your brother proudly admits.

"yeah, as if that isn't obvious. your teammates aren't stupid, (brother name)."

your brother rolls his eyes. the coach laughs.

"alright alright. seems like there will be something exciting to listen to every session." your brother huffs. his teammates laughing and patting his back. "how about i show you around the place first before you start your first work for our team, (name)?"

"oh thank you."

what you fail to notice was how jungwon was staring at you.

"yo, skipper. you good there? our photographer caught your eye?" jake slings his arm around jungwon. jungwon shakes his head.

the skipper: it means captain of rugby or American football (I searched on the internet okay. google better not make a fool out of me😀)

"she's just our photographer, she's here for work so there should be nothing between any of us and her. you can be her friend but our main priority is to win the championship. no distractions."

"damn, didn't take you for being an anti-romantic. you should've just said you don't like her and end it there." jake says.

fast forward to possibly a few weeks later, you've taken a ton of photos of the boys during their trainings and competitions. it was also used in your school's website and newsletter. your name was credited just below the picture and you were happy with what you've achieved.

trainings had just ended and it started raining heavily. unfortunate for you but your brother had plans with his cheerleader girlfriend so you didn't have any way home and well you didn't have any umbrella with you. you quietly wait for the rain to become lighter. you watched the skies, it was really weirdly pretty. you took out your camera and snapped a few photos.

"isn't it just rain, why are you taking photos of it." a voice says. you get get startled before quickly realising it was jungwon. his hair was still a little wet from showering.

"oh, i guess but i think it's a little pretty. the clouds, the pouring rain. take it like a sad photo since rain is usually associated with sadness." you say. "ah, sorry. i was blabbering some nonsense wasn't i?”

jungwon shakes his head, "it's just something you're passionate about. it's alright to talk about it."

"well, i overheard you say that it's kinda stupid and lame-" you gasp and cover your mouth. "sorry." you looked away. jungwon nervously bites his lips.

"i don't think it's stupid."

"oh." you couldn't face the boy.

"look i'm sorry if you overheard that. i just never really understood why you like photography when it's just taking pictures. it's kinda boring really."

"it's okay. not everyone can like photography. this is something i've done dearly since this is only thing that shows i am my own person. rather than me being known as (brother name)'s little sister."

it was silent between the both of you.

"want me to walk you home?" jungwon asks. you looked up at him.

"no it's okay. i'll just wait until it stops raining." jungwon pulls out his umbrella and grabs your camera bag.

"come on." he says.

your heart races. that was just one encounter with jungwon, there was many more that happened after. it seems like you had been spending more time with him. sometimes he even poses for the pictures that you were taking. you jokingly scold him since it was supposed to be a natural photo of them doing their own things during training.

"let me see the photo, miss photographer." jungwon steps forward. you giggled and try to hide the camera from him.

"nooo, it's not for you to see!"

"you were taking photos of me secretly, how am i supposed to not want to see them!"

"they were taken in secret for a reason, captain!" jungwon smirks.

"in that case." he tickles you. you laughed and tried to get away from him.

"yo, cap! training is starting soon. sorry to cut your cute moment with our photographer or should i say girlfriend~~" sunoo yells. jungwon glares at sunoo.

"can you guys stop calling (name), jungwon's girlfriend? it makes me have goosebumps and not in a good way. it's disgusting to think my friend and my sister are dating."

jungwon smirks, "really, hyung? that's an interesting fact to learn about because well...you see...although she's not my girlfriend yet." jungwon lifts you from the ground and kisses you.

the whole team was cheering and yelling.

"oh my god, you go captain!!!"

NISHIMURA RIKI

dancing has always yours and your brother's dream. the both of you had always hold classes and became choreographers. it just so happens that after so long, your brother was finally able to chase his dreams. he became a trainee and was now a temporary backup dancer for HYBE.

though you didn't continue to follow your dreams, you had still were managing dance classes here and there. eventually, you yourself became a quite known choreographer. your brother made his debut shortly after in 2022. he was a backup for enhypen a few times so he became friends with the boys. he was closest with the jungwon since they were the same age.

"look at you. you've gone from being a backup dancer of ENHYPEN to an actual idol."

"hard work pays off." your brother smirks. you smiled and pat his back. you heard a knock at the dressing room door. a few heads popped in and that's when you realise, it was the ENHYPEN members.

"congrats on your debut!!" jungwon hugs your brother.

"thank you! it's been so long!"

"who is this? is she your-"

"sister. she's my little sister." you bowed.

"hello, i am (name)." you heard sunoo gasp.

"isn't she that choreographer that became really famous because she's only 17??"

you shyly smiled, "that's me."

"OOO i really loved the choreo you did to 'kill bill' by SZA! it was really a work of art!!" sunoo excitedly says. you thanked him.

"wait how did you say she was?" heeseung asks.

"17. she's 17."

you noticed a few smirks, "ni-ki san~" jake says.

ni-ki deadpans, "hyung, can you not."

you couldn't lie. you did admire ni-ki as an artist. he was a talented boy and he did kinda follow the same dreams as you. to see him this up close, you didn't expect for him to be so good looking and tall. it made your heart jump a little.

"umm, i do admire your dance style and dance a lot. you're a really great dancer." you say.

"ooo ni-ki got a compliment~~"

ni-ki blushes. he shoves jake. your brother laughs.

"okay, that's enough. thank you for coming today. i'm sure you guys are extremely busy. i have a debut stage to record soon."

"are you kicking us out (brother name)?"

"i am not. it's just...the staff are kinda rushing me and my members are quite literally staring at you guys because they need to change."

"oh my god, why didn't you tell me. this isn't professional of you, you're holding up your members from changing!"

"well we had a longer time but the staff cut it short so they need to cha-"

"save it. i'll get going. enjoy your time and don't forget to eat."

"yes, (name). i will do so. you're acting like a big sister."

"well, you were never one to take care of yourself and you overwork a lot sooo, i have to take care of you."

"such a sweet little sister." your brother ruffles your hair. he goes to look at the ENHYPEN members.

"thank you guys for coming once again."

"any time. you were always a hardworking guy and you encouraged us a lot so it's only right we come to visit you." jay says.

your phone rings, "oh, alright i'll be over soon." you end the call.

"i have to go now. classes are starting a little early today. don't forget to call me, (brother name)."

"yes (name). enjoy your time teaching the class. my little choreographer." you smiled.

after that, you never really see enhypen again. that is until, they came to your classes. you heard a knock.

"yes-" you gasp. "surprise seeing you guys today. are you the students?"

"yup, you will be our teacher for today."

"well i did get a notified from HYBE that i will be choreographing your side song so...it's great to see you guys again."

"so what have you planned for us?"

"it's still being polished but i can show you guys what i have so far."

"that would be great."

you played their song and showed what you had choreographed for it. the boys were in awe. they were so surprised that you choreographed this all by yourself.

"that's about it."

"i really don't get why companies don't come up to you and ask if you want to be a choreographer for their company." sunghoon says.

"they would have to pay top money for me." you smirked.

"that's right. taught you soooo well." jake says.

"you met her once jake. how would raise her?" jay says.

"the same way i raised ni-ki!"

so for the past few weeks of polishing and teaching the boys the choreography, it was finally able to be shown to the public. you clapped once they all finished it and fell to the ground.

"good job, boys." the staff clapped along with you. "here enjoy some drinks i bought for you while you guys were practicing."

the boys happily took the drinks. ni-ki was the last one to grab his drink, his hands linger on yours for a little longer. he winks at you before going over to sit with the boys.

now it was no surprise there was this weird tension between you and ni-ki but it was also partly because well...the both of you were secretly dating. he confessed last week and now you've been dating the boy for about 10 days now. you chose to keep it a secret because well for one, the boys would tease ni-ki and two, your brother was quick to know because jungwon and him were close.

"so did we do well?" jake asks. you giggled and nod.

"yes, you did extremely well. you executed my choreography way better than i did."

"i don't think we can do that, (name). you were the blueprint and we just added our own style." heeseung says.

"that's true which means you made it even better."

ni-ki smiles, he watches you intently. he wanted to sit next to you but sunghoon and jay were already sitting next to you.

"ni-ki, what do you have to say? we did great right?"

"yeah, we did." you smiled at his words.

"woah, what's with this staring at each other. ni-ki, (name). is there something going on between you two? something we should know of?" jungwon says. you shook your head.

"it's nothing. just an inside joke me and ni-ki have. you wouldn't understand."

"damn. this is a dancer thing isn't it! that's unfair, i wanna know about it too!" jake huffs.

the day ends quickly, enhypen went back to their dorms and you went home. you texted ni-ki making sure that it was okay to facetime him. once he says it was fine, you called him. the boy appears on the screen. he was laying in his bed.

"hi." he says. you chuckled.

"hey, boyfriend."

"never going to get used to hearing you say that."

"what do you mean, you were the one who confessed. why are you shy about me calling you boyfriend? we are dating." you say.

"YOU SAID WHAT?" you heard sunoo yell. your boyfriend gasps. "JUNGWON CALL (NAME)'S BROTHER NOW. OUR YOUNGEST AND HIS SISTER ARE DATING."

"ALREADY CALLING HIM AS WE SPEAK!" jungwon yells. ni-ki facepalms.

"i didn't know they were listening in i swear."

"it's okay. it's surprise we even managed to hide this for 10 days."

"you're right." ni-ki shyly smiles. "i umm love you by the way."

"love you too."

"YAH YANG JUNGWON, THE KIDS JUST SAID I LOVE YOU TO EACH OTHER! THIS GOING WAY TOO FAST!" sunoo yells.

yup, this was going to be fun.

[cyber-corp]

An actual summary of Homestuck Act 6's intermissions

by someone who’s a page away from Collide

Let’s do this lightning-round style.

After breaking through the fourth wall on the ship and getting the Gift of Gab (lol), John and Jade prepare for a three-year-long voyage to meet up with the gang, with Davesprite, Nannasprite, and a variety of other faces in tow. They write a letter for the crew.

The Monarch (previously the Mendicant) and the firefly buddy (I've forgotten their name) plead for the Vagabond's life. She takes him to the trolls and kid's rendezvous spot.

The trolls finally meet up with Dave and Rose, who have indeed reached God Tier. Half-dead Sollux and GT Aradia show up as well. They plan to host a "funeral" for Sollux, who is just sort of watching in disgust.

After Karkat's bucket-human-troll-sloppy-fueled breakdown from John's letter, the Vagabond, and the firefly show up, and the gang sets off through the Furthest Ring.

Intermission 2

Hussie, who was taking care of Spades Slick after he fucking killed the world by shooting Snowman, is shot dead by Lord English. I'm sure he'll show up later though. They always do.

It's been about a year in between the intermissions. While Rose explains what the Scratch did, Karkat attempts to explain the troll love quadrants to Dave. They draw dicks, fight, Dave wins by a mile through the suplex

Meanwhile, John, Jade and friends play the Ghostbusters II MMORPG, which is hilarious that that is even a thing in the first place. Jaspersprite sings a birthday song for him, Jade gets dogmad, which causes John to black out.

After getting harrassed by an eepy Roxy, John encounters Meenah (the best character!!!!!) for the first time. He takes a trident from her and wakes back up.

In a dream bubble, Terezi meets Aranea (second best character!!!!), who offers her to heal her sight. In another dream bubble, Hussie proposes to Vriska with a ring. Because of course he does.

Intermission 3 (and some other stuff)

Aranea invites Jake to Meenah's dream bubble, where she finds quite a lot of fighting happening. After telling a story of the Condensce, Jake embarrasses himself by attempting to wallop Meenah. He wakes up after getting whacked, but Brain Ghost Dirk sticks around.

After a "quick" game of Meenah Quest, we get a glimpse of what John and Jade are up to; watching Con Air baybee!!!! Except John has a big freakout over hating the movie, hating Davesprite, and passes out. What a guy.

PM and Noir are locked in chase before they enter a bubble of Jack's own massacre of the Battlefield, before John awakens and fights him. Rose shows up for a brief second and John uses his cool-ass windy powers as well.

After the battle, John wanders into a desert, finds a ring, and finds Tavros (wHO DESPERATELY WANTS THE RING,) and Vriska. She shares her plan to find a treasure that'll defeat Lord English.

After another game of Meenah Quest (where she unsuccessfully gets no one on her team), we go back to the meteor, where Rose drinks and forgets her date with Kanaya (best couple. fight me) and then falls down the stairs. They warned her, dog.

John wakes up with the ring, soyjaks, and the intermission ends.

Intermission 5 (CALIBORN TOOK uP THE LAST SPOT)

Dave and Karkat intervene Terezi, who is a massive wreck because of her degrading romance with Gamzee and letting Aranea heal her eyesight.

John, Vriska, Aranea, Meenah and Aradia find a big green cave in a dream bubble, where they also find a juju. It's the Homestuck House! John sticks his hand in it, his arm appears throughout multiple points in the comic, and then voops out of reality completely. He has an INTENSE STAREDOWN with Caliborn and wakes up on LOMAX, Jake's planet.

I don't usually do this but

(skips many, many important bits and pieces)

Vriska comes back (thanks to John's time shenanigans), plans out everything to come and verbally abuses her ghost self, Dave and Dirk have a feelings jam, dead pre-retcon Terezi and Ghost Vriska rejoice in facing the end, and everybody just about gets ready to

Collide.

This has been by far one of the most bonkers pieces of fiction I have ever read, and nothing gets me more excited than to see all of it come together and wrap all of it up, I hope. Also Caliborn and Calliope are one of the best "Jekyll/Hyde" characters I've seen in a long while!

Whatever lies on the other side of that hyperlink, I sure hope it'll be good.

[callsign-peach]

summary: you meet the dagger squad at the hard deck for a night out, little do they know you’re pretty damn good at pool; f!reader x rooster

a/n: i couldn’t stop thinking about this at work let me paint you a picture, also I wrote this on my phone so excuse any grammatical/spelling errors

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Often heard before seen, The Hard Deck is one of your favorite places for after-work drinks with your boyfriend and friends, and tonight is no different.

Bradley, always the gentleman, dashed in front of you to open the door to the bar, smile on his face.

“Always the charmer, Bradshaw.” You teased, grabbing his hand once you two set foot in the go/to drinking hole for navy staff and civilians.

“It’s what my mom taught me, can’t help it, babe.” Bradley shot back, nodding over to his fellow aviators.

Natasha grinned when she saw you had joined your boyfriend for tonight, thankful another woman was there to commiserate with.

Jake, Mickey, and Javy were already plotting the first game of pool, eyes set on the table.

You patted your boyfriend on the chest, pulling his attention from the conversation he and Bob had stated almost immediately. “Want your usual, B?”

“Yes, please. Thank you!” Bradley added a short kiss to his reply, smirk on his face as he watched you weave over to the bar and smile at Penny.

“You’re so whipped for her, Rooster.”

“Fuck off, Bagman.” Bradley replied, no sour tone to his comment. He and Jake had started to grow closer, something akin to friendship following the uranium mission.

“You in for some pool tonight, Bradshaw?” Mickey asked, grabbing the chalk and a cue.

Shaking his head, Bradley sat back as he watched you grab the two glasses of beer and head back over. “No, think I’ll pass. Y/N might want to play a game or tao, though.”

Jake squinted from where he was already aligning a breaking shot. “She can play pool?”

Shrugging, Bradley didn’t let on that you’ve known how to play since your teenage years. “She can sink a ball or two.”

“What can I do?” You asked, handing the beer to Bradley.

“Rooster here says you can play pool. What I’m curious about is why you’ve never mentioned it?” Jake teased, familiar glint in his eye. “Too chicken to lose against me?”

Snorting, you shook you head. “No way in hell. I bet you I’ll best you in this game.”

Not a man to back away from a challenge, Jake smirked. “What’s in it for me?”

Thinking, you took a swig from you beer. “If I win, you buy rounds for the rest of the night.”

“And when I win?” Jake asked, ignoring the way the rest of the dagger squad was eagerly awaiting the result of this bet.

“I’ll buy your drinks for the rest of the month.”

“Oh damn, not a bad wager!” Javy commented, though he made no move to intervene and try his hand at playing against you.

Bradley simply sat to the side, knowing smile on his face.

“You’re on, ladies first.” Jake waved his hand in front of the table, and you snatched up a cue.

You hummed, bending over and aligning your first shot. You sunk four balls before you missed, giving Jake god first chance at playing.

“Beginner’s luck.” Jake tried to explain, cursing when he sunk the cue ball.

“Thought you were good at this, Bagman?” Natasha heckled, finishing off her first glass.

You snorted quietly, working on sinking another two balls. “Better get your wallet out, Seresin. Bar’s calling your name.”

Jake, flabbergasted at your skill, ended up losing two games to three.

“Where’d you learn how to play?” He asked, still shocked from his loss.

You hopped up on the stool next to your boyfriend, who had a smug smile on his face. “My old man taught me in high school. Beat Brad on our first date.”

Jake gawked at his wingman. “You knew she could play?! And didn’t tell me? What the hell man?”

Hands shooting up in surrender, Bradley laughed. “My allegiance called with the woman I love.”

“He also knows if he didn’t side with me I’d threaten to withhold sex.” You joked.

“On another note, go get us another round, Bagman.” Natasha smiled, waving her empty pint glass.

—

a/n: another short but sweet fic o’ mine. also seriously send requests I just won’t write smut.

[murdrdocs]

OHMYGOD OBSESSIONS CRASHING bradley and jake but put em on a patart dynamic. make em linger for each other. make em want you baddd. make jake be a repressed fucker who uses you, with your cute dolly eyes, to toy with bradley. one telling the other 'no, you can wingman me' on the hard deck, bickering on who gets your number. showing off, they're pilots, pretty rad, uh? maybe you can take a ride

you'll take two, at least.

just gonna brain dump rq stay w me (clears throat)

the first find you sitting at the bar. perched, really. back straight, shining legs crossed over one another, everything about you practically sparkling underneath the warm lighting.

it's hot in the hard deck, everyone feels it, but the sweat works in your favor. jake wants to lick it off of you. bradley wants to watch the droplets glide down your body.

this has never happened to them before. javy, the first person to clock it, ohs under his breath, bringing the end of his beer to his lips as he comments on how rare it is for both hangman and rooster to go for the same girl.

and it's true. they usually have completely different types. they usually rolled their eyes at each other's types, claiming their newest date was predictable for who they were as people. it was immature, nothing but teasing that jake and bradley just couldn't shake out of their systems, even if they were friendly at this point.

at first, jake considers squashing whatever mutual respect him and bradley have gained for each other in order to get closer to you. he'll do anything to get close to you. so when bradley's hot on his heels, racing to you as jake does the same, he briefly considers sticking his foot out and tripping bradley to win the race.

but jake is a mature man. having rooster next to him won't fuck up his game. he has a tried and true routine (even if it—admittedly—hasn't been successful in a while), and he plans to stick to it.

well, he was going to stick to it but rooster throws him off his balance. because, truthfully, bradley has game.

he's smooth. he's sweet. he's fucking funny and you're laughing at his jokes, batting your eyes, flickering your gaze between the two pilots.

something about their demenor must give it away because you're squinting your eyes and wrapping your lips around the straw in your cup before asking.

"military?"

"navy," bradley speaks first.

"pilots," jake adds.

you hum as if you're interested.

jake squints now and he takes the initiative to sit, his knee brushing against yours when he does so. bradley's left standing to his side, but jake doesn't feel bad. especially not when he glances up at his friend and notices the slight twitch in his mustache. making rooster mad will always do it for jake.

"don't tell me you're a tag chaser."

the joke is risky, jake doesn't want to offend you he just wants to fuck you. there's a moment, just a brief moment there where jake thinks he fucked it up. but then your face breaks off into a grin and your lips part and you're just about to respond when your phone, now sitting in your lap after jake graciously took it off of the counter for you, buzzes.

you lift it, hum, and type a reply. and when you lift your head again, jake is already throwing out the suggestion of playing darts. he just wants to show off, really. the pride is flaring up in his system, fanning the flames of his ego. he knows bradley can't beat him in darts, even if he has gotten better the past couple of times.

"i'm sure even you could beat poor rooster here."

your head tilts. "rooster? what's that? your codename or something?"

bradley sticks his tongue in his cheek. he stares at jake when he responds. "callsign. his is hangman."

you turn your gaze to jake, and he's already ready to send a wink your way.

you snort, almost as if you're unimpressed. and it's not the reaction jake was expecting but you knock your arm into his and he considers it not a complete loss.

"well, hangman, what makes you think i'm not a pro at darts?"

jake tilts his head down to stare at you and you just look so pretty staring up at him like that, eyes shining in the overhead lighting and your expression light.

you're into them. he just doesn't know which one you're into.

"are you?"

you shrug, grin, and wrap your hand around his elbow.

"we'll see."

two rounds of darts later (rounds that jake won, even with you and bradley on the same team) and your phone rings. you wince and ask where the bathroom is. they both rush to point it out for you and jake has the thought of asking if you needed him to show it to you but he brushes it away.

there isn't a moment wasted as soon as they're alone.

"you're my wingman tonight." bradley says it factually, like there's no room for argument.

jake watches his friend stand in front of him and jesus fuck, is this what you've been seeing all night?

the way bradley's tan sits prettily along his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. how his scar sits across his cheek, unnoticeably unless you know it's there but even then it adds to his beauty instead of taking away from it. the subtle chestnut curls in his hair, laying flat against his skin. bradley sits tall and frustratingly confident in his seat, a certain charm to him that draws even jake in.

bradley could easily get with you. if jake weren't in the way.

jake scoffs. "close, you've almost gotten the hang of it. you're my wingman tonight."

bradley pouts with faux sincerity and jake feels a flush coming to the tips of his ears. he takes another sip of his beer in hopes that if the occasion arose, he could blame it on the alcohol.

"c'mon man, she's obviously into me."

"did she tell you that?"

"...no."

"then we don't know that for sure. she could be into me for all we know and—" whatever else jake was going to say is cut off when bradley looks over his shoulder. when bradley walks around him and heads for the exit, jake's instinct is to follow. he has a pep in his step whenever he notices you heading for the door, your ear to your phone.

"wait, where're you going?"

"leaving us already?"

they speak in tandem but you still don't respond until you're done with your own conversation. and even then, your response is curt, hardly explanatory.

"my best friend needs me. sorry."

"can we at least get your number?"

bradley's use of we doesn't slip past jake.

when you smile, there's a look there. one jake should recognize since he's been hanging around people with manipulatory attitudes since he was nineteen. but on you, he's blinded. really, he just thinks the look is as hot as you are.

"goodnight, guys."

you reach for the door but jake stops you.

"we hangout here a lot. come back and see us, yeah?"

you grin. " goodnight, hangman."

[helenahypen]

We love baking don’t we

Wc: about 600-700

Cw: sub/don dynamics, unprotected sex,slight degration,daddy kink, & fingering

You and Jake had been friends for ages now since you met in high school when you were sophomores, and know here you were snowed in this cabin, which was his idea to spend this winter break in a cabin that was hours away from home and the signal sucked, so what did you guys do? You guys played video games, but when you guys got bored of that, you played board games, and when that wasn’t working, then movies, and then...

“Why don’t we try something new?” He whined, sitting up, "Like, what? We tried everything,” you said, uninterestedly huffing. There was no point in trying something new because the only thing that was keeping you from jumping out the window was him and the freezing cold weather. "Baking!"He yelled, smiling at his bright idea. “Are you joking? Why would we bake? We can’t even make a cake without burning it.” You said, but instead of him saying that you were right, he grabbed your hand and brought you to the kitchen. “So what? Who cares? We just want to have fun, do we?” He asked with a bright smile, "Okay, okay.” you signed.

So that’s what put you in the situation you were in. Right now you were going to put things away in the bottom cabinets, so you crouched down, and then when you looked up, you saw him staring down at you with darkened eyes, hand making way to your chin, so you looked up more. “You’re very pretty down there, don’t you, princess." That’s what he said before lifting you up and kissing you deeply. You tried to pull away, but it was too late. You were already intoxicated by his tongue in your mouth and his hand on your waist making its way to your ass, groping it harshly. "We shouldn’t do this," you said breathlessly, pushing his chest before spitting out the word he didn’t want to hear. "I know you don’t want to; you’re just bored." Jake's eyes softened by those words: “I really want to, babe. I’ve been waiting for this.”

And with that, you were in the bedroom, taking your clothes off. You could already see his bulge, afraid it wouldn’t fit. Your eyes widened. “Don’t worry, I’m going to prep you first, ok?” He came closer as you fell on the comforter. He groaned as he grinded on you while kissing your lips softly. “Can I?” He asked, pointing to your pretty pussy. You nodded

He took his middle finger and rubbed your clit. You squirmed and whined at this.

“Does that feel alright?” Again, you nodded at his question. You loved that he was so careful with you, scared that anything he would do would scare you off. His finger got closer to your hole, and he inserted it without warning, making you moan loudly.

He pumped that finger in and out before inserting another. "Aww, babe, I don’t even have to use lube, you're so wet for me,” he said while curling his fingers. You felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm. "I'm going to cum,” you moaned, and only a couple of seconds later you cummed.

“I’m not done with you slut.” He said that as he took his pants off, you were shocked because concerned jake was now calling you a slut, but you couldn’t complain because you liked it more than anything. His cock was huge, but before you could say anything, he put a pillow under you, and you heard him say, “Tell me what you want, babe." You moaned. You were so needy now. You were too distracted to say anything. “Or else I can’t do anything, and Daddy’s going to be upset. You didn’t let him fuck you properly." You whined at the new name he gave himself: “I want you, cock dabby, you big thick cock." He groaned and thrusted without warning. "Daddy," you moaned. He didn't even let you adjust; he was already balls deep into you. Sliding it in and out was fast as he could both moan every time “you’re so fucking hot." He said, “I’m so close." You whimpered, his thrusts got sharper, and you came all over his cock. He continued to thrust into you. “Fuck babe, I’m close,” he groaned in your ear. “It hurts,” was all you could manage to get out. “I’m almost there baby.” and a couple of seconds later, he cummed deep in you.

"Baby, let’s clean up,” Jake said carefully, getting up, but before he could even get up fully, you pulled him into your arms and said, “Stay here, ok?” You said he just nodded. “Did you like it?” He asked, scared for your answer, “What do you mean it was the best fuck ever?" You giggled and took some water out of your mini fridge for you and Jake. "Here," you handed it to him, chugging it. “Let’s get some rest then,” he smiled. “Good night, love,” he kissed your temple. When you woke up, you tried it and it was the best strawberry cake you ever had. ”I love you so much.” “ I love you too.”

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

What goes on during movie night ?

Ooh okay so movie night:

It's just absurdly hard to decide what to watch. Movies are brutal for the family. No one likes the same things, but they somehow always have fun? They have to institute a family decision making process, and this is how it goes:

It's in order of age. Jake (1), Neytiri (2), Spider (3), Neteyam (4), Kiri (5), Lo'ak (6), and Tuk (7). (Mo'at is 8 when she is around, and when she is she somehow always wins).

Whenever a decision needs to be made, Jake has Neteyam have Siri (Jake does not understand how to use Siri) pick a number between 1 and 7 and whoever's number it lands on makes the decision. This ruling is absolutely final, and the only rules are that parents can overrule for safety and that the same number can't be picked back to back.

Neytiri wins a suspicious amount of time. It's simply Eywa's will. When Neytiri wins they watch a lot of documentaries and classic rom coms. Jake always complains the loudest to annoy her, but then him and Neyetam are on the ground on the floor up close fascinated by the horror of US prison system or by the absurdity of 27 Dresses.

Jake, in contrast, almost never wins. When he does it's always the worst comedy ever but like, the most fun night. It's Grown Ups 2 or The Naked Gun, and Neytiri is trying so hard not to laugh in the corner while covering Tuk's ears and glaring at Lo'ak when he laughs at the jokes.

Lo'ak only wants to watch terrible action movies. This is everyone's favorite night lowkey. No one would ever admit it, but the movies are such a brain break, and they love how much they can annoy Lo'ak during them. They're all munching on popcorn and lounging on the couch absolutely destroying the logistics of The Fast and The Furious.

Neteyam, through a mouthful of popcorn: How would one car cushion the fall of another car?

Spider, throwing m&ms into Kiri's mouth: Oh, it wouldn't, that's a double car pancake.

Lo'ak: IT'S JUST A MOVIE, MY GOD.

Jake, intercepting an m&m: As long as you don't think you can drive off of a helicopter, son.

Kiri: well, you could, right, you just wouldn't live.

Lo'ak: PLEASE.

Tuk wins and they watch a classic Disney/Pixar film. No one pretends to hate these nights. Everyone loves Encanto and Moana. Jake is a huge Olaf fan. Spider and Lo'ak's remote-microphone renditions of every song in Camp Rock are legendary. Everyone has joined in at some point, by the end of the movie the family are all exhausted and sweaty and the amount of blackmail on Jake's phone is wild.

Neteyam's picks are always extremely snobby Oscar level A24 films. Tuk always falls asleep. Lo'ak and Jake play games on their phones and miss things and then ask stupid questions and it drives Neteyam insane. He's never angrier than when Jake asks the dumbest question ever that was answered earlier during the peak moment of Three Billboards.

Kiri's picks are super pretty nature documentaries. These nights are instant nap time for Jake, Lo'ak, and Tuk, piled on top of each other on the couch. Spider, Kiri, Neytiri and Neteyam share a carton of ice cream right in front of the tv and marvel at the pretty animals. One time when they are all older teenagers, Lo'ak and Spider decide to take edibles before this endeavor and Jake catches them so they give him one as a bribe and the three of them cry when a lion kills a zebra. It is very obvious but also very funny to everyone else. Also Jake ratted them out to Neytiri right away but said "Babe, they included me! ☺️" so Neytiri let it happen.

Spider's picks are crazy. He's all over the place. For a long time post his adoption, when they were little, he picks whatever movie the person he's felt he most recently pissed off he thinks would like best. Lo'ak discovers this quickly and begins to start a fight with him right before movie night lol. Neytiri and Jake were very suspicious when Spider was like "no I actually want to watch Jackass and it's not because you grounded me yesterday, Jake." Eventually he does pick his own stuff (he likes Homeward Bound and Cheaper by the Dozen) but sometimes he does still pick what his siblings want.

[ruminate88]

Disconnected and Self Worth😭

06/19/24

The people in my circle keep showing me all this love and are there for me. Doing things for me and expressing their dearest feelings and intentions for me …. However, inside all I feel is “just let me go please” I just wanna fall into an abyss and drown. I HATE this awful feeling. I believe these people care because I don’t have a choice. They’re all I have and yet I get so caught up in the past, ruminating when these men lied to me, decieved me, rejected me and treated me like I’m not worthy to exist. 😓 Not just one of them but 3 of them made me feel like a complete loser. ❤️‍🩹 I know it’s not true!!

Men that I loved. I didn’t want to love the 1st one, Jake. I wasn’t attracted to him at all but some conversations we shared were really good and comforting but all the rest was of him attacking me at every corner. Calling me a racist and a bigot. Treating me like I’m only good enough for sex. Exploiting my nudes on his social media to “get back at me” for not wanting to be his whatever he wanted to be. He made creepy comments to me like, “If I ever got you pregnant, I would marry you…” 🥴🥴 uh… yuck. Never. I would NEVER let you touch me but he was always there in my face for YEARS. I blocked his number more than once but some how I always found myself talking to him again. There was just so much mystery that turned into history.

Then Cody was there when I posted a suicide note and that’s a HUGE DEAL!! He talked me off the ledge, got my trust but then shattered my trust… I knew Jake was creepy but somehow thought Cody was special and not a creep. I believed Cody was just having a hard time and the way he showed up for me originally, I thought Cody had my back… however, there were times in conversation I could sorta sense cody had a little jealousy for me and low-key he was putting me down but it was a grey line. However Cody ghosted me and I lost all heart. I was a dead woman walking for months. I saw no light or hope and some days even questioned if I was breathing.

5/6 months later, I meet Andrew… Andrew appeared so young and innocent. Often treating me like his caretaker. Making me feel constantly needed and wanted. Coming to me with his cries and using me for comfort. He played upon my ability to be nurturing and caring. I became crazy over the idea of me being his source of care and love. I wanted to spoil him and give him all of me. He wasn’t so “innocent” though. He was just sly and cunning with me. Getting me to constantly praise him and be at his beck and call. I believe now he had a hidden agenda the whole time. He was never going to support me or marry me. His whole intentions seemed to be based off of superficial gratification and to tare me down. I had so much to offer and he wanted to take it all and shred it. Maybe I’m wrong but that’s how he made me feel. After we break up, he’s still finding excuses to talk to me and just like Jake, makes me feel like I’m only good for sex but nothing else. Then he wanted to put me away quietly because he had a new girlfriend and I felt he was adding me to his trophy case of “prizes” and acting like, “Oh this is my prize I won and she can sit nicely on my shelf but I’ll only acknowledge her when I feel like it.” Nooooo 😣😭😠 I’m not going to sit on your shelf and wait for you. I broke up with him when I realized probably I was just a fun game for him. 💔💔💔

After these men, I still believe in love. I still got married to someone else and I’ve been forcing and pushing myself to believe in it all and to give it my best shot. Trying to convince myself I can trust people still and that I’m safe. I know I blocked Jake and Andrew’s number and if either of them tried to bother me through another way, my new man would probably threaten them. (He’s threatened Andrew once before) ugh I’m trying so hard to be ok. I’m NOT giving up!!! I’m trying ONE DAY AT A TIME ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[go-river-flows]

Welcome back to the Avatar Programme

Part 8 of 13

Summary: I was part of the Avatar programme. Simple as that. Then that changed after the schoolhouse incident. 

A/N: Things are ramping up! To all y'all Wainfleet appreciators out there, you're welcome. I also remembered that one of my friends follows my tumblr account, so hi, Wiktoria! Hope you're enjoying these Avatar based stories! Lol Warning: a lot of fluff(?)

For the next few days, whilst being grounded at Hell’s Gate, myself and two other avatar drivers would play basketball on the court during the small breaks that I had. I was trying to distract myself as Grace, Norm and Jake were up at Site 26. But just focusing on work proved to be difficult as my mind would drift back to them leaving me at Hell’s Gate. I went back to feeling like that 16 year old kid in high school, that no one wanted to talk to or sit with at lunch. But thank god I graduated the same year after being offered a full ride scholarship at a top university, leaving those dumdums in the dust. 

“Come on, Curfman!” Choi yelled at the female avatar. Curfman whooped as she scored another three point throw. Giving me a high five. Choi grabbed the ball trying to dunk it as Curfman and I tackled him onto the ground. “Ow! What the hell guys?!” he yelled out, cursing out as he landed on his tail.

“Get the ball, (Y/N)!” Curfman held him down as I scampered for the ball, throwing it into the hoop from the ground. The ball hit the rim and ricocheted back from the odd angle, making a weird ‘tunk’ sound. I narrowly missed the ball, almost hitting me back. The two laughed at me in hysterics, witnessing the horrible throw.

“Wow! Maybe basketball isn't your strongest suit,” Choi chortled. I groaned, covering my face with my blue hands in annoyance. Before I knew it, I was being hauled up by the two still laughing avatars. 

“You just need more practice…aaaand maybe some pointers,” Curfman reassured, stifling a laugh.

“Thanks, I guess. But I should get back to work, my break is over,” I exhaled. The two patted my back as I left the court, going back to their game of ball.

Trudging back to the Avatar Compound resting area, I laid onto an empty cot and closed my eyes. Waking back up in the cradle, I laid there for a moment before manually opening it from the inside. Sitting up, I rolled my neck and shoulders before heading back to my office, saying a quick thanks to Max and Ruth.

   Entering my office, I sat back down in my chair and resumed my paperwork, then jumped back into the second half of the Dummies guide to Na’Vi. I was mostly done, but added some things I forgot to add in the first half. After that, I went to the canteen to eat. Taking a seat at an empty table, without a drink as usual–somehow they were always sold out whenever I wanted one–Wainfleet would give me his. This became somewhat of a routine as the days went by. Especially since Norm and Jake were no longer around.

  On such days, Wainfleet would join me at the empty table I sat at. On the opposite side of the canteen the other soldiers would stare at Wainfleet, who apparently preferred my company to his friends. To my suprise, he actually apologised for the crude language he’d used as well as his terrible attempts at flirting. Which I was sceptical of at first, but later eased up on. It was nice to talk to him about anything outside of my work and research.

  After finally finishing the second half of the guide, I stopped by Trudy’s samson and asked her to deliver the binder.

“Why don't you just come with me? I'm about to go up for a visit,” Trudy suggested. I thought about it for a moment, “I'll give you twenty minutes to decide, if not, I'll just leave without you.”

  I hung my head before grunting out an ‘okay’. I sprinted back to my office to grab my bag, some instant coffee and snacks that Wainfleet gave me out of the blue, and anything I needed to give to Grace. Namely rare samples she asked for before she decided to go up to Site 26, without telling me. I put my mask on as I returned to Trudy’s samson, bag slung around my shoulder, taking a seat next to her, and we soon took off.

The flight from Hell’s Gate was just as amazing as previous trips out to Pandora. Beautiful and very green, in comparison to the cold and grey Hell’s Gate. Maybe if I had more time, I would've hopped into my avatar. When we approached Hallelujah Mountain, the equipment started to glitch. The flux vortex signalling our inbound as the fog parted. Approaching a floating island, I could see the grey metal of Site 26. Trudy cut the engine as I hopped out the samson. I waited for her so we can go inside together. Opening the first door to decompress before fully entering the interior.

“Hey Grace! Hey Norm!” I called out. 

“(Y/N)?!” Norm poked his head up.

“Hey Norm!” Trudy greeted, “Where’s Grace?”

“Grace is out in her avatar at the moment,” he gestured to the back with his thumb, “But what are you doing here, (Y/N)?”

“Oh, just a visit, and to give Jake this thing,” I held up the binder, “But I also brought gifts.” I held up another bag in my other hand, approaching Norm, I set it down on the table, to which he dug in.

“Yes! Coffee…and snacks!'' His giddy mood was somewhat refreshing after not seeing him in a week. 

“Don't finish it all at once, it's not just for you. I don't know when I'm coming back, or if I'm coming back,” I laughed, patting his shoulder before trudging to the other side of the compact building. Finding Jake’s wheelchair, I put the binder on the seat before moving to the other side where Grace’s white coat hung from the back of a chair. Taking everything out of my bag, I put it on the table separating the research papers to their respective samples. Looking at her messy table with documents scattered all over. I cleaned it up a bit before returning to Norm and Trudy, where they were chatting about the past few days. We talked for a while before the subject of Lyle Wainfleet popped up.

“Okay, and that's where I'm stopping the conversation. Let's go Trudy,” I cringed.

“That guy has been stopping at (Y/N)’s table for the past few days. I've seen the way he looks at you. The way you look at him. Don't think I didn't notice, (Y/N),” Trudy laughed as Norm’s brows furrowed. 

“I thought you didn't like that guy?” Norm asked, accusatory in tone. 

“Oh come on. He’s honestly not that bad. Sure he’s not Tommy, but…if you look past his crude jokes and actually talk to him, he’s not a bad guy. I blame the RDA and army for that.” The two of them looked at me with blank stared before Trudy’s lips curled up to a smirk.

“Oh my god. You like him,” she said. Norm turned to look at her then at me with wide eyes, as Trudy held eye contact with me. I gulped.

“Seriously (Y/N)? Out of all the guys in the RDA, and you like Lyle…Wainfleet,” he sputtered out incredulously. I facepalmed as the heat started rising in my face, as Trudy started laughing out loud. 

“Let's go Trudy, I'm being serious,” I grabbed her arm as she continued laughing at me. By the time she finished laughing, I had already dragged her to the airlock, whilst in there she looked at my flushed face and proceeded to laugh at me again. We put on our masks and were back out in the Pandoran wildlife. During the flight back she continued to laugh whilst poking fun at me.

  And to top it all off, when we arrived back at Hell’s Gate, as soon as we passed through the airlock chamber and turned the corner I collided into the man himself, Lyle Wainfleet. For a second, my heart stopped. Trudy gave me the look before running off as Wainfleets hand stayed on my waist, from when he steadied me. My face flushed red again. Flustered by his sudden appearance and where his hand remained, combined with the previous conversation that I had not too long ago made me nervous. 

“Hey, you good?” his voice interrupted my rushed thoughts. His face was much closer than I anticipated. I let out what a meek yes, attempting to walk away, only to trip on his foot and he caught me again. God! Out of all the times to be clumsy, why now?! I cringed internally. “Woah, hey now. Falling for me already, sweetcheeks?” he chuckled, staring at my red face. I definitely look like a tomato. 

“Corporal Wainfleet!” a voice boomed through the hallway, belonging to Commander Miles Quaritch. Lyle let go of my waist shooting a smirk.

“See you later?” he quickly whispered. I hesitantly nodded before he ran after his commander, and when he finally turned the corner out of sight I caught my breath and breathed out a huge sigh. People passed glancing at my weird behaviour. Meandering the hallways, my feet carried me to my shared bedroom. As soon as I entered, I collapsed in my bed.

*

For the next few days I would avoid Wainfleet like the plague. I spent most of my time in my avatar at the Avatar Compound, checking on the fresh fruits, exercising, practising basketball (and getting better) or out in the surrounding jungle collecting more samples, or just simply hanging out with the other avatars. At least I was no longer sad about grace practically abandoning me.

  But once that was over, avoiding him in Hell’s Gate was more complicated, especially since he knew all my spots. All the avoiding finally caught up to me when he cornered me in a literal corner one afternoon.

“Just talk to me, what's going on,” he trapped me between his arms, “Why are you avoiding me?” He practically begged. I bit my tongue. Maybe because I was scared? Or was it because I actually had feelings for him? After learning about Tommy’s death, I mourned him. I still loved him. So would it be fair to move on?

“Please? I thought we were friends.  I told you we can talk about anything. But you're making things difficult,” he trailed off, eyes boring into mine.

“I–I…” I hesitated, “I think I like you,” I barely whispered. That was all he heard before he pulled me into a kiss. It felt like all the air was sucked out of my lungs, as he moved closer, practically pinning me to the wall with his body. Lips not leaving mine, he moved his hands to the back of my head. When he finally pulled away, he had the biggest, most boyish grin on his face.

“I think I like you too.”

Part 9

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[leyia]

𝐓𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐱𝐞𝐰 (𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞)

Summary : While immersed in Pandora’s high grounds, you locked eyes with a Na’vi up close for the first time.

Pairings : So’lek x Fem!y/n

Word count : 1K approx

Warnings/notes : y’all I’ve never played the game- don’t jump me if it’s inaccurate, it’s part fiction T^T

By the time you reached the Hallelujah mountain altitudes, the sun had shifted to set and moonlight guided your steps. The landscape was breathtaking, so you sat by taking in what would be the last moments of this live planet. The RDA, and your “allies” were going to take over at dawn’s first beam.. But you were never on their side to begin with.

Jake Sully had been incompetent in convincing the Na’vis to leave their motherland, thus you were now caught in the middle of a rising war.

You sighed heavily, was there nothing more you could do to prevent the inevitable ? Time was running out like sand slipping through fingers ; hellfire was about to break into their sacred Home-tree, everything would burn.

As you were on the verge of defeat, a swift ruffling of grass interrupted your train of thought..

?!!

A small Titan stood there, hovering behind you. His gaze looming over your head, observantly

He’d been so discreet that you hadn’t noticed any presence, until now

Freaked out, you almost toppled over the edge ; but their extended arm reached for your wrist before you could fall a couple hundred metres into the oblivion

Shrugging in relief and looking up in cold sweat, two golden orbs mirrored your wide stare.

A Na’vi. The first you’ve ever examined up-close. It was relevant just by the firm grasp on your wrist that he retained strength proportional to that of a Thanator Panther, which instantly made your blood run cold.

“It h-hurts” by the time they pulled back, your sore hands were bruised of blue

“Ah, sorry”

…

“You speak le’Inglìsì ? (The English Language)

“Srankehe” (A little bit) he nodded reluctantly

You were speechless. Past encounters with his kind, even at a distance was complex due to their aggressive nature towards the “Sky-people”. But this one was the total opposite: you knew their intelligence for comprehension was keen, but never this impressive

Dusting yourself off, you thanked him briefly before asking away about his motives & as to why he approached you so earnestly

“Kind human, not like other RDA. I grateful, see you save my brothers-”

Then it dawned on you. Two full moons prior, during the first Pandora invasion you had secretly released captive Na’vi children from Avatar testing labs. Because of your rookie-mistake, you were stripped of all commands and annexed from the research base to assist another deployment department

“So’lek?”

…

“Yes ?”

“You’ve grown so quickly I hadn’t realised-”

“You change also, beautiful”

With your hands unconsciously trailing over his pearled braids, you stopped at the sudden praise

“Why are you here ?”

“Want.. Work together. Teach use human Wartools for Na’vi Resistance”

However, from the corner of your ear could be heard familiar voices, those of your comrades. You were reminded that your shift/break had long passed.. & the plains ringed their footsteps approaching closer by the minute.

“No So’lek- this is crazy. I can’t save you all a second time. You must leave Now”

“NO ! This time, I protect YOU”

💥

Your hands were covered in his blood. In a moment’s blur, So’lek’s back-hug shielded you from a bullet shot. Paralysed, you could hardly muster an expression at the sight of Quaritch holding a pistol in your direction

“I knew you weren’t a reliable intel, backstabbing my orders when I generously turned a blind eye”

“STAY BACK” So’lek winced, fangs coughing stains of red at your regiment superior

Before the situation could escalate any further, you both took the escape route. Calling for an Ikran, you jumped off the cliffside. Stabilising the mount as Quaritch kept firing down until you’ve flown far enough to hear him curse Eywa

%!!#&@

&#*!

£^%

…

“Lay down, you’re still bleeding”

You had dragged So’lek into the dense rainforest near an oasis in order to purify the wound given by that other scum. Thankfully only his upper arm was hurt, and no vital organs were critically damaged.

When tearing and wrapping your shirt around the injury, he did a mediocre job in containing the pain visibly drawing on his face

“They’re planning to strike again at dawn. You won’t be able to fight in this state”

“No, our Resistance Strong..

This is how we Heal”

Once properly able to sit upright against a tree, So’lek handpicked a hanging fruit from up above to consume it’s dripping nectar. You didn’t know much about the Na’vi recovery process, but this agrume did visibly relieve some pain

“Do we really have a chance against them ?”

D-Day was only one sunrise away, even if you’d agree to help his clan, you possessed nothing weapon-wise to work with. It was a lost cause..

“Hey,” snapping out of a spiral So’lek placed your tiny hands onto the flat of his chest, urging you to feel his steady heartbeat as a reassuring gesture

“As long as I live, we will prevail,

Just like we did back then”

With that, he then puffed a long and silent whistle to which a response was swiftly echoed through the thick night breeze.

…

Seconds later, you felt your head surrounded by an entire swarm of Ikran warriors.

Recognising them, they bowed to you. The kids you rescued now grown, all waved with their spears and shields elevated as a greeting.

Hope wasn’t lost after all. Seeing it for yourself made it clear your compagnon was right,

The war was about to take a refreshing turn.

[joshkiszkashikingboots]

A World Of Our Own

pt. 1, fluff, jake x transmasc reader

“Come on, you haven’t seen them in years! I promise, they aren’t going to be judgemental”

You crossed your arms as your best friend, Amelia, spoke, it had been years since you came out and moved away, but your high school friends were all getting together for a holiday party and there were a few people you hadn’t seen for years.

“That isn’t what I am worried about, it’s just that I don’t want anyone to make it a big deal, and besides I don’t think anyone will care if I am not there.” you spoke, fiddling with the seam of your loose linen button up.

“Please?” She said quietly, “I really want you there.” You hesitantly agreed and hugged her, rolling your eyes a little bit.

A few hours later you were staring in the mirror after a shower. You ran your hands over the scars on your chest and bit your cheek. You remembered how feminine you forced yourself to be the last time everyone saw you and wondered how they would react. Everyone knows that small towns like yours aren’t the most accepting of things like that. You shook it off and took a deep breath, ‘it will be okay, I’ve got this.’ you told yourself in thought as you grabbed your fitted grey sublime t-shirt and threw it on with some jeans. You grabbed your keys, brown leather coat, and boots, and walked out the door.

Upon your arrival you see Amelia getting out of her car and finally lift yourself from the drivers seat of your car, chuckling at the sight of Josh’s ugly Jeep truck.

“Hey!” You said softly towards Amelia, who was headed towards the door.

“Oh!! Hey y/n! you made it!” She said, much more enthusiastically.

You hugged and walked in together.

As soon as you walked through the door Josh, who was wearing a hideous christmas sweater, lit up and came over to hug you. “y/n, hey! you are looking good!” He said with his hand resting on your shoulder. Jake smiled and hugged you silently before agreeing with Josh. “You really do.”, he said with a perk in his left brow.

You walked around, greeting your old friend group. After awhile of talking you headed to the kitchen to get a drink, Jake is there, pouring himself some whiskey on the rocks.

“Want some?” He asked, knowing it was you despite your silence.

“Yes, Please, just a bit though, I can’t drink like you and Josh” You laughed a bit and leaned yourself against the countertop. He walked over to you with your drinks and gave you a smile, leaning on the counter beside you. You could hear the party in the room over, but it was quiet there with him.

You took a sip in sync with him and close your eyes as the burn runs down your throat.

“You know y/n, I really missed you. I know neither of us have been here for more than a visit in years, but, I really did.”

You smiled at the ground and felt the butterflies in your stomach. You felt trapped in his gentle eyes, unable to break eye contact.

“Jacob,” you look at him slowly “I really missed you too.” You thought that you may be trapped in his gaze forever before he began to look at the ground then standup straight and clearing his throat.

“Sorry,” He laughed slightly, “Wanna head back out there?”

You felt the awkward aura in the room but laughed it off, and smiled at him “Yeah sure!”.

In your mind you curse yourself for possibly being the thing that made him feel awkward. As you pass through the door, Josh’s eyes shoot over to Jakes and move a bit. It was the same as high school, they would seem to have conversation just by looking at one another. It had always infatuated you.

Jake kept walking and separated from you, you took another sip and continued with the night, playing games and chatting. You were having fun until an old friend used your dead name. It hurt, even though you looked like you were fine. When Jake heard this, his head snapped around and he found your gaze, an eyebrow raised as to say, ‘Are you okay?’ and you shrugged back and headed for the bathroom. He followed and grabbed your arm, “y/k, hey, wait-“ you looked back and tried to smile, even though it just made your mouth a line, “Jake, I’m fine, they messed up once”

“I know but it still hurts” Jake spoke in a whisper, catching your gaze in that compelling and addictive way once again. His statement was so true too, you reached for his hand and held it as a few fingers gripped you back. “Its alright” He said, reaching the other hand hand towards your face, you felt yourself leaning in towards his lips for comfort as your eyes flickered between them and he leaned back, but despite your eyes closing, he kissed the side of your face gently. “y/n, do you want to go someplace with me?”

[sindumpster]

Tell us about Ruvargi and Toni-- 👀

(Ruvargi left, Toni right)

Funnily enough, despite getting most of his looks and color from his dad, Ruvargi pretty much no influence on Toni. Both just happen to be jerks, though Toni is far worse than his father lol

Ruv was gone long before Jake and his siblings were born (hatched?). Even by dragon standards, no one quite understood why Sirenea (mother) and Ruvargi stuck together as long as they did. And it was morbidly predictable that when their relationship did reach its end, it would end in an explosion. Frankly, it was a miracle neither lost their life to that, though they both carry pretty ugly scars, and Ruvargi is down one eye lol

Anyways, Ruv was initially charming, and a massive flirt. He was the dragon version of the “mysterious sexy foreigner”. He was from a region far to the south of where Jake and co. were born, and he rarely ever talked about his origins (lending to a wealth of rumors, perhaps that he had fled the scene of a heinous crime, or had been ousted from his community. Others claimed he gotten in trouble with a former mate after being unfaithful. Or perhaps, he was merely bored, or wanted to travel). Regardless of reason, Ruvargi was obviously from elsewhere. His red color was extremely rare in the “north”, and he had a very distinctive accent (and knew a different dialect).

It didn’t take long for him to hit it off with Sirenea, and they became mates shortly thereafter. And while the early years were pleasant, both ultimately brought out the worst in one another. Both Sirenea and Ruvargi are violent manipulators, and while originally they targeted others (and even tag-teamed in plots and schemes to bring ruin to other), they eventually fell into each other’s crosshairs. Both became convinced the other was always lying, always seeking selfish gain over the other, and well…it became a self-fulfilling prophesy. What was the point of telling the truth if it was never believed? Why do nice things for the other if it was assumed to be a shallow ploy? At some point it became a petty game, where they would constantly try to one-up the other in new and horrible ways. Both were abusive, both were unfaithful, and ultimately, both became extremely violent. Minor disagreements turned into bloody fights, which begat grudges, which begat more bloody fights. Fortunately (or unfortunately) they were pretty evenly matched, so decisive “victories” were few, and the “win” could just as easily go to one or the other. Often, they threatened to leave each other…but they never did. Both were addicted to the constant drama lol

Anyhoo, it all boiled over when Sirenea realized she was eggnant. And was immediately questioned if it was even Ruvargi’s (it was). The whole matter only shortened their fuses. And add in hormones and all the complicated feelings it brought out in both, the final explosion went nuclear. Neither remember what started the fight, but like most of their fights, it was small and petty. Soon they were screaming completely unrelated insults at one another, and Sirenea got pissed and pounced. Her claws hooked around his face, Ruvargi screamed…and after that it was over. She’d permanently marred his face, and left him blind in one eye. And while it was common for them to “leave” one another for a few days or a week, Ruv never came back. Nor has he been seen since, but Sirenea was the only reason he had stayed.

_______

Anyways, Toni hatched months after Ruvargi fled, to a…much smaller clutch than had initially been laid (break-up Sirenea did some pretty fucked up things, so only half of her eggs survived). And from the day he was born, there was something…off about him. He was clever in ways he should not have been, but felt little attachment to anything (he felt no love for his siblings or mother). He had a fascination with death and suffering. He toyed with his prey, and played games to see how long he could keep it alive after inflicting grievous injuries. As he grew, he began manipulating his siblings, trying to turn them against one another. In Jake he found a decent henchman, and someone who he could easily cast blame onto should he get caught. As long as he catered to Jake’s thirst for attention and praise (making up for Sirenea’s indifference to Jake), he could get his brother to do just about anything, and poison his mind to boot. Of course, sometimes it was fun just to watch his brother suffer, and occasionally he laid out traps for him. At least until a particular trap nearly killed Jake, and gave him a severe phobia. After that Toni shifted his violence away from his brother. Besides, the runt (Kurt) was an easier target. Sirenea was already convinced Kurt wouldn’t survive to adulthood, so what was the harm in making it so?

Unfortunately there’s only so many times you can try to murder your brother before he gets the message that it’s time to leave. Kurt was the first to run away, and Toni hated him for it. While he assumed (as did his siblings) that Kurt died in the wilderness, he took it personally that he wasn’t the one to strike the killing blow. And it’s why he still hates Kurt decades later, after learning from Jake that he miraculously survived. Even more infuriating is Jake’s attachment to Kurt; he still sees Jake as a henchman and someone he can manipulate, and would lose him if he murdered Kurt.

And tbh you could have the nature vs. nurture argument with Toni all day. He was definitely “not right” when he was born, but his mother made it much worse. She played favorites with her brood, and while Toni looked like his father, in a fucked up way it might have been why he was picked as one of the “favorites”. So she pretty much encouraged him, and conveniently overlooked his sadistic side. She was somewhat aware that he was targeting his siblings, but he was smart enough to target the ones she cared less for (Kurt was dead to her; Jake looked like the runt so he was inferior too; Lenny was annoying and asked too many questions). And as a manipulator she saw little problem with his own manipulations, and even gave him advice from time to time on how best to turn others against one another, and how to charm others. Toni and Ruby were her golden children, and both turned out to be sadistic monsters, so she certainly didn’t help.