New Lives

I am going to go back through all my likes and reblog the masterlists of the writers and some of my favorite series. I'm trying to start writing my own but what is in my head doesn't translate on paper that well. Fingers Crossed

[writingmaz]

Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

[herstories]

omg this is so helpful

[writing-prompt-s]

!!!!!!!

[fluentmoviequoter]

The Rookie (ABC Series)

Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Page 1 - contains all fics and sequels.

Page 2 - contains series and blurbs.

[bullet-prooflove]

Bobby Goren Masterlist

Triggers - Bobby pushes your buttons when you go toe to toe in the ring.

Touch Starved: - Bobby doesn't realise how touch starved he is until he meets you.

Self Reflection: - Bobby may be a great behaviouralist but he's terrible at self reflection.

In Time - Bobby's pissed when you get yourself into a probmatic situation.

Moment - Bobby and you share a moment.

On the Wire - Bobby overhears something on the wire that could change the nature of your relationship.

Third Time Lucky - You invite Bobby to your brother's engagement party.

The Way You Deserve (NSFW) - Bobby treats you the way you deserve.

Listen - You turn up at Bobby's after a tough case.

WorkofArt! Series:

Part One: Storm In A Teacup - Bobby decodes the letters you left him.

Part Two: Starry Night - Bobby recieves a postcard.

Part Three: Jackson Pollock  - Bobby gets a phone call in the middle of the night.

Burn - Bobby confronts you with a suspicion.

[eternalsams]

One Last Time ⇴ J.Seresin

pairing: jake seresin x gn!reader

warnings: alcohol, cursing, violence (one single punch), angst? (i think that’s it, tell me if i forgot something)

summary: Jake is soon to be deployed and he invited the whole squad for a last night out together.

words count: 2 385

notes: english isn’t my first language, I apologize if there’s any mistake. I know my irl friends who read this will recognize the plot. I also have no idea how navy stuff work i’m just writing it how I think it is. Enjoy !

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[topguncortez]

Opposites Attract: Masterlist

synopsis: No one could quite explain it, it didn’t quite make sense, how the most arrogant, cockily annoying pilot managed to find some who was the complete opposite of him. But you know what they say, Opposites Attract.

Main story:

Part I Part II Part III Part IV (coming soon. . .)

Other fics:

FLUFF:

“You’re Gorgeous”  Jake has the biggest crush on his wife, even when she’s covered in paint 

Adventures in babysitting  Uncle Rooster, Uncle Bob and Aunt Phoenix navigate a night with the Seresin kids. 

Comfort  Jake’s the one who needs the comfort this time. 

Meet the Father  Takes place before PART I, in which Jake meets Y/N’s dad for the first time. 

First Kiss Jake doesn't kiss on the first date, but this time, he did.

SMUT:

Period Sex  Y/N tells Jake it’s the best way to help with the pain, and he’s all for helping her. 

Turn on Jake can't help but be turned on at the sight of his pregnant wife

Nightly Interruptions Moments alone a few and far between

Bikinis and Tattoos Y/N has some new ink and Jake is all for it

ANGST:

Alternate Attraction   What would’ve happened if Jake never came home from the Uranium Mission? 

MOODBOARDS:

The Seresin Family Beach Day

THE SERESIN KIDS:

Alexander Miles Seresin: born May 17th 

Jake and Y/N hadn’t expected to become parents so quickly after they got married, so it was quite the shock when Y/N became pregnant with Alex. Alexander is just like his mother in his mannerisms but looks just like his father. He's a smart little boy, always watching and observing the world around him. His favorite things in life are the toy plane his father got him and baking with his mother. 

FICS:

First Ultrasound FLUFF. Jake gets to see his baby boy for the first time

Baby Seresin #1 FLUFF/ANGST. The day has come for the birth of the Seresins first baby: Alex. WARNINGS: childbirth

Hormones FLUFF. Jake is trying to navigate the world in which his wife is heavily pregnant.

Ella Monica Seresin: born July 21st 

Y/N had surprised him with the news of Ella after the successful Uranium Plant mission. Jake was thrilled to have a little girl. He had always wanted a little girl, not that he didn’t love Alex, but there was something about the bond between father and daughter that was special. When Ella was born, he cried harder than he did when they had Alex. Ella looked like her mother, but acted like Jake. She was a wild one, and loved to test her limits. Her favorite thing to do was go with her Uncle Rooster to Grampa Maverick’s hangar. 

FICS:

First night out FLUFF. It’s their first night out post-Ella’s birth. takes place after PART III. TW: public breastfeeding.

Elliot Lewis Seresin: born February 23rd 

Elliot was going to be the last baby for the Seresins. Jake and Y/N had decided that three was a good number. Except Y/N had run into secondary infertility, and had suffered a miscarriage before conceiving her rainbow baby, Eli. She had quite a rough start with Eli, her morning sickness was the worst she had ever experienced, she had a scare early on, and Eli came early. Jake was teaching a class when she went into labor, and Bob was the one who ended up delivering Eli in the Seresin living room. 

FICS:

Code Baby FLUFF. The arrival of Elliot Lewis Seresin was nothing but unplanned.

Totally Normal FLUFF. Jake lets his wife know that feeding her children is a normal thing. TW: public breastfeeding 

Jasper Thomas and Maxwell Glen Seresin: born December 25th

The Seresin twins were a total surprise. The pregnancy in general was a total surprise. When Y/N woke up for the third morning in a row complaining about her boobs hurting, Jake had asked her if she was possibly pregnant. Then when they were in the midwife’s office and heard that they were expecting twins, Jake about passed out. The Seresin twins were for sure the last pregnancy, a month after they were born, Jake went in and had a vasectomy done.

FICS:

Twins?! FLUFF. Jake realizes that his truck is running out of room.

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

bradley bradshaw | masterlist

hi everyone! here's my masterlist to my bradley rooster bradshaw stories so it's easier for anyone to find them.

More coming your way.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read them.

SERIES

"Are we still friends?"

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw and you have been friends since you could remember, just friends (unfortunately) but when you are called back to Top Gun everything changes. 

You have to keep on the down-low that Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell is your father. Rooster, who you’d been able to read since you were young, seems unreadable to you now. Other pilots that are usually lining up for you, don’t seem that interested (much to your dismay). You are apparently now unable to keep your feeling at bay and oh, right. You have a life-and-death mission in your hands, which is the icing on the cake. Lots of angsty discussions, lots of jealousy, and even dog fights. What else can you expect from a mission on Top Gun?

BLURBS

"how did you get so good": you've never had a one-night stand and honestly, it shows.

[bussyslayer333]

Heart Out

summary: your boyfriend proves his love for you on the beach, so you prove yours in the hard deck bathroom.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut at the end once again,, but it’s jakes turn this time :0, some swearing, and mentions of dilfs/daddy issues LOL

ps this is my lil continuation of jake x penny’s niece!reader bc i love them <3

((it can be read separately ofc !!))

requests are open as always !!!

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Today had been dreadfully boring. Your aunt Penny was out all day at the Hard Deck working on accounts and you couldn’t even pester your little cousin Amelia because she had also been out all day with friends. You’d thought about visiting Jake at work but you weren’t sure whether you were at that stage of your relationship yet. So instead, the best option seemed to be lounging around in your underwear watching Desperate Housewives reruns in the living room. As you flopped over onto your front trying to escape the San Diego heat that you still weren’t accustomed to, a notification popped up onto your phone.

cowboy ❤️

come join me at the beach?

photo

You opened the message to a selfie from Jake in what appeared to be the Hard Deck bathrooms. He was stood shirtless flexing his arms into the mirror doing a little pouty face staring down the camera. You giggled at his stupidly handsome face that somehow manages to look good no matter what he was doing.

You

are you not at work? ❤️

cowboy ❤️

annual dogfight football baby

With that message accompanied a picture Jake had taken over his shoulder of Rooster and Mav shirtless and covered in sand. Suddenly it clicked why your aunt had travelled to the bar to complete tasks which definitely could have been finished at home. Deciding to wind Jake up you replied to the second picture he sent, ignoring his first selfie

You

how does mav still look so good? talk about dilf 🤤

Giggling as you sent the message you put your phone down and decided to finally peel yourself away from the couch to start getting ready for the beach.

Flipping through the variety of swimsuits you had bought with you, you wondered which one Jake would like best. Although Jake would like to call himself a man of taste, when it came to his girl his taste in her clothing was sparse to say the least. Settling on a blue two piece with strings that tied it all together, you moved to pick up Jake’s button up that you had kept since one fateful night in his truck. It was light blue and quite fitted on him but it hung nicely on you and could work as a cover up if the sea breeze became too strong.

You span around to look at yourself in the floor length mirror in the corner of your room. Jake was going to love this. You plucked your sunglasses from the bedside table and placed them on your head so you could finally make your way back downstairs to your phone and tote bag.

Picking up you phone you smirked at Jake’s many replies.

cowboy ❤️

shut up

you’re not being serious right?

because i don’t know the ins and outs of your relationship with your father for that to be a funny text

that emoji makes it seem like a joke

i mean yeah ig he keeps it tight for a guy who gets senior discounts

You interrupted his next text by gracing him with a response.

you

shush jake obv im joking

….we will talk later tho

You then sent a photo of yourself in the mirror near the front door, chest pushed slightly out. You knew your audience.

cowboy ❤️

ur such a tease

you

see u soon flyboy <3

The drive down to the Hard Deck is brisk, not much traffic for a midweek afternoon in Miramar. As you pull into the Hard Deck’s parking lot you recognise a few of the pilots cars and you pull in next to Rooster’s bronco, scoffing at the fuzzy dice hanging from his rear view mirror. That boy was seriously stuck in the 70s.

Moving out of your car, you walk down to where you can see your aunt ‘working’ on one of the benches outside of the Hard Deck that faces the beach front. She slowly averts her gaze from Mav and smiles up at you,

“Hi darling, I wasn’t expecting to see you here?” You giggle as her attention slips from you again when Mav throws the ball particularly well over to Payback.

“Yeah, Jake text me asking if I wanted to join.” She giggles at your dreamy smile and pulls you down onto the bench next to her. Once you’re sat and your belongings have been placed down next to Penny’s you scour the group of pilots to find your boyfriend.

However, as you rake over the group you come to the realisation that he isn’t stood with them. That put an odd feeling in your stomach, Jake was never ever one to miss out on a competition. As you were about to question you aunt, you saw Bob approach with an uneasy look on his face.

“Hey, are you looking for Jake?”

You nod, spurring him on.

“He’s a little further down the beach, with um.. those two girls,”

Your gut twinges again as you look to where Bob is facing, lo and behold Jake is stood pointing something out to two tall slim girls. You weren’t jealous per se, you had no real reason to be. He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, as annoying as it was, girls always seemed to flock to Jake. You weren’t jealous because Jake was the one to express his interest in you first, he knew what he wanted and it was you. Still your gut twinged. You looked to Bob, then stood up abruptly.

“Pen, do you mind looking after my stuff?” You turned to ask your aunt and she hummed absentmindedly, still entranced by her boyfriend. You took the hum as a yes and kicked your slides off ready to go find your boyfriend.

Bob took this as a sign to take off back to the group still playing football and watched your figure retreat to where Jake was standing with the two girls, smiling as they laughed at something he had said.

One of the girls smacked Jake’s chest lightly as she laughed far too hard for what Jake had said. This was when you began to feel slightly angry, you knew that type of laugh. You’d used it before. On Jake nonetheless. No man was ever that funny, especially Jake.

As you came into Jake’s view, his smile widened which made you falter slightly, in what was quite a stompy walk. Reminded of the fact that you were wearing his shirt and his favourite bikini you tried to style out your march into more of a cool girl saunter.

Jake lifted his sunglasses once you were stood in front of him and sucked in a breath as he took in your attire. He lifted his hand from his side and started to play with the hem of his shirt which hung from your frame.

“Wow..”

“Hey baby,” you smiled at him then turned to the two girls who appeared slightly confused by what was occurring in front of them.

“And you guys are…” okay maybe you were slightly snappy, but did these girls still have to hang around when they now clearly knew Jake was taken.

The brunette one of the two spoke up, “Jake, are you not gonna introduce us?”

Jake looked up and scoffed slightly at the girls audacity, he shared a look with you that had you holding in a giggle.

“…right, Brianna, Stace, this is my beautiful girlfriend.” At his statement you smiled up at him, bashful at his compliment and at the thought that you had previously had in which he completely ignored you in favour of his two new friends.

“Hi..” you smiled at the girls with more pep in your step.

The red head (Brianna?) then spoke up, “Oh.. this is your girlfriend?” With distaste on her tongue which made Jake seethe.

“What I just said.” He spoke shortly back to her.

Her friend clearly sensed the tension bubbling and tried to smoothen out the situation, “I think she just means we weren’t expecting to meet her,” she smiled apologetically at you.

You smiled back appreciatively and spoke up, “Well we should really be getting going, I have a game of football i need to see my boyfriend win, it was nice meeting you girls!”

Jake had already began to move away, dragging you along with him as you waved at the two girls when Brianna (?) spoke again,

“Wait Jake! Didn’t you want my number?”

You both turned back to see her friend look confusedly at her and Jake scoffed once again,

“Yeah, no thanks pal.”

You struggled to hold your giggle in again at Jake’s passive aggressive use of the word pal and continued your walk back towards the rest of the pilots who were now taking a break from their game.

“God can you believe them?” Jake asked you exasperatedly, “you look so unbelievably hot right now by the way doll, is that my shirt?”

“They weren’t tooooo bad..” you giggled and nodded at Jake. He continued on,

“I mean they dragged me from the group asking where the closest place was to get food that wasn’t made behind a bar but then when I tried to point places out they just kept going on and on and on and on and-”

“Jake shut up would you?” You said as you finally reached the group sat outside the Hard Deck.

“Hey!” He said and smacked your ass lightly to emphasise his annoyance. You turned at stuck your tongue out at him as Rooster spoke up,

“Finally able to shake you two new best friends then ?”

Phoenix snorted and turned to you, “Babe you should have seen the way they were eyeing Jake up before they finally went in for the kill.” You giggled along next to her at her interesting choice of analysis for the two girls.

Jake had started his own conversation with Coyote and Bob when you finally turned back to look at him and finally realised you hadn’t got the chance to admire how handsome he looked right now. You suddenly couldn’t feel it in you to be angry at the girls and their failed attempts at flirting. The late afternoon sun was warm against your skin and made the remnants of sea water on Jake’s chest glimmer. His dark navy swim shorts hung dangerously low on his hips and his ray bans were sat just slightly too far down on his nose so he had to bring a hand up to push them back upwards, afterwards he raked said hand through his windswept hair and you embarrassingly felt you stomach flutter at the action.

You laced your fingers through his other hand which was still resting low on your hip and squeezed. He turned his head slightly indicating that you had his attention whilst he still managed to listen to Coyote’s ramblings. Standing on your tip toes you whispered into his ear,

“I’m going to go into the bathroom in the Hard Deck in a second and your going to follow in after me in about two minutes, okay?”

Jake looked down at you and smirked at your playful expression, he tipped his head up slightly in a showing of understanding and he dropped his hand from your hips to let you excuse yourself.

Jake watched your retreating form with his eyes trained on the sway of your hips and a smile plastered on his face. He pulled his phone from the pocked of his shorts and checked the time. 16:43. Two minutes and he could follow in after you.

Those last two minutes of Jake’s life seemed to be the longest he’d ever lived through.

He followed your previous path towards the bathroom at the back of the Hard Deck and knocked on the locked door. You open the door to a smiling Jake Seresin.

“Hi doll,” he smirks down at you. You pull him into the bathroom and lock the door behind him, wary of your surroundings.

He has one hand placed on the side of your face with the other groping your ass making you whine out at the contact. Jake leans down and kisses you slowly and sweetly, he goes to slip his tongue into your mouth but before he can you’re pulling away to shed yourself of his shirt and pull your hair up using the spare hair tie on your wrist.

Jake watches with his mouth hanging slightly open as you drop to your knees in front of him smiling sweetly.

“Not that I’m complaining sweetheart but what on earth did I do to deserve this ?”

Tugging at the drawstring holding his shorts up you stare up at him, “you defended my honour in front of those two wenches, oh valiant solider!”

Jake rolls his eyes at your dramatics, but he can see that you truly are grateful for his actions. The thing with you and Jake is that he always understands what you truly mean, even if you mask it behind layers of dry humour, built up for your protection.

You finally undo the knot holding Jake’s shorts so low on his waist (and make a mental note to tease him later on for his navy level drawstring knot) and look up to Jake for conformation.

“Please baby,” he almost whimpers down at you .

You smile at his whiny tone and pull his shorts down enough to release his cock and kitten lick against his leaking tip, making him shudder slightly in pleasure. You grasp him with you right hand and start slowly stroking, watching carefully at what movements make Jake react the most.

He begins to fiddle with the tie at the back of your neck which holds your bikini top together to try and distract him from letting out a groan too loud which could alert anyone outside of your whereabouts.

You lean down again and spit onto his tip, using you tongue to spread the wetness of your saliva and his precum along the length of his cock.

After spending your first night with Jake you realised he had enough of a reason to be so cocky. He was big. (not that you felt the need to tell him and boost his ego even further).

Sinking your mouth down onto him you breathed carefully through your nose and let him hit the back of your throat. Jake released a throaty groan in response to the action and moved his hand into your hair to pull at it lightly causing you to moan onto his shaft. The vibrations make Jake whine even louder into his fist. Spurred on by his noises you continue to move up and down on him sloppily, clenching your thighs at the sounds being pulled from his throat.

The final straw for Jake was when you looked up at him through you long wet lashes as you pulled off of him, with a long string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close.” Jake whimpered.

You take him back into you mouth and trace the vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue. You sloppily continue to suck as Jake’s whines reach a crescendo and he spills into your mouth with a deep grunt. His grip on your hair loosens and you pull your mouth away, careful to keep his cum inside of your mouth. Some slips out the sides of your lips as you swallow and you allow it to drip down in between the valley of your breasts for Jake to admire.

“You are too fucking good to me doll,” Jake speaks breathlessly, helping you up onto unsteady feet.

You giggle up at him, “You can repay the favour later cowboy don’t worry.”

He smirks down at you and rights his shorts swiftly. As he looks back up he uses his fingers to collect his seed that collected in between you breasts and pushes them into your mouth for you to suck clean. Once you finish he pulls you into a searing kiss and licks his tongue around your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

You pull away, slightly light headed and turn to the mirror to right yourself. Jake stands behind you in the mirror and pulls his button down onto you smiling at your reflection. You turn around and peck him quickly and reach for the door to let yourselves out.

Walking into the main area of the Hard Deck with Jake behind you, you notice your aunt looking at you with her signature smirk on her face and you blush under her gaze. She wonders when you and Jake will finally stop defiling her property.

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a/n: i love these two, jake is much less suckier than he is in my first fic bc i think he is actually so boyfriend !!!!

hopefully you all enjoy this!!! and thank you so much for all the notes on my other two pieces !! i promise i will get to any requests as soon as :)

pls reblog and comment and tell me what you think <333

- honey :0

[hellsbarnes]

୨ 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (1)₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙟. 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙣 ୧

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x civilian!fem!reader 

summary: after sleeping with jake one too many times and getting nowhere, you decide to give up, not knowing how he truly feels.  

warnings: nsfw themes, 18+, minors do not interact, lots of angst, heartbreak, unrequited love, mentions of sex, p in v sex, friends with benefits situation, mentions of casual sex (please do not read if you’re uncomfortable)

word count: 2k

author’s note: i had this idea floating around my head and decided to write a fic, i hope you like it! if you would like a part 2, please drop me an ask and i’ll get started on it! please remember to reblog, your feedback is appreciated!

The bell that hung at the top of the doors dings and you automatically look up, already knowing who were your next customers, it was already seven on a Friday evening and just like clockwork, the bar doors swings open and in walks the group of aviators who you had overtime, while working for Penny grown to be close friends with. 

You could hear Phoenix’s laughter from your bar table with Fanboy saying something about being sure he could beat her at darts this time around, well, she did definitely hold the right to laugh because as far as you or anyone’s concerned, no one could beat Phoenix at darts. 

Your gaze meets a pair of emerald green eyes, irises that you would have easily recognized anywhere, and the man shoots you a smirk, almost as if he already knew you would be drawn to him the second he walks in. 

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[you-bleed-just-toknowyouarealive]

𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.

Summary: His sky keeps falling and just when he's about to give up, when he's getting ready to follow her through the fault line; everything goes black.

Paring: Jake Hangman Seresin x fem!reader

WC: 1062

Warnings: Death, flying, angst I guess?

Notes: So, I was rewatching Teen Wolf S3 because taste and then this happened. No beta, we die like men. Also, English is not my first language so...

Gif not mine.

Jake could feel the buttons and every detail of his plane; hyperawareness, his brain supplies.

He could taste his own sweat on the air. He could feel the panic like a horrible weight on his chest. The sound of Rogue's voice calling all sorts of things over the comms. Shit had hit the fan and they were alone.

Something had gone terribly wrong with the mission and now, now he was stuck staring at her plane as one of the turbines went up in flames. She's far but still close enough for him to be unable to miss it, out of his control. The anxiety of knowing this could be it chokes him, makes him dizzy.

There's too many voices, everyone keeps talking over the other and he just wants to hear her say that everything will be fine, that she has it under control, but she doesn't, instead he hears a soft Brad, I love you, Rooster's voice breaks through the static, he's making every promise out there, panicked and uncharacteristically hopeless, he knows that even if he gets there on time he won't be able to save her.

Jake and her. Hangman and Rogue. They are out on their own.

Rooster calls her name, her real name, and makes a joke that only they understand and she laughs. A true, real, laugh. Even so, he can hear the tears on both of their voices, Take care of them Brad, of both of them. The pain on Rooster voice is tangible, I promise.

"Jake." The comms have gone deadly silent. "I'm sorry it has to be you." I'm sorry you have to see me die. "I love you, please remember that."

He finds just enough of his voice to say, "You promised." You promised you would be okay, you promised we'd come back, you promised to marry me, you promised me forever. You promised.

The day he proposed she had said I love you. I swear I will love you 'til my dying day. Jake had answered, Till forever falls apart. Forever wasn't supposed to end this soon.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry, my love."

He doesn't know what to say, what is there to say? Nothing, nothing at all, except, "I love you completely. Always have, always will. I love you." Jake pauses for a short moment then calls her name, "Please, don't leave me."

He's panicking beyond recognition, his voice is foreign. Shattered.

"It's okay. It's okay." Soft and caring, always taking care of him, "I love– I love you, Jake."

"Please, don't–" Don't leave me, please. Don't.

The sound of her plane going down gets louder, "Jake? You have to tell my dad–" Oh, god. Maverick. Oh god, no, Jake doesn't think he'll be able to look at him, to see the devastating grief mirroring on his face, "You have to tell my dad– tell him–"

The line goes dead. Jake can bring himself to look up front. He know what he'll find, he can't bear to watch as the tide take her.

His sky keeps falling and just when he's about to give up, when he's getting ready to follow her through the fault line; everything goes black.

No sound, no plane, no sun blinding him, the pain lingers though. Because of course it does.

He wakes on a bed, a comfortable one but the memories keep coming back and he chokes on a sob. His ribs hurt from phantom pain, his lung overworking against the panic. He sits up burying his face on his hands, his elbows digging on his thighs.

"Jake? Jake, are you alright?" He can't answers.

His eyes stay close too afraid of what he'll find, "Jake? Love, you're scaring me. Please Jake, you have to breathe."

So he does. Because she asks him to, because he can feel her as she presses her body against his back, he can feel her breath hitting his neck, her hands moving from his sides to his abdomen until her right hand gets to his chest, resting on top of his heart, her left thumb caressing his ribs. He breaths. Deep and steady.

Logically, Jake knows he was dreaming.

But, a part of him can still hear her painted voice saying goodbye, he can still see it. It felt too real, the pain too unbearable, too suffocating.

"It's okay. It's okay." The similarly strikes him so hard he can't help the tears that fall nor the sob that escapes his throat. He almost begs her to never say that again. "Hey, it's okay." Her arms tighten, bringing him impossibly closer, "It's okay, I got you. I got you."

He whispers her name, again and again, like a prayer, "Please. Please, don't leave me."

If she's confused she doesn't let it show, "Never. I'm right here, love. I'm not going anywhere."

She continues to hold him, they stay like that for minutes and hours on end, neither of them wants to let go. Eventually Jake moves, he faces her, taking and drinking every feature, engraving them on his mind where he can keep them safe, admire them.

His hands move to her face tracing her cheekbones, her jaw, her lips, he sighs her name, "I love you." Then he kisses her.

Soft and slow, passionate. Her back hits the mattress, her hair creates a halo across her pillow.

Her hands rest on the nape of his neck, her fingers tug at his hair, she breaths an I love you more against his lips. Impossible, he thinks.

Jake buries his face on her neck and breaths, lavender and coconut surrounding him. It grounds him, his chest feels lighter, his ribs and lungs stop hurting. She's here, she's alive. He knows his hold on her is a little too tight, a little too possessive, but fuck, he doesn't care.

Fortunately, she doesn't either. She let's him rest his weight on her, her right leg wrapped around his waist as she pulls his body closer, her hands on his hair, his back. Her ring cold and stabilising leaves chills on his skin.

He's in paradise. He's safe. They both are. Jake let's himself fall back to sleep as he counts her heartbeats. I love you. I swear I will love you 'til my dying day. Till forever falls apart. Forever wasn't over yet. Not for a long time.

[zablife]

Jake's Reaction to You Fainting at the Beach

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x pilot gf reader

Summary: You pass out from dehydration while playing football on the beach, but the dagger squad gets suspicious when Jake is a little too attentive.

Author's Note: Requested by a lovely anon.

All of dagger squad was on the beach assembled by Mav for a team building excercise. You were glad to spend the day outside, enjoying the break from work and exercise with your colleagues. You’d been a good athlete all your life and although you’d never heard of dogfight football, you picked it up quickly. Jake was beaming at you with pride, which you hoped none of the others had noticed. So far you’d managed to hide your new relationship and you hoped to keep it that way a bit longer. 

As the sun rose higher in the sky and the breeze stopped, you found yourself becoming overheated. Mav called a break for everyone and you jogged toward the large yellow cooler he’d brought. Jake popped it open, grabbing a bottle of water and tossing it to you before closing the lid. 

Coyote raised his arms in question to his best friend. “Hey, man, what about me?” he asked incredulously.

“Ladies, first,” Hangman explained with a sly smile and you laughed as you took your water over to chat with Phoenix. 

Soon you were all back to the game, running back and forth along the wet sand in the sweltering heat. Your legs weren’t moving as quickly or feeling quite as light as they had before. You wondered if the sand had gotten softer or if it was just your imagination. No one else seemed to be having trouble. You noticed Jake watching you and you swore he had a look of concern as you stopped to wipe sweat from your brow, but you shot him a thumbs up and he winked back. 

You took a deep breath and focused on your next pass down the beach trying to see where you should position yourself to receive the ball from Fanboy. You turned trying to make him out in the sunshine, but saw the figures in front of you turn to wavy lines. You squinted to make out the football, but your vision turned to bright white as the sand rushed up to meet your cheek.

The next thing you remembered was Payback standing over you, waving his hand in front of your face as you blinked.

“Hey, give my girl some room!” Jake practically growled at him. He shoved his way between Payback and Phoenix to kneel next to you. Looking into your eyes he asked, “Y/n, what happened?” 

“Got dizzy, I guess,” you said quietly as you squinted against the bright sunlight. 

He used his hand to shade you asking “Feel ok to sit up?” You gave him a small smile and nodded slowly. “Ok, go slow now, darlin,” he said placing an arm behind your back for support. “Does that feel alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m ok now,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek to reassure him. After a few moments of rest, he hoisted you up to a standing position letting you lean into his side for support as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Only then did you realize you had an audience. Your fellow aviators were watching with amused smirks and it was obvious they knew there was something more between you and Jake.

“Your girl, huh, Hangman?” Coyote teased. Jake looked at you to see if he was in trouble and you just laughed.

“Yeah, I am. Anybody got a problem with that?” you asked playfully.

You heard a chorus of “no's” and “uh uh's” as everyone around you shook their heads. They were all smiling though and you could tell they were happy for you both. It felt like a relief for everyone to know the truth and in the end, you were glad you hadn’t had to find a way to tell them. It was the only good thing to come from fainting on the beach, except maybe the way Jake pampered you the rest of the day.

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[mess-with-a-purpose]

Hurry Back to Me, Soldier

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x fem!reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: SMUT/NSFW (18+) minors please go away, slight overstimulation, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv sex (please wrap it up), MULTIPLE orgasms, slight dirty talk, praise kink, strong language, established relationship, fluff throughout, angst if you squint

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[winchesterandpie]

Just Hold Me

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

Word Count: 515

Warnings: highly self-indulgent, as all my Rooster fics are. Just softness, nothing to worry about

A/N: I know this one wasn't requested, but I posted Hangman last, so I figured I'll switch it up. I'll be posting the first of the requests in a couple days and then the next Lovin' Feelin' installment. For now, enjoy Rooster comforting you after a rough day.

When you walked in the door, you were dead on your feet. Even the sound of your husband in the other room couldn’t make the cloud of gloom dissipate.

“Honey, is that you?” Bradley called out when the front door closed behind you.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

You kicked your shoes off and let your bag fall heavily to the floor before starting toward him. You found him in the bathroom, brushing his teeth in just a loose pair of sweatpants. He caught your gaze in the mirror and grinned at the sight of you.

When he saw how dejected you looked, the smile faded into concern. You didn’t linger in the doorway for long, coming up to hug him from behind. It was easy to rest your forehead between his shoulder blades and inhale deeply. He made it easy.

The fingers of his free hand slid between yours while he finished brushing his teeth. He didn’t say anything, though he started to sway a little from side to side. Even after he rinsed and spat, he didn’t turn around immediately.

“What do you need?” he asked instead.

“Just hold me for a while?” You hated how weak your voice sounded when you asked.

“I can do that.” He turned to face you when you loosened your grip, holding your face in his hands for a moment. When he saw the tears you worked to hold back, Bradley kissed your forehead and offered you a soft smile. You managed a small smile in response, wishing it felt more genuine. 

He folded you into his chest, his arms supporting your weight as you sagged against him. Within his arms the only place you felt safe enough to fall apart as you did now. He was the only one you trusted to help you put the pieces back together. He held you through it all, even as you regained control.

He also knew just what to do to pull your troubles from your lips. His whispered reassurances and gentle kisses had you on the verge of confessing, but the swaying did you in. You told him everything about your terrible day as he swayed you back and forth.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Bradley offered quietly after you finished. “Anything I can do?”

“You’re already helping,” you told him. “Just being here is helping.”

“I’ll always be here.”

You pressed a grateful kiss to his bare chest, over his heart. His cheek rested atop your head as he tucked you even closer to him.

“I really love you,” you said, though your voice broke under the weight of meaning in those words. Some days, you tried to voice how much you cared and why, but today, this was close enough.

“I really love you too.” He knew. Somehow he always did. You suspected it was because he felt the same.

You squeezed your arms tighter around him, getting a squeeze in response. Maybe Bradshaw hugs couldn’t fix everything, but you had yet to find a place too cold for its warmth to reach you. For today, that was enough.

[katebishopsbow]

NEVER HAVE I EVER • BRADLEY BRADSHAW (part i)

pairing: bradley bradshaw x reader (18+)

summary: a game of never have i ever leads to bradley (as well as everyone) finding out that you are a virgin. the thought of being your first drives him a little crazy, and he can’t wait to ruin your sweet innocence.

tags: explicit sexual content (minors dni), fingering, praise kink, spit, inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, age gap, dom!bradley, no mentions of y/n, established relationship

word count: 4.8k

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─────── “Never have I ever had sex.”

The group simultaneously groans at the lame “Never Have I Ever” question, rolling their eyes in feigned annoyance as they finish their tequila shots unwillingly. Hangman throws his head back in an amused laugh, taking a shot of his own while he chuckles at his successful attempt to get everyone to drink - a perfect way to get the night started.

While all of them are too busy either chasing the tequila with a drink of their choice or complaining about Hangman’s lame antics, nobody notices how you were the only one out of the entire group who didn’t take a shot. You glance around anxiously while praying to all the almighty gods out there that no one spots you, though it seems that your prayers are unanswered when Hangman calls out your name.

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[perpetuelledaydreaming]

How did you get so good?

summary: you've never had a one-night stand and honestly, it shows.

prompt: when they just finished hooking up and he says "I just had my tongue inside you, you can start calling me by my first name," she *forgot* his name.

words: 2.8 k

playlist: I mean for this fic, is this one.

warnings: smut. like pure dirty smut, smut like i've never written before. i mean it. I've been obsessing over Rooster and I just like I wanted to write something and I have a couple of things but this was just self-indulgent, also I need practice for what's coming with 18.

You usually weren’t the type to do a one-night stand. 

In fact, you were the opposite of doing such a thing. Nonetheless, when you were summoned back to Top Gun after years for a high-level mission after you’d just broken up with your fiance, you realized that you needed to live a little more, especially since if you were chosen and for some strange reason you didn’t make it, you didn’t want to regret it. 

Therefore, you weren't too close off when you were presented with the tall and tanned handful of handsome pilots that boisterously moved toward you. Instead, you chose to give them a little smile, play pool with the tiny white summer dress that you decided to wear and glance at them through your lashes, sipping on your drink slowly as you wondered who the best candidate could be. They all introduced themselves to you, always chuckling a bit as they heard your call sign, which was the usual reaction when they heard “y/n ‘Brat’ y/l/n”

But then, the first four chords rang out of the piano, and your knees when weak. 

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain. Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will but what a thrill, goodness gracious great balls of fire!” he sang, his voice deep and deliciously raspy, you felt your heart jumping as you turned to where the voice came from. 

He was taller than anyone in there, you could see it just by the way he was moving with the piano. Sun-kissed skin, sandy-brown hair that turned gold with the certain light of the room, broad shoulders, and a pornstache that would look awful on anyone except him. That’s how you’d first seen him and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him after that, and when they introduced you two, he couldn’t look away either, instead, he looked at you unashamedly. 

“...‘Rooster’ Bradshaw,” he announced as his palm slid into yours but you could only focus on his honey-burnt eyes and his smile.

“y/n ‘Brat’ y/l/n,” you muttered as your cheeks burned, his lips quirked up when he heard your call sign. 

After that, the night turned into a blur and you weren’t sure exactly how you ended up on the side of the blue bronco as gentle moans that were muffled with his palm left your lips while your eyelashes flutter as he rocked his hips forward against your core, his large hands gripping your hipbones so harsh that you knew bruises would appear tomorrow. 

“y/n,” he breathed out and you whimpered. “Get in the car,” He warned, his voice husky as he pressed his forehead to yours while his eyes remained shut, almost as if he opened them, he would fuck you open right there and then, in front of everyone. 

You also weren’t aware of how quickly he’d manage to reach his place since you were too busy being a moaning- whimpering mess as his hand climbed through your thigh and into your core. But you didn’t miss how he met your gaze, the look on his face said it all. “You are soaked, darling,” he whispered and you felt like crying as his thumb started to stroke a delicate pattern against your clit.

It all turned into a mess once he opened the door for you, as you stumbled through his porch, already pulling down the annoying Hawaiian shirt he’d worn that night and you were sure you’d left it outside once he’d managed to open the door to the small cottage he called home while you were already kicking your shoes off and fumbling with his belt. You continued to kiss as you enter the house and he let you down, your hands moving up and down, finding fabric and occasionally skin, moving, finding, touching, discarding clothes, more touching. 

It was a miracle you’d manage to reach his bed, honestly. 

But against all odds, there you were. In bed with the most handsome man you’d ever met, a man you’d met barely hours before, whimpering for him, moaning for him as you felt how hard he was in his boxers when he moved his hips against you. 

“Rooster, don’t tease” you breathed out as he struggled to undo the zipper of your dress, too distracted by the way you were bucking your hips forward to his while placing your hands on the small of his back, hurrying him up to fuck you already without saying it but you knew, he knew.

You were impatient for him. 

“You really are a brat, you know?” he murmured as his hands traveled from the zipper of your dress to the cotton panties that you were wearing. He hooked the fingers and pulled your panties down slowly before colliding his lips against yours, it was a bruising kiss, so fucking needy that it made you dizzy. 

Without warning, he’d pressed a hard thumb into your slit and you jolted, quickly your nails dug into his back and you were sure that there would be a pattern of crescent moons on his back tomorrow. As one of his hands stroked you, rubbing and flicking, his free arm fell into the side of your head while his nose pressed right under your chin, giving him access to your neck as you let out a silent moan. His knuckles pressed themselves into your clit and you felt your knees shaking, your walls clenching at nothing. You feel like crying. 

“Does that feel good, darling?” he muttered as he licked your neck and you couldn’t answer because he soon pushed two fingers into you and you screamed at the stretch while he watched you carefully. “I bet that feels good,” he whispered against the shell of your ear and you could swear you hear his smug smirk. 

His fingers speed up, forcing your entire lower half to vibrate and your knees began to shake. If you were doing this against his car and if he wasn’t holding you, completely supporting you with his body weight, you knew you’d have fallen over by the way he was touching you.

“Fuck,” you moan as you roll your hips against his hand, chasing your high, feeling yourself growing closer but then, Rooster withdrew his fingers altogether, you furrowed your eyebrows and you sighed in frustration as you pushed yourself onto your elbows, wondering where he went. 

“What the fu-FUCK,” 

That was the only thing you managed to say because Rooster’s face was already buried between your thighs. He pressed his tongue against your core, making you shudder. One of your hands quickly slid up into his golden curls as your head fell back against the bed. His nose pressed into your clit and his tongue teased your entrance and you couldn’t help but curled your fingers in his hair, tugging harshly at his roots, eliciting a groan from him.

And you screamed. 

You fucking screamed because there’s no way that he could be that good. His tongue expertly moved against you and you didn’t know if you were just hypersensitive from the earlier assault with his fingers but it felt like heaven as you felt his tongue working you open. You raised your head for a second and even in the dizziness, you watched as his shoulders muscles flexed as he used his strength to push your hips down, preventing you from squirming which only caused you to moan louder, and soon he noticed because those beautiful honey eyes met with yours and you realize how pretty he looks there. 

The sight alone made your vision go blurry as you aggressively fucked his face. And he complies, he growled against you and the vibration made you snap, as you fall into the bed. He then guided two fingers inside of you, giving you something to clench around and you began to see white spots on your vision. He continued to hold you down, as he gently sucked on your clit and worked on you with his fingers, your walls clenching around them and you just knew it was right there. 

But then he stopped.

“Who said you could stop,” you grumbled, throat sore and raw because of your screams, and Rooster chuckled while he shook his head before he kissed you softly, you could taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned at the taste. 

“Honey, I want the first time you come to be on my cock,” he muttered against your lips. Your eyes fell on him and you saw how he got rid of every one of the items of clothing he had, he was simply pumping his cock, preparing it for you. 

You whimpered at the sight as you struggle to say anything. “Just fuck me,” you breathed, you pleaded. His lips quirked again and soon his cock pushed at your entrance. You gasped against his mouth, digging your fingernails into his back as he stretched you. He was big, he was the biggest you’d ever had and you winced a bit as he fully sank into you. 

“You are doing so good, darling,” his voice was gruffer as he kissed your face while you adjusted to his size. You moan loudly, mouth wide open as you gasp for air. Your body adjusts to the feeling of being full; stuffed beyond capacity, beyond everything you thought that it was possible. “You look so pretty like this,”

You were sure that he’d just ruined men for you. He was so good and you just couldn’t understand how tender he could be, he was a true gentleman. 

You whimpered under him as he began to move slowly and in one second, when his pelvis rolled forward, your clit managed to rub against the base of his shaft, and your nails dug into him. He growled and you were gone. You began to kiss his neck eagerly as he drove his hips forward, drawing sweet moans from your lips as you arched your chest up against his while your walls clench at the movement, soon he found a steady pace and your skin felt like it was on fire, burning up as if you just entered hell. 

But this? This was your heaven. 

“Faster,” you cried. “Faster, Rooster,” 

He complies with an incoherent noise of vague agreement as he lifted you from the bed and placed you on a desk nearby, things fall over and you were pretty sure something broke but you don’t care because of the way his hips snapped against yours and how he fucked impossibly deeper into you against the mahogany desk.

A growl escaped his throat as he ducked forward to kiss you, fucking you faster and harder, using all his strength to drive himself into you. He was unrelenting in his pace, rapid calculated thrust as he continued piercing you on his cock and you couldn’t help the tears of pleasure than came from your eyes by the way he moved. 

You screamed, you moaned, you whimpered. 

You even cried out his name again and didn’t realize it until he kissed your jaw and muttered “I got you darling, cum for me,” he groaned as he pepper your throat with feverishly kisses and you simply pushed your legs apart from him. 

Then, the tip of his cock brushed impossibly deeper into you, making you cry and you just knew you were there. You quickly began to kiss him, tongue moving against yours as his hand worked skillfully against your clit, he groaned loudly against your lips as your pussy contracted around his cock, squeezing him for all that he was worth. 

Your entire body tensed up. The coil on your stomach snapped and you screamed and Rooster continued to fuck you through your orgasms, before he came undone, pulling you impossibly close against him and continued to drive himself as deep as he could go. Your walls continue to squeeze him, fluttering around his throbbing cock as he stuffed himself into you. You were sure that you heard your name but you were too dizzy to even think about it. 

You both stayed there for a moment, panting before he left soft kisses on your neck and chest, holding you until you stopped trembling and he also stopped shaking. It takes you a couple of minutes to actually say anything or even move, the room doesn’t stop spinning immediately but soon Rooster carried you to his bed, still inside of you, and you feel comforted by it, he pushed the hair out of your face, his thumb tender against the side of your cheek. 

You closed your eyes and he kisses you until you fall asleep. 

You were woken by the sunlight on your face and a buzzing from your phone, it was 6:00 am and you needed to be on the base at 6:30 am. 

You stretched your arms and found nothing, the sheets were wrinkled and you could hear Rooster in the other room. You sighed, you realized that you’d broken one of the rules about one-night stands, you slept over. Cursing yourself, you tried to stand up as best as you could but honestly, you weren’t even able to walk completely straight. You brush your hair while looking at yourself in the mirror of the room, hoping that you didn’t look too fucked but it as a lost battle. You did what you could before you focus on retrieving your panties from somewhere in the room, between the discarded clothes that he had left on the room also the items that had fallen from the desk hours before indeed you had broken a glass of water but neither of you seemed too interest in cleaning up. 

It took you a few minutes to find your panties but thankfully, you hadn’t removed the dress, so you weren’t completely naked. Nonetheless, you know your purse and your shoes were somewhere in between the entrance of his house and the room, therefore you counted to fifty before you walked out of the room, as nonchalant as you could. 

He was in the kitchen, in all of his tanned and ripped glory, only wearing a pair of grey shorts that hang low on his hips. You couldn’t help but smile at the smell of the coffee and even smirk a bit once you see the red marks on his back, neck, and arms. It takes a few minutes for him to notice you but once he does, god, his eyes were practically beaming. 

“Morning, y/n,” he said, bringing the cup of coffee to his lips, his eyes looking at you unashamedly.

“Morning, Rooster,” you say as you try your best to walk as straight as possible as you reached for your shoes that were indeed left on the floor, but you notice how his lips are turning up when he realizes that you really can’t walk as usual. “I really have to go for my uniform,” you said sweetly, as you also picked up your purse from the floor. 

“I can take you,” he offered with a bright smile and you rolled your eyes, he was indeed a gentleman. “You know, I just had my tongue inside you, you can start calling me by my first name,” he said softly before he winked at you.

And your heart stopped because to the best of your abilities, your mind couldn’t seem to remember his name. You curse mentally as you try to recall the moment that he introduced himself but you can only remember his call sign and his last name. Soon, your cheeks heat up and you were sure that your whole face turned into a splotchy red, not a cute light blush. Under normal circumstances -at least that’s what you’d assumed- since it was a one-night stand you shouldn’t have needed to remember his name, instead you should’ve left in the early hours of the morning without so much as a goodbye. 

But now you were here and you could feel his gaze burning you while you tried to avoid his eyes by leaning into the counter.

“Oh my god,” he muttered as he let his coffee mug down.“You don’t remember my name?” he asked, and a hand goes to his uncovered chest with a dramatic gasp. 

You couldn’t help yourself, opting for covering your face with your hands. “I’m sorry,” you whispered as you felt him walking around the counter, soon his hands rested on the edge of the counter beside your hip, he was pinning you down and you felt shivers as you let your hands fall down. Your breath caught in your throat as you realize how close he was and the way he was looking at you. 

You swallowed hard. 

“No, don’t worry,” he whispered nonchalantly as he leaned down to your ear after giving you a peck on the corner of your mouth. “It’s Bradley,” he whispered before he started to kneel down in front of you, one of his hands going up your skirt and touching you again. “And after this, I don’t think you’ll be able to forget it,”

And you never did. 

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[dreamingathighaltitude]

TOP GUN MASTERLIST

Rooster

The High Altitude Series:

High Altitude

Turn and Burn

Afterburner

Turbulence - Request

Unspoken

Hangman

Under The Radar - Request

[goldustwomun]

hold me while you wait (b.r.b.)

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x ex! pilot! reader

summary: when rooster goes down, you remember how you loved him, how that wasn’t enough, and how there was still so much left unsaid.

warnings: a whole lotta swearing, hurt, comfort, but a happy ending, ofc because i’m a little sappy bitch xx

wc: 2.9k+

note: i’ve been working on this for a few hours and i’m! finally done! enjoy my first fic EVER! it’s longer than i thought it would be but i just kept writing; likes & reblogs are super duper appreciated and please, if you have any and all feedback, send it my way! (but nicely, please, i’m sensitive) ALSO, if anyone has tips on formatting for tumblr, send them my way xx

ps. reader’s callsign is ‘honeydew’

You don’t remember how it all happened, who had told you, what you had said – only that the hollow feeling in your chest had worsened, a sense of uneasy calm spread through your very body. They were screaming your name, but you couldn’t hear it. 

So that was it? He’d gone and gotten himself killed?

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[properhemmings]

HOW TO MAKE A MASTERLIST

okay here we go kiddiewinks you are about to get schooled in the art of masterlists.

You’re going to want the masterlist to be compatible for web and mobile, without all the hassle of trying to use safari, so we’re gonna need to start by making a text post.

Title it ‘masterlist’ or ‘boobs’ or whatever floats your boat, that part is up to you.

Now you’re going to need some kind of format, i just wrote blurbs in bold at the top (so you know what you’re getting), and then split it into 5sos/1d, but you can change it around to tickle your fancy.

Now this is where it get a little tricky. start by opening tumblr in another tab, and go to your posts and scroll to your very first piece of writing. it’s a lot easier to work from the bottom up. It’s a lot easier if you’re in tumblr.com/blog/insertblognamehere, because it just makes everything a lil’ more clear. 

So go to the top right corner of the post you want to use, RIGHT-CLICK that little grey flapper thing, and click copy link.

Now go back to the text post we created earlier (again, this should be open in another tab) and type what ever you want to title the blurb.

Highlight it, and click insert link (the little diagonally placed, badly infinity shaped icon underneath the title).

Paste the link you copied earlier into where it says ‘Link URL’, and click insert link.

Now repeat for all your imagines/preferences/pornos or whatever you got going on that you need to make a masterlist for. 

Add a bunch of (relevant) tags so people can find your shibooity boop.

THIS IS OPTIONAL: if you want to put your newly-made masterlist in your bio, copy and paste this: <a href=”insert-a-link-to-your-masterlist-here“>title it whatever you want here</a>

You now have a mobile and web accessible link to your masterlist in your bio.

Remember to just add new stuff to the ORIGINAL masterlist, don’t keep making new ones. It’s fine to make updated masterlists separately (just copy and paste everything from the original to the updated one).

Congratuations, you are now officially 10x cooler (and more convenient).