Lets Get Lost by hot_damn_louis

Dylan O'Brien dancing with the Knicks Dancers during the New York Knicks vs. Phoenix Suns basketball game at the Madison Square Garden in New York. (January 2, 2023)

🎥©: knickscitydancers on TikTok

btw it was Dylan’s idea to do a dance. :)

Thiam fic rec <3

I’ll probably keep coming back and adding new ones in the notes, but here’s the list I have made so far :)

(in no particular order)

1. Handle with care 190.1k words, completed

Summary: Theo’s back from hell and there’s a lot of shit to sort out. Liam helps with that, sometimes.

2. Stray Dogs  2 fic series, completed?

Summary: *basically Theo is like I would break so many laws for u if u just ask*

3. The things you notice 2 fic series, completed

Summary: It’s literally just Theo and Liam loving each other in their pov’s. so special to me, actually.

4. You are stuck with me (so I guess I’ll be sticking with you) 30k, completed

Summary: a look into how theo and liam’s relationship built up in the background of teen wolf 6b

5. when I watch the world burn, all I think about is you 6k, completed

Summary: Theo wakes up on the McCall couch and Liam is inside of his shirt. Asleep. On Theo.

6. liturgy for an atheist 2k, completed

Summary: “I don’t want to hurt people,” Liam says, eyes flashing bright and blood dripping from his clenched fists, every line of him pulled taut like it’s all he can manage to stand there destroying only himself. His rage smells like gunpowder and gasoline, ready to spark and burn the entire school down around them if someone doesn’t put it out.

So Theo says, “Okay, then hurt me instead.”

7. a catalogue of spectacular alive things 4k, completed

Summary: In which Theo makes breakfast, goes to a baby shower, shows up late for dinner, falls into bed with someone he loves, and drowns in contentment.

8. coordinates (we are two points in space)  4k, completed

Summary: Liam can’t control all the leaving but he can control his not-knowing where. 

9. smoke rises, and with it the truth of ourselves 4k, completed

Summary: In which Liam invites Theo out into the middle of the woods, gives him a stale s'more, rambles about death, and teaches him to scream.

10.  old ghosts gather in liminal spaces 6k, completed

Summary: Liam asks, “What are you doing here, anyway?” 

“Same thing you are,” Theo says. Avoiding, searching, not-thinking, maybe. 

His answer seems to appease Liam. Or maybe he’d just rather not elaborate on the circumstances that made him seek shelter in a bus stop with a boy that he only spends time with when danger is making a home for itself in the corners of their lives. 

(Theo thinks everyone might be a little out of place, trapped.)

11. and I’ll find my way back to you, party of two 2k, completed

Summary: On Theo Raeken’s nineteenth birthday, he is gifted three bullet wounds, two flat tires, and a grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwich made by the boy he might love. None of it is as bad as it sounds, really.

12. coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine 5k, completed

Summary: The funniest thing is – most everyone seems to be under the impression that Theo’s driving Liam.

Like most things in Liam’s life, it doesn’t quite work out that way.

13. lovers alone wear sunlight 8k, completed

Summary: Liam comes home, in more ways than one.

14. when oblivion is calling out your name, you always take it further than I ever can 8k, completed

Summary: In which Liam is terribly high and completely smitten, Theo is allergic to emotions and totally whipped, Mason has the patience of a saint, and everybody wins, except for Stiles.

15. tell me no more secrets, I’ll tell you no more lies 1.4k, completed

Summary: "Look at me,“ he says, and Liam almost can’t. ”Liam.“

Liam looks. "You were attacked. It was self defense.”

“Okay,” Liam says, and feels the blood trickle from the corner of his mouth, the iron coating his throat catching in his lungs. “What if it wasn’t.”

Home is the first grave.

I'm Not Risking My Life For You (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Seresin!Reader)

Summary: When you and Rooster learn you have to complete a mission together, neither of you are pleased.

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: my terrible understanding of the military, injury, violence, swearing, older brother!Hangman, some fighting, cheesfluff

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I make my way down the halls, knocking on the door to the admiral's office.

I straighten my posture immediately when the door starts to swing open.

"Lieutenant Seresin." Admiral Cain nods his head. "Right on time, please take a seat." He opens the door the rest of the way, stepping aside so I can walk in.

I give him a polite nod and make my way inside. My gaze goes to the chairs in front of his desk, one of which is already occupied. Rooster turns his head, giving me an unamused look, before turning back to the front. I pause for the briefest of seconds upon seeing Rooster, but shake myself out of it and take the seat beside him.

Admiral Cain circles around to his side of the desk, taking a seat across from us.

“Alright.” Admiral Cain opens a drawer on the side of his desk, pulling out two files and sliding them across the desk to Rooster and I. “I have a mission for the two of you.

Both of us lean forward, taking the file off the desk and flipping it open.

“Just us?” I ask, glancing over at Rooster with a frown. I’ve gone on missions with him before, but always with a couple other pilots. We can usually put our differences aside for that long, but the two of us alone? It might make for some difficulty in completing our task.

“Yes, this is a highly classified assignment.” Admiral Cain motions to the files. “All the information is in here.”

“Why us?” Rooster asks.

“You two are excellent pilots. Why not you?” Admiral Cain leans back in his chair, folding his hands together.

Rooster side-eyes me.

I exhale, leaning forward. “It’s not exactly a secret that Bradshaw and I don’t get along.”

Admiral Cain frowns. “I would hope that you could put that aside in order to do your jobs.”

“Of course,” Rooster replies, immediately.

“Yes,” I agree.

“Good. Please review the details. You will have four weeks to prepare. Dismissed.”

Rooster and I both rise, leaving his office with our files.

“This is just great,” I mutter.

“You think I’m happy about this?” Rooster asks.

I sigh. “Let’s just agree to stay out of each other’s way.”

“Fine by me.” Rooster turns away from me, leaving down the hallway.

I turn in the opposite direction, going to look over the mission details.

Hours later, I’m finally flipping the file closed, ditching it on my kitchen table.

Surveillance has been done on a foreign terrorist group. They’ve been gathering an array of weapons and Rooster and I are supposed to go in and bomb their base.

Destroy as many weapons as possible according to the papers I just read through.

Intel says that they don’t have any aircraft, which puts us at a huge advantage, but unfortunately their radar will likely see us coming and we’ll have to dodge any ground missiles they try and send at us.

That’s why they’re only sending two of us, less of a chance to be picked up on radar and, although they don’t say it, less casualties.

I’m excited for this mission, it’s the first high profile assignment I’ve had in awhile. I just don’t know why they had to put me and Bradshaw together.

Him and I have always struggled to get along, always competing to be better than each other while we were at Top Gun. All I’d wanted was to come rank next to my brother, Jake, but Bradshaw got in my way. So, at Top Gun graduation, I had to hear my parents gush about how successful their perfect son was at the top of the class, while I stood by at the number three spot-Bradshaw slotted right between us.

Our rivalry had started as a fairly friendly, teasing, competition, but it escalated until it became what it is today- an immense hatred for each other.

The next day, I meet Bradshaw on the tarmac, ready to run some drills.

“We’re going to need to practice some missile drops,” Bradshaw says, as we walk towards our planes. “Your aim is shit.”

“Then we’ll have to clock some races, you’re too slow,” I snap back.

“Fine.” Bradshaw turns to his jet, climbing in without a second glance at me.

“Fine,” I mutter, with a curl of my lip, going off to my own jet.

The second we’re in the air, Bradshaw starts eliciting orders.

“I’m sorry, who put you in charge?” I ask.

I hear him sigh through my headset. “Could you just focus on the task and not disagree with me for once?”

“Could you not be so conceited for once?”

“This is never going to work,” Bradshaw’s jet zooms past me and he rounds in a circle, headed back towards base. “We should just request to be reassigned.”

I flip my jet around, too, headed after Bradshaw. I can’t get reassigned, this is one of the first missions of this much importance I’ve been given in awhile, I’m not going to lose it because of him.

“Wait,” I say. “Just… let’s do the target practice.”

Bradshaw’s plane slowly comes around. I turn mine, too, so we’re both headed back out to the training area.

He doesn't say anything else, both of us flying our planes out, neither of us say much as we start our drills.

I'm starting to think this mission might just work between us, until Bradshaw opens his dumb, pornstache-lined mouth. "You're flying too fast, if you want to increase your accuracy you have to slow down."

"You're flying too slow, if you don't speed up then we're going to get shot down."

"We're focusing on this right now, you increase your accuracy. Then we can work on speeding up."

I groan, but know that he's right, so I land a few more shots, this time at a slower speed, and I hit the target each time.

"Nice," Bradshaw says. Maybe he means it as a compliment, but to me it just sounds condescending.

"Okay, let's race," I say. "Whoever gets back to base first wins."

Both of us spin our jets around. I look over at Bradshaw through the canopy shield. "You ready?" I ask.

"Ready."

"Okay...go!"

Both of us speed up, I push as fast as I can, the force pressing me against my seat.

Bradshaw falls behind.

"You're going to have to go faster."

He speeds up a little, but still hasn't caught up to me. "Come on!" I shout.

"Any faster and I'll lose control."

"No, you won't. We have the same jet, Bradshaw. It's not the plane, it's the pilot." I push my jet even faster, feeling the whole thing vibrate around me and just to prove my point even further, I direct the plane into a barrel roll. The time it takes me to complete the maneuver, allows Bradshaw to catch up to me.

I can tell he's nervous, but he's going fast enough to keep up with me now.

"That's more like it!" I push faster, but this time Bradshaw matches my speed. We zoom over the base, almost neck and neck, before slowing down and circling back around to land.

It's not until after we've landed that I talk to him again. I've finished up with my own jet and am walking over to find him just getting out of his, looking a little shaken.

"You alright?" I ask with a chuckle.

Bradshaw gives me a glare and I laugh harder.

"I'm fine," he grumbles. "Let's meet back here tomorrow, we're going to need more practice."

"I'll say." I look down at his shaky legs.

He scowls. "8 a.m.," he says, walking away.

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So, Bradshaw and I practice, and practice, and practice.

The four weeks before our mission starts go by fast, but I feel confident that Bradshaw and I have it covered. We've gone over the details and the plan a thousand times with Admiral Cain and there's nothing left to do, but run it for real.

The night before we're scheduled to leave, we meet up at The Hard Deck with our friends.

"Can't believe Shadow and Rooster are actually going to work together," Phoenix says, looking at the two of us.

I shrug. "We've done it before."

Phoenix gives me a look and everyone else looks like they're having trouble buying it.

"Good luck tomorrow, y/n." Jake wraps his arms around me, normally we refrain from affection in front of everyone else, but tonight I decide to wrap my arms around him, squeezing him tight.

Despite my parents always forcing me to try and be more like him, I hold no hatred for Jake. I think even without the influence of my parents I would've idolized him anyway, there's a reason my callsign is "Shadow", everyone said I was always following him around.

"Watch out for her, man." Jake lets me go and clasps Bradshaw's hand, patting him on the back.

I roll my eyes. "I can look out for myself."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Jake smiles at me. "You guys should probably get out of here. Big day tomorrow."

I hug Jake one more time and steal a hug from each of the rest of our friends, going to get some rest before the big assignment.

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"Remember," Admiral Cain says, as we head off to our planes. "Destroy as many weapons as possible."

Bradshaw and I both nod. "Yes, sir," we say.

Minutes later we're in the air, headed towards the target.

"We got this," Bradshaw says over the comms.

"Obviously," I say, rolling my plane to the right and flipping it around.

"Would you quit fooling around," Bradshaw says. "Stupid jokes like that are going to put the mission at risk and if it comes down to it I'm not risking my life for you."

"I never asked you to."

"Just stick to the plan."

"Aye, aye."

"Status update?" Admiral Cain's voice cuts in.

"Approaching target, less than a mile out," Bradshaw reports back. He pulls his plane up next to mine, looking over at me. "They definitely know we're coming, now."

I nod, he's right their radar would've picked up on us. "In and out," I say.

He gives me an affirmative nod and we both speed up our jets.

The base is within our sights, when my radar starts beeping.

"What's that?" I ask.

"There's three more jets in the sky, approaching you fast." The report comes from the operations specialist back on the ship.

"I thought intel said this group didn't have any aircraft."

"We don't know if these are hostiles," Admiral Cain says. "Continue with the plan."

I look over at Bradshaw and even from this distance I can tell he's nervous, too.

I look into the distance, seeing the planes approaching. Then, one of them opens fires, bullets ricocheting over the shield.

"Shit!" I shout, veering to the side and diving lower to avoid them.

"Hostiles!" Bradshaw shouts. "Definitely hostiles." I see his plane to my left, spinning around to avoid being shot.

"Retreat," Admiral Cain says. "We'll return another time with reinforcements."

I look down, seeing the base full of weapons up ahead. I turn back to Bradshaw and find that he's also looking at me, neither of us have turned around, yet. We're so close, nearly over the base, if we turn back now and come back later then they'll have plenty of time to move the weapons.

I speed up, zooming forward, coming closer to the base. Bradshaw does the same, neither of us having to say anything to understand what the other is thinking.

"What are they doing?" I hear Cain say over the comms. "I said come back."

I grip my joystick tighter, trying to keep my hands from shaking.

The planes in front of us continue to send bullets our way. I swing left, towards Bradshaw and come over the base, dropping the first bomb on it. Bradshaw drops his right behind me, the explosions below us rocking through the air.

I don't have time to look and check how much damage we did, before the planes are on us and we're trapped in a dogfight.

I spin my plane right, climbing higher, to avoid the enemy jets.

"Do you have eyes on them?" I ask, trying to spin around to see where they are.

"There's two on you, one on me."

I climb higher and then let my engine stall, one of the planes flying past me. I line up my missile and slam the release button the second I hear tone.

The plane in front of me explodes, but, unfortunately, the one behind me is still hot on my tail.

Another array of bullets attacks my plane and a warning starts blaring that my left engine is out.

"One down," I inform Bradshaw. I look around and see him struggling to shake the jet on his tail. "Wanna trade?" I ask, zooming towards him and trying to lock in on the guy attacking him.

"What?" Bradshaw asks.

"You go after my guy, I'll go after yours." I push the trigger down, shooting at the jet on Bradshaw's tail.

Bradshaw's plane turns towards mine, trying to loop around and hit the guy behind me.

I try to line up the shot on the other guy, blasting off my other missile the second I hear tone.

The plane in front of me, zooms upwards, dodging the projectile.

"Fuck," I shout, immediately switching to bullets.

Bradshaw still hasn't gotten the guy behind me and I'm getting hit by bullets on two sides.

It's not long before I've used up all my weaponry and the guy in front of me hasn't gone down.

"I'm out of ammo," I announce.

"Dammit, Shadow. I told you your aim was shit." Bradshaw has managed to pull the other guy off my tail and I'm left with one plane in front of me.

Bullets continue to knock my plane and I doubt it will be long until my right engine is out, too. It will be a miracle if I can get this thing back home.

I look at the plane plowing towards me and I have an idea.

"Destroy as many weapons as possible," I mutter, gripping the control stick and speeding up.

"What?" Bradshaw asks over the speakers, but I ignore him.

Instead, I continue to push my plane straight towards the enemy jet, moving my other hand towards the eject button.

"Shadow, what are you doing?"

As the other plane nears me, it starts to pull right, trying to dodge me. I follow it with my plane, pushing the control stick forward as hard as I can and ejecting.

I fly out of the plane, my parachute pulling me through the air as the explosion from the collision, warms my face.

The blast sends shrapnel flying everywhere.

Pain shoots through my side, as I drift down through the air. I wince, looking down and finding a large piece of metal piercing my side.

"Shit," I mumble.

I look around, searching for Bradshaw's plane and find him still stuck in a dogfight with the other jet. I fall below the tree-line and his plane disappears from view.

I land on the ground with minimal impact, but I still let out a grunt, when it jostles the wound in my side.

I pull myself up, leaning against a nearby tree trunk, as I start rolling up my parachute.

I look to the sky, searching for any signs of Rooster. I see his jet overhead and relax a little, especially when I watch him knock down the last enemy plane.

I continue rolling up my parachute, moving slowly from the pain in my side, but my attention jerks back to the sky when I hear the sound of a missile.

My gaze rips back to the sky, seeing a cloud of smoke chase down Bradshaw’s plane. He manages to dodge it, but circles back around as another missile is sent off.

“What are you doing?” I shout, as Rooster tries to dodge the second one, but fails. The projectile takes out his tail and he starts falling fast. I don’t see where he lands, I don’t even know if he would’ve survived a crash like that.

However, I’m out here alone, and if there’s a chance he’s alive I’m not going to leave him. I finish packing up my parachute and shove it into my pack, pulling it on and standing up.

I cry out when the metal in my side shifts, but push forward, ignoring the blood dripping from my side.

I briefly wonder if I should stop to pull out the shrapnel and wrap up my waist, but I don’t want to waste anytime. Not to mention it'll be difficult for me to reach.

Luckily, it didn’t look like Rooster’s plane was far.

“Rooster,” I call out, hoping he responds soon, praying he isn’t dead. “Rooster!”

I lean against a tree, to catch my breath, panting through the pain in my side.

I’m close to considering sitting down for a minute when I see smoke up ahead.

I break into a limping jog, approaching the wreckage in front of me. Rooster’s jet lies in a smoking heap on the ground, but there’s no sign of him anywhere.

“Rooster,” I shout, looking around the plane. It steams and creaks from burning metal. I’m terrified of what I’ll find in the cockpit, but when I finally work up the courage, it’s empty.

I breathe a sigh of relief, but I still don’t see him anywhere.

“Rooster,” I call, looking around.

No response, certainly isn’t a good sign and the wound in my side is really draining my energy.

Tears prick at the corner of my eyes, but I push them back. Hangman would never cry in a situation like this, but all I can think is that I’m alone, my wingman might be dead and I could be next.

“Rooster,” I shout one last time, the words coming out choked. I walk over to the other side of the plane wreckage and collapse against a tree.

I let some tears stream down my face, closing my eyes and leaning my head back. I’m so tired.

“Shadow?” It’s so distant I think I must have imagined it.

“Shadow!” I hear again.

“Rooster!” I push myself back to my feet, groaning as I do so.

I head in the direction of the shouts, stumbling along to search for him.

“Over here.” I catch sight of him through the trees and start waving.

He starts running to meet me and I do my best to speed up towards him.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I ask, as I get closer.

"Me?" Rooster asks.

"You should've headed back the second you knocked down the other plane," I shout, but my words are drowned out by his argument.

"You're the one who fucking crashed right into another plane. I was circling back to try and find you. Are you okay?" He reaches out for me, clutching my arms in his hands and looking me up and down.

“Yeah, are you?” I lie, not wanting to seem dramatic, especially if he ends up having an injury, too.

Rooster pauses his scan, eyes snapping to mine, narrowing slightly.

“Where?” he asks, a level of concern that I’ve never seen from him before flooding his gaze.

“What?” I ask.

Rooster sighs. “I know you’re hurt, Shadow.”

I exhale, moving stiffly to take my pack off and show him the shrapnel in my side.

“It’s not that bad,” I say, even though I haven’t checked on it in awhile, I can barely see it, and it hurts like a bitch.

“Here, sit down.” Rooster guides me to the ground and starts opening his pack.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“We’re not going to get very fair with that sticking out of your side. You’re going to need stitches.”

Rooster clicks open his first aid kit.

I tug at my vest, undoing the buttons.

Rooster places his hands on my shoulder, helping me slide it off.

I unzip my jumper next and Rooster has to help me with that, too.

He gets to my t-shirt underneath and cuts off the fabric around the wound.

“Alright, are you ready?” Rooster asks.

“Yup.” I grip my hands into the pants of my suit, so tightly that my knuckles turn white.

Rooster’s hand wraps around the metal and I can’t stop the whimper that slips past my lips. I lift one of my hands and press it tightly against my mouth.

“You sure?” Rooster asks.

“Mmmm, hmmm.” I hum an agreement and Rooster yanks the metal out.

I scream into my hand, hot tears slipping out of the corner of my eyes.

“Good?” Rooster asks.

I hum again, not able to form words.

Rooster starts cleaning the wound and I manage to keep my whimpers to a minimum the whole time. I turn my head away to hide my tears.

"It's okay to cry," Rooster says.

I let out a wry chuckle. "Yeah, right," I reply. "I'm sure you'd love that."

"I'm serious." Rooster reaches into the kit, pulling out a needle and sterilizing it. "I won't make fun of you."

"Jake would never cry," I mumble, trying to steel myself against the pain.

"God, you really have to be just like him."

"You'd understand if you met my parents," I reply.

"At least your parents are alive."

A sense of guilt sweeps over me, immediately. "I'm sorry."

Rooster flashes a sad smile. "It's fine. I got all the love I could ever hope for from my parents while they were alive." Rooster starts on the stitches in my side and I grit my teeth. "I get it, you know, why you were always trying your hardest to best me while we were at Top Gun. I saw the way your parents were all over Hangman at graduation."

If he saw that, then that means he might have also seen me walking off to the bathroom, brushing tears from my face. I don't want to ask him, though, in case he didn't, but he glances up at me from where he's working on my stitches and one look in his eyes and I know that he did.

"Your parents are assholes." Rooster goes back to working on my stitches and a silence falls over us.

Finally, Rooster finishes up my stitches, wrapping a bandage around my stomach and helping me pull my jumper back on.

"There, it's not perfect, but it should hold long enough for us to get back home."

"Right, how are we going to do that?" I ask, looking around at the unfamiliar trees on each side of us. We can't exactly send off a distress flare in enemy territory.

"The helicopter should come by to pick us up, soon." Rooster digs through his pack.

"They're not going to send a rescue helicopter into active enemy territory. We may have taken out most of their weapons, but they still have missiles."

Rooster pulls out his radio, turning it on and calling back to base. "This is Rooster and Shadow, checking in to base, over," he says.

Static buzzes on the other side and a broken voice comes through on the other side. "...ba... ort... er"

"Shit, no service." Rooster stands up, walking around to try and get better signal. "Shadow's injured, we're requesting an emergency airlift, over."

The voice comes through again, broken and incomprehensible.

"We have to find better service." Rooster comes back over, closing up his pack and swinging it onto his back.

I start to push myself up, grabbing my own pack off the ground, but pausing when Rooster puts a hand on my shoulder.

"You should stay here." He looks down at my side.

"Like hell," I snap, pushing myself the rest of the way up.

"You're injured and my poor patch-up job did little to help that. You need to stay here and rest.”

“Rooster, you are not leaving me here.” I pull my backpack on.

His gaze is still focused on my side, uncertain.

“Please, Bradley,” I beg. “Do not leave me here alone.”

Rooster’s jaw hardens and he finally makes eye contact. “Okay, come on.” He grabs my arm, pulling it over his shoulder to help me walk and without another word we start to make our way through the woods in the direction of the base.

Rooster tests the radio every few minutes and while it’s getting slightly better, it’s not enough to make out a full sentence.

The two of us are still limping along when the sound of shouts and heavy footsteps cuts through the silence of the forest.

Rooster and I both pause, turning as one unit in the direction of the sound, since I’m still relying heavily on him for support.

The sound gets closer, accompanied by the breaking of branches.

I pull my arm off Rooster's shoulder, freeing both our hands and pull out my flare gun.

Rooster does the same, both of us moving away from the sound.

"You don't think it's the evac team, do you?" I whisper, knowing there's no way they'd come on foot.

Rooster just swallows heavily.

The first man comes from our right, armed with a pistol. Lucky for us, we heard him coming and are prepared. I immediately, fire the flare gun at his chest, it knocks him off his feet and Rooster jumps on him, punching him across the face and stealing his gun.

"We need to go, now.” Rooster looks around, searching for another attacker, as he runs back over to me.

We both take off through the woods, Rooster passing the radio to me.

I continue to try and call back to base, while Rooster wields the gun, eyeing for attackers.

A gunshot sounds to our right and Rooster's arm slams into my back, forcing us both into a crouch. Pain shoots up my side from my injury, but I do my best to ignore it.

We continue to run past trees, dodging the bullets.

Another man reveals himself from behind the trees, his gun aimed right at me.

Rooster steps between us, blocking me from the man's shot and shooting him down before either of us get hit.

I test the radio again and this time an almost clear message comes back.

"...base requesting coordinates..."

I check our coordinates and report them back, but the response is choppy.

"I can't tell if they heard me," I tell Rooster, as we drop down behind a tree for cover.

"Try going up ahead and sending it again." Rooster peeks around the tree, scanning the area.

"What about you?" I ask.

"Just go," he says. "Don't worry, I got your six." He rises up, turning his back to me and holding up the gun.

I continue to run and Rooster follows behind at a slower pace, walking backwards, ready to shoot.

I repeat the coordinates and eventually I get a clear response from base, “Stand by for evacuation, over.”

I pause my running, smiling down at the radio.

“Rooster, we got a response!” I turn to him with a wide grin on my face.

He glances back at me, a smile growing on his face as well. At the same time, I see a woman break through the woods, her gun raised in his direction.

I open my mouth to shout a word of warning, but all I can do is scream when the loud echo of the gun going off shakes the air.

Rooster’s body jerks as the bullet rips into his shoulder.

I sprint towards him while the woman cocks the gun for another shot. I snatch the gun from Rooster’s hand, firing twice at the woman and sending her to the ground.

“Are you okay?” I ask, snatching at Rooster’s chest to help hold him up.

“Yeah,” he grunts, reaching for the wound.

I grab his hand, wrapping it in mine. “Don’t touch it,” I tell him. "C'mon, we need to find a place to hide out until the chopper gets here."

The two of us slip into a particularly thick area of brush, hunkering down behind a couple of boulders.

"Let me see." It's not until I go to help him take his jumpsuit off that the red stain on my own jumpsuit has grown. I guess Rooster's stitches didn't hold. I do my best to ignore it, as I help Rooster wrap his own wound. I bind it tightly, hoping that our evac will be here soon with doctors who can do a better job than me.

Rooster's eyes are on me the whole time I help him, tracking my every movement. He must be trying to find something to focus on to block out the pain. It's what I'm doing right now, patching up Rooster to ignore the pain from my own injury.

Once I'm done, I lean back against the rocks beside him.

"Hopefully you did a better job on me than I did on you," Rooster pants.

I chuckle a little, leaning my head back against the rocks.

"We should radio back with our updated coordinates." Rooster takes the radio from my hands, calling to base.

I let my eyes fall closed, fighting to get breaths in, each one disrupting the pain in my side.

I vaguely hear Rooster say something about fifteen minutes, but I can't be sure.

"Shadow?"

My arm jerks and I wince, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Y/n? Wake up."

A hand tilts my head up and I manage to force my eyes open, my gaze finding Rooster's face.

"You good? We need to stay awake."

I shake my head a few times, nodding to reassure him. "You worried about me, Bradshaw?" I ask, teasingly.

"More worried about what your brother will do to me if I make it back and you don't."

"Nah," I say. "I think you care about me." I smile up at him, nudging him slightly against his good shoulder.

Rooster laughs. "Oh, okay. You were the one who was crying out my name when you thought I was dead."

I laugh, too, realizing that I don't have an argument for that.

When our giggles finally die down, I lean my head on Rooster's shoulder, finding the muscle of his bicep more comfortable than the stone.

Rooster breathes deeply and I almost pull away, but freeze when he speaks.

"You know that was the first time you didn't just call me 'Bradshaw'."

I hum. "Today was the first day you called me 'y/n'," I reply, referring to moments ago when he shook me awake.

Rooster rests his head on top of mine, the two of us sitting in a peaceful silence while we wait.

The strangeness of it all washes over me. I remember how less than a year ago, we had been ready to tear each other apart.

"You need to calm down." I brush past Rooster, ready to hit the locker rooms.

Rooster snatches my bicep, shoving me back in front of him. "You could have gotten someone killed."

I straighten up, staring him right in the eye. "If it weren't for me Coyote could have died."

"You nearly hit him with that bogus shot."

"But I didn't, I saved his life by taking out that enemy plane."

"It was reckless and stupid."

I step closer, adding in a lower voice. "You're just mad that you failed to do your job. You're Coyote's wingman and you should've been there."

I barely get a chance to finish, before Rooster is pushing me back into the wall, his forearm pressed against my throat pinning me down.

Rage is flaring behind his eyes, but all I do is smile back at him.

"Stay in your fucking place, Seresin," Rooster seethes.

"Do your job, Bradshaw," I spit back. I shove my hands against his chest, pushing him off of me.

That moment solidified Rooster and I's hatred towards each other, but now we're cuddling up to each other like some lovesick teens.

We hear the helicopter before we see it and I grab my flare gun, sending off a flare so they can find us quicker.

Within the next few minutes, they're within sight.

Rooster and I climb to our feet. However, I stumble immediately, my head spinning and my vision darkening.

Rooster catches me by my forearms and I feel guilty when I hear him grunt from the bullet wound in his shoulder.

"I'm good," I say, gripping my side and straightening myself.

"Shit," Rooster says, looking down at my hands.

I pull them away to see what he's looking at and find them covered in blood.

"You weren't kidding about that shit patch up job," I joke, looking up at the ladder being dropped down from the helicopter that's nearly reached us.

I look back at Rooster and find him staring at me. "I'm sorry," he says.

"It's no big deal, the doctors will fix it."

"Not just for that, everything. Criticizing your flying, trying to take control, requesting a new partner for this mission."

"What?" I ask. "You requested a new partner?"

"Yeah, but I'm apologizing for it." Rooster flashes a smile.

The ladder comes down between us and both of us grab on, clipping ourselves to it by our vest. The ladder starts to lift us into the air.

"I'm sorry, too. For everything," I say.

We both smile at each other.

“I can’t believe you requested a new partner for this mission.”

Rooster laughs. “We hated each other, but you know what? I’m really glad they didn’t grant my request.”

“Me, too.”

———————————————————————

I wake up in a hospital bed, the last thing I remember is the doctors on the helicopter, taking care of me and Rooster.

Jake rises from his spot in his chair as soon as he notices I’m awake.

“Hey,” he says. “How are you feeling?”

“Alright,” I say, wincing as I sit up.

Jake immediately protests, telling me to sit back down, but I ignore him.

“Is Rooster okay?” I ask.

Jake's brow furrows a little. “He’s fine. The doctors put him in the next room over.”

I nod, settling back against the pillows.

“What happened to you two out there?”

“Long story.”

Jake nods. “You can tell me later.”

“How bad is it?” I ask, lifting up my sheets to see underneath, a large bandage is wrapped around my middle.

“Some internal bleeding and a wicked scar. You’ll be grounded for at least 8 weeks.”

I throw my head back with a groan. “8 weeks?”

Hangman smiles. “Yeah, but don’t worry. You’ll have your new friend Rooster to keep you company.”

I scowl at him. "We're hardly friends."

Jake shakes his head. "That's not what I heard. The medics said it was impossible for them to do their jobs because you two kept freaking out asking if the other was okay. In fact, Rooster woke up an hour ago and has been asking to see you ever since."

"He has?" I ask.

Jake nods. “Mavs over there with him right now… what are you doing?”

I’ve pushed off my blankets and am trying to get out of bed, when Jake is gently grabbing my shoulders to stop me.

“I want to see him.”

“No, get back in bed. I’ll go get him.” Jake guides me back into bed, holding his hands up towards me for a moment and continuously glancing over his shoulder as he leaves like he’s making sure I don’t go anywhere. 

I roll my eyes and he leaves. I drink the glass sitting on the nightside table while I wait and a few minutes later, Jake returns. Rooster is following close behind him, shirtless with his arm bandaged and resting in a sling. 

An involuntary smile spreads across my face, as soon as I see him. 

“Hey,” I say. 

“Hi.” Rooster smiles back at me and sits down on the edge of my bed. 

I glance up at Jake, finding his presence in the room uncomfortable. His eyes are flicking between us at a rapid pace.

"I'll be right back," he says, turning and exiting the room.

Rooster and I look back at each other and chuckle.

"You're okay?" I ask, it sounds like a mix between a question and an optimistic fact.

Rooster nods. "You?"

"All good." I push myself up in the bed, determined to sit up next to Rooster. Rooster has a worried look on his face, but doesn't say anything, just resting his arm behind my back to help hold me up.

I’m a little out of breath form the effort and Rooster rubs my back in reassuring circles, while I catch hold of it again.

"Thanks," I murmur, looking up at him.

His brown eyes meet mine and I feel myself sinking into them. I reach my one hand up, brushing my fingers against his cheek.

Rooster's lips part slightly and all of a sudden I can't stop staring at them. They look so soft. I lean forward and Rooster does the same, I close my eyes as our lips brush. I inhale, reopening my eyes to look at him.

I realize what we're about to do and from the look in Rooster's eyes he does, too.

His hand comes up to brush the hair out of my face, his hand moving to cup the back of my neck.

Rooster pulls my face closer, our lips colliding together in a heated kiss.

I reach up with my own hands, one of them sliding around his waist and the other slips itself into the hair on the nape of his neck.

"What the fuck?"

Rooster and I pull away so quickly that it sends a spark of pain up my side.

I look to the doorway and see Jake standing there, Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote write behind him.

"I swear to god if you hadn't just gotten shot I would beat the shit out of you right now." Jake comes storming towards Rooster and I put a hand out to stop him. "Is that what this is? You seduced my sister the second you got a moment alone with her?"

I scoff. "Jake, he did not seduce me."

"I didn't?" Rooster asks.

I turn to him, smacking him in his good arm to knock the cocky grin off his face.

"Jake, please. I'm an adult, I can handle my own relationships."

Jake sighs, but nods.

"I brought the others in. They wanted to see how you were doing."

I turn to the others smiling.

Phoenix comes forward to give me a hug. “Your brothers full of shit,” she says. “He ran down to us in the waiting room saying that you and Rooster were gonna get together and we had to come see.”

I turn to Jake with a glare. “Then why were you so mad?"

Jake throws his hands up in defence. "l thought I was just going to walk in on you guys making heart eyes at each other, not full on making out.”

A phone buzzes and Jake pulls his out of his pocket, his expression falling.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “It’s just a text from mom and dad, they said they hope you feel better soon.”

I feel tears prick the back of my eyes but am able to hold them back. “They’re not coming?”

Jake shakes his head.

I nod and Rooster’s palm rests on my thigh while Phoenix’s grabs my hand in hers.

I hear a collection of apologies from everyone, but shrug.

“It’s fine, at least you guys are here.”

“That’s right,” Bob says. “And we’re not going anywhere.”

A nurse pokes his head in from the hallway. “Visiting hours end in forty-five minutes.”

“We’re not going anywhere for another forty five minutes,” Bob corrects.

We all let out a laugh.

“C’mon,” Coyote says. “Let’s go raid the vending machines for the good candy. Any special requests?” He points at me and Rooster in particular.

Rooster shrugs. “Anything with chocolate.”

I nod. “I’m good with anything.”

Coyote grabs Bob on his way out. “I’m going to need some cash,” he says to him.

Phoenix chuckles. “Come on, Hangman.” She stands up and grabs my brother by the arm.

“Hold on, you better keep your hands to yourself while I’m gone.” Jake points at us, but Phoenix is already shoving him out the door.

I mouth a "Thank you" to her and she smiles, before shutting it behind her.

“Sorry about Jake,” I say to Rooster.

“No worries.” His hand goes to cup my cheek. “Where were we?” he asks.

I grin, leaning in to kiss him again.

“So is this like a thing, now?” I ask.

“Only if you want it to be.”

“I do.”

“Good. I do, too.”

Rooster and I kiss again, taking our time with it this time. We only pull away when the door clicks open, but apparently it’s not fast enough, because I hear Jake’s voice yell out an exasperated, “Oh, c’mon!”

happy birthday, @aurora-boreas-borealis!

Howdy Liv

I hope you’re doing well <3 I’m a HUGE fan of your blog and absolutely adore it.

If it weren’t an inconvenience could you recommend or link me to people who could possibly recommend long fics with a fast sexual burn and a slow emotional burn?

A tiny progression of emotions: ugh I loathe him so much, get away from my line of sight, fuck you - I loathe him so why the fuck why do I find him kinda… attractive? I’m losing my mind. - ok whatever he’s objectively hot but an asshole, I still detest him - I want to fuck him but I hate him for being so good looking,,,, and his personality SUX ofc - *while making out* he’s so annoying but I’m enjoying rn although I’m going to be an antagonistic lil shit to him rn bye - wait wtf it’s been months and we haven’t killed each other????? huh - oh, we actually have conversations and despite being snarky and sarcastic idiots, we kinda vibe (and shag on the daily) - Um so I find these stupid fucking traits of his so endearing, he needs to stOP BEING SO ADORABLE??? (Wait did I just say he’s adorable? Help-) - let’s get at it like rabbits but also have hours upon hours of conversations because we hAtE each other so gosh darn much, yup I HATE HIM - ok ykw, this wonderful man that stands in front of me has been through so fucking much, screw our enmity, I just want to protect him forever, I don’t think I hate him - fuck fuck fuck my feelings run much beyond sex, I DONT HATE HIM, I’m falling for him… - mY fEeLiNgS aRe sTrIcTLy sExUaL in natur- oh who am I kidding, I love him - (the leaving after every escapade instead of spending the night turns to forehead kisses while the other sleeps and breakfast in bed) - I’ll just wait until he’s had enough because he couldn’t possibly love me back even though he looks at me like I’m the only one who matters (and unbeknownst to me, i do too but we’re both brick stupid); and I need him in any form - my heart is literally breaking into pieces because I think my love is unrequited (and he does too) - I’m going to leave him bc the it hurts to much, so I spend on last night in his bed until he blurts “I love you” and I feel so elated I could cry as the same phrase bursts out of me - us being in disbelief over how stupid we are but over the moon - our friends giving us shit and winning galleons but who gives a fuck, nobody can screw with our relationship more than us ourselves - little arguments here and there because how dare he have the audacity to not be perfect, “your falsetto is truly banshee like, please stop attacking my bathroom mirror”, “when I start living here, I’ll make sure to break each and every one- what?” - we move in together - more arguments followed by angry sex and make up sex and morning kisses and kisses and kisses - (someone gets down on one knee and the other fucking loses it because he had a ring waiting too) - the grandest, most wonderful wedding with white peacocks and ice sculptures and the northern fucking lights bc malfoys will never do anything short of awe inspiring- (during the vows) “scared, potter?” *sniffle* “you wish”

Um so I got a tad bit carried away (if only my dumbass could actually write fan fiction lmao)

But thank you for bearing with me, love you BYEEEE

Anon, I am OBSESSED with your description of their last two brain cells processing fast sexual burn & emotional constipation, this is the best trope and you should say it! Here are some of my personal favourites that illustrate perfectly this emotional chaos:

Phoenix in the Fire by @fw00shy (2021, E, 1.4k)

Their first time was an accident. "Sex pollen," Draco claims, though everyone knows it was too much Ogden's after Puddlemere beat the Tornados 240-230.

Still Life (orphaned, 2019, M, 3k)

The Things They Never Say by @bixgirl1 (2017, E, 7k)

Harry and Draco don't know how to talk. So they do other things instead.

I'll never be your chosen one by @andithiel (2019, E, 15k)

Draco doesn't know what exactly he’s doing with Potter, he doesn't know how their unspoken agreement even started, and doesn't know where it will end. The only thing he knows is: he's not in love.

A Truth Universally Acknowledged by @sorrybutblog (2021, M, 17k)

A year out from the war, Harry agrees to accompany Hermione on a historical walking tour of Pride and Prejudice. Not in the itinerary: running into Draco Malfoy, setting off a summer of stately homes, lavish parties, resentful shagging, and maybe, falling in love.

In Your Arms, Rests My World by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2016, E, 24k)

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

This is Never Happening Again by hpleems (2018, M, 32k)

Harry and Malfoy don't get along any better than they used to, but Harry can't get enough of their secret hookups, and he can't seem to figure out anything else in his life, either. He's looking forward to Christmas break so he can clear his head...but fate has other plans.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (2012, E, 54k)

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (2012, E, 68k)

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister's office, they can't work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn't it?

That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 (2019, E, 77k)

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (2020, E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

Things Worth Knowing by Femme and noeon (2017, E, 164k)

After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems.

Lost In Your Arms by Femme (2017, E, 257k)

Three months after their brief encounter, Draco has almost forgotten about Potter--or so he tells himself. Then a Dark wizard shows up on the Auror radar and all hell breaks loose. Draco will have to choose between everything he holds dear--everything he's worked so hard for--and a few stolen moments of passion with a certain green-eyed Inspector, once his sworn enemy and now something rather different entirely. He'll make the right choice, won't he?

Hi. I didn’t know if I could get a Liam Dunbar fic where the reader is Stiles little sister and her and Liam were dating before he was turned, but stiles has a fit about them dating after because Liam accidentally scratched her (or something similar) before he could get himself under control and Stiles makes them break up, but the reader & Liam are so miserable without each other and Liam is hard to get under control because the reader is his anchor or even his mate maybe, and Stiles ends up just giving up and letting them get back together because the reader is like she loves Liam so much and they basically need each other.

when is stiles not causing problems let's be real

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It is funny how love can convince you that you are so much better than you truly are. Liam Dunbar has always been some version of a monster, yet he deluded himself into thinking otherwise because of one girl. One girl. That’s all it took.

Now that he’s alone, Liam’s downfall feels even more severe than earlier. It’s strange to picture himself as the boy he’d been before all of this, before the worst mistake he’d ever made in his life, before he even received the bite and his world changed forever. Before he’d started dating Y/N. He’d thought he’d been a monster then, but he’s just proved himself wrong. Whatever Liam has become is far worse than that ever was.

Back then, Liam thought he knew what it was like to be alone. He had been recently kicked out of Devenford Prep for letting his anger get the best of him. Liam can still see the disappointed faces of his mother and stepfather lurking somewhere in the back of his mind. They’d tried so hard with him, and he’d let them down anyway. It felt like he would never get that anger under control. He’d always be that kid no one wanted to see, the one with pure, hot rage boiling under his skin like it had been injected there instead of blood.

Liam had fully accepted that his life would be hell. Even with a lacrosse team no longer featuring Brett Talbot, Beacon Hills High School didn’t feel like home. It was just another demotion, yet one more sign that Liam wasn’t cut out for reality. He would never be able to pull himself together long enough to make anything last.

When he met Y/N, Liam wanted to hide. For the first time, there was a pretty girl in front of him, smiling at him like he was someone she genuinely wanted to know. Liam walked away from that initial meeting more terrified than he had been in a long time. He wanted to do better, not for him or his parents or the dreams he probably should have had, but for her, some stranger he’d met all of ten minutes ago.

It scared him enough that he tried to avoid her. Liam is used to good things, they always leave. Always. There was no chance that things would work out, he has never been able to stay away from the breaking and shattering of all good parts of his life. It was like he could see their story unfolding before him, all the twists and turns, the ups and downs. The ending was right there in sight, and the glory of all that came before it made that final parting of ways all the worse.

That’s why Liam swore to himself that he’d stop it, maybe find a way to prevent at least one heartbreak in a string of thousands. Leaving Y/N would cut to the bone, he could tell that already. It would have been best if he could have just gotten off of the ride instead of sticking through to the crash and burn, but he never had a choice, not really.

After all, Y/N had made the choice far before he ever did. According to her, she took one look at a young Liam Dunbar and decided that he was the only boy she would ever need. Y/N went home that night and came back for lacrosse practices and history reviews and everything that would set her up to make sure Liam could never truly stay away from her for long. She wanted him, and Liam was so used to being everyone’s last choice that it stunned him into admitting his feelings before he could back out of it.

Their relationship had been hard at first, of course. For one thing, Y/N wasn’t just some nameless kids amongst the masses of students at Beacon Hills High, she was a Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski is the most paranoid kid Liam has ever met. 

He half expects the guy to run a conspiracy theory podcast of something, anything to explain why the older boy jumped at the slightest of sounds and automatically distrusted everyone who crossed his path. Apparently, there’d been an incident earlier with a Nogitsune that messed Stiles up pretty badly, but Liam hadn’t known it then.

All he knew was that he’d barely been dating Y/N for longer than a week before her older brother was suddenly descending upon him with all the fury of the heavens. Liam may have been running literal laps around Stiles at lacrosse practice for months, but you wouldn’t know it from the way Stiles stalked towards him one day after school.

Stiles had been furious, yelling about how Liam was no good for his baby sister and he’d better stay away if he knew what was good for him. It took Liam actually controlling his temper for once long enough to argue that he cared about Y/N more than anything, as well as Scott McCall stepping in to make sure Stiles didn’t start anything, to win Stiles over.

Even then, Stiles has never really been on Liam’s side. The whole matter with the bite didn’t increase his popularity, either. In Liam’s defense, he hadn’t asked to be bitten, but then again, who does? The life of a werewolf may be glamorized in movies and TV shows, but Liam can confirm, as a resident part-time wolf himself, it’s awful. Terrible. 

He has dreams sometimes about being human again. He’ll run through the streets at night, this fantasy Liam, walking unfazed beneath the light of a full moon. He’ll get angry but never have to worry about claws or fangs or glowing eyes. There are no hunters trying to kill him, he’s just another ordinary boy. It is the most marvelous dream, and then he wakes up.

In truth, Liam doesn’t know if he’d give up being a werewolf, even if he had the opportunity to stop. It’s made him feel more powerful than he has in a long time, which is, admittedly, both good and bad. It also connected him with Scott’s pack, the first group of friends to well and truly have Liam’s back. They care about him, and care about protecting him. You don’t give something like that up so easily.

However, tonight Liam snaps his eyes shut and wishes that he was no longer supernatural. If he hadn’t been at the hospital that night, if he hadn’t been chased onto the roof by that wendigo and Scott hadn’t bitten him, Liam wouldn’t have made the worst mistake of his life, the mistake that occurred today.

It had all happened so fast. It’s a useless excuse, explaining nothing and clearing Liam of no guilt whatsoever, but it’s true. Liam isn’t good with full moons, a fact known by everybody in the pack and Y/N herself, but he’s proved the worst of himself tonight.

The moon had been out, and Liam was supposed to be heading home. Usually, he tries to avoid people when there’s a full moon, because even though it’s been several months since he was first turned Liam still doesn’t have perfect control over himself, but Y/N had needed a ride home and so Liam had insisted on taking her. Otherwise, she would have had to walk, and that was worse, right?

It was bad, and he knew it. Y/N knew it too, Liam thinks, but she didn’t want to send him over the edge so she didn’t say a word about it. Maybe she trusted him, which was worse, because it means she’ll never trust him like that again. He didn’t deserve it in the first place, but man, Liam hates letting people down, especially people whose opinion matters the most. The rest of the world can go to hell, but Liam needs Y/N, and he needs her to not be afraid of him the way she surely is now.

As he was driving, the night grew later and later, and more of the full moon became visible. Liam’s knuckles were white on the wheel, and even though he swore to himself that he could keep it together, he pretty obviously couldn’t. Y/N had gently suggested that they were close enough to her house that she could walk, and Liam had agreed, pulling over to the side of the road. The Stilinski house was only two driveways down, but he knew he couldn’t risk any more time passing.

Something had happened then, when the car was parked. Maybe Y/N fumbled in finding her seatbelt, or she took even a fraction of a second longer in getting out than normal. Regardless, Liam’s temper spiked the way it always has, with a furious rage blinding his vision. It was only made worse by the full moon, which terrified the small part of his mind still capable of legitimate thought.

“Get out of the car,” he’d snarled, Liam can still remember the harsh way the syllables had slipped out between his clenched teeth, “I need you to get out. Now.”

Y/N’s eyes had widened, taking in how quickly the situation had turned sour. She reached for her door, but it wasn’t fast enough, so Liam leaned over to push the door open for her. That was his intention, at least, but what ended up happening was that he scratched her instead with his claws as he tried to reach the door handle.

The coppery tang of blood immediately flooded the air, and Liam remembers being so confused about it. Why would there be blood? Why, unless he had hurt her? His sanity chose that moment to return to him, and Liam looked with a stranger’s eyes upon Y/N, her hand clamped to her now ripped sleeve as blood began to filter through the fabric.

She claims that the scratch was just a surface wound, barely deep at all, but all Liam knows is that it was bleeding and that was enough. Stiles had been waiting on the front doorstep, but he had seen what happened through the half open door and started racing towards them. His voice had broken the stillness of the night, shouting about how Liam had better stay away from Y/N forever.

Liam doesn’t remember how the night ended, how he got from Y/N’s street to here, sitting on the floor of his room and pressed into a corner as if it might provide the support he so desperately needs. After everything, all the promises he’d made, Liam hurt her, the girl he loves. This is how good things end, Liam supposes, with the tiniest of mistakes spiraling into something massive.

Liam doesn’t blame Stiles for wanting them to break up. He had done this, after all, hurt her, so of course they would have to end their relationship. Y/N deserves safety, and that doesn’t come with Liam. Still, it hurts more than anything. He avoids her during school, and pretends he doesn’t want anything more than to race to her side and apologize a thousand times, over and over until his voice goes hoarse.

He’s miserable, he can admit that freely. Liam has never felt more alone. He knew he loved Y/N more than anything, but this sudden absence is killing him. He can barely pull himself together enough to physically make it to school, and he drifts between classes, not even aware of what he’s learning. His test scores come back worse each time because the only thing Liam knows during class is that he ruined the best thing in his life, and it’s all his fault.

After a week, Liam sees Stiles approaching him after school and honestly hopes for a fight. Even an argument would be enough. Maybe this time he’ll actually feel something more than overwhelming despair as his blood hits the pavement.

Stiles, however, doesn’t seem like he’s here for a conflict. Instead, the older boy scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, sighs, and decides to get right to it.

“You can get back together with Y/N,” Stiles says, and just like that Liam is abruptly dragged back to reality.

“What?” Liam asks, not entirely sure that he’s not hallucinating.

Stiles grimaces. “You heard me. The two of you are miserable without each other. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you really fucked up, but you’ve been doing your penance all week. I almost feel bad for you. You look like you’ve been run over by several trucks that then backed up over your twitching body and hit you another few times. It’s somewhat sickening.”

Liam flashes the older boy a tired thumbs up. “Thanks for the compliment, Stiles. I appreciate it.” Still, he can’t believe it. “You really mean it, though? You’ll let me date Y/N again?”

Stiles chuckles to himself. “I don’t really think it’s my decision at this point. She’s almost as badly off as you are. I don’t want a Romeo and Juliet situation on my hands, so I figure the two of you might as well get back together.”

Liam swallows hard. “You think she’ll forgive me? I mean, I hurt her. That’s the one thing I promised I’d never do.”

Stiles’ face softens in a rare moment of sincerity. “Hey, it’s okay. We all know you didn’t mean it, and it was an accident. In the end, though, I can’t speak for her. If Y/N wants to get back together, she has to make that choice all on her own. Neither you nor I can make that decision for her. Still, I think you have a pretty good shot.”

Stiles looks over his shoulder at a figure across the parking lot. Liam follows his gaze and realizes that it’s Y/N, probably waiting to see how the conversation goes. Heart in his throat, Liam stares at her. What if she doesn’t want to get back together with him after all this? What if this was one line too many to cross?

As he watches, though, Y/N locks eyes with him and smiles, really smiles. She nods to his unspoken question, and just like that, Liam’s doing better. Forgiveness will be a difficult road, but Liam is more than willing to pursue it. After all, why wouldn’t he? He’s got the best girl in the world waiting for him on the other side.

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HEY LOVER! ━━━ Jake Seresin.

→ back to. . . top gun.

PAIRING, Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Malorie "Raven" Bradshaw (OC)

SERIES SUMMARY, Six months after Goose died, Carole gave birth to their daughter: Malorie Bradshaw. 32 Years later, in 2019, years after she graduated from Top Gun herself, she is called back to join in on a special mission. However she wasn't prepared to face two ghosts of her past alongside the way — just to her luck, she has best friend Jake Seresin sleeping in the room next to her.

WARNINGS, Death, grief, angst and my poor knowledge about the Air Force.

O. ━━━ I DID IT, DAD, ARE YOU PROUD?

Malorie knows that her graduation from Top Gun is something that she should look forward to, however knowing that no one would be there for her put a damper on that.

I. ━━━ I THINK I'VE SEEN THIS FILM BEFORE.

If there was one person in the world that knew that last names meant nothing it was Maverick. So when Cyclone presents him the 12 aviators coming back for the secret mission, he is not all that interested. That is until he sees two familiar faces: Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" and Lieutenant Malorie "Raven" Bradshaw.

II. ━━━ DROWNING IN WHAT ONCE WAS.

The last person Bradley expected to meet back at Top Gun was his little sister, dressed up and way too close to Bradley's enemy number one from Academy times: Jake Seresin. After all the last time he saw her she was sixteen and on her way to become a Fashion designer in Paris.

III. ━━━ A FAMILIAR AFFAIR.

A day that was supposed to be just a normal work day turns disastrous for Malorie when she is faced with not one but two people from her past, but Jake can not watch his best friend struggle like this.

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