#Iris Y/N

[girllblogging777]

𝐼𝑅𝐼𝑆 — 𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑂 𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐷𝐿𝐸

↳ short mattheo riddle drabble based off the song “iris” by the goo goo dolls.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

and i’d give up forever to touch you

cause i know that you feel me somehow,

mattheo riddle never let himself feel anything other than hatred, until you came into his life. before you, he was just numb, nothing that pure rage and darkness. but with you, everything changed. he didn't need words or grand gestures, just being near you was enough to make him feel...something. it was like, for the first time, someone actually saw him. and the first time you touched him, when he let his guard down and let you in, something deep inside him shifted. you buried your face in his chest, and he froze, not knowing what to do. the only touch he’d ever known was violent and cruel, so he didn't know how to handle the soft, soothing way you held him. but once he gave in and wrapped his arms around you, he knew he’d give up everything for just one more second of this.

✩✩✩✩

you’re the closest to heaven that i’ll ever be

and i don’t wanna go home right now

everyone else saw mattheo as nothing but trouble, like he was born bad. darkness seemed to follow him everywhere, and he figured that was just how it was supposed to be. hell had probably been his destiny from the moment he was born. but then you came along. you, with your golden heart and warm soul, gave him a taste of something pure, something he knew he didn’t deserve. somehow, he had found his way into your life, into your heart, and for the first time ever, he understood what “home” meant. he never had a real home before, no place or person to run back to. but now, you were becoming that for him. his safe place, his shelter.

✩✩✩✩

and all i can taste is this moment

and all i can breathe is your life

and sooner or later it’s over

i just don’t wanna miss you tonight

mattheo wasn’t stupid. letting you in gave him hope, but deep down, he knew the truth. no matter how much he tried, he’d never be good enough for you. the connection you shared felt like a temporary dream, something that could disappear at any second. he promised himself he wouldn’t let anyone see him weak, but you made that impossible. the closer he got to you, the more he feared what would happen when it all fell apart. that’s just how he was, doubting everything, second-guessing every feeling. because he’d always been broken, and he couldn’t imagine anyone seeing past that. but with you, he wanted to try, even if it meant risking everything. because he found himself missing you everytime you weren’t around.

✩✩✩✩

and i don’t want the world to see me

cause i don’t think that they’d understand

when everything’s made to be broken

i just want you to know who i am

mattheo never cared about what the world thought of him. everyone saw him as ruined, a lost cause. they couldn’t understand the storm inside him, the pieces that never fit together quite right. he knew he was broken, and he had grown to accept that. but you saw through the cracks, past the sharp edges, and somehow, you still wanted to know him. he didn’t want to hide from you, didn’t want to pretend to be someone he wasn’t, but he didn’t understand why you stuck with him even after seeing his dark side. for the first time, he wanted to be seen. not as the person everyone else thought he was, but as the person he really was, deep down. he just wanted you to know him, the real him, the one who was scared, vulnerable, and maybe even a little bit hopeful. because in a world full of chaos and brokenness, you made him feel like he could be someone else, just for a moment.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a/n : i thought about this after making the moodboard the other day, iris is literally the theme song of my life and i listen to it 24/7. anyways my requests are open, please like/comment/reblog and tell me if you wanna be tagged !!!

@iris-qt @tateshifts @myunperfektstorys @yikesitslush @sp7-mr @shiftingwithmars @redeemingvillains @helendeath @larmesdevanille @fluffycookies22 @reys-letters @mattheosdior @sylviaonyx @fbvreadingblog @moonlightreader649 @jolly4holly @elsie-bells @bellatrix-lestrange5 @icantkeepmyplantsalive @dexoq

[irisintheafterglow]

hi!!! could i request pro hero!bakugo & pro hero!reader where bkgs doing an interview and they ask about relationships and his answer is “I thought you people already knew that im married”

i have no idea how to word things but i hope that was readable🙏🙏

keeping it in the family

wc: 1.6k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of drinking and alcohol, established relationship, dialogue-driven

note: RAHHH I LOVE HUSBAND BAKUGO. anyways !!! i hope you like this, i did get a little carried away when writing it so hopefully it makes sense. thank you for your ask!!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

“And we’re on in five, four, three, two…give ‘em hell.” The roar of excited applause jumbles together with the late-night show’s opening theme and the screams of excited fans can still be heard even as Kirishima flashes a blinding smile to the camera. 

“Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Heroes on Heroes! We’re so glad you’re joining us tonight, seeing as this is the finale of season one!” The audience cheers with fiery passion and it makes the three heroes onstage chuckle nervously. This was going to be a long night, especially if the superfans were crying after every word they spoke. “I’m Red Riot,” he pauses while the cheering erupts once again, “and I’m joined by my fellow pros, Chargebolt and Dynamight.” You wince from your place at sidestage from the sheer wave of noise that slams into your eardrums when the latter is introduced. 

“Thanks for having us tonight, man,” Denki grins. He eagerly drums the armrests of his chair, to the left of Kirishima. “I’ve been looking forward to doing one of these since I saw Deku’s a few weeks back.” 

“It’s a great concept, really. I love being able to just chat with you guys and shoot the shit about hero stuff. It’s so manly.” Kirishima turns expectantly to the other hero sitting to his right, whose hot-headed nature was blatantly obvious by how he was slumped in his chair, squinting slightly at the burning spotlights and clicking cameras. You admire Kirishima’s confidence in forcing Katsuki to say something. “What about you, Bakugo? How’re you feeling tonight?” 

“I’m alright,” he shrugs indifferently. Your breath catches in your throat and you can hear the Dynamight agency’s publicist put his head in his hands. “It’s been a while, so it’s good to see you guys,” he adds with unexpected fondness and you exhale in relief. His eyes meet yours for half a second and he shoots you a wink that makes your knees wobbly. “I saw that save at the bridge collapse last week, Shitty Hair. Pretty decent work.” Kirishima blinks once, twice, and then glances at Denki. Katuski’s blank look narrows into a scowl. “The hell are you looking like that for? I got shit in my teeth or something?”

“No, no. Sorry, man,” Kirishima laughs. “I just wasn’t expecting a compliment from you so early in the show.”

“Yeah, we thought we’d have to booze you up a little more to get you to be nicer,” Denki jokes and he recoils a bit when he’s struck with a molten hot glare from the hero across from him. 

“Whatever you’re about to say, bro, don’t say it,” Kirishima warns and the crackles in Katsuki’s palms gradually dissipate. “But, I’m wondering too. What’s with the good mood?” 

“I guess I feel like playing nice tonight,” he answers cryptically, his gaze flicking over to you again with amusement. You can almost sense the fainting girls falling over each other in the front row. Kirishima’s attention subtly darts over to you and a knowing smirk grows over his face. It was the first time you and Katsuki were at the same press event, since you both thought it was too dangerous to sneak around until now. “But, talk about that bridge save. I don’t think a lot of people know that the guy was wanted by several agencies.”

“Ooh, yeah,” Denki agrees with a quick sip of his drink. He swallows and sets the glass down with a light thud. “He’d been giving us hell for weeks. It's not really the best matchup for a sand villain to be going up against an electric hero.”

“It was the sand villain and his wife, wasn’t it? That chick with the melting Quirk?”

“Yep, they were a nasty couple to deal with,” Kirishima confirms. “I had to keep track of this guy’s damn sand spikes and his wife turning the floor to goop at the same time.”

“Goop is a weird-ass way to put it,” Katsuki points out with obvious distaste. 

“Yeah, but he was a pretty goopy guy.” Chuckles ripple through the audience and you can’t help breaking a smile too at Kirishima’s joke. 

“I think for me, at least,” Denki adds, “the biggest pain was the fact that they were married, and they had, like, marriage telepathy or something.”

“Bro, I thought that was just me! Here I was, thinking that I’d incapacitated one and split them from the other, when bam! Both of them appear in front of me like a damn genie.” 

“You ever have to deal with villain couples, Bakubro?”

“Nah, not recently. We’ve been doing a lot of big raids on all the crime families downtown.” He flexes his right bicep and pulls back the sleeve of his shirt to show a gnarly purple spot growing on his skin. “Got this little beauty three days ago from a neo-Hassaikai asshole.” You're not fazed by the ugly shade of the wound because you were the one who stitched up the...less visible results of the raid.

“Jeez, man,” Denki says in disbelieving awe at his friend’s injury. “If you ever need backup, we’d love to do a team up with you.” 

“I think I’d rather die–”

“My agency would also love to team-up with you,” Kirishima interjects before Katsuki can finish his thought. The heart rate monitor of his publicist begins to rapidly beep behind you. “We can have a threeway team-up! That’d be pretty cool, don’t you guys think?” 

“What if we all just merged into one big super agency? Like a big family?”

“That sounds like the stupidest shit–” Again, Kirishima cuts off Katsuki’s brash protests and saves them from being taken off the air.

"That would be so awesome."

“Would that mean we’d have to get pro-hero partners, too? Keep hero work in the family?”

“I think Salonpas would have heart palpitations if we said we were trying to keep hero work within the family,” Katsuki points out and his friends nod in agreement. “On another fuckin’ note, that Half-and-Half idiot keeps hogging the number two spot and it pisses me off.” Though you didn’t often encounter Todoroki while you were on patrol, you knew that he was adamant about keeping work life and family life separate. It made him even more of a dedicated hero and a recent bust of a notorious crime ring bumped him into the number two spot over Dynamight for that month. You didn’t hear the end of it from Katsuki. 

“He and Deku just work really efficiently, Bakubro.”

“I can efficiently slam both their skulls into a–”

“You know what would solve that problem?” Denki butts in unceremoniously, covering up his harsh words for a third time. Katsuki grunts in response and the lightning-decorated hero gives him enthusiastic finger-guns. “Combining and making a family agency.”

“What are the chances that Sero would want to join too?”

“Probably pretty high,” Kirishima guesses. “He’s at my place every other week, anyway, so he’s basically my brother.”

“Alright, maybe this could actually work, then. I just need to find a smoking hot hero wife.”

“That’ll probably be the hardest part, buddy–”

“What about Bakugo?” You stiffen and the three guys turn their attention to a voice calling out from the audience. Speaking during the interviews was strictly prohibited until the question and answer section, but getting Katsuki’s attention was a surefire way to derail the entire episode.

“The fuck do you mean, what about Bakugo? Who the fuck said that?”

"Dude, just ignore them."

“Can’t be a family agency if Bakugo never gets into relationships,” the same nasally, irritating voice argues and your face feels like it’s been set on fire. Kirishima’s attention jumps to you for a moment and then back to his friend, whose palms are starting to spark like fireworks. “Do you just get no bitches, or something?” The audience gasps and security finally arrives to escort the disturbance out of the building. The director is ready to stop the cameras and jump to a commercial break, but Katsuki speaks before he can order the sound crew to cut the mics. To everyone’s surprise, his voice is nothing but amusement, like the insinuation didn’t bother him in the slightest. 

“You think I don’t get into relationships?”

“Bakugo…”

“It’s alright, Pikachu. I really don’t give a shit about whatever that guy said,” Katsuki reassures his friend with a sly glint in his eye. His friends watch him warily, like a grenade on the verge of exploding. Once again, burning red eyes meet yours with a single question that you answer with a resolute nod. “I’m not gonna blow up, so stop looking like that. Really, I don’t care.”

“Why not?” A tense beat of silence passes, then–

“I thought you people knew that I’m married.” A shit-eating grin spreads across your husband’s face as gasps of shock burst from the audience. Kirishima and Denki both shake their heads in exasperation. They knew already, of course, but they didn’t expect him to reveal his relationship status as a result of a heckler. “Yep, going on a year and a half, now. Around five years together total coming this winter.” More collective cries of jealousy, surprise, and betrayal shake the building’s foundation. "If you don't believe me, ask these guys."

"Yeah, we were at the wedding, too. It's hard to keep it a secret when all of your friends are also high-profile heroes."

“Can you guys believe that he fell in love during the winter?” Denki’s thumb juts out toward his friend, who frowns at the mere mention of cold weather.

“I fucking hate the winter,” he grumbles. 

“We know, man,” Kirishima says sympathetically, unsuccessfully hiding a chuckle. “You’ve been saying that since high school.”

“Yeah, and shit hasn’t changed,” Katsuki bites back with lighthearted indignance. “Look, they saved my ass when it was cold; how was I not supposed to fall in love with them?” To your delight, his complexion has turned a slightly darker shade of pink. “Yeah, I love them. What about it, asshats?”

“Is this a bad time to bring up the family agency again?”

“Let’s go to commercial before I blow this fucking chair to pieces.”

if you enjoy my writing and would like to support me, you can buy me a coffee on my ko-fi! you can also check out my full masterlist here :)

[spencerslover-blog]

I just don't wanna miss you tonight and I don't want the world to see me 'cause I don't think that they'd understand, when everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am.

[yoomiwritingstuff]

as soon as you knew that the heroes have won the hard-fought battle, you've wasted no time to run and find bakugo just so you could tightly wrap your arms around his waist and cry against his chest.

he pretends to be disgusted by the snot that drips down your nose and voices his irritation about the onslaught of your tears that wets his costume. deep down you and bakugo know that he would have been acting the same way if it wasn't for the semblance of pride he thinks he needs to maintain in front of his peers and the adults around (no one would've fault him if he had acted like a man starved towards you)

you were there every step of the way when it came to bakugo's recovery. he was as stubborn as a mule, wanting to be in top shape as soon as possible. you've scolded him a few times to take it easy but he always reasons that being the number one hero means getting little to no rest. you just roll your eyes every time, a smile slipping into your expression when he gives you that massive grin he usually sports on his face.

one night when you and bakugo were laying cramped side by side on his hospital bed, you tried explaining the undescribable pain you felt when you saw him die on the field and later on be brought to life again with the help of the pro heroes. he listens quietly, interlocking your fingers together as he softly caresses your hand. you feel him nuzzle his face on your temple. he says nothing afterwards, allowing the comfortable silence to surround you two. you sigh shakily and close your eyes when he puts his lips on your forehead and it stays there until you begin to fall sleep.

bakugo wasn't an outright romantic but he sure has his moments. as soon as he was allowed to be outside, he took you to ua in the middle of the night, dressed in your uniforms, into the classroom where you and him met for the first time (courtesy of aizawa because bakugo kept pestering the poor guy until he agreed to help) and without missing a beat, shared an earphone with you and started playing a song.

you could faintly hear ‘iris by goo goo dolls’ in your ear, a music you've come to like upon stumbling on accident (you mentioned to him way before you guys were together how you'd kill for someone to dedicate it for you) and you were left gazing softly at bakugo as he guides your hands to wrap around his neck and effortlessly lead you around the dimly lit room, waltzing without a care about the world around you. you see him mouthing the lyrics as he stares at you with reverence and you feel your legs wobble and your lips start to shake as you fight the overwhelming emotion to cry once again in front of him.

he lightly chuckles at your reaction and leans into your space so he could envelope you with his warmth.

“i thought i wouldn't be able to see you again,”

you hear him whisper against your free ear.

“i gave it my all to come back to you.”

with his words, you allowed yourself to break down right in his arms as he lovingly whispers everything he wished to say to you.

“bakugo katsuki, you have to swear to me you'll stay with me forever or else.”

“you'll never lose me again, sweetheart. i'll be here with you no matter what, i promise.”

a/n: i'm so glad my king explosion murder god dynamight kacchan survived

[iris-honey-bee]

Captain price x younger partner mood board

She is ofc of an age that is not iffy, she’s a grown adult!

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Colour theory (fluff)

Luke Castellan x gn!reader fluff

Prompt: Luke comes into your cabin at night for some cuddles... and to discuss eye colours

My first PJO post, im excited and i hope you like it!

Requests are open, dont be shy :)

Masterlist

You drowsily blinked open your eyes, the moon light was shining into the cabin. It was late at night, noone was up yet. You could hear the soft breathing of your cabin mates. You turned around with a sigh and pulled the blanket over your shoulder, closing your eyes again.

There was a quiet knock on the window where your bed was placed under. You opened your eyes again and pushed yourself up from the matress. You huffed but leaned up to peak out of the window.

A soft smile grew on your face as you sat up on your knees to unlock the window and slowly open it to avoid making noises. After all, you didnt want to wake your cabin mates. Or attract any cantankerous harpies.

The window squeaked quietly when you slowly opened it. The window sill made a slight cracking noise when Luke stepped on it.

You offered your hand and he grabbed it tight when he carefully climbed into your cabin. He was just in his camp halfblood tshirt, grey sweatpants and socks, carrying his sneakers in one hand.

He gently stepped on your bed, holding your hand for support and put his shoes on the floor once he was inside. You leaned up to lean against his shoulders after he sat on your bedside.

"Hey." You murmured. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed your nose. You scrunched it and Luke continued to pepper your face with kisses for a few moments which made you giggle. "Hey." He whispered back finally.

"Thought I would come around." He whispered and you lifted the blanket up for him to slip under it next to you. Luke fell onto the matress next to you and wrapped his arms around you. "Thats nice." You chuckled quietly as you rubbed your eyes.

You sunk back into your pillow with a heavy sigh and pulled Luke closer to you. He leaned up and rested his head on your chest.

You smiled widely and combed your hand through his hair, hair strands running between your fingers. "How are you?" You asked whispering. Luke only hummed and you thought he was too close to sleeping to give you a proper answer but then he whispered against your skin.

A warm summer breeze blew through the open window, carrying the smell of grass and salty water from the lake into the cabin. Luke sighed relaxed and inhaled the fresh air, his fluffy hair tingeling your chin.

"Tired." He grumbled softly. "How come?" You asked concerned while you brushed one of his curls from his forehead. Luke sighed slightly annoyed and buried himself deeper into your body. "Cabin is loud. We got a lot of newbies." He groaned quietly.

Luke often complained about the Hermes cabin being overcrowded. Which was true, it were too many people to an extend where you couldnt get out at night because the floor was covered in sleeping campers during the night.

Luke always got a lot on his plate with keeping his cabin in track, making sure they all arrive at the meals on time and finding a place for everyone to sleep. It got onto him sometimes, it wasnt a rare thing that he sometimes joined you in bed in the middle of the night. He was always craving your comfort and touch and sometimes it just got too much.

"Im proud of you, ya know?" You whispered while you gently rubbed Luke's shoulder muscles. The blond boy groaned in pain but leaned closer. You laughed quietly, massaging his hard muscles.

"Come on." You nudged his thigh with your leg and he pushed himself up to lay down between your legs to rest his head on your chest. You scooted a little more in the middle of the bed, which was barely enough for two people but it was sufficient. It was a good excuse to initiate some cuddling, when the two of you first started dating.

Your boyfriend exhaled calmly. "I like the kids. But sometimes its just too much." He whispered, you leaned down to see that his eyes were half-closed. He smiled at you lazily as you got back to rubbing his shoulder muscles.

"I know you like your kids. But you are allowed to feel overwhelmed. You got a lot to manage and you are doing a great job. Hell, i dont know how i would manage to make sure that a whole army of kids is kept fed." You chuckled into his hair. Luke leaned up to kiss your clavicel as it was right next to him.

"Thank you." He whispered back. There was a faint blush on Luke's cheeks and you took a moment to admire his beauty. His dreamy blue eyes were slightly glazed over but he smiled at you softly.

"I love your eyes." You whispered and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Luke smiled widely and propped his head up on his hands, looking up at you.

"One of the new kids said the colour is called 'old world blue' because it has a little yellow around the pupil." You hid your laugh behind your hand to not wake your cabin mates.

"I see. Maybe an Iris kid?" You suggested, still snickering lightly. Luke nodded eagerly. "Absolutly. She ran around the camp all day, telling people their eye colours. Did you know that Mr. D's eyes are not actually grape purple? They are indigo."

You smiled at Luke's excitement. "No, i was unaware." You chuckled. Luke layed back down and relaxed against your touch. His weight felt good on our body, it kept you grounded and helped you relax your own body. "You have to introduce me to her, i would love to find out what my eye colour is."

"I will. But no matter what colour it is, you are always beautiful." Luke whispered sheepishly. You laughed at how adorable he was behaving. "Thank you, my love." You snickered.

"Old world blue... that's my favorite colour ever now." You whispered into his hair. It was quiet for a few seconds before Luke mumbled back.

"I wonder what my new favorite colour will be."

[ynbabe]

The Flash x male!reader :- pt.1 incorrect quotes

Barry: I just watched Y/N jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, he wasn't hurt that badly. But the whole time, Caitlyn was screaming for help, which caused Cisco to run in to help Y/N. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six seconds.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Cisco: Made you all playlists! Cisco: Y/N, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Cisco: Caitlyn, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Cisco: And Barry has the ABBA Gold album.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Caitlyn, being serious: Which country has the most birds? Caitlyn: Portu-geese! Barry: That's a language. Caitlyn: Portu-gull? Barry: Good recovery. Cisco: I think you mean good re-dovery. Y/N: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Barry: That's ridiculous, Y/N doesn't have a crush on me. Cisco: Yes he does. Caitlyn: Yes he does. Y/N: Yes I do.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Barry: Question, how difficult would it be to bowl in a bee suit? Caitlyn: Not that hard, I don't think, as long as you can move. Y/N: I'd assume as hard as it is to bowl in a maid outfit. Y/N: Wouldn't be any harder, but you'd get some WEIRD looks. Cisco: Are. Are you speaking from experience. Y/N: No! Y/N: Y/N: ....Maybe.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Cisco: *Gasp* Caitlyn: wHAT?? Cisco: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish? Caitlyn: *inhales* Y/N, in another room with Barry: Why can I hear screeching?

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Caitlyn: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Cisco: Eyy, homie! Barry: But then there's cootie... Y/n: Die.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Caitlyn: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems. Cisco: Weight loss? Drink water. Barry: Clear skin? Drink water. Y/N: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━���━━━━━

Y/N: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Barry and I are dating. Barry, Iris, Caitlyn, and Cisco: *gasp* Y/N: Barry, why are you surprised?!

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Barry: Look guys, I need help. Cisco: Love help? Caitlyn: Financial help? Iris: Emotional help? Y/n: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Y/n* Y/n: What?

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Iris: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Caitlyn: Maybe a bit tipsy? Cisco: Drunk. Y/n and Barry, dumbass speedsters: Dead.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

*The gang's thoughts on stabbing* Caitlyn: Would never stab anyone. Barry: Would stab someone in retaliation. Cisco: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first. Iris: Would stab without warning. Y/N: Would stab as a warning.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Caitlyn: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Barry, Y/N, and Cisco: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Y/n: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. Barry: But don't you hate yourself. Y/n: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Barry: I have a problem. Y/n: Kill it. Barry: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Barry: What are you eating? Y/n: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty. Barry: I like you, don't I?

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Y/n: *Kicks the door open to Barry’s room, looking panicked* Barry, used to this already: What did you do?! Y/n: NOBODY DIED! Barry, not used to this: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

[perelka-l]

I spent last few days wondering about Drayton having a vibe of a disgraced prince and corset wearing was a natural conclusion.

[dollywony]

unfair - m.w/j.h

pairing: mike x reader & one-sided jane x reader

summary: the crumbled polaroid on the ground revealed the truth and some feelings.

a/n: aahh im so sorry for not updating!!! school and life has been so draining :( ive gotten so rusty with writing so i hope this isn’t horrible 😕

warnings: cheating, cursing, angst.

wc: 1k

It was 3:27 am. Who was ringing your door like a fucking mad man?

Grumbling, you got yourself up and pushed it open. To your sudden satisfaction, it was your boyfriend, Mike.

Widening your eyes, you questioned the lanky boy who had been standing out in the rain, fully drenched. That wasn’t the only thing that stood out to you though.

His eyes, bloodshot red while his nose was a furious shade of vermillion.

“Mike, what are you doing here?” You asked, as you ushered him into your house.

Sniffling he followed you in. Ushering off to get a towel for him, he held your wrist firmly.

Giving him a look of confusion and worry, he began to speak, not before immediately crying.

Not caring if you got wet, you pulled him into a hug and tried your best to comfort him. Whispering “it’s okay” and “you know I’m here” repeatedly into his shivering figure.

A few minutes went by before Mike spoke up.

“Y/n-“ Mike choked up, bursting into tears once again.

“Mike? What is it?”

You were met with no reply, the sounds of Mike’s sobs echoing through your ears again.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Mike finally let out, slowly letting his head hang low.

What exactly was he sorry for? You were sure he had done nothing wrong from what you knew.

“Sorry about what?”

Wordlessly, Mike fished something out of his pocket. A crushed up polaroid hit the ground.

Picking said polaroid up, your look of confusion turned into a fury of different emotions. It was at a party of some sort you guessed. Mike was against the walls, arms wrapped around some girl while hers were upon his chest, making out.

You were silent.

Nothing ran through your head. You tried to convince yourself that he was just caught off guard, maybe even set up but no. The look on Mike's face gave it away. It wasn’t like he was surprised, no. He looked like himself.

The image looked normal. Well, minus the fact that your boyfriend was making out with another girl.

He had done the one thing he had promised he would never have done.

Cheat on you.

Mike turned his head away, trying to somehow shove his shame away. Trying to somehow ignore the scene upon him. Trying to somehow, somehow believe this all is a nightmare come alive.

Mike's pleads and apologies haven’t even made it through your ears. They all seemed like empty, useless words.

Feeling the warm sensation of your tears streaking your pained face, you think of how minutes earlier you were wiping away the tears of who you believed loved you.

You bring your hand up as an attempt to wipe your tears away. They were useless, the ugly sobs stuck in your throat erupting and making you a mess. Your knees grew weak and gave up on you.

Tossing the polaroid to god knows where, you just cry. You just fucking cry.

It felt like hours, but when you look up to distinguish the time, only five minutes had gone by. Five minutes of the two of you crying had gone by.

“Mike, please leave.” Your voice comes out croaky. You were surprised that you could compose a sentence without breaking down again.

“Y/n-“

“Mike.”

Mike's face contorts from frustration to helplessness. But, he accepts your decision. He knew the mental message you sent him. The message that you couldn’t say right now. Not verbally.

Mike wants to fight with you, at least to try and get you back but he knows he’s lost.

He’s lost you.

Shamefully, Mike picks the tear stained polaroid and shoves it in his back pocket and heads for the front door.

“You know Y/n. I really still love you. I really fucking do.”

The sound of your door clicking had released the new streams of tears you tried so hard to push back.

Words couldn’t explain how you felt. You felt a mixture of multiple emotions. The feeling of nausea came to you, though you felt no need to regurgitate.

Through the door, Mike can hear your muffled, anguished sobs. He can hear the low whimpers you let out. He can practically feel the emotions radiating off you through the door.

Walking back to the black vehicle, he slams the door shut.

“You didn’t have to make me do that, you know.” Mike grumbles to his friend.

“Y/n had a right to know.” Jane scoffs.

“But you could have kept it a secret!” Mike exclaimed with frustration.

Mike was right. Jane could have kept it a secret but she didn’t.

She loved you too much.

“Y/n’s my best friend. I’m doing what’s best for her and you.”

“And I thought we agreed it would be for the best if she didn’t know?”

Staying silent, Jane doesn’t say anything. Sure, she agreed at first once seeing the unknown female in his bed but she didn't understand.

Why did you choose Mike?

Why not her?

Why was it Mike out of all people?

Jane had probably loved you the moment you guys became friends. Your bubbly personality, your smile, the way your eyes light up at the mention of cherries and penguins.

She loved you so much but why was it Mike that had won your frail, delicate heart over?

Jane knew she was selfish. She knew she was selfish for making Mike tell Y/n about his scandalous behavior but she didn’t care. She knew Y/n would take it horribly but she couldn’t hold the lies in any longer.

“Shut up Mike, it was your fault anyways.” Jane grumbles as she starts to drive to the Wheelers residence.

Even though as hard as Jane tried to ignore it, she knew that deep down Mike was Y/n’s and Y/n was Mike’s. No matter what happened. At the end of the day either one of you would run back.

And she fucking hated it.

[stormy-blossom]

Not PLA centered but I have some of them on here so- Happy 2nd anniversary to one of my favorite games Pokémon Legends Arceus! So many of the characters in that game quickly became favorites (Especially Volo-)

[irisintheafterglow]

if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom

summary: the strawhats are summoned back to baratie so sanji can cook for a high-class diner. they can't figure out why zoro is so nervous. (opla!zoro x you)

wc: 2k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of food and eating, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart, doll, lover, pretty), spoilers if you squint, sanji being himself and zoro having absolutely none of it

note: this was requested by an anon a few weeks ago and i finally got around to writing it!! every time i write for zoro, i have a new favorite fic i've made because he's just so fun to write for. hope you enjoy!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

“You know, they’re a lot hotter in person.”

“Shut your mouth, waiter, or I’ll skewer it closed,” he mutters with palpable distaste. Another swig of rum burns down his throat and, for the first time that the crew can remember, Zoro seemed nervous. It wasn’t obvious, but they’d sailed long enough to know that he never stopped surveying a room for threats, no matter how familiar he was with it. Today, though, the only thing that took his attention was the rim of his glass and he was subtly avoiding the eyes of the crew’s target. “This is the dumbest idea you’ve had in a long time.” 

“Thank you for your input, Zoro. I will, however, be belaying it,” his captain replies brightly, unfazed by the blank expression of his first mate. The uneasy faces of his crew only makes him beam more, giddily excited for the anticipated challenge. “C’mon, guys. We’ll be fine. They just need to see how awesome we are and they’ll totally give us a new sail!”

“Loud, loud, too loud,” Zoro warns in response to the increasing volume of Luffy’s voice. They were already causing enough of a scene, as is, and he damn sure didn’t want other guests looking in their direction. To make matters worse, the amount of alcohol in the table’s bottle was dwindling too quickly for comfort. 

“Hey, if we’re lucky,” Usopp offers, “we might just get a whole ship. You know, maybe one that Captain Usopp can command as the second ship in the Straw Hat fleet.”

“You think we’ll get a whole fleet?”

“Hell yeah. Maybe, we can all captain our own ships–”

“Alright, let’s get our heads out of the clouds,” Nami cuts in. “We still need to figure out how we’re going to get over there, in the first place. And just for the record, I’m with Zoro on this one.” 

“First time for everything,” he deadpans. She smartly elects to ignore his sarcasm and continues to argue why the plan is a bad idea. The call from Zeff came at an opportune time and during an unfortunate situation when the Merry sailed straight into a torrential thunderstorm that ripped the main sail clean down the middle. Despite their best efforts to patch it up, it was beyond repair; with the Marines constantly on their tail, having a working sail was a matter of survival. Zeff’s reluctant summons for Sanji to cook for a special guest provided a means to buy a new sail and have a little extra spending money. But, in his wildest dreams, Zoro could not have predicted that the special guest was you. The smug look on the chef’s face snaps him out of his thoughts. “Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen, waiter?”

“Shouldn’t you be downing the rest of this bottle, drunk?”

“I’ll smash this damn bottle on your head, I swear–”

“No, no. Zoro has a point,” Luffy agrees. Sanji gives him an odd look and he quickly realizes what his statement insinuated. “Not about smashing the bottle on your head. We need you to bring them your food so then I can go over and talk with them.”

“You don’t think I can charm them on my own?” 

“Don’t look so aghast, blondie,” Zoro answers and receives a knife-sharp glare in response. “This is not someone who will entertain your theatrics.”

“How would you know anything about them, hmm? I believe you’re a little too dead inside for their liking,” Sanji baits and Zoro’s on the verge of biting before Nami steps in again. 

“Sanji, get in the kitchen. Let’s just get the money and get out of here.” Zoro silently thanks her in his head for effectively ridding the chef of the table for the time being. His gratitude turns into a grimace when she turns to him expectantly. “You’re gonna hate me for asking–”

“Then don’t ask,” he finishes. She doesn’t relent. 

“How do you know them? It seems like you’re nervous about being here, but we’ve never met them before as a crew.” Hitting the damn nail on the head. “So, you must’ve met them when you were still hunting down pirates. Am I right?” He grumbles an unreadable response, but the slightly pink shade of his face tells the table everything they need to know. “You’re terrible at covering up secrets.”

“I don’t remember asking.”

“Ah, you’ve got him on the run, now. He’s deflecting,” Usopp chuckles, immediately shutting up when Zoro shoots him a deadly scowl. He hated that all of them were right and would never admit it to save his life. After all this time, seeing you still made his heart rate skyrocket and cause his hands to clam up with boyish nervousness. You were just as beautiful as the last time he saw you, instances that were too few and far between for his own liking. Your father would have a fit if he saw you in such an unregulated environment as Baratie, but he knew that you were safe. As long as you breathed the same oxygen, he vowed no harm would come to you. 

“I met them when I first started hunting,” he admits and the words felt wrong on his tongue. Every nerve in his body was telling him to stop revealing his relationship to you. It didn’t matter if he’d almost died surrounded by his crew; his connection to you was sacred and something he was going to take to his grave. It was mostly for your safety, the late-night sneaking out and stolen displays of affection. In another life, he wouldn’t have to hide you from other hunters that wanted to see him fall. “Their father is a captain in the Marines. When I first met them, they were training with Mihawk. Their father wanted them to be the most feared Marine in the seas.” The jaws of his friends fell to the table and he knew how wild it sounded, a legacy Marine trained by a pirate lord. “But, Mihawk taught them more tricks than just swordfighting and their father fired him on the spot.”

“He taught them sympathy for pirates,” Nami concludes and he nods. “Why are you so shifty around them?” He shrugs half-heartedly and tries to make it look like his face wasn’t on fire.

“Just haven’t seen them in a while,” he states, zeroing in on the blonde asshole waltzing to you with a plate. Your surrounding guards stiffen, hands flying to the weapons at their belts. You, however, roll your eyes and tell them to stand down. He knew you hated going out with security because they were always watching, watching, watching. “Eyes up. The waiter’s making a move.” 

A strange sense of nausea washes over him as he watches you smile politely at Sanji, laughing softly at his jokes and kindly nodding as he explains the dish to you. You trust them, Zoro keeps telling himself. That waiter doesn’t stand a fucking chance. All the reassurances don’t stop his gut from churning when Sanji does his signature lean-down-and-whisper-suggestively into your ear. To his surprise, however, you don’t immediately meet the chef’s eyes. Your attention flicks to Zoro, instead, with a look that he knows all too well. 

Please get me out of this. 

Despite the protests of the table, he’s standing in an instant and walking with his hands on his swords like your guards didn’t even exist. His sight becomes tunnel-vision on nothing but you and he bypasses your guards with ease. Your shoulders relax when he stations himself protectively behind you, much to the confusion of the chef in front of you. As subtle as he can, he rests his hand on the back of your chair, inching closer until he’s just barely touching your shoulder. It’s small, but speaks wonders for his presence. 

“Zoro,” you murmur without looking up, your fingertips brushing against his knuckles. Your touch on his skin after so much time away feels electric.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Sanji stiffens at the term of endearment so easily leaving Zoro’s mouth and you can sense the boost it does for his ego. “Whatcha got there?”

“My new friend was just telling me about the dish he made. He said he crafted it especially for me, with his own hands,” you inform him with a sly sparkle in your eye. His jaw clenches unconsciously. You knew exactly what was going on in Zoro’s mind and he knew it, too. “Apparently, he can work wonders with his hands,” you remark casually and you can hear the chair crack under the force of the swordsman’s hand gripping it. To your delight, Sanji’s face has also taken on a slightly darker shade of red at how crassly you echo his suggestion. And in front of his rival, no less.

“Was he, now?” His tone is lethal and it sends goosebumps up your arms. “Well, it best be time for him to get back in the kitchen, no?”

“Mmm, but he said he had a proposal for me–”

“I had one for you too, though I did ask you in a much finer establishment than this one.” You can’t help the smirk that spreads on your face and you have to look to the side to keep from laughing aloud. Zoro’s jealousy was rearing a very indignant head; you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it a little hot. “Got that stone on your left hand to prove it.” Sanji’s eyes darted to the band wrapped around your finger, a ring that looked suspiciously like the one hanging from a chain around Zoro’s neck. “Give us some time alone, yeah?” His question becomes rhetorical as he pulls out a chair next to you and tugs your seat closer until you can cross your leg across his. His palm rests possessively over your thigh and the chef gapes for a few moments more before turning back to the kitchen. 

“That goes for all of you, please,” you order your guards without looking at them, absentmindedly tracing Zoro’s jawline with the back of your pointer finger. “Take my bag and buy however many drinks you want. I’m safe,” you state with absolute certainty. Once they’re gone, all you see, feel, and know is him.

“Hi,” he breathes.

“Hi,” you smile just as softly. “What’re you doing in a place like this?”

“I can ask you the same question, pretty.” His eyes shine with nothing but adoration. You forgot just how much you missed him.

“Took a detour to prolong my time at sea. I didn’t want to go home just yet.”

“Your old man’s being an ass again?”

“You know how he is,” you reply. “Why are you here?”

“Believe it or not, that blonde shithead is my crewmate. We’re here to get some extra Berry for a new sail.”

“Sail, hmm? I always knew you had a little pirate in you,” you tease and he sticks his tongue out immaturely. “Heard you fought my esteemed mentor. I don’t know what the hell you were thinking.”

“You don’t think I can beat him?”

“I don’t think I can fathom what will happen if you don’t,” you say quietly, swallowing a lump in your throat. “Don’t do any dumb shit, okay?”

“You’re acting as if I’m already leaving you again.” 

“Aren’t you?” Your smile is sad and it makes his chest ache. When he beat Mihawk and killed your bastard father, he was going to give you the life that you deserved. 

“Not yet,” he promises. “I don’t wanna go yet.”

“I don’t want you to go, either. How much do you need for that sail?” He gives you a number and you don’t even blink. You just nod and reach into your coin purse, fishing around and deciding to just give him the entire pouch. “Will that cover it?”

“Doll–”

“It’s a yes or no question, husband,” you say with lighthearted sternness. He shakes his head in exasperation but can’t hide the grin painting his features. 

“Yes, lover. It’s more than enough.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and you hum in contentment. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Of course. D’you mind introducing me to the rest of your crew besides the flirty waiter?”

if you enjoy my writing and would like to support me, you can buy me a coffee on my ko-fi! you can also check out my full masterlist here :)

[maybe-limerence]

Royal Enchantment Academy pt. 2

Pairing: GN! Moth fae! Darling x Yandere! Flower folk

A/N: I know this is super late, but I’m back. I’ll attempt to stick to my word of being back. Also, should I give the flower folk actually names?

Darling facts: Moth darling is freakishly tall (mentioned in poppy part) and shy (mentioned in all parts).

Trigger warnings: manipulation (iris), light smut (lily), MILD! self hatred (peony), violence (poppy). Hibiscus does no wrong, let’s all say thank you hibiscus.

Iris (He/They)

wisdom, hope, trust, and valor

Iris loves you. So so much. He’s such a gentleman, holding doors, always sticking up for you, offering to speak for you when you’re struggling to find words. Always doing it with a smile.

Iris’s obsession starts spiraling when you first start going to him, needing him. His tendency to show up out of nowhere becomes common. (of course he wasn’t stalking you! Just trying to keep you safe! Don’t you know it isn’t safe for sweet little moths like you? The world is scary, why not let him accompany you at least?).

Iris definitely feeds into your fear of people, slowly making you more and more dependent on him ‘til you’re basically his pet, never talking to anyone else, too scared. And they thrive on that fact.

“Darling, who was that you were talking to? Don’t you know they hate your kind? No no, it’s not your fault, but I’d suggest you stick with me when talking to them. You know, in case they try to hurt you. I’ll always protect you darling, I love you,”

(Personality Matches for IRIS: sweet, innocent, shy)

Lily (She/Her)

purity, innocence, rebirth, femininity and fertility

Lily and you only interacted once and it was awkward. Both of you are quiet and shy. When you finally stuttered out a compliment, her heart almost burst. Most people thought you were “weird” or “creepy” (you liked the darker parts of life, but that was just because of your species), but Lily found you gorgeous.

That night she couldn’t stop herself from smiling and touching herself, imagining it was your long fingers inside her cunt. She wondered if you would fuck her hard with your cock/strap or if you would make sweet love and oh look she came again!

Lily spiraled into obsession after that night. She always look effortless pretty, but amped it up to gain your attention (which worked but you were too shy to say anything, believing you were too scary for her. Oh if only you knew how badly she craved you). If you two ever, by some miracle, ever got together, be prepared for her constant want to be filled with you, dripping wet and restless. She’ll promise one round and keep going til you’re both passed out.

“P-please, one more round, just one more. We’ll stop after that, I promise. Please? Yes? I love you darling!”

(Personality Matches for LILY: kinky, kind, shy)

Peony (They/Them)

love, honor, happiness wealth, romance, and beauty

Peony was actually a little afraid of you. They found you beautiful, they find everyone beautiful, but they didn’t know you very well.

One day, you silently tapped their shoulder, startling them. They looked at you so scared that you felt disgusted in yourself, but you still gave them their watch. Peony looked incredulously at your gesture, and wanted to thank you, but you had already bolted out of the food court. The realization of their cruelty put them on the verge of tears.

Peony’s slip into obsession was when they saw you the next week (you avoided them for that long, not wanting to be looked at like that again). You looked worn and beat down, but still really pretty. Something about your slightly disheveled appearance sparked a sense to protect you (even though they were the reason you started hating yourself, but shhh don’t tell them that).

“Oh darling, I wish I could make all the bad things go away, then it’d be just you and me. I love you,”

(Personality matches for PEONY: shy, quiet, selfless)

Hibiscus (any/all)

positivity, joy, and cheer

Hibiscus (my favorite !!) is honestly way too nice for his own good, I feel like you were his tutor, considering Hibiscus is… below average intelligence-wise. Hibiscus radiated positive vibes though, even if he has no thoughts in her head. Hibiscus was the first person to hear your laugh. As soon as he heard you let out an unashamed laugh, it was all over. You consume his mind, you live there rent free, good job, you now have a puppy.

But in all honesty, Hibiscus does everything for you, if only to see you happy (like a VERY toned down version of Iris).

Hibiscus’s spiral into obsession was when he first made you laugh even though you both got scolded by the librarian. They always thought you were pretty, just a little gloomy. But when she saw your happy face? God, he felt his heart was going to burst. They cancel plans for you, they take you out on “payments” (dates, basically), if they find something you might like (like a pretty rock or a piece of jewelry) they get it to give to you.

“Hey, look at this book! Oh, you’ve been wanting it for a while but it’s never in stock? I’ll get it for you! Yes, I know I got you a new outfit and some jewelry, so? Awe, you’re worried! It’s nothing, so put that worry out of your head. I love you!”

(Personality Matches for HIBISCUS: shy, smart, patient)

Poppy (He/Him)

sleep and peace

Poppy hated you at first, believing you were giving your species a bad reputation. Fae are supposed to be masters of manipulation and fighting, and you were too… weak. Though, one day, the gym teacher decided to do sparring as a unit. Everyone refused to be pair up with you considering the rumors about your kind and how you towered over everyone. Well, everyone except Poppy.

Poppy took you for a pushover, attempting to land aggressive blows on you, but you dodged and knocked him on his ass. When he tried to get up, you pushed him down so hard the air was knocked out of his lungs. And as he tried to catch his breath, his bitchy girlfriend yelling at you, he couldn’t help but fall in love.

You genuinely thought he hated you considering he often challenged you to fights, which you always said no too. He believed it to be you not wanting to hurt him, which he admired and thought was genuinely sweet of you.

Poppy’s obsession started that day you beat him in gym class, his hatred turning into addiction adoration. When Poppy eventually asks you out, two days after breaking up with his bitch girlfriend, you most likely turn him down, believing him to be making fun of you or want to use you as a relapse or something to get back at his ex. He believes you’re playing hard to get, and he loves that about you.

“C’mon, just one punch? No? Can I at least take you out sometime? Eh, whatever, I still love you.”

(Personality Matches for POPPY: Badass, calm, shy)

[frickingnerd]

herlock as your adoptive father

pairing: herlock sholmes x gn!reader x iris wilson

tags: platonic relationship, found family, platonic iris x reader

you're not herlock's only child! despite neither of you being his biological children, he has adopted both iris and you!

you're the older one, but herlock had iris around for longer than he knew you

herlock hadn't intended to adopt either of you. he took iris in because of her father, while you were an orphan that lived on the street

for quite a while, he called iris and you his roommates and nothing more. but over time, he grew attached to the two of you, without ever mentioning it

only when one of you called him “dad” once did he tear up, trying to hide how happy he was

after that, herlock began to get the papers ready for an adoption. for a few weeks, he didn't mention anything, before he suddenly presented them to you during dinner

herlock tried to play it off as a joke, in case the two of you didn't want to become his family. but neither you nor iris hesitated to sign those papers!

herlock still treats the two of you very casually most of the time. he's not physically affectionate, so he'll only hug you if you initiate it

however, he does talk very proudly about his kids to his friends and coworkers!

and he also likes to joke that women seem more interested in him, now that he's a single dad…

[barnesboo1967]

I read this all in one night and I need more now

I need it more than I need air

I’m waiting so patiently for the next update of Iris. I know it’s going to be a full on roller coaster.

Oh it’s a roller coaster indeed nonny. I’m so glad I finally found it in me to get this thing done and out for you to read. Buckle in for 6k.

Warnings: Jake Seresin x Mitchell Reader. Angst! F-18 training accident. Mentions of harassment & sexual harassment.

As always, the I.R.I.S series is linked here.

“Iris—“ If there was anything that could have put you in a worse mood than you already were, it was the arrogant and agitating tone in Lieutenant White's annoying voice. “You’re with me.” 

“Sorry? Since when?” You frowned as you ran through your pre-flight checks. Unsure as to why you’d be flying double. 

“Since we’re down a few pilots after lunch.” Your dad interrupted as he came to explain the new pairings. “I’m gonna have White fly WOS with you because Scout is out with a reaction to something in the mess hall's food selection.” 

“I don’t fly well with others.” You made a play on words with the term ‘doesn’t play well with others’ that had been thrown at you as of late. “I’m sure rebound would love a backseater to gossip with, Sir.” 

“Unfortunately the pairings have been finalised,  Lieutenant Mitchell.” Your dad sent you a soft smile, knowing you hated this more than he did. “Go do your pre-flight checks for the two maner, you two are up for the first run with Rebound.” 

“Yes Sir, Captain Mitchell Sir.” Deep down you knew it wasn’t your dads fault you’d been paired up with Trash at the last minute—but regardless you still wanted to talk about it. As you snubbed his rank like the brat you could be your hand gesture told Pete the complete opposite. He watched as you stood before him, rubbing your fist over your chest. It was something the two of you had always done when words couldn’t be spoken. A silent ‘We’ll talk about this later, I’m sorry.’ 

Pete Mitchell wasn’t sure he’d ever been a great dad. But when you came along he knew he’d do just about anything to protect you. He smiled back at you, his daughter, and mimicked your movements. 

“Hop to it.” He ordered before he turned around and headed on over to inform Mayhem he’d be flying WSO with Munich. You did as you were told, reluctantly, and made your way over to the fighter jet you’d been newly assigned to. White stayed hot on your tail with his helmet tucked under his arm. 

“Rhodes told me that you two had a bit of a moment just before.” He spoke with a knowing tone, like he had something on you. “Care to share?” 

“Rebounds masculinity is threatened by my ability to get under his skin.” You barely turned your head to acknowledge the aviator that followed you. “He knows I’m better than him, and that scares him.” 

 “You really think that?” White asked as you both made it over to where the F-18 was choked up. “Because I think he has a thing for you.” You nearly gave yourself whiplash as you turned to frown a grimacing look at Trash. 

“Good thing I didn’t ask you for your opinion White.” You scoffed off the direction the conversation you found yourself in was going. “Men—you’re all the same, always thinking with your damn dicks and not your brains.” 

“Lieutenant Mitchell!” Jake's voice made you flinch as he made his way over to where you and White were standing. “A moment?” He asked as he acknowledged White's presence before asking you with a head nod to follow him. Great—this couldn’t get any worse could it. 

“Sure—“ You groaned. Leaving White to finish pre checks by himself as you followed Jake. “I swear if this isn’t professional Seresin—“ 

He’d been in his office just moments before with Rooster trying to talk him down off the ledge. He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t lose you. He loved you. Much to his own dismay. This whole entanglement had become a hell of a lot more than either of you were willing to truly admit. But Jake Seresin had fallen in love with his mentor's daughter. 

“You don’t get to toss me away like that when shit gets a little messy.” Jake hissed through gritted teeth as you stood speechless on the tarmac, just off to the side and out of earshot from anyone. It was just you and Jake. Your Jake. “Now I don’t know if you’ve figured it out yet, because you’re a little self absorbed sometimes, but I actually really like you.” The backhanded compliment landed hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs as you just stood before Jake in his tan service uniform—looking all sorts of flustered and fuckable. “And contrary to popular belief around here? You aren’t just Mavs kid to me! You’re Iris.” Hearing the opposite of what you were told on a daily basis by the man you were falling in love with made the heat in your cheeks rise to new heights. “You’re incredible and fierce and I’ve seen your file and I’ve read your statistics and if you keep flying the way you do against these guys? You’re gonna come out on top.” Speechless—for once in your life you didn’t have something smart to say. But the fact that you looked up at Jake like he was the only man in the world who had ever seen your true value, made his heart skip a beat. “So no, no this—“ Jake waved his arms around a little. “Whatever this is between you and me? Us, exclusively—It isn’t over and I won’t let you run away from this because you think you’re saving me from something, you’re worth any repercussions that come.” 

It really was enough to render you completely speechless for a moment as you just drank in the frazzled nature that was Jake Seresin. Until you felt those all too familiar butterflies in the pit of your stomach ignite. You smiled at him, trying to hide the bashful nature that had overcome you as you reached out to pull him closer by the loop of his trousers. 

No one could see you. Right? Wrong. Because as Jake leaned in to kiss your lips Rebound caught the sight of you in his peripheral vision as he walked on by. He made no attempt to stop the display in front of him from happening, nor did he make his presence known. He simply hit the camera icon on his phone and took a single photo. Capturing the moment your lips pressed to your superiors forever, before he moved along. 

“You don’t grovel?” You finally spoke as you pulled away and put some distance between the two of you, completely unaware of what Rebound had just done. Jake chuckled softly. “And I’ll ruin your life.”

“You gotta be in my life to ruin it first.” Jake was quick to counter before he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Come over tonight, I’ll cook you dinner, and I might even let you do that thing I know you think I like.” 

“I’ll think about it.” You murmured through a grin. “You really are obsessed with me.” It was as teasing as it was truthful. “Aren’t you?” 

“Much to my own dismay, unfortunately I am Lieutenant Mitchell.” Jake held your gaze for a moment as he took in the sight of you. He wanted to say he loved you. He wanted to say those three words in order but they wouldn’t slip past his lips. “I’ll be watching you up there, so put on a pretty show for me.” Jake winked before turning on his heels. Leaving you to go back to work. 

Blissfully unaware that his undisclosed relationship had now leaked out of his own group and into yours. 

“You ready to rock and roll Iris?” Rebound smirked as he looked you up and down like a piece of meat. Like he was undressing you right there with his eyes. “Lieutenant Commander Seresin just giving you a little pep talk, was he?” He teased all knowingly, stepping closer to you as he eyed you off. Quieting his voice as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Or do you stick your tongue down the throats of all your superior officers just to get ahead?” 

It felt like time stood still as you pulled off your check tag. Signalling you’d checked over your fighter jet. There was no way Coen Rebound Rhodes knew about you and Jake. He couldn’t. If he did, you were in serious trouble. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” You tried to hide the panic that rose from the depths of your soul as the realisation set in that Coen had seen you with Jake. Or had he? Maybe he was just bluffing? He surely had to be bluffing to get a rise out of you. 

“I just saw you—“ Rebound trapped you with his arms on either side of your shoulders up against your F-18. “Kissing Seresin.” He smirked to one side of his mouth as you turned your head to the side. Just to get away, just to avert your gaze. Rebound let his forehead rest against your temple as he chuckled. “I was right about you, wasn’t I?” He stopped to inhale your scent. “Daddy's little girl, bet you’ve climbed the ladder this high by that stupid last name of yours and sucking whoever you can get your hands on.” 

It wasn’t anything you hadn’t heard before but something had flipped inside Rebound. His voice was laced with venom. He didn’t have Krod around to keep his head level. Usually the two lived in each other’s pockets but right now they were in separate groups. Leaving you to deal with the unhinged nonsense of Rebounds jealousy and egomaniacal power play. 

“Stop—“ You whispered softly, closing your eyes as tight as you could. “You know nothing.” Rebound had never seen you so scared, so caught up in the moment. He thrived off the way he had you trembling in fear, so much so he slammed his hand against the jet you stood strapped up against just to see you jump. “Ah-“

“Don’t worry Mitchell—“ Rebound snarled as he took your hand in his and guided it between his legs. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He paused to kiss your temple and you flinched when you felt just how hard he was under his flight suit. It made you sick. “So long as I get to see exactly what else that pretty little mouth of yours is good for besides talking shit.” Rebound guided your hand across his hardened and clothed dick as he growled in your ear. “I bet that’s what Hangman thinks too? Isn’t it?” A few weeks ago Rebound would have been right, but your relationship with Jake had evolved since then. “Daddy Mav doesn’t know does he?” 

You couldn’t breathe as you shook your head no in defeat. This was a new low even for Rebound. He chuckled with a wicked smirk plastered on his smug face. He had you on tone. 

 “Well, trust me when I say I have zero hesitation about sending this pretty little picture to all the staff at Miramar.” Rebound let you go as he pushed himself up and away from you, unlocking his phone as he did so to reveal the photo he’d taken only a few short moments ago. “Including Mav—“

“You know I always knew you were a piece of shit Rhodes but even this is a new fucking low for you.” You spat as you tried to keep your tears from showing. “Extorsion and sexual harassment will look awfully disgusting on your discharge papers.” You’d always had a bad feeling about Coen Rebound Rhodes, but this had thrown you for a loop. “You’re meant to be my fucking wingman.” 

“Maybe so—“ Rebound sighed. He was once again looking at you like a piece of meat. “But at least I didn’t fuck my way to where I am, I got here all by myself.” He paused, chuckling as he held your chin. You didn’t dare move, you held your ground. “Unlike some of us.” 

“Woah—“ White's shock echoed inside your head as you turned to see the two of you standing so close and personal. He had no idea you’d just been blackmailed. Like you said before—all men thought with their dicks. “I was just telling Iris I thought you had a thing for her man.” 

“Yeah—yeah you got me man.” Rebound smiled as he moved away from you and walked towards White, patting him on the back three times. “Let’s get these birds in the sky shall we?” 

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you tried to regulate your breathing. In out, in out, in out, as you stood by and watched the two men interact like one of them hadn’t just threatened you, hadn’t just assaulted you. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—“ You sobbed to yourself as your nails dug into your palms for five consecutive seconds. Deciding that’s all the time you were going to allow yourself to freak out. Five seconds, that’s it. “One, two, three, four, five.” You counted under your breath before you shook out of your own head. You had a job to do—you’d deal with this shit heap after your run. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~**

People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret road maps of their own personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most old wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar, but some of them don’t. 

Some wounds we carry with us everywhere, and through the cuts long gone? The pain still lingers. 

“Alright aviators, this is your captain speaking.” You’d all been told during the debriefing before lunch that this afternoon's training session was based on a mission your instructors had undertaken a few years prior. The file you’d been given while Phoenix explained the HOP was titled Uranium 2019. “Time to target is set at three minutes, go over that time limit or exceed an altitude of three hundred feet and you’re out.” Maverick explained as he gained altitude, watching from above as you tailed just behind Rebound. “You’ll fly a pre-programmed route in your Nav systems that simulates the canyon flown.” He continued as you flew to your starting location. “White, Rebound and Iris, are you ready?” 

“As we'll ever be Captain Mitchell.” Rebound spoke confidently through the comms as you and Davie both confirmed the same thing with a simple: 

“Roger.” And “Yes Sir.” 

On the ground, the majority of the Daggers were in the red room, watching on as the newest recruits tried to tackle the same thing they were challenged with a few years prior. For some the mere mention of that mission brought up raw emotions. Like scars that never truly healed. 

“So how’d you go Romeo?” Bradley sighed as he came to stand next to where Jake had been looking out the window for your jet. He’d asked you for a show and you were gonna give him one. “Did you confess your feelings? You unapologetic love for what could be considered my little sister?” Jake scrunched his nose up at that very thought, he’d been so focused on you being Mavs daughter that he hadn’t really stopped to put two and two together that you and Bradley were all each other had in terms of a sibling bond. “Or am I to expect a brooding and broken hearted Hangman from now on?” 

“On your left, Rebound, let's move.” Your voice was barely audible as the little radio commentator in the corner crackled away. 

“I told her she isn’t allowed to quit me because she thinks she’ll ruin my life.” Jake admitted, his eyes never left your jet as you sawed through the sky. “But no, I didn’t tell her I love her, I don’t wanna freak her out at work before a HOP.” 

“Smart.” Bradley crossed his arms over his chest. “Good strategy.” He murmured under his breath. “Phoenix is staring a hole into the backs of our heads.” Nodding Jake chuckled. 

“How’s my ass looking Iris? Drooling yet?” Rebound taunted as you followed him through the pre-programmed route. 

“Yep—“ He popped the P that left his mouth as he refused to turn around. “I can feel the burning, but unfortunately for her my love life and subsequent consequences that may come of that said love life are none of her damn business.” Jake made sure to say it loud enough for Phoenix to hear. She did. And it didn’t take long for her to retaliate with a huff. 

“It’s disgusting! is what it is Hangman, she’s twenty something! and you’re thirty three!” 

“We should increase our speed, Iris.” Trash could be heard as he assessed and observed the flight path and time. “We won’t make it at this speed.” 

“Roosters thirty seven and still sleeps with a night light.” Jake chuckled as he turned around to face Phoenix who stood stern and firm on her belief Jake's relationship with you was wrong. Bradley just scoffed. 

“I do not! It’s a scented wall diffuser!” 

“Hear that Rhodes? Increase your speed, you're holding up traffic back here.” 

“What has that got to do with anything?” Phoenix asked as she frowned up at Jake. All he did was shrug his shoulders. 

“I thought we were just stating facts associated with our age.” Jake was growing tired of the way Phoenix would look at him like he was the scum on the bottom of her shoe. He did however notice that she still sported her ready glasses as she pushed them up the bridge of her nose. So he did what Jake did best when he felt threatened, he went on the defense. “Those glasses make you look indecisive, you should probably change the frames before you have your quarterly review with the admirals.” Phoenix didn’t falter as Jake stepped in her direction, she couldn’t hardly look at him without wanting to throw up. “What are your weaknesses, Lieutenant Commander Trance? Because if me being an easy mark for Mitchell junior worries you so damn much I can’t wait to find out what skeletons you stuff in your closet.” 

“We’re fine, we’ll make up time in the straight, you got somewhere to be Mitchell? With a certain Lieutenant Commander perhaps?” That comment didn’t go unnoticed by your dad who was circling above, watching every move the three of you made like a Hawk. It didn’t go unnoticed by Payback either as he sat by the radio. He slapped at Fanboys chest to get his attention, pointing to the communication radio for him to listen in on too. 

“I don’t have any, I’m just that good.” Phoenix smirked as she watched Jake saunter off over to the lounge. He sat with a groan as his knees cracked. Something you teased him for. Old bones and all. “What exactly do you think Mavs gonna do when he finds out you’ve been sleeping with his daughter?” Phoenix raised a concerned brow, contrary to popular opinion all she did was care about her team, she cared about Jake and didn’t want to see him taken to the slaughterhouse over some school kid crush he was mixing up as full blown love and admiration. “When he finds out the man whore of North Island has tainted his daughter and half the female population here.” 

“Correction—“ Bradley entered the chat once more as he moved back into frame. “He was a man whore Nix, Jake and Iris have this exclusivity clause.” The look Phoenix sent Bradley made his spine go ridged before she shook her head and held the bridge of her nose in disbelief. 

“What’s he on about?” Davie asked as panic rose in your chest. “Shut the fuck up.” You muttered back. “Increase your damn speed or I’m taking over.” 

“You’re a fucking idiot Jake, wake up to yourself!” 

“Go fuck yourself Natasha! Or find someone else to do it because I’ve just about had it up to here with you sticking your nose all up in my relationship!” 

“Oh how I’d love to see you try sunshine.” Rebound smirked under his mask as he slightly increased his speed, so did you. But only so you could stay hot on his tail while you waited for an opportunity to pass. “Wouldn’t mind getting a good look at your ass.” 

“Okay okay that’s enough—“ Bob finally intervened from where he’d been eating his late lunch. He wasn’t all that hungry after finding out about Jake’s most recent conquest. He’d finally managed to stomach a peanut butter sandwich. “Both of you.” He warned firmly. “Nat, I know you worry but Jakes a big guy—let him lick his own wounds when he realizes playing with fire is a bad idea and Jake? Just because you think you know what you’re doing doesn’t give you the right to dismiss others' concerns, be honest—you surely can’t think anything good comes out of whatever you and Lieutenant Mitchell think you are to each other, right?” 

The silence was deafening, all that could be heard was the mundane radio chatter happening in the background between you and Trash and Rebound as you ran your course. Jake took a deep breath and balled his fists. He’d told Bradley earlier how he felt but with what felt like the world against him? He felt he needed to make his intentions clear to everyone who stood in the rec room. 

“That’s enough Lieutenant Rhodes, inappropriate misconduct won’t be tolerated.” Maverick reminded the cocky pilot flying lead as he observed and tried to stay out of the situation as much as possible. He knew you could fight your own battles, but even this was overstepping the line. Pete would have stepped in for  any pilot. 

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” He said with eyes closed. Pretending it was you he was admitting his true feelings to. “She’s the most incredible person I’ve ever known and I know I don’t have the best track record, but I love her. Genuinely love her, so much that if it came down to choosing her or the navy?” You could have heard a pin drop in the silence. “I’d turn my wings in tomorrow.” Fuck. 

“I’m sick to death of your inability to understand that I’m a better pilot than you!” The tighter the turns you took, the more intense the force of gravity was on your body. It multiplied. You could feel it compressing your lungs, you could feel it forcing the blood from your brain—impairing your judgment and reaction time. But you could handle it. What you couldn’t handle was Rebound. “Fucking child!”

“We just wanna make sure you know what you’re heading towards, I know you’ve heard it a dozen times by now, but we aren’t kidding when we say Mav is going to delete your entire existence from this earth if you don’t quit while you’re ahead.” Bob argued although he respected Jake's feelings, something most of the time he thought he wasn’t capable of feeling. 

“Lieutenant Mitchell, remember what the Admirals agreed upon when allowing you to rejoin this group of aviators.” Your dad felt that it was necessary to remind you now before you took things too far. 

“Guys?” Mickey tried to gain the group's attention as he listened in on the communications radio that was starting to pick up some concerning issues unfolding. His voice was drowned out in the forefront of Jake impending doom. 

“You might be right, but I think I can take Mav.” Jake puffed his chest a little as Rooster rolled his eyes and caught the distressed look on Fanboys face. 

“Hey guys—“ 

“Yeah right.” Phoenix countered through a laugh of her own. It was laced with disappointment. “He’s gonna put you in the ground.” 

“Guys!” Mickey shouted. “Somethinga wrong, listen.” He snapped, silencing the group who were so concerned about arguing over Jake's mental status that they had completely drowned out the chaos that was happening in the sky. 

“Give me the binoculars.” Jake hissed as he stood, he snatched them off the table close to where the lounge had been before he settled in to set you in his line of sight. “What’s going on up there?”

“Increase your speed Rebound! We’re falling behind!” Your voice could be heard as clear as day as Bradley turned up the volume on the radio. “We need to move faster!” 

“We’re not gonna make it.” White added. “Recommending an increase to five hundred knots with an altitude of two eighty five for good measure.” 

“I’m taking over, we’re gonna get caught in his jet wash or go over three minutes if we don’t.” You explained as you started to pull up on your throttle. Gaining altitude but remaining under the ceiling altitude. Jake watched on from the rec room as he watched you pull a stunt he hadn’t seen in a while. None of them had. Not since Mav had done it last. 

And it was easy to tell in that very moment who’s daughter you were as you inverted above Rebound, cockpit to cockpit as you flipped him the bird before you took off and straightened out—leaving him in your wake. 

“Holy shit.” Jake chuckled as he watched the gap grow bigger and bigger between you and Rebound. “She’s gonna have some explaining to do for that stunt.” 

“ARE YOU ON CRACK!?” Rebound shouted through the comms as he sped up to tailgate you, far too close for your liking. “Dangerous! You’re damn lucky you didn’t kill all three of us!” 

“Damn they’re really going at each other aren’t they?” Rooster frowned. “I knew this Rhodes guy was cocky but he’s just not even trying to be a team up there.” Jake pressed his lips into a fine line, the way you got treated by these tools was downright disgusting on a good day. 

“I’ll lead the way from here on out.” You counted through a chuckle before Rebound excelled to a speed that surpassed your own, cutting right up the side of you as he spun around—creating a vortex-like paradox with his jet stream. “Holy crap!” You jolted from the shock of it. A slight miscalculation in proximity to your aircraft is what saw the next few seconds play out like a bad dream. Every pilot's worst nightmare. 

Burning in.

“Fuck she’s caught in his jet stream.” Phoenix gasped as she watched on from beside Jake. It wasn’t hard to see the scene playing out up in the sky above base. “He did that on purpose, he would have known he was too close.” 

“He’s a dick like that.” Jake hissed, he’d never once taken his eyes off your jet. “At least I never did that to you, no matter what you think of me.” 

“White I’m losing it here!” Jake had never heard you sound so panicked. None of them had. You were a Mitchell after all. It didn’t seem like the kind of thing you and Pete did. “I can’t, I can’t pull up!” 

“Iris, you okay?” Mavericks' voice mimicked your own concern as he watched on. Then—the warnings began. Davie began listing off the signals blaring in his face, from engine lock to hydraulic pressure failure. 

“We’re losing systems, Iris get us back on track!” White shouted as his own panic caught up to him. All the while Rebound had begun to circle back towards you in the commotion, watching as the nose of your F-18 tilted towards the ground. “We’re losing altitude! Mav what do we do here?”

Jake Seresin had stared down death on a number of occasions, the last time he did just that was when he went after Rooster and Mav. Without permission. But as he watched on in silence as the fear of losing you before he even had a real chance to have you crept up on him, he’d give anything to make a deal with god and get him to swap your places. 

“No.” He mumbled to himself in panic. “No no no no.” This couldn't be happening. “Come on baby, pull up, pull up.” 

“They’re going down.” Rooster panicked as he took off out of the rec room and down the corridor. He was heading out to the tarmac, he just needed to be outside. “No no no no no!” 

“Iris eject!” Everyone could hear the panic in Mavs voice and the warning sounds blaring through the comms, "If you can’t control it, eject!” 

“White, eject eject eject!” You confirmed the orders as Jake dropped the binoculars and raced after Rooster. He could feel the warm tears rushing down his race as he ran down the corridor. Pushing past anyone who got in his way. The hallway felt forever moving, like it kept expansion in length the faster Jake ran. He didn’t exactly know where he was running to, but he knew he needed to get to you. He couldn’t help but he needed to get to you. 

Davie reached down between his legs and pulled at the yellow and black emergency handle. It sent him and the cockpit flying. But as the system screamed at you that you were losing altitude and losing altitude fast? You froze. Perhaps you weren’t the better pilot after all. 

“Get out! Punch out Y/n! Punch the fuck out!” Rebound shouted, he was in denial already that this was his fault. He watched in shock horror as smoke bellowed around you. Black, all consuming smoke before bright orange flames ignited—melting your flight suit into the skin of your legs. 

“Fuck!” The last thing that went through your mind were your kneecaps as you flung out of the cockpit at the very last second before it broke up into a trillion pieces in a flaming fireball that set the sky ablaze. The pressure you fighter jet had been under was enough to have it combusting. 

“Mav, did you see a chute!?” Rebound asked as he curled around. “Captain Mitchell!?” 

“No! No, I don't think so!” Pete panicked through the comms. Phoenix held her hand over her mouth as she looked at Bob who was looking at her. That could have been her. It could have been him. They’re own training accident came dashing back to the forefront of their minds. Like old scars that never healed. 

“Oh my god.” For Jake and Bradley on the ground as they looked up into the sky from the tarmac—they could only see one parachute. They couldn’t spot you in the sky. “Rooster, did she?” Jake didn’t want to say what he thought was true. They couldn’t see you. They could only see the flaming fragments of your jet burning in towards the ground as Lieutenant White pulled his chute. 

Jake's heart stopped inside his chest at the words Bradley spoke next. His knees hit the tarmac as his legs gave in from the shock of it all. He couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t believe it. This type of accident didn’t happen in training. 

“I don’t think she made it.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

By the time Rebound and Maverick were landing, Jake had had enough time to place the blame for this on one man. One person who’s reckless and irresponsible intent could have gotten you killed. 

“Lieutenant Rhodes!!” Jake spat as he marched up the tarmac towards where Rebound was just hoping off the wing of his jet. Still visibly pale and shaken from what had just happened. “So help me god you better pray she’s okay or else I’m gonna make sure you never fly another day in your damn life!” Jake hissed through gritted teeth as Rebound dropped his helmet to his feet when Jake balled his fist into the Normex of his flight suit and pulled him in as close as he could. “DO I MAKE MYSELF FUCKING CLEAR! THIS IS YOUR FAULT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” 

“Jake! Woah, easy! easy!” Bradley tried to intervene as Mav rushed over. Around the four of them search and rescue had already managed to get a lock on Lieutenant White's tracking beacon. But they still couldn't see you on their system. That was a cause for concern. It was chaos on the tarmac. 

“Hangman! Get off him.” Pete sighed, still trying to wrap his head around the fact his only daughter might be gone. But for now he was still a captain, this was still his team and his responsibility. “Let him go.” 

“You know why Lieutenant Commander Seresin is so pissed don't you Mav?” Rebound shoved at Jake's chest as he was let go. “Its because hes fucking your daughter!” Pete froze in his place, as did Bradley. But Jake? He lunged at Rebound with pure rage coursing through his veins. His hand wrapped around the younger aviator's throat as he pushed him back into the side of one of the search and rescue vehicles. “He’s fucking your daughter right under your nose!” 

“You could have killed her, you know exactly what you did up there!” Jake shouted as the thought of losing you hit him again. “If shes gone, if a single hair on her fucking head is gone you better learn how to sleep with your eyes open.” 

“I didn't cause this.” Coen shoved Jake off of him as he dusted himself off. “She showboated, I showboated back, she lost control and she couldn't figure out how to gain it back!” As medics and teams of search and rescue personnel piled into their respective unit vehicles, Rebound set the record straight. “And im not the one fucking around with her, sleeping with the captains daughter.” He snickered. “You are a freak after all Seresin.” 

Rebound had a date with the medics to get assessed and cleared. He didn't need to be looked over, but it was standard practice. The rest of his class stood off to the side after having heard the entire training session through their own comms units as they waited by the hanger. Jake feared what he would be met with when he turned around. He thought for sure it would be mavericks fist. But to his own surprise? The connection was never made. 

“Mav–” Jake didn't know what he could say to try and deescalate the tense situation he and Rooster found themselves in. Bradley had his thumb at the ready to call 911 if needed. He was sure Jake Seresin was about to be a deadman. But again, to his own shock. Nothing happened as Pete held his hand up to silence Jake from speaking another word. 

“If what Rebound said is true, I need you as far away from me as possible.” He said as calmly as possible. “Because if I find out you've so much as touched my baby girl I'll skin you alive Jake.” 

“Mav–” Rooster tried to intervene, but again was silenced by only a look. 

“My daughter might be dead out there.” He spoke again as calmly as he could, trying not to believe in the high probability of that fact. “I need to make sure she isn't, so we will circle back to this at a more appropriate time.” 

“I hope you have a really good security system.” Bradley watched as Mav piled into one of the search and rescue movers. Jake and Bradley moved to a separate one all together. Making sure that needed distance was well and truly in place. Jake listened to Mavs warnings, but there wasn't anything on this planet that would stop him looking for you. Not even your own dad. “Because something tells me you’re gonna need it.”

Jake sighed as he sat in the back of one of the search and rescue vans. He wanted to scream and cry and throw up all at once. But he couldn't even find the energy to breathe properly. He just needed you to be okay so he could tell you the three words he wished he told you before you went up. That he loved you. Oh so much. 

“Shut the fuck up, Bradshaw.”

*****************************************

[purpleparrot]

this is how it feels to be a guest in someone's home for the first time

[kagscore]

𝜗𝜚 playing games with the boys

feat. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin note. this is self indulgent because i wanna play league with nagi i fear ૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა i hope you enjoy ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing rocket league with 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 looks like . . .

the two of you sitting in his bedroom, you curled up in his lap as you hold the controller. he holds your hands with his, moving the controller and pressing the buttons for you so you can get a grasp of the movements you need to know. slowly but surely, he lets you take full control and quietly cheers for you as you score goals and block them in his favorite game—car soccer. he's almost brimming with excitement at the idea of teaching you all sorts of tricks—flip resets, [insert other terminology]—anything so that eventually the two of you can play duos together and dominate the game. shows you how to decorate your car, the types of cars you can get and laughing when you ask if you could just drive a vw beetle instead. gets himself a second remote to play on his xbox when he thinks you’re finally starting to get the game and trying to cheer you up when you lose your first game duo’d together.

“you sure you wanna keep playing? i know it isn’t the easiest thing in the world…” “i think it’s so cute you wanna get good at this game baby, of course we can play when you come over again.”

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing league of legends with 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 looks like . . .

nagi absolutely tossing you in headfirst into aram, knowing that you won’t get kills or assists and will die a lot but absolutely sweating his balls off so that he can still carry you to a win. you ask a lot of questions about who you’re playing, who you’re playing against, your abilities and ultimates and just generally what to do and him answering every single question you ask with patience and a soft explanation. sometimes you do questionable things in game, but he just laughs and says it’s okay. congratulates when you finally figure out who you want to main, celebrates when you get your first kill, and even buys you that skin you want as a gift for taking the time to play a game with him and spend time with him. always rerolls his character in aram, trying to find someone you like and getting a bit teary eyed when you recognize his favorite character to play once.

“it’s your favorite character, babe, swap me for them.” “i know you’re new, but please stop dying to tower. i’ll even take us out for dinner, i’m begging.”

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing valorant with 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍 looks like . . .

rin trying his hardest every game you play together to be the top frag to impress you subtly, and him avenging you every time you die because how could he let his person die without killing the person that killed you? drops you his gun skins and even switches them when you guys wait in queue to skins you prefer—if he doesn’t have the skin you like, he always gives it to you when he finds and kills the person with it in a game. goes into deathmatches to one v. one you to try and help you learn the mechanics of the game and the shooting. if anyone is rude to you in a game, he’s immediately cursing and hexing their family and generational lineage in his head/in chat. he doesn’t like talking in game, but will if it means defending you against everyone else being mean because you’re bottom fragging. buys you your first skin after you get your first kill and periodically logging into your account to buy you more and surprise you sometimes.

“you should try a duelist if you want to get more kills, my love.” “now we just need to get you an ace, and we can do something special.”