#M answers

[monstermommie]

awwh, you actually want me to edge you? pathetic, i’d love to. you’re such an obedient little slut, so patient for me. were you waiting for me to post this, hm? poor thing, I can tell how badly you want this. gonna be a good listener for me? you do know it’s November, right? shouldn’t be cumming at all. awwh, its okay, i understand. desperate pups like you can’t go a whole month without stuffing their needy holes.

you're so good at this, sweetheart, such a good reader for me. letting me guide you, eager to do whatever I command. keep your hand exactly where it is, shouldn’t be where you really need it yet, so close yet so far. that's it, sweetheart, just like that. I bet it's driving you wild, hm? awwh, you're doing so well holding back. go on, rub yourself through your pants for me. that feel good, puppy? yea? god you’re desperate. shh theeere you go, touch yourself just how you like it.

d’you wanna use a toy? cmere, get your favourite toy and spread those pretty legs for me. that’s it, puppy. right thhhere, make yourself feel good. let it build, let that familiar ache settle in. you're so close, aren't you? already starting throb for me, hm? shh, not yet, hold off for me. good toy, don’t you dare cum yet. bring yourself to the edge two more times, beg for it in my ask box.

you've been so patient, listening so well, I can tell it's taken everything in you. you deserve it, pretty baby. go on, sink into every bit of that pleasure, let it wash over you. cum for me, that’s it, there you go. you’re such a good toy.

[roosterbruiser]

I am thinking about Jake being uncomfy w touch from most people (and therefore being a little unknowingly touch starved) but doing small things to get your touch: leaning his head towards you so you play with his hair, gently touching your leg to get your attention, wrapping your ankles together under the table.

And the reader maybe not 100% picking up on it at first until he comes out and says it? Okay ily thanks for listening 🫶🏻🫶🏻

you've noticed it here and there--nothing outwardly in-your-face that screams help me! I'm touch-starved! no, it's much smaller than that. so much smaller that you don't realize it on your own at all.

like when you're at the grocery store and Jake comes up behind you, peppering your throat with kisses in the produce aisle as the sprinklers lightly wet the goosed skin of your forearms. like when he stands with his chest pressed against your back, arms caging you in, as he holds onto the cart and pushes as you do.

"looked heavy," he always insists softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

or when you're watching a movie at home, your feet resting on the coffee table beside his. he's always tucked up right beside you, his arm on the back of the touch behind your head. sometimes, during a more boring part, he'll gently drag his fingers through your hair and watch your face for a few moments. and when you catch him, he always squeezes your thigh, smiles coyly, and shrugs his way through a half-hearted apology.

"you're much more interesting than Bridget Jones," he'll say.

when you go to The Hard Deck with him, he's always hands-on. palm resting on your knee as you sit at the bar, chin on your shoulder while he waits for his turn in pool, body molded around yours as he teaches you how to shoot darts, lips against your cheek and fingers wrapped around your wrist when you excuse yourself to head to the restroom.

"don't be too long," he always teases, laughing when you roll your eyes.

right now, under the blue sky and before the dying fire pit in Maverick's backyard, you're beside Javy. the two of you are watching Jake and Rooster try and help Amelia do her first ever cartwheel in the grass, paper plates balanced on your knees.

"you're special," Javy says with a broad grin, waggling his eyebrows at you as you watch your boyfriend spot Amelia. "he's so whipped."

"oh, is that what you've decided?" you ask with a small smile, glancing at him.

"no, really," Javy insists. "that man's all over you."

you shift to look at Javy with a perched brow.

"yeah, that's the thing about being in love," you tease. "anyway, isn't he all over everyone?"

when Javy barks out a laugh, you bite your lip.

"sweetheart, he's not all over anyone any time--at all." when you look at him with an expression of disbelief covering your features, he nods to Jake. "we've been friends since the academy. I think he's hugged me...once? and when he saved Rooster's life? they shook hands. shook hands!"

with a peculiar sour taste on your tongue, you glance back at your boyfriend. and then it's suddenly clear as day--he doesn't really touch anyone but you. even now, as he's helping Amelia on the grass, his hands are merely hovering her shoulders. he's standing several paces away from Rooster.

"racking your brain?" Javy asks, arms crossed. "don't waste your time. I'm right!"

sticking your tongue out at Javy, you set your plat on the grass and stand up, starting for your boyfriend.

he notices you immediately--like he always does when you head in his direction. he's grinning immediately, one that eats all his features until he's just dimples and lips and teeth, hands resting on his hips.

Rooster, who's watching slyly, starts to casually hum the bridal march. Jake doesn't stop him.

"hey," you say softly as you approach. "get her into the Olympics yet?"

"almost," Jake sighs, immediately wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you against him. "she's just gotta believe in herself!"

Amelia, with her face red and her disposition less than sunny, huffs at Jake.

"I'm trying!"

Jake laughs, kissing the top of your head, resting his hands on your hips as he connects your bodies. you melt into him--just like he likes.

it feel so very natural to be up against him, being held tight under the dying sky. no wonder you hadn't exactly noticed that he isn't like this with everyone else--when he holds you, it just feels like something that's in his nature.

when you glance back over at Javy, he has his arms crossed over his chest. he's grinning from ear to ear, rapidly doing a whip motion in the air.

[maaxverstappen]

Mandy… we must discuss max/oscar… what is the lore… what are the notes…. Im clocked in ma’am im ready to be deluded — wiz

ok so i called myself the unofficial head of this ship (lol) but actually looking through the tumblr tag i must denounce myself and crown @nyoomfruits instead bc she has been on it from day 1

max and oscar are just so similar i think they get each other!! they're both very down to earth and very focussed on the job. both of them hailed as extraordinary in lower formulas and quickly making their way up (ofc max's was very quick and oscar had his year out, but still all things considered). i feel like a lot of it is max being surprised about oscar, i dont think he expected that deadpan energy/serious but enjoying it/quick wit from him and now hes like oh i see, i get it. maybe also helps how much lando gets along with oscar and max obvs likes lando. trusts his opinion.

max praising oscar when he hardly ever praises anyone like this

oscar looking up at max with awe and eagerness (its a still from a video but let me have this)

this tho!!! max never sits on the floor but sees oscar doing it so joins him?! for no reason?! lando was in the chair it wouldve been so easy to sit next to him (as he then does later) "thank you mercedes" and then max's fond laugh and almost surprise. surprise that oscar can be witty like that!! max didnt expect it oscar turning around to watch the screen and being too late. max laughing at him, checking to see if lando is laughing too. if it isnt weird that max is laughing at oscar's joke/misfortune. max then doubling down and voicing what happened as if they didnt all just witness it right there.

like i said on the oscar discord too, i think oscar would indulge max's maxplaining!! he enables it and is like "Huh, I never thought about it like that. Have you considered that [x]" and then suddenly its 11pm and everyone else has left the paddock before they even look up from their convo

and

they would absolutely bicker over Everything but neither would really perceive it as bickering. thats just how they are

also they both have cat energy so

[our-mspec-experience]

being trans is fun because i went straight —> lesbian —> bisexual —> gay man —> bisexual. truly the gotta catch em all of sexualities

you really did collect them all, glad you figured it out!

[billybabyy]

One more boop! 💙

Boop!

[mr-m-murdock]

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE OPF. AMAZING SERIES, CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE.

Ps. Any chance of a slightly jealous Natasha?

It's always reader who is the jealous one.

mine

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces |

warnings: jealousy? societal assimilation? misuse of a prompt for a pillow fight? sorry anon. (But if you want better jealous!natasha, go see fuck around and find out)

a/n: platonic!kate bishop x reader. natasha being dumb

"No, no, you cross your hands over for the first one," Kate says, pushing your wrists this way and that. "Look." She positions your hands palm up and pats them back and forth with her own.

"Okay," you say. Your legs are beginning to cramp. "Start again."

"Okay, sure," Kate says. She claps and you copy. She reaches out a palm, you flatten yours against hers and then you slip your fingers in between hers and grab hold before she can slip away again. The looks of shock, confusion, disappointment and careful amusement crossing her face in quick succession crack your serious expression and you can't help it: you burst out laughing.

Kate yanks her hand away, half-giggling. "Stop messing with me!" she protests.

"But it's funny," you say, your laughs giving in to little hiccups. "Let's play Super Mario again-"

"No, you beat me every time-"

"Please, Kate, please this is soooo boring," you groan.

"I'm giving you your preschool education!" Kate protests.

"I have two Master's degrees," you say, fixing her with a stare.

"Yeah, but you don't know how to play pattycake."

"You're a pattycake. Turn the TV on."

"You are so rude," Kate says, grabbing a pillow and swatting you gently with it. You raise your eyebrows at her.

"You are going to start a war you can't win, Bishop," you warn. Kate just giggles and swats you again. "Alright, that's it." You shove at her, toppling her to the carpet, grab the couch seat cushion, and begin to bludgeon her over the head with it. Shaking with laughter, Kate can do nothing but take it.

"Hey." You pause, the couch cushion poised to deliver a last blow. Kate pants on the floor. Natalia is standing over you, looking sharply curious. "What's going on?"

"She refused to play Mario with me," you grumble. Natalia's shoulders shift somewhat.

"Oh," she says. Like you've relieved her. "Right. Well, you brough it on yourself, Bishop."

"Eirgh," Kate groans.

Natalia touches your cheek, almost absentmindedly, then moves your hair behind your ear. "Don't have too much fun," she says, too lightly. Then she moves away, slow.

"That was weird," you say when she's gone. Then you shrug and bring the cushion down on Kate's shoulders, to squeals and weak protests.

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[weretheones]

Daryl with inexperienced, gentle soul type reader (whose also a badass) headcanon pls 🥺 sorry you’re having a meh day…I feel ya 💕

daryl being with a soft, gentle soul is something so personal and beautiful to me because I really do think he needs that type of balance. he's grown up his whole life with this skewed mentality of 'love' and 'care', and we've seen how in earlier seasons he always equated softness to weakness. the idea of someone who stops on the road to pick flowers to tie into the little wisps of judith's blonde hair (with that knife he'd seen lodged into dozens of walker skulls at their hip, of course) breaking down that mentality and teaching him that softness can be strengthen just has me melting.

your tongue has never been quick or sharp, but every word you speak is meaningful. words aren't weapons to you, not like they were for his father or brother, and at first, it catches him off guard how honest and genuine you are. he wonders how someone like you, with your heart on your sleeve, could even hurt a fly, nevertheless a walker. how the hell did you make it this far, still as gentle and kind as before? he thinks its stupid when shane lets you go into atlanta, that he's sending you to your death. and when you come back, only to volunteer to bring merle back with him, he scoffs. you'd gotten out of the city alive once-- best not to push your luck.

when glenn gets taken, he sees the first hint of resilience in you. you don't give up. that idea, that softness was vulnerability, engrained in him since he could listen, seems to run contradictory to the very real and impressive example of you. shotgun in hand, even if you barely knew how to use it. even if you didn't want to.

after that, he finds his attention drawn to you in every discussion, watching the subtleties of your expression shift to your mood. he calls it curiosity, but soon enough he knows what every look means. he knows your quirks and the way you bite your lip when your uncertain-- he knows you.

he always second guessed himself before, never let himself believe that you liked him, that you had any reason to. and it might've taken a year of you showing him otherwise, over and over, but now, holding you in his arms as the soft morning light trickles into your shared cell, he knows it. he has no reason to doubt you, even if every memory of a mean dad and an absent brother told him otherwise. he's never known security like this until he met you <3 merle's affection and love was always conditional and temporary-- until he ran off for juvie or the military, until he skipped town again, until he met another doe-eyed and vulnerable girl. until, until, until... but you? he knows you're there after a long day, knows he can find you in alexandria's gardens or guard tower if you're not at home, knows you'll always be in bed before him. knows that even when you're pissed at him, you never hate him. that when you tell him you love him, you mean it.

anyway I just vomited like 500 words of this sorry <3<3 thank you for the ask & sympathies. I appreciate u more than you know. I hope u have a lovely day/night, cutie :)

[mad-madam-m]

The 3 Sentence Ficathon!! for WIP Wednesday please. Good luck with writing!

Your "good luck" must've been magic, because this is the longest ficlet I've written for the 3SF yet. (225 words!)

The prompt:

 any, any, yelling at a gravestone 

And the fill:

Tiger & Bunny, Gen, Seriously Maverick Is the Worst

Barnaby doesn’t intend to do it. He’s just finished visiting his parents, and on a spur-of-the-moment decision, he takes the long way back to his car so he can stop at Aunt Samantha’s grave and leave a flower for her.

But he turns too early—or too late—and as he’s scanning the unfamiliar markers looking for her name, they fall on one he’d hoped to never see again.

Seeing “Albert Maverick” is like a punch to the gut, and Barnaby freezes mid-step. He should keep walking, ignore it, go find Aunt Samantha’s grave.

Instead, he stops. And quite without his consent, the words start pouring out.

It starts off quiet, but by the end of it, he’s screaming, and he doesn’t stop until his throat is raw.

You took everything from me. You took everyone from me.

He fumbles his phone out of his pocket and dials without looking.

“Hey, Bunny!” Kotetsu’s voice is bright. “How are you?”

Barnaby can’t respond, but then again, it’s Kotetsu; he doesn’t need to.

“Bunny? Where are you?” Kotetsu asks, more serious now.

“The cemetery.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Barnaby nods, although Kotetsu can’t see it, and hangs up. Nothing can bring back what he’s lost, but Kotetsu reminds him of what he still has—the one person Maverick couldn’t take from him, despite his best efforts.

[the-solvers-heart]

How many colonies have you both been through? Is this the first youve cleared out or just one in a line of many?

M: “Technically four, if we really did wipe this last one out. That’s not much compared to how many I’m sure are out there.”

X: Where’s the optimism, M? You used to be more fun!

M: ….that’s none of your business.

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[theembergazer]

hi ember are you a diode

what did you. Expect

[monstermommie]

i can't really think of any kink i wouldn't like to see on this blog. in my opinion, you can just post whatever you want and if people don't like it they just don't have to read it, right? thank you for the writing though, it's very kind of you to help a stray pup out when they need some relief and don't have an owner

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you’re fast asleep, a combination of getting fucked senseless and a couple THC gummies keeping you sedated. the weed only managed to make me insufferably horny, my tolerance being much higher than yours. your hole still sore from the girthy weighted strap you took moments prior. jfc, im so aroused right now. fucked you to sleep and now its my turn to get off. my fresh nails too sharp, your fingers will feel so much better. its like they were made for me, you’ve always been my fuck toy. i roll you onto your back, careful not to wake you. throwing my soft thigh across your waist, leaking against your rising stomach. good, you’re definitely asleep. i slip your index finger into my already soaked hole, swallowing it greedily, clenching around the excess space. i feel so empty, fuck. taking another finger, i drive it deep into me. god, you’re such a good toy for me. i fuck myself on your fingers, hard and fast. you’re just a dildo to me, a toy for my pleasure. gushing all over your hand, my slick pooling in your palm, i can’t stop. i cum over and over on your hand, squirting and dripping every time. several rounds in, you wake up, foggily, slowly realizing the state of your hand. desperate to please me, you start working your fingers against my g-spot, my eyes rolling back with every thrust. “fuck, you’re so good at that, puppy. feels so much better than when i do it.” i cum harder than all the previous orgasms combined and go to slide off of you for the night. you hold me close and in a barely coherent hush of slurred words, beg me to stay where i am so you can sleep with me not only on top of you, but also with your fingers buried deep inside me. you’re not going to believe this in the morning.

[roosterbruiser]

hi! could i request something where jake secretly has an older daughter that he had with his high school sweetheart during their senior year and the squad finds out? i just love the idea of jake and his high school girlfriend being married and just as in love now as they were back then

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

Things hadn't always been easy with Jake--God, no.

Well, really, things had been downright blissful in the beginning. What were teenagers going to fight about anyway? You two just clicked--you knew you were right for each other.

Then you got pregnant. And for a while, actually, things had been really hard.

Between the fateful night of your graduation when your pregnancy test came back positive and the next eight months of your pregnancy, the two of you fought more than you ever had before. It wasn't just because he was trying to do the responsible thing by asking you to marry him--which, let's be honest; he had planned on doing that long before the positive pregnancy test--and the stress of planning the shotgun wedding you were trying really hard not to call a shotgun wedding. It was the hormones and the academy and the moving cross-country in the middle of a difficult pregnancy and all the growing up the two of you had to do so hastily.

The two of you had bickered here and there--which was bound to happen when you are devoted to someone from the seventh grade forward--but had never fought as passionately as you were while you were pregnant. It was senseless arguments, ones sprinkled in between trainings and morning sickness and job searches and taping boxes.

It wasn't even that the two of you didn't love each other. That's what the most frustrating part of it all was, really; the two of you were stupidly in love. Like the kind of love people really only see on screens, which you would never say out loud (even though you know it's true), and wish for but usually never get.

Everything changed the day Charlotte was born. You went into labor in the middle of an impassioned argument--one that was going precisely nowhere, not that either of you would admit it--and made it to the hospital to settle in comfortably for a very uncomfortable seventeen hours of labor.

Young as you both were, scared (terrified, really) as you both were, exhausted as you both were--everything else in the world melted away when you held that little pink, squirming baby against your chest.

Jake had been a wreck, suddenly realizing how absolutely out of his element he was as a measly 19-year-old with a wife and baby on the way, but had not left your side for even a moment. And when Charlotte, that sweet and loud little thing, finally settled with her chubby cheek against the red skin of your chest--something changed in his body. Already he knew that he loved you--God, he loved you so much. But seeing you there on the hospital bed with your hair plastered to your sweaty head and your cheeks flushed and your eyes swollen from crying, that love suddenly expanded and overwhelmed him. He felt like he was going to positively drown in all that love.

As if you sensed it, you looked up at him with an exhausted sort of awe-struck look. Your eyebrows were raised, your dry lips parted, your cheeks flushed, your eyelashes clumped with tears.

"She's got your big mouth," you had said to him, laughing breathily, cradling her against you.

You were shaking--not just from the sheer effort of pushing that baby into this world, but from the overwhelming amount of love coursing through your veins for that little stranger in your arms.

It had made all the nurses and doctors laugh as they still hustled and bustled around your open legs, but neither you or Jake even noticed them. You were looking up at your husband--who was suddenly not that flirty boy with the sweeping blonde hair that let you put your books in his locker, but a man with tears of pride streaming down his face as he looked down at his newly-expanded family for the first time.

He thought he was going to explode--but instead he just sobbed out a laugh. Then he leaned forward and pressed your damp hair out of your face, bringing his salty lips down on your forehead again and again. His quivering hand pressed against Charlotte's back and God, he loved her so much already. He hadn't even really seen her face for the first time, but he knew she was fucking perfect. He could feel it just under the pads of his fingers, could feel your laughter and your tears beneath his trembling lips.

"No more fightin', angel. I promise. I'm sorry," he whispered against your skin, resting his nose against your temple, sniffing hard. "Don't ever wanna fight with you ever again, okay? Love you too damn much to be arguin' all the time."

"I love you so much," you whispered to him, lips trembling as they pressed against his wet ones, bones aching with tired. "I don't ever wanna fight with you again."

But as he cupped your cheek and nuzzled his nose against yours, peppering kisses all along your tears and flushed skin, you knew that he meant it. No more arguing. You knew something was bound to change, knew it would probably change once Charlotte was born, but you hadn't expected it to be so immediate. But you were radiating love now--so happy you felt like your heart was gonna fall out of your chest.

And the two of you, as devoted to each other and your daughter as you are, kept the promise with a fierceness. No more fighting--you meant it and so did he.

Now that you're used to deployments and special detachments and moving and all the rare beauty that is attached to life as a Naval aviator's wife, everything runs smoothly.

He loves that you still send him a picture of Charlotte every single day while he's not home--something you'd done since his very first deployment when she was a few months old. You never missed a day--like ever, which he still didn't understand the logistics of--and always wrote a paragraph about yours and Charlotte's day.

When she was little, it had been something like:

Today Charlotte and I went to the park. It was that cute little one by our house, the one with all the dogs and food trucks. She's getting really good at holding her head up on her own! And she's not so fussy anymore about tummy time, which is a relief. I got to read a little bit of my book while she napped on the picnic blanket. She wore that sunhat your mama got her (as seen in the attached photo) and laughed at a dog that came to investigate her. She's a big fan of animals--might be something to consider, huh? Right now, she is talking my ear off about you, telling me all about those bedtime stories you read and how your voices are so much better than mine. I get it--I'm obsessed with you, too. We miss you. Gonna go pray at the shrine we made for you, I guess. Get home safe, okay? We love you.

But right now, as Jake sits in The Hard Deck only a few days after the successful Uranium Mission, he's smiling as he scrolls through the emails you'd sent him that he's only just now able to read.

He's nursing a beer, shoulders slumped and lips pulled faintly upwards as he basks in the warm evening sun filtering in through the window. It's noisy as ever all around him--Rooster pounding away on the piano with Maverick right there next to him, Coyote and Fanboy shooting the shit as they play a truly pathetic game of pool, someone being thrown overboard--but everything's white noise when he reads your emails.

Your emails are a little bit different now--especially now that Charlotte is twelve. She's less apt to let you take pictures of her now, going through the make-a-face-at-the-camera phase or just running away at the first sign of your lens facing her. You managed to snap a good one the other day, one where her green eyes are glimmering in the sun as she sips on a lemonade. Jake looks closely at the picture and decides that the two of you are at that little bistro by your house that you like to walk to.

Your daughter's glossy hair is longer than it was when he left and God, if she isn't growing more and more beautiful everyday. She looks just like you. She's got your exuberance and even though he would never say it to you or Charlotte, she's even got the little crinkle between her brows that seems to just pulse when she's frustrated.

He rereads your paragraph again.

Well, good morning to you, Lieutenant Husband. I woke up this morning to your daughter's dog peeing on the rug outside the bathroom. And your daughter thought that was the funniest thing in the world until I made her clean it up! I'm a mean mom, I guess. But I made up for it because we walked down to Frankie's and I let her get the bottomless lemonade. Currently writing this during her fourth bathroom trip. Think we're gonna catch a movie in a little bit and then maybe get some ice cream after. We miss you, baby. Can't wait to hear your voice again. And even though she won't say it, I know Charlotte can't wait to take you up on that beach day you promised her. Be good, stay safe, stay alive, okay? We love you more than anything in the world and you're definitely gonna have to re-potty train Sandy when you come home!

He missed you two more than anything in the world. But what he missed the most was just the domesticity the two of you had blissfully settled into. What he wouldn't give to wake up to Sandy peeing on the rug outside the bathroom, to back you up when Charlotte groaned about having to clean it up, to walk down to Frankie's with the two of you and tease Charlotte for using the bathroom so many times, to go see whatever stupid Kristen Stewart movie is playing, to eat a cone of mint chip ice cream and take the long way home. He ached for it, really--even if he knew there was only a few more days until he'd be back in it.

He could hardly wait.

"Who's the teeny-bopper?"

Jake nearly jumps out of his skin, jerking back against the wooden booth and snapping up to look up at the squadron that has suddenly gathered all around him. It's Payback that's asked, his eyebrow perched as he leans in to get a closer look at Charlotte.

"God, she looks just like you," Phoenix adds, narrowing her eyes on what is essentially Hangman's mouth and nose on a much smaller face. "Younger sister?"

Everyone's staring at Jake now.

It isn't even that he's been hiding the two of you--he loves showing you off. But it's just that it hasn't come up and quite frankly, they've been a little busy the past few weeks.

Bob's always been good at reading people--so when he studies the photograph and then studies the redness in Hangman's cheeks and the way he wets his tongue nervously, Bob knows. Bob knows before anyone else--besides Maverick and Coyote, that is.

"How's my niece?" Coyote asks, clapping Jake on the shoulder with a sly grin.

Jake sighs, shaking his head softly at Javy before submitting to it all--thrusting his phone forward to let the squadron read your email and look at the picture of Charlotte.

"Niece? No way," Fanboy exclaims, brows furrowed. "No way."

But now Rooster is holding the phone, his mouth agape, zooming in on Charlotte's face and it is suddenly undeniable to everyone there--that is absolutely the spawn of Jake Seresin. Right down to the dimples and the green eyes, that is his daughter.

"Charlotte," Jake says softly, trying to choke down all that pride that is inching its way up his throat. "She's twelve. And she's the best person that's ever lived, obviously."

Phoenix would've snorted if she hadn't been so totally awe-struck.

"You taking all the credit for that?" Rooster quips, shooting a playful smirk Jake's way.

But Jake just holds his hands up in surrender, sighing as he shakes his head.

"I'll give that to the wife," he says fondly. "She's also the best person that's ever lived. Better than all of you combined."

Coyote takes a sip of his own beer before nodding.

"Oh, absolutely," he agrees at once. "That woman's a saint for putting up with you and raising that Hellion."

Javy's joking of course--he'd actually never seen a more communicative, loving relationship than yours and Jake's. And he'd never met such a well-rounded girl as Charlotte. She had a good head on her shoulders, put there by her parents. Javy was even sure that Charlotte knew more than he did already and she hadn't even finished middle school.

"A wife, too?" Bob asks softly, smiling as he reads your email.

"And a dog," Fanboy adds softly, scanning over your paragraph.

Jake hums, nodding, trying not to look too pathetically in love with you. Even though he is, in fact, pathetically in love with you.

"Going on thirteen years," Jake says. "Thirteen happy years."

And everyone knows that he means it, especially when he just glances back at his phone in Rooster's hands and smiles softly to himself. He is thoroughly in love with you and with your daughter--Hell, he just loves your shared life. He's itching to go home, even if a poorly house-trained dog is waiting for him.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Phoenix says, bumping him with her eyebrows furrowed.

"And when can we meet them?" Payback adds.

Jake is grinning now--just the prospect of his Navy family meeting his real family makes affection swarm his heart. He shrugs.

"Maybe we could figure something out before everyone has to go. I'm sure we can get Charlotte out of school for a couple of days. Family's a good enough reason for me--bet it will be for the wife, too."

He's gushing with pride--he's not even trying to, but he really is. Coyote is used to the way Jake practically glows when he talks about you and Charlotte. Hell, he even gets it. You're beautiful and funny and kind and whip-smart. You hold it down and make it look easy. And Charlotte is a perfect balance of the two of you, striking every single genetic sweet-spot.

"I'm shocked," Rooster says. "You're so...gooey right now."

"Yeah, Bagman," Phoenix says with a smile. "Going all soft on us."

Hangman wants to roll his eyes again. Really, he does. But he just can't. So he takes another sip of his beer, thinks about the way you would be cuddled into him right now and quipping back at Rooster as the two of you watch Charlotte sweetly order her third lemonade from Penny, and shrugs with a grin tugging on his lips.

"I guess I am," he smiles.

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[maaxverstappen]

accidentally married & mutual pining 👁️👁️

thank you for sending this of your own volition and not bc i made u

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its a little more. forced marriage but here ya go lovely wren. landoscar accidentally married n mutual pining :D

“Mate, you’re fucking kidding me,” Oscar says with an exasperated breath. 

Lando rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re acting like you’re not the sensiblest out of us two.”

“I don’t even think that’s a word.”

“You just told Andrea we’d get married tomorrow and that is what you’re focussed on?” Lando asks.

Oscar shrugs, the light in his eyes diminishing with every heartbeat that stretches between them. The air is cold, the September chill has taken the MTC by surprise, and it’s not made better by it being 2 in the fricking morning.  

“Okay,” Lando mutters.

“Okay?” Oscar parrots, a slight rise in pitch. 

Lando leans against the pillar, chilled concrete lighting a fire in him. 

“Yeah, okay. We can’t back out now so we’ll just do it or summat- are you gonna tell your mum?”

“My mum?”

“Oscar, please. Can you at least try to follow the conversation.” Lando just wants the night to be over with at this point. Pull off the stuffy hoodie and take off the socks that are digging a ring of indentation into his ankles. 

Oscar stands up straighter at that, the glint in his eyes returns. Lando can almost taste the shift in energy; if he were to stick his tongue out just a little he’d be able to catch a drop of Oscar’s spirit.

“I really don’t think this is the time to be mean to me, Lando. It’s bad enough that you’re being all-“ Oscar waves his arms around trying to convey his meaning.

“Being all what?” Lando challenges, eyebrows raised. Half humorous, half intrigued.

“Acting like it doesn’t matter. Like it doesn’t mean anything. I know how you all think about me. Poor little Osc, obsessed with his teammate and can’t let anything go. So will you please just give me a little space to accept that you’re now about to marry me when you don’t even fucking want to.”

He’s never seen Oscar get quite this animated, this worked up. It shocks Lando, stops him in his tracks, derails his thoughts from what camera to take to get the best Instagram pics and if Jon will see it as a special enough occasion for carrot cake. 

“What?” he croaks out.

“You heard me.”

“No, wait,” Lando starts, “you’re obsessed with me? As in, the way I’m obsessed with you?”

Oscar’s hand stills in his hair. “What?”

[our-mspec-experience]

I am so angry and I worry about talking about it on my blog where people I know irl will see it and be able to guess who I'm talking about. It's not my place to air out someone else's fears to them, but I gotta tell someone.

Sorry, I'll start at the beginning, cw for biphobia and exclusionism:

A younger bisexual told me she had been worried about coming to a queer event I help organize bc she was scared she'd be interrogated on her queerness and found lacking for "only" being bi. I did my best to reassure her and point out that there's no hierarchy and of course bisexuality is "queer enough" to be queer, but inside I was seething. This is what all that exclusionist bullshit leads to: a young bisexual scared to seek out her own damn community bc exclus have decided there's such a thing as "not queer enough".

Is this your idea of "protecting the community", exclus? Did you successfully sniff out the "fakers"? Are you fucking proud of yourselves for how well you're keeping out those pesky cishets who are totally trying to invade our community at every turn??

I'm aro and pansexual. According to exclus, I am less queer than her. And yet I am the one who gets to be secure in the knowledge that the event is for me, too, while she was scared to come.

Exclus are a fucking blight upon this community.

Well you absolutely did the right thing by reassuring her, and I hope you’re event went well! i agree completely, anyone who excludes people from the queer community are terrible, and no one is “more queer” than anyone else!

[billybabyy]

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[mr-m-murdock]

Vampire Nat? Eh?😏

yeah. yeah I agree. um- hghdbbbbb yeah. uhhh