#and even if i go back on education and pick what i wanna do she would definitely intervene and be like can you not pick what you want and

[knifekris]

every day i struggle to make choices

[koko2unite]

[deadsetobsessions]

Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Pt. 4

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3]

Danny blinked down at the cart, where a red hoodie and pants with red stripes along the side laid over the lip of the cart. Considering they’re in this universe’s brand of Marget- seriously, who names a store Target? If anything in Amity Park was named that, Skulker would have wrecked it in five seconds flat- it’s hilariously on brand. Though, to be fair, this was Gotham’s version too, which meant a lot of security guards (who definitely doubled as goons for the Rogues, Danny was sure) and the vibes were spooky.

“I’m guessing red’s your favorite color.”

Instead of the humorous way he meant the sentence, Jason looked up anxiously and Danny immediately hated himself a little bit more.

“Sh- I can put it back..?” Jason hunched in on himself.

Danny tracked the movement with clearer eyes than he’s had in a long while and ancients, does it remind him of how Dani was in front of Vlad all those years ago. And Danny has spent his entire half life being not like Vlad, so he’s not going to start now.

“Nah, you should definitely add some more stuff. This is no where near enough clothes.”

It really wasn’t. Danny had taken Jason to the store to pick out clothes- “Ther’s a second hand store down the stree’, ya know,” Jason had mumbled when they went through the doors- but the kid had only tentatively put in a small red hoodie and some pants in the cart. Now he had to put this in a way that’ll wipe the stubbornly hesitant look on Jason’s face off.

“Think about it this way, then. You’re repping me now, and while I might be the alley drunk, I’m not the poorly dressed alley drunk, yeah?”

“Oh. Tha’ makes sense.” Jason nodded to himself determinedly, and the kid strode over to the t-shirt section. For all of his confidence, he still glanced back to see if it was okay with Danny.

Well, Dani was the same way before she found her confidence (when she knew Danny wouldn’t abandon her or hurt her) so Danny just gave him a thumbs up before reaching into the rack and sweeping an armful of clothing straight into the cart. Then, he strode over to the jackets and grabbed the ones in Jason’s size and slightly bigger. Oh, he has to grab shoes. He’ll leave that for later, but Danny was going to get those ratty trainers off of Jason’s feet and into the nearest trash can if it was the last thing he does.

The halfa hummed, pausing at the first decidedly not miserable sound he’s made in a while. Dammit, if that wasn’t a sign of Danny’s attachment to Jason, he doesn’t know what would be. To be fair… Danny already committed murder for the kid, which was pretty much something he thought he’d never do, so in for a penny out for a pound or whatever.

He put a significant amount of the budget aside for the section labeled “JASON” so Danny shopped without a worry. Charlie’s ill-gotten assets were a good monetary compensation for his crime of existing near Jason or existing, period.

He picked up toiletries, toothbrushes and the like, when Jason came back sans t-shirt. Instead of a shirt- Danny had actually hoped that Jason would try to get multiple shirts- Jason was clutching a book.

Before he could even voice anything, Danny plucked the book out of his grip and put it into the cart with a disarming smile.

“Oh, good idea. We should get you books too. Wanna go pick out some more?”

“Uh- y’re just gonna get a book, just like that?”

“More than one book, I should hope. You are going to school, right?”

“…Yeah!” Danny couldn’t fathom ever being excited at the thought of school, but as Jason bounced away to peruse the admittedly poor selection of books, Danny couldn’t help but think that maybe he should give this education thing another try. Who knows? Maybe it’ll be less stressful now that he’s not Phantom.

Danny walked to the aisle next to the books and promptly proceeded to shove every single piece of stationary he thought was nice- pens, gel pens, cooling pens and pencils, a thick stack of notebooks, flash cards, etcetera- into the rapidly getting full cart.

Jason came back with three more books- nice, the classics- and froze at the sight of the cart.

“Oh, hey. Getting all of those?”

“Wha’- wha’s wit’ the stuff?”

“School supplies! Quality education starts with quality supplies, you know!” Danny said, a sliver of the grin that used to come so easily to him making an appearance on his face. "Don't worry, I budgeted. See?"

Danny handed Jason a piece of paper, confident that the kid would know if it was good or not.

"Where'd... ya get all of this?"

"Hmm... here and there."

Jason looked up at him, squinting suspiciously. "I hear' Charlie's gone poofed up."

Danny shrugged and put a calculator in the cart. "Oh, I'm sure he's busy."

Yeah, Danny thought vindictively. Busy being dead.

"Ya sound like a walking con," Jason said as he visibly decided to give up fighting against Danny's spending. "We nee' food."

"Gotcha. Well, if you need anything else, just bring it into the cart."

"I want veggies. Frozen, 's cheaper."

Danny nodded, resisting the urge to ruffle Jason's hair.

----

"Hey, you's the Alley Drunk, right? 'Bout that boy you've been toting ar-"

Danny punched the guy in the face, dropping him like a stone. He looked up slowly and swayed.

"Any of you ask about my kid brother again, and I won't bother with being drunk when I hit you."

Rapid nods. Danny shuffled away, satisfied.

----

Two weeks later, after a school day, Danny finds Jason heading to the bathroom with a box of...

"Hair-dye?"

Jason, who was marginally more relaxed and assured that Danny wasn't going to kick him out, nodded.

"Dye's fadin' n' I dun wanna get nabbed on the streets for having red hair."

Danny blinked. "You have red hair?"

"Sure do. See? Roots are showin' again." Jason pointed at his scalp where Danny could see the hair was getting lighter.

"Right. Well- I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you need help, kiddo." Danny said, desperately hoping he hid how off kilter he was feeling well.

"I don't need help, ah've been doing this for ages." The kid went into the bathroom and closed the door harshly. When the lock clicked and the faucet began running, Danny let himself slide down the wall into a crouch, hands cradling his head.

Red hair. Blue eyes. Tan skin. The facial features. The intelligence and empathy.

Danny chuckled hysterically under his breath.

Was Jason this universe's version of Jazz?

"Fuck."

[nicromancytarot]

WHAT DOES YOUR PERSON WANT TO DO TO YOU? 18+ themes.

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I don’t change for these readings and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I got but I pull like 20-30 cards each reading and that just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

PICK A CARD READING

I asked my spirit guides what the person you’re thinking about would do to you if they could, this was crazy so pick a picture to find out!

Pile 1 ———> Pile 2 ———> Pile 3

PILE 1

Bro’s fantasising, I put my music on shuffle and got this one song which triggered a memory of when I had a crush on this girl and sat in the car staring out of the window creating scenarios about her to the song lmao, so I feel as though your person may be on the same wavelength as me.

My entire body hurt during this reading, I was having full body channeling which was crazy for me, but as soon as I wrote down that my back and stomach were killing me, the pain went away, so your person may want to metaphorically break your back and possibly even get you pregnant, I was also randomly sweating like crazy so it’s gonna be steamy when they get to have you, I feel like you guys will be going for multiple rounds until both of you are absolutely exhausted and can’t take anymore.

Not going to lie, I see this being someone from the past? #Fuckexes. (Not literally.)

Firstly they may stalk your social media or keep tabs on you, I notice someone gasping at the others breasts if you have those, if they have breast than I’m pretty sure you love them, this is the type of conversation when someone can’t stop looking at the others breasts and is barely paying attention to the conversation.

They wanna watch you play with yourself, they may even want you to send them a video of you touching yourself.

For some of you I can see that they like butt-play, and they like having from behind cus they really enjoy your butt and shoulders, they may like to leave kisses or hickeys on the back of your shoulders. They may also only really see you in a room full of people romantically, but I do get senses that this person may have or might cheat if you were or get into a relationship.

PILE 2

They wanna wine and dine you prior to having sex with you, and I think that they also want to learn what you’re into and have a long winded conversation about both of your boundaries. They also really enjoy your breasts, or you enjoy theirs, I can see that either of you may want to leave a lot of kisses or hickeys there; maybe even for other people to see if you or they enjoy wearing low cut shirts and dresses.

They seem very gentle and worry about your pleasure more than their own, they do want to do some type of butt stuff with you. (What is it with the butt stuff today?) They want to eat the booty or go the full way with it.

At the end they want you to reward their hard efforts with some good ole’ head.

PILE 3

They want to offer a relationship before having sex with you, I do get the vibe that this could be a future spouse who picks you up after heartbreak as we have both the 4 of wands and the 3 of swords. This is the tile of sex that has you forgetting about all the bad things in your life and in the world.

There’s only one card in the spread where she’s not covering her stomach and it’s while she’s watching him count his money so you may only think about getting pregnant after you know they have enough money to sustain you and the baby (they do, they live a life of luxury.) Or you may show them that you have enough money before they think of allowing you to get them pregnant.

They want to take you from behind, finally we have a pile that doesn’t refer to butt-play (amen.) They’re pretty masculine so they would want to take over all of the masculine roles.

You may find them sneaking a glance at your breasts when you first meet.

[chelseeebe]

everything has changed

you and steve were once the bestest of friends, cruelly torn apart when you’re forced to leave hawkins suddenly. fifteen years on, everything has changed and yet, nothing has changed.

i had this idea a while ago and then have recently become re-obsessed with the song so decided to give it a rewrite! it’s kinda giving seven x everything has changed and i love that. i have a sitcom level idea of a part two for this but i’m not sure it’ll ever come to fruition

18+. no smut but my blog is 18+ :) mostly just fluffy friends to lovers stuff hehe

‎♡‧₊˚

“you promise we’ll be friends forever?” steve asks, quirking his little eyebrows up. still so innocent, so unaware that the world was a cruel place.

“i promise!” you’d shrieked, toothy grin beaming over at him as you sat poised on the climbing frame. “we’ll write letters every week and in the summer you can come and visit!”

steve whooped with glee, the metal frame shaking from the force of his body, “okay! my mom has your mom’s number so i can call you,” grubby hands clinging onto yours.

you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug, wobbling atop of your tower. full of hope and your shared joy. oblivious to how the next 15 years would play out.

-

life hadn’t been so kind as to keep the two of you in contact. steve’s mom had tried to explain it to him, but his poor seven year old brain couldn’t quite grasp it.

it was only when he was older that he had realised what had happened.

you had been whisked away to california, your mother’s home state, far away from your dad. for your safety of course. his mother had warned him not to mention where you had gone to anyone, and he’d stuck by that.

and really, life had gotten in the way of thinking about you too much. basketball tryouts and getting girls into the back of his bmw had taken precedence over fading thoughts of freckly girls he once knew.

steve was at college now, admittedly tagging along with robin, but he was enjoying it. he played basketball, studied children’s education and had even scored himself a kinda stable girlfriend.

he’s sat in the library, book open and unread in front of him on the table as robin attempts to convince him to go out tonight.

“it’ll be fun! besides, i promised my roommate that i’d go.. y’know she’s having a hard time,” turning on the puppy dog eyes that more often than not, worked on him.

he groans, “i don’t know rob.. finals are coming up soon and i really need to get this down if i wanna graduate with you,” though he makes no effort to actually pick up the book, more interested in the coffee robin had used as a bargaining chip.

“steve,” almost warningly, “come for an hour,” nodding at him, as if to subliminally make him agree, “and then i’ll help you study all day tomorrow, okay?” tilting her head, bright green* eyes glistening at him.

“fine,” succumbing to her pleas, “but you owe me,” sending a glare across the table as he finally turns the page.

robin grins, happy she’d gotten her own way. again.

-

they walk arm in arm into the bar, squeezing through the crowd as they attempt to locate robin’s mysterious roommate.

steve sighs, whispering into robin’s ear, “why do i have to be here? just because your roommate is a lonely weirdo, doesn’t mean you have to drag me out too,” pouting like a petulant child.

she pinches his arm, causing him to yelp into her ear, “this is why i used to pray for the ceiling light to fall on your head in mrs click’s class,” pulling away from him as she spots whoever she’s looking for.

“wait.. what?” he calls out after her, weaving through the crowd to find her again.

she has her face buried into someone’s shoulder, blabbering about the busy bar and how good it was to get out.

robin pulls away, gesturing over to steve as this lucrative stranger meets his eye.

it’s you.

the little girl who had promised to be his best friend forever now stood before him, all grown up. he almost doesn’t believe it. in fact, he can’t. not until you speak, his name echoes around meaninglessly.

“what the fuck?” he gasps, still in utter shock.

“it’s really you? you’re.. oh my god, you’re steve of course you are,” wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug, the exact way you had fifteen years ago.

you even smell the same, a distinct sort of vanilla smell that takes his mind hurtling fifteen years into the past. he almost wants to throw up from the turbulence of it all.

“i can’t believe you’re here,” you gasp, still nuzzled into his shoulder, “this is so surreal,” now holding him at arms length, dissecting his face in the same way he was yours.

you looked the same and yet completely different. no more gappy smiles or sun bleached hair, very pretty. his seven year old self had thought so too, but your friendship had meant more.

“you two know each other?” robin perplexes, watching the scene unfold with zero context.

“we.. uh- yeah,” unsure of how much he can divulge, still under strict orders from his mom to never tell a soul where you’d gone.

“we were friends, i was born in hawkins so.. god, this is so weird,” you exasperate, letting go of his frame to talk to a bewildered robin.

“you’re from hawkins? you told me you were from california?” robins face twists in confusion.

“it’s a.. complicated story,” you look back at him, still trying to decipher if he was even real, “i moved away when i was young but we were like, best friends,” baring your teeth with your smile.

“well shit, i’ve got time,” robin laughs, sliding into the booth, she looks up at steve, “drinks on you.. you know, to celebrate,” wiggling her brows in that irritating way she did when she wanted something.

he dutifully obliges as you begin your story, he supposes that now you probably can.

your dad had moved out of hawkins a while ago, it wasn’t exactly a secret as to why you guys had just up and left so abruptly. steve had always hated him, made sure to glare daggers into his back when he and his mother would pass him in the street or in melvalds. he felt he owed you that.

plus steve was angry, angry that you’d had to leave him behind because of your dad. his tiny mind couldn’t comprehend that it was for the better, only understanding that it was your dad’s fault his best friend had been taken from him.

steve’s curious about california, how your life differed from hawkins. you play it off as nothing special but you smile differently when you speak of afternoons after school spent on the beach and learning to surf.

he makes some off-hand comment about making it out which causes your brows to furrow, “so did you,” tapping the table in front of him, “remember we would talk about college? living in a big house together?”

he chortles, almost choking on his beer, “yeah, with ten dogs and three cats,” shaking his head at the ridiculousness of it all.

“wow..” robin butts in, “so you did this with other girls before me?” faux-offence written all over her face.

you beam, looking between the two of them, “so are you guys dating?”

steve does choke this time, sputtering as the bitter liquid slides down the back of his throat.

“no!” they chime in unison.

“jesus christ, you think i’d date him?” robin falls into a fit of giggles, it didn’t hurt his ego anymore. robin had very particular tastes and that very much didn’t include men.

“thanks rob..” he snarls jokingly, “i uh, i have a girlfriend.. just not robin,” he’s not sure why he’s apprehensive to tell you. christ, he’d only re-known you for five fucking minutes.

“sorry, i just assumed..” shrinking into your seat, desperate to change the subject.

he’s modestly pleased that you don’t ask any more about his girlfriend, which in turn makes him feel a rotten sense of guilt.

“yeah well, to assume makes an ass out of you and me,” robin adds, giving you a poke to your ribs for good measure, “and he’s definitely not my type,” her nose shrivelling up in disgust.

you snigger, poking robin right back as she explodes into her myriad of reasons why she would never date steve. she kept a list.

there’s a sickening feeling of affinity, like all the years you hadn’t been together just ceased to exist, they no longer mattered.

especially when your eyes meet as robin prattles on, like you’re sharing an old joke.

he doesn’t like this, doesn’t fancy his odds of coming out of this unscathed but that doesn’t stop him from shifting his chair closer as the night goes on. nor does it stop him from walking you home, supporting a tipsy robin on his arm.

and it most certainly doesn’t effect him when you hug him goodnight, nestling your chin into his shoulder the way you used to.

fuck.

-

steve climbs down the steps into the strange smelling studio, he hadn’t even known this ever existed. there’s art littering the walls, the shelves, just about any surface that was available.

you’re at the back of the empty room, dabbing a paintbrush onto a canvas, completely unaware of his presence.

“hey.. robin said you’d be down here,” he speaks softly, so as to not startle you.

you still jump, clutching your chest as you spin on your heel, “jesus christ,” panting rather dramatically, “you scared the shit outta me,” shock turning into a wide smile.

“sorry,” he chuckles, weaving through the easels, trying his damn hardest not to touch or knock anything over, “what ya’ working on?” peering at the canvas.

it’s a beautiful scene, a lone swing set lies in the middle, surrounded by a peachy-pink sunset. it’s reminiscent of something he can’t quite place.

“oh just..” shrugging him off, “some stuff for my exhibition.. i dunno if i like it yet,” downplaying the glorious work of art in front of him. as if there were any need.

“what are you talking about? it’s so good,” still clinging onto his backpack strap.

you shake your head, taking the apron off of your body, tossing it onto the hook full of other dirtied aprons. “i can do better.. anyway, did you trek all the way down here for a reason or..?”

he lingers by the painting for a second longer before turning to face you, remembering his actual aim, “yes! are you joining us for dinner tonight? robin wants you to meet all of our friends,” he offers, though he’s aware it’s not much of a deal for you.

“uh.. who’s gonna be there?” you ask, quirking a brow. he’s aware that you’re not exactly a social butterfly.

“well, nancy, jonathan, vickie.. argyle, if jonathan can convince him to come out,” they were all nice enough, if he and robin liked you, they definitely would too.

“i dunno..” wrinkling your nose.

“come on,” he pleads, “it’ll be fun.. they’ll love you. nance’s been begging me to get you out.. please?”

you shake your head, as if weighing up your options, “okay.. fine, but dinner’s on you,” as you drop the pallet into the sink for someone else to deal with.

“great,” he beams, there’s something to be said about the fact he still hadn’t introduced katie to the rest of his friends yet.. but he doesn’t wanna think about that.

his hand comes to rest on what he thinks is a dry desk, waiting for you to finish up, only to find his hand now covered in goopy white paint, “oh shit,” he fusses, pulling your attention from the sink.

“oh fuck, i should’ve told you that was wet..” looking between his outstretched hand and his eyes, a giggle bubbling on your lips as he stomps over to the sink.

“oh is this funny to you, huh?” joining you at the basin.

you run the hot water for him, grabbing the bottle of soap ready to clean his hand, “well it’s a little funny,” lips twitching while he stands like a lemon.

as steve normally does, he acts before he thinks, pressing his paint-covered palm to your cheek, only registering what he had done when you shriek in response, splashing water everywhere.

“you asshole!” you gasp, brows furrowed as you conjure up something for revenge.

that’s when you grab the still paint-covered brush and smear it over his cheek and nose, staining his features a daring bright orange.

“oh it’s like that is it?” he grins, grabbing your wrist with his clean hand, threatening to mark you again. “you don’t wanna mess with me, i’ve got the upper hand,” sticking his tongue out slightly, unable to shake the way your eyes still glistened the same.

“if you want me to come to dinner, you’ll put your hand down.. call a truce,” bargaining with him.

he obliges, holding his hands up in surrender, “okay.. okay, you win,” unable to contain his laughter as he washes the paint from his palm.

you shoulder barge him as you come back to the sink, pulling your clean brushes from the water and leaving them to dry on the metal board.

“we’re gonna have to swing by my room,” you smile begrudgingly, shoving your stuff into your bag, watching as he dries his hand.

“okay,” his grin still lingering, “personally, i think you should just come to dinner like that.. it looks great,” enjoying the ribbing that came with being your friend.

you scoff, practically pushing him out of the studio, ensuring he couldn’t wreck havoc on anything else.

the pair of you glide down the hall, steve filling you in on the guests that would joining you for dinner when a voice calls his name from in front.

katie bounds up to him, smile fading the second she sees the new colour of his face, “why are you orange?” face screwed up as she rescinds her offer of a kiss. he’s slyly thankful that your adorned his face now.

“oh we.. i- i tripped, got paint everywhere,” he chuckles, feeling like a scolded child.

katie hums, “right.. that’s kinda weird,” her eyes flit over to you and the paint on your face, “you trip too?” a judgemental look flashing across her features.

“no,” shrinking into yourself, “steve.. tripped,” doubting your own words, like your measly paint fight needed to be kept secret. but maybe that’s just how he felt, is that wrong?

he can’t decide.

“hmph,” katie frowns, her attention turning back to steve, “go and clean up.. you look like a clown,” before speeding off down the hall, ponytail flouncing around as she goes.

he just rolls his eyes continuing out of the building as you scurry along behind, “she seems nice,” sarcasm dripping off your tongue.

“ignore her,” brushing the whole encounter off, “she’s just.. pissy because i’m busy tonight, don’t take it personally,” offering a short smile. he glances at his watch, grimacing at the time, “oh shit, we’re late,” grabbing your hand as he starts sprinting ahead.

“i can’t meet your friends like this!” you holler, bounding behind him.

“they won’t mind!” he screams into the wind, dodging other students with a skill only possessed by someone who chronically sleeps through their alarm.

they really don’t.

in fact, robin bursts into laughter as you walk into the diner, “i’m not even gonna ask,” tapping the plush cushion for you to slide in next to her, steve follows closely behind.

the two of you share a look, an inside joke that was just yours. he liked that, it made him feel strangely important. like he was worthy of sharing things with just you.

everyone is lovely, obviously. he had no doubt that they would be. argyle corners you about california, discovering that it is a rather large state and no, you won’t have bumped into each other.

steve doesn’t want the night to end, he’s selfish like that. so he does the sane thing to ensure you spend as much time together as possible, walking you and robin back through campus, still adorned with paint.

“thank you.. for making me go,” you smile coyly once you reach your door, robin had already disappeared off inside, leaving just the two of you.

“no worries.. i told you they’d love you,” shoving his hands into his pockets, mostly so he doesn’t do anything stupid.

you chuckle, reaching for the door handle, “i’ve really missed you, you know? it’s like it’s all hit me at once,” shrugging your shoulders as if that were just some nonchalant comment he would ever be able to forget.

“i missed you too,” he adds, truly meaning it.

sure, he’d found friendship again but nothing had ever felt quite like you. it was different, and even now after years and years of being in separate states, with no idea that the other was even still alive, it all felt normal.

like you could walk back into that park tomorrow, sit on the swings and just natter away about everything and nothing like you used to.

“goodnight, see you tomorrow?” you smile, sliding through the door, waiting just long enough for his reply.

“of course,” returning the smile.

he hums all the way home, a child-like joy overrunning his senses. he thinks about you when he dreams, of sharing crayons and candy. high-pitched giggles and an unfaltering feeling of love.

-

it had been weeks of hanging out now, sharing tales from your childhood, robin was still struggling to understand that you were also from hawkins. “you’re just.. it’s crazy, you’re nothing like the usual hawkins dwellers and the fact that you were friends with him? wow..” she had muttered with a swift jab to steve’s arm.

she had had the bright idea of a sleepover, they hadn’t really been able to since moving to chicago, out of respect for their roommates but now her roommate was you, what was stopping them?

“why don’t we push the beds together?” robin blurts out, like a lightbulb had just gone ding on the top of her head.

you nod excitably, going to heave your bed across the room. steve pushes the end of the bed frame, connecting it to robin’s as she stands there doing absolutely nothing to help.

“phew thanks robin, couldn’t have done that without all your help!” steve quips, throwing his best friend a snide smile.

“shut up dingus, my nails are still wet,” as if that made it okay.

you smile at the two of them, stood in your pyjamas that steve had definitely not been gawping at. he doesn’t mean to, he knows it’s not like that. he has a girlfriend for christ’s sake.

that’s what he’s been telling himself anyway.

“you’re in the middle,” robin declares, looking at you, rather than him, “put your cold feet on somebody else for once,” before climbing into her side of the bed.

you slide in next, cuddling up to robin as you do. steve’s next, fashioned in his excuse for pyjamas, namely a chicago university shirt and his boxers. it probably wouldn’t go down well if katie were to find out but he didn’t particularly care.

there’s a joke there, something about sharing a bed with a lesbian and his childhood best friend but he can’t be bothered to think about it.

not when you turn over to face him, all smiles and warm cheeks, he has to remind himself that robin is on the other side of you, mumbling something about not waking her up early.

“goodnight,” you grin, relaxing into the pillow you shared as the light flickers off.

“night,” he replies, pulling his eyes away from your shadowy features, deciding that staring at the fuzzy ceiling was better than being a freak.

you roll over slightly, head falling onto his shoulder making his breathing falter, sworn to this position until you up and moved. it’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make.

he shouldn’t be thinking like this, you’re friends, old friends to be exact. and he has a girlfriend.

-

except, he awakens in the morning, stiff shoulder and a cricked neck, taking a peek at the other side of the bed to find robin had forced you into him with her sprawling limbs.

you rouse not long after he does, blinking at the light and hurriedly moving your head from his dead arm.

“oh my god,” you remark, “i’m sorry.. was i on you all night?” wriggling around the small space you held.

steve exhales, lifting his arm in the air in an attempt to get some blood flowing back into the extremity, “yup.. it’s okay though,” quickly rolling over to face you, “sleep well?”

“well, apart from robin’s foot in my back.. yeah, pretty well,” chuckling into the pillow as you shy away. he wishes you wouldn’t.

“then it was worth the dead arm,” returning your abnormally bright smile, you were far too chipper for this time in the morning but he didn’t mind. made a difference from the usual grump robin was in, for sure.

“you should sleep over more often,” you smile.

he heart soars, god he’d love to. “oh yeah? like we used to?”

the crinkle by your eye returns, remembering times gone by, “yeah, just like that,” speaking softly, as if it wouldn’t take an industrial alarm to wake robin.

“you wanna go get breakfast?” he asks, before this devolves any further.

“absolutely.”

-

there’s a knock at the door, tommy doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even make a half assed effort to pretend to care so steve huffs and gets up to answer.

you’re stood on the other side, already smiling as you wait. it’s a welcome sight, without robin he’s been a little stir-crazy, not yet brave enough to venture to your room without her there.

maybe he’s afraid that something would happen, maybe he’s not. he’s not entirely convinced that he’d have the power to stop himself.

“i just came to give you a ticket.. for my exhibition, it’s on saturday so.. if you’re busy i totally get it,” you fret, offering out the ticket to him.

there’s an undetermined feeling in his stomach, looking down at the paper ticket in his pal, warmth rushing to his chest at the fact you’d even considered him.

steve steps out of the room, closing the door behind him, away from tommy and listening ears. tommy and katie were friends somewhat, mostly by association through his girlfriend carol. anyhow, he wasn’t keen on him telling some misconstrued story to carol and then reaping the punishment from that.

“wow..” still starstruck that you had asked him. “i’ll be there.. wouldn’t miss it,” sliding the ticket into his pocket, mostly so he would stop looking like a weirdo for staring at it.

“okay,” you nod, smile up to your ears, “it’s only small..” here you go again, downplaying your talent as if steve would ever care.

“stop it,” he warns, jokingly rolling his eyes, “hey, i’ll walk you back.. i needa get out of that fucking room,” gesturing for you to take the lead.

you chatter all the way across campus, talking about everything and nothing, he wants to ask if that painting of the swingset will be there but doesn’t. letting you blabber on about composition and the asshole gallery manager that wants you to set up at 6am.

its only when you reach your hall that you stop, turning to face him with a genuine smile that makes his heart thud.

“it’d really mean a lot if you came..”

he nods, stepping closer only just, “i will, i’ll be there,” assuring you as much as he could. he meant it, too. there’s really nothing he could think of that would make him not go.

he allows his gaze to slip to your lips, he lets himself do that even though he shouldn’t.

studying the curve, the slight gap between your bottom and top lip, the way they twitch with what he hopes is anticipation.

you’re both inching closer, neither of you acknowledging what’s about to happen. the air is thick, silent even. a knowing sense that you’re either about to ruin everything or become something more.

two doors down, a door swings open, a voice bellowing out, “i’ll catch up!” before a boy speeds out, glancing at the two of you briefly before disappearing.

you clear your throat, averting your gaze, studying the dirtied floor, “okay.. i’ll see you saturday,” coy smile as you unlock the door and potter off inside.

steve stands there, blinking at the wooden frame as if you’d somehow materialise from the other side.

he hightails it back to his room, in some sort of daze as he attempts to reconfigure himself. his relationship and his friendship with you. nothing made sense.

he’s not sure it ever will again.

fuck he wishes robin were here. of course she’s at some stupid family reunion when he needs her most. his next port of call would be you and well.. that didn’t seem particularly helpful.

he errs on calling robin, floating around his room with no purpose. at least tommy was no where to be seen, unsure if he could’ve handled his beady little eyes and snooping questions.

katie would be waiting on him, he always stayed over on thursdays, at least he used to. before you were back i. the picture. before you had completely consumed his mind with your stupid smile and stupid face. both a distant memory and an important part of his current life. it’s fucking dizzying.

it’s not really stupid, he thinks he’s stupid actually.

steve does what he does best and decides to ignore his brain, grabs his keys and storms out of his dorm. he’s grateful that katie’s house is on the opposite side of campus from your building. that way he couldn’t accidentally wind up there instead of where he’s supposed to be.

she welcomes him in, a pink, frilly house that steve had always detested a little bit. it smelt too strongly of vanilla and the other girls always side-eyed him, bitter and judgemental over something he couldn’t figure out.

it’s now that they’re sat on katie’s satin bedsheets that he realises that he really, really doesn’t want to be here.

nevertheless, he swallows it down. putting on false pretences as they fake-watch the shitty rom-com she’d turned on to fill the silence.

“so.. have you got your suit for saturday?” katie asks, playing with his limp hand.

“yeah,” resisting the urge to move his hand away, “sorry- saturday? i thought it was tomorrow?”

katie had asked- or more precisely begged him to escort her to this senior send off ceremony. some bullshit sorority ritual that made zero sense to him.

“uh.. no, always been saturday,” she’s still smiling, still trying, “steve, i told you weeks ago,” her frustrations seeping out of her pores, spilling over onto her features.

“you said friday,” so sure of himself, so sure that she was wrong. how would he forget that?

unless something, or perhaps someone was shrouding his mind.

“well, what plans are more important than your girlfriend’s senior send off?” she asks, all defensive.

he struggles to answer, there’s no way he can really spin it to make it sound less bad, strangled noises drift from his throat as the words fail to form.

“exactly,” katie pouts, crossing her arms over her chest, “you’ll just have to rearrange.”

steve doesn’t stay over, makes up some shoddy excuse about needing to study to get out of it. she’s not happy, obviously, but when is she?

he’s grateful that the campus is quiet as he stalks back to his dorm, thoughts swirling through his brain. everything is so confusing, his cushy little college life had been majorly disrupted and now all of the plans he had made had come crashing down.

there had been conversations about finding a house after graduation, moving in together randomly starting their life and yet, that couldn’t be further than what he wanted.

at least now.

-

steve finally gives up, turning to the only person he thinks will rationalise his thoughts, robin buckley. who has pulled her grandmother’s phone into the private dining room just for this conversation.

“we nearly kissed,” he spits out, eyeing the group of drunk students passing in the hallway. wouldn’t it be great if it somehow got back to katie through some nosy busybody.

“what? when? why didn’t you call me sooner?” she demands, “why didn’t you kiss? oh my god steve harrington, you’re so useless.”

“uh.. what do you mean why didn’t we kiss? remember my girlfriend? who’d chop my balls off if i ever cheated on her?”

“who cares? nobody likes her anyway,” robin roars right into his ear.

“i’m not gonna even acknowledge that.”

“okay, well, did you want to kiss her?”

steve pauses, perplexing the situation. he doesn’t need to really, of course he wanted to.

“..yeah.”

“well there you go!” she shrieks.

“it felt.. weird, i dunno, i think she wanted to too,” he curls the cord around his finger, “and now katie wants me to go to this senior send-off thing but there’s the exhibition.. i don’t know what to do,” his shoulders slumping.

“wait wait wait, what do you mean it felt weird?” dismissing his dilemma. you know, the thing he had actually called her about.

“well it felt right.”

the line goes silent but he can still hear her faint breathing down the line. she’s thinking, probably attempting to sweeten up her words. but eventually she sighs, “i think you know what to do.”

“but i don’t! rob i really don’t! why do you think i’m calling you at fucking one am?”

she clicks her tongue and steve can picture what smug look she has on her face, it was a signature feature of hers, especially when she’d been able to prove him wrong. “you do. i think you called me because you wanted me to tell you what you want to hear.. but i don’t even need to do that.”

he wails into the receiver, all he’d wanted was a clear cut answer from his best friend. a little advice and maybe some confirmation bias, was that too much to ask for?

“you’re no help,” he scowls, patting his now empty pockets in search of more coins, “i haven’t got any more change.. i’m gonna have to go,” sighing as he’s left on his own with his head once more.

“you’ll do the right thing, steve. i know you and i trust you,” before the line cuts out, the dial tone screams out.

he slams the piece of useless plastic back onto the holder. that wasn’t helpful, rather just some weird, reverse psychology lesson. he feels cheated, his first option of just flipping a coin would’ve been more helpful.

his feet drag along the carpet back to his room, swallowing the guilt and all of the other confusing emotions he seemed to have accumulated.

it’s funny that even though robin hadn’t exactly said anything specific, he’d known what she was talking about. it’s even funnier that as he climbs into bed, all he can think about is you.

-

steve hangs back, stood at the back while the speech finishes. he doesn’t know what he’s doing here, what he’s supposed to be looking at or talking to, incredibly out of place.

no one pays him any mind, too interested in whatever this balding man has to say.

you don’t spot him either, keeping your eyes trained to the art director. he can tell you’re nervous, picking indiscreetly at your hangnail, chewing on your cheek. you’d never liked, or been particularly good at public speaking, steve was your voice for many years. not that he minded.

there’s lots of chatter, people walking around the small space with their hands behind their back, putting on this facade that they were art snobs and not just weird middle-aged people looking for something to do on a saturday afternoon.

they all sort of disperse, ogling the paintings and such. leaving him stood in the middle of the room like a lemon, wondering if he should just go over to you or wait until this had all finished.

but you meet his eye momentarily, head snapping in his direction when you realise who it is. your lips slowly curve into a smile, ditching the conversation to weave through everyone to him.

“you came,” you state, like there was ever a chance of him not coming.

“i told you i would,” he’s not one to break a promise. ever.

“no i know but, robin mentioned something about your girlfriend, she didn’t know if you were.. forget it,” throwing your hands about, ridding the air of your words.

he’s not exactly surprised that you’d have doubts, not after your almost-kiss the other night. he hadn’t seen you since, too busy with the exhibit to sit and dwell on it, he bets.

steve shakes his head, “nah, i had something more important to do,” full of unbridled exhilaration, it’s like his body knew he had made the right choice.

you flush, avoiding his eyes as you usually do when you’re nervous or embarrassed. “well.. thank you,” shrugging him off. he so wish you wouldn’t.

he decides to just lay it all bare, tired of skirting around the truth and minimising his obviously very real feelings. “this isn’t the right time but,” smoothing down his wrinkled shirt, “i just wanted you to know that i’ve wanted to do this for weeks and.. shit,” he sighs, cupping your cheek and moving in before you can protest.

your lips connect, sending flames through his veins, you’re not expecting it judging by the lack of movement on your part, stood frozen even as he pulls away.

“sorry,” the first thing he says, watching your face as you stand shocked.

he was so sure that his feelings would be reciprocated, had pretty much convinced himself that you were destined to grow grey together but maybe he’d got it all wrong.

his cheeks burn as you just blink, time slows and he wishes that the floorboards would just collapse under him so he could disappear forever.

in lieu of a reply, you smash your faces together again, this time steve’s not quite expecting it, your noses bang against each others. but he doesn’t move, his smile growing against your lips.

there are a collection of muttered oohs from the crowd. it was rather a lot for a saturday morning.

“sorry,” you echo, biting down into your bottom lip, “not the wrong time at all,” your eyes shining through your spindly lashes.

steve bursts into laughter, drawing an even bigger crowd of eyes as he does so. his eyes dart around the vaguely stunned audience, “hey look, find me after.. i’ll be here,” gently pushing you off to go and do whatever the hell it is that artists do at these things.

you nod, all dazed and smiley, immediately falling into conversation about a painting.

-

he’s only dozing when the door creaks open, too encapsulated by sleep to bother to open his eyes. you’re dead to the world, snoring softly curled into his chest.

a quiet gasp rings out from the door and then just as expected, robin bounds over to your bed, poking his arm that was both underneath your shoulders and hanging off of the bed.

he peeks a look at his slightly deranged best friend, the lamp was just bright enough to showcase her enthusiastic grin, “you did it!” whispering far too loudly, “i knew you’d make the right choice,” buzzing around the room.

she damn near jumps in the air, clicking her heels together like some freak.

steve just closes his eyes again, falling back into sleep with a grin on his face and you between his arms.

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Blue Flame - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

Frat!Rafe x Reader x Reader’s Best Friend

(Rafe is interested in the reader romantically)

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 frat!rafe, swearing, name-calling, drinking, drug usage, pet names (daddy, doll, baby, babygirl etc, degradation, threesome, rough oral, teasing, throat fucking, cum play, oral receiving (female), public fondling, ownership kink if you squint, switch!rafe x dom!reader x dom female, spitting, Rafe is more interested in the reader than her friend

📖 Frat!Rafe x Reader x Reader’s friend based off of the lyrics from “Already Best Friends”. College student/former stripper reader has a crush on frat president Rafe. When she calls a buddy in, during a frat party, they have a little fun 💕

✨ “That’s right… And in an hour, you and I are gonna come back up here, and you’re gonna give me a private show. I want you to dance for me, y/n. Then, I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress.” ✨

3K <- mostly smut

🎶 She brought a buddy in

“What you studying?”

“Education, that’s where the money is.”

“You think you funny, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m the funniest.”

“So what about you?”

Her friend replied, “I don’t go to school.”

“Okay, what you do?”

“I’m a dancer, and quick question, are you a cancer?”

I said, “Hell nah, where you dance at?”

She said, “Blue flame, that shit be jam-packed.” 🎶

Cali: where are you, babe?

YN: outside come out here please

Cali: whats goin on

YN: hot tub

Cali: say less 💕

Cali: anyone out there with you?

YN: that guy 🤭 the one I was telling you abt. He’s out here

Cali: Rafe???

Cali: oh shit

YN: you wanna have a little fun

Cali: always ☺️

Reader’s POV:

“What are you two up to?” Cali asks as she walks across the deck toward the two of you. The hot tub had cleared out, leaving you and Rafe behind.

“Just smokin’, sweetheart’,” Rafe smiles, fishing out a joint from behind his ear.

“Wanna join?” You ask your bestie, who’s already stripping down to her bra and panties.

Cali chuckles and roll her eyes. “Obviously,” she breathes as she steps in, choosing a seat on the other side of you, putting you right in the middle. Rafe flicks his BIC, blazing up a joint before taking a haul. He releases his smoke up high, puffing once more before passing it to her.

Cali accepts, taking it between her plush lips. She rips the weed, letting the smoke pour from her mouth. “This is good shit,” she smiles, eyeing it between her fingers before shifting her emerald-green gaze your way. “Well, thanks for the invite, y/n; I hope I’m not interrupting. The two of you look pretty comfy.”

“Oh, please… I invited you, baby,” you smile, picking the joint off her fingers.

”‘Course… Shit. The more the merrier,“ Rafe adds, his voice already raspy from the smoke. “And, this is my shit… It better be fuckin’ good.” He eyes the fat joint in his large fingers, his gold ring shining bright.

“Smokin’ out of your own stash?” You tease, sliding a little closer to Rafe than you already were. His eyes drift from your lips to your chest; your Calvin Klein bra almost entirely see-through, giving him a tease. You smile even wider when his next couple words get stuck on his lips.

“Umm… Quality control?” He grins, his hazed blue eyes matching yours again, giving you butterflies. “I’m Rafe, by the way.” His focus shifts to Cali.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Rafe. I’m Cali. So, you run this place. Huh?” She chuckles lightly, swirling her finger around, gesturing to the party raging around you.

“Yeah… I’m the president-”

“Ooooh, fancy,” she adds, teasing him playfully as he drops his position in the house. Rafe smiles and shakes his head, looking away for a moment to collect himself, then back to you again.

“Hey, you asked. Aight? I wasn’t gonna drop titles.” He takes off his hat, brushing his wet hand through his dirty blonde hair before putting it back on. You swoon, seeing more of his handsome face: a chiseled jawline, perfect lips, and just the right amount of stubble. Cali squeezes your thigh, either catching you gawking or agreeing with you; this man is fucking fine.

“So, Y/n, what are you studying?” Rafe asks between sips of beer, looking your way. “I don’t think I ever asked – I mean, obviously we’re in that Comm class together. Is that your major?” You shake your head ‘no’. “Lemme guess then, yeah?” He looks at you, joint pinched between his lips, doing his best to get a read off you. “Education?”

You gasp and smile, “Mhmm… Education.”

“Heard that’s where the money is,” he teases, his smile widening as he sees your reaction. Rafe lifts the joint up high as you splash him with a little water, flirtingly.

“Well, what’s your major than, frat boy? Communications?”

“Nah, princess. I actually wanna make money one day.”

“You think you’re funny. Huh?”

“M’the funniest,” Rafe chuckles raspily before taking another hit, passing it to you.

“I’m sure you are, prez,” you challenge him as you lean in close — really fuckin’ close. Your mind starts to race along with your heart as you find yourself closer than you’ve ever been before, barely clothed, and soaking wet. “Well, let me guess now… Finance?”

Rafe shakes his head ‘no’ and smiles, “International Business.”

Cali looks over at you, eyes doubling as she sees your damp bra, joining the conversation again. “Fuck, bitch.” She reaches out, giving your tits a playful squeeze. “You look good, baby. Doesn’t she look good?” Cali asks, playing wingwoman as she looks over at Rafe with a smirk of approval for the man of your desires, his eyes never having left you in the first place.

“So fuckin’ good,” he smiles. You rest the joint on Cali’s lips with a smile. “So, what about you? What’s your major, Cali?”

“I don’t go to school,” she breathes through her exhale. “College is not for me.”

“Okay – okay, what do you do,” Rafe questions as he stretches his arm behind your shoulders, shifting even closer. You smile up at him, seating your hand on his thigh, making him bite his lip to fight back a smile.

“I’m a dancer – I work at Blue Flame downtown,” she adds. “This one did, too, before she declared her major. Fuckin’ bitch,” Cali bullies, flicking some water in your face in protest for leaving her behind for a higher education. “It’s not the same without you.”

“I miss it, honestly.”

“Guess you’ll just have to dance for your man instead.” Rafe’s mood shifts instantly, making Cali rush to assure him. “She doesn’t have a man. Her future man, Cameron. I’m sorry, baby. You looked like you were about to cry.”

“C’mon now,” Rafe snorts and laughs as Cali continues to give him shit. “I mean, yeah, I got a little disappointed. Can you blame me?”

“Not at all… She’s perfect. She’s my better half. Truly.”

You lean in, giving her a quick, playful kiss. “Love you, baby.”

“Shit, so you two are really close. Huh? I didn’t see you walk in with anybody. Better half? So, are you like dating or something?” Rafe asks, his curiosity peaked.

“Just besties,” you answer, with a giggle that has Cali joining in, falling onto your lap. Rafe cocks an eyebrow, clearly liking what he’s sees. Cali breaks the pattern of the smoke circle, passing the weed back to you. She straddles your lap, chest to chest with you. You take the weed between your lips, taking a hit. Cali leans in, the aroma of her vanilla perfume engulfing you as she moves closer, holding back just enough, letting you lean in the rest of the way. Your lips hover within mere centimeters of hers, casting smoke into her parted lips. She inhales without hesitation, taking it all. Her darkened eyes drift open, matching yours, the two of you putting on a show for Rafe.

”Well, fuck…” Rafe huffs. “So, uh… umm. Holy shit. What are – what are the two of you up to tonight?“ Rafe fumbles over his words again, too distracted with how pretty the two of you look together, his fantasies running wild. Cali shifts back, retaking a seat, the whole situation leaving you craving more. More of her, more of Rafe’s eyes on you. It’s the perfect storm. You look up at him, smiling, baiting him into the exchange as well.

“We can stay in here if you’d like, baby.”

“I mean, we don’t have to stay in here,” he answers hastily.

“Yeah? N’what do you want, Cameron?”

“Seems like you got somethin’ on your mind, prez,” Cali adds.

“Yeah, I got a few things on my mind,” he smirks. Rafe reaches over, resting the joint between your lips. You shut your eyes, relaxing as you toke nice and slow. Rafe’s large hand rests on your thigh. You place yours on top, guiding him in between your thighs. You repeat the same process with Rafe, his lips ghosting over the top of yours, accepting the shot. He stalls for a moment, just enough time to exhale. The next second, Rafe’s lips collide with yours, making you moan into his mouth when he cups your pussy. “This okay?” Rafe murmurs against your lips.

“Yeah,” you pant. He turns his eyes to Cali, posing the same question.

“Yes – Shit,” she answers, giddily.

“Can I?” Rafe asks, switching his eyes to her and back to you. “S’Okay if I kiss, Cali? I just – I was gettin’ this vibe that you liked me-”

“I do,” you stop him fast. “I like you… I like this, too,” you smile sweetly. “Let’s have a little fun tonight. We can talk about it later. Yeah?”

“Fuck, princess. Yeah – Damn… Whatever you want. I’m down.”

Rafe pulls Cali in by the waist, pressing his lips against hers. A smile stretches across your lips as you eye the placement of his hand, still reaching for you, not wanting to lose contact.

”Do you want to…“

“Come to your room?” Cali finished his sentence.

“Mhmm.”

“Please…” You sigh dreamily as your fingernails lightly scratch his clothed cockhead, his dick rock-hard underneath.

“Holy shit,” Rafe groans. “Let’s get outta here. Yeah?” He asks as he takes off his snapback, standing up carefully, covering his hard-on with his cap. Water drips off his muscular body, as he steps out of the warm tub. He slides on his Champion sweatshorts, tugging on a faded frat t-shirt. Rafe helps you out of the tub, doing his best not to gawk as he grabs your dry clothes off the ground. You turn toward Cali, pawing the water out of your hair, ass swallowing up your wet thong. You tug your sundress over your wet curves. Rafe pulls you in by your waist as Cali puts her garments back on. He leans down, kissing you nice and slow. “M’gettin’ your number after this. I’m serious. Are you free tomorrow night?”

You smile as you rise on your tippy toes, meeting his lip for another kiss. “I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I. Shittt… Let’s have a little fun. Yeah?”

The man’s already on cloud nine and all you did was kiss. You twine your fingers in Cali’s as Rafe leads you to his bedroom before shutting the door. You look back at Rafe, his lust-blown pupils locked on you. He’s soaking in this moment, studying the two of you carefully, taking into memory each detail.

Your tongue slips between Cali’s lips, swirling with hers. “Think your boy wants to watch for a bit,” Cali mumbles between kisses. Rafe continues to stare as he walks backward, feeling for a chair. The two of you strip off your dresses again. You crawl back onto the mattress as Cali slinks toward you, making your heart race. Cali lowers herself on top of you, kissing you deeply as your fingers rake into her hair.

Your head rolls to the side, meeting Rafe’s eyes as he palms himself through his sweats. Fuck, I wanna see his cock. “Co’mere. Please…” He begs, thinking he could wait but getting too impatient. Lucky me. You reach for the hem of his shirt, practically ripping the tee off his big frame as Cali watches on. Resting your hands on his chest, you push him back down to sit. He looks up wide-eyed, waiting for you to set the pace. Cali meets his lips; their kiss, messy and rushed, mouthwatering nonetheless, conjuring up something animalistic inside you.

You fall to your knees, slotting yourself between his big thighs. Rafe’s gold chain glints with every quick breath as Cali’s nails dig into his broad chest. Your hands drift lower and lower, goosebumps spreading across his tanned skin. You skim your fingers over the divots of his abs, following a slight trail of hair working below the waistband of his Champions. His hardened cock is aching to be freed, confined in his tight boxer briefs. A desperate moan from Cali snaps you out of your daze. You finger the waistband of his shorts, drawing all eyes to you again.

You push his sweats down his thighs, quickly tugging at his black briefs. Cali can’t help but pull back watching his dick swings out, smacking just below his belly button. Her eyes double, just as surprised as you at the sheer size of his cock. “Fuck, daddy,” she mumbles, returning her lips to his, the two of them kissing feverishly as their tongues battle for dominance.

You take hold of his thick dick, making Cali swallow his moan. Flattening your tongue, you glide it along his cock, catching the precum rolling slowly down the side. Rafe pulls away from their kiss, looking at you out of the corner of his eye, more interested in the attention you’re paying below than Cali’s lips on him.

Sinking down, you take as much of Rafe as you can, his fat cockhead pressing against the back of your throat, making you gag. You swirl slowly to his tip, watching his eyes roll back into his skull. Rafe’s gaze returns to yours, Cali’s full lips marking his thick neck as you suckle on his throbbing tip. You start to bob fast, watching Rafe’s toes curl. Cali’s nails scratch lightly through your hair, taking hold of the back of your head. She guides you, using your mouth to stroke Rafe’s cock as she praises you, your trained mouth drawing out moan after moan from him.

Cali’s hand slips out of your hair, moving between her legs. She pushes aside her wet lace panties, head falling onto Rafe’s shoulder as she runs soft circles on her pussy. You pull off his cock, spitting lewdly before taking him back in your fist, pumping Rafe for all he’s worth. “You want him to help you, Cals?”

Rafe’s jaw tightens, just the sheer request making his cock twitch in your palm. His fingers quickly replace hers, earning a needy moan as his skilled hand works its magic. You grab Cali’s wrist, taking her fingers between your lips, sucking hard. “Y/n…” Rafe hails, watching you in awe as you taste her on your tongue.

“So sweet,” you mumble. Rafe swallows thickly, doing his best to hold back pleasure as you continue to pump, lowering your lips to his cock again.

“Shit… I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” Cali whimpers.

“Me either,” Rafe moans. ”Fuck, baby. Suck my fuckin’ dick, y/n.” You wrap your lips around his head, hollowing your cheeks, making the muscles in his thighs tremble under your hands. Cali’s about to burst, back arching, eyes fighting to stay locked on you.

“Oh, Rafe… Just like that,” she cries as she throws her head back. The slick sounds of her cunt fill the room, along with Rafe’s moaning and panting breaths. Rafe grabs your head; hips pitching as he cums in spurts. You’re calculated with his climax, focusing on letting his seed pool on your tongue.

You stick it out showing Rafe his sticky spent before leaning into Cali, spitting it into her mouth. “Fuck me,” he moans, throwing his head back on the coach. His arms lay in exhaustion by his side, the most satisfied, blissful smile on his lips. “Best night of my fuckin’ life,” he pants as he returns his eyes to you. Rafe runs his thumb along your chin, catching the rest of his cum, before stuffing it in your mouth, letting you suck it off. Rafe presses down, parting your lips, spitting inside. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into with me, princess. You know you’re mine now. Yeah?” He smiles as he hooks his finger under your chin, closing your mouth, watching you swallow. “Your turn.”

Cali reaches around you, lifting your bra, letting your boobs bounce free. Rafe grabs your tits in his large hands as you watch his half-hard cock stiffen again. Rafe takes you swiftly into his strong arms, kissing you passionately as you reach the mattress. “Just pretend like I’m not here. Wanna watch you eat her pussy,” Cali whispers through a mischievous smile, crawling on the bed.

“That was the sexiest shit I have ever fuckin’ seen, Y/n, you… I have no words,” he mumbles between kisses.

“Yeah? You liked that?” You giggle breathily as Rafe smile stretches against lips.

“Loved it, sweetheart.” He tosses you down on the bed, watching with an insatiable thirst as your breasts bounce, mounting you fast. His warm tongue swirls your nipple, sucking and flicking your sensitive skin, making you moan and cry for more. Rafe works lower on your body, his eyes not lesving you. You lie back on the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows between Cali’s thighs. She looks down at you, leaning in for a kiss. Rafe’s rough fingers draw up your skin, setting your body ablaze as they drift between your thighs. “So soaked, baby. Goddamn… Makin’ a mess already.”

Rafe touches your panties, making you gasp into your kiss as you feel the chilled sensation against your warmth. He releases a deep, sinful laugh, sending chills down your spine. You lift your hips as he hooks his fingers around the cotton band of your thong, pulling it down your thighs. Rafe grabs your legs, spreading them open, pressing your thighs into the mattress. “Bet you can’t wait to fuck her pussy-”

“Can’t fuckin’ wait,” he cuts Cali short. You can feel her soft touch, ghosting circles around your nipples, your pliant skin hardening under her touch as Rafe dips his thick fingers between your folds, spreading your slick.

“You’re so wet…” Cali praises. “Bet you could make a mess of Rafe’s cock, y/n.”

“Bet I could… Maybe he’ll let me clean him off when we’re done,” you smile.

“He said tomorrow, princess, after your little date. Or, does that greedy little cunt of yours need to be filled tonight, y/n?”

“You two are gonna kill me,” Rafe mumbles. His pleasure alone, enough to send you over the edge, embarrassingly close, feeding off of his high. You feel yourself dripping, Rafe’s tongue quickly laps up the mess between your thighs.

“Yes, daddy. Shit-” You sigh, unable to form the rest of your words as his lips lock down on your puffy clit. Cali’s small hands grab as much of your breasts as she can, pressing them together for him, tweaking and rolling your nipples as Rafe watches, longingly, moaning into your pussy at the sight of her toying with your tits. Rafe starts to rock his cock into the mattress, craving friction, dreaming about the nasty shit Cali was teasing him with.

Rafe takes you by surprise, looping his big arms around your thighs, pulling you close. He licks a fat stripe from your hole to your sensitive bud, making you cry out in pleasure. Rafe darts and flicks his tongue, watching you twitch and whine beneath him. The chill of his rings hits the heat of your inner thigh, working higher and higher, making your eyes roll back. Rafe slaps your drenched pussy, making tears gather in your eyes before doing it again. Your pleasure builds as he thrusts two long fingers into your soaked pussy, setting a fast gait, making your thighs quake uncontrollably.

He spits on your clit, working the pads of his fingers rapidly over your bundle of nerves, circling his tongue through your cunt, tongue-fucking you as you plead for your release. “Make me cum, Rafe. Fuck. M’right there,” you whimper. He buries himself between your thighs, suffocating himself in your drenched pussy. “Yes!” You let out a choked cry.

“Cum for us, sweetheart,” Rafe moans against your sex; the vibrations of his low voice sends you over the edge, straight into ecstasy. You scream his name, knitting your fingers in his hair as you hold him close. Rafe continues to please you through your orgasm as your release drips from your pussy, wetting his sheets below. “Good girl… S’good. Look at that mess, Cali,” he rasps. “She a dirty fuckin’ slut. Huh? Just perfect f’me.” Your eyes flutter open on his. Rafe quickly takes purchase of your lips, kissing you deeply as you do your best to catch your breath. “Shit, princess… I don’t think I can wait.”

“You can’t wait, baby?”

“No… No I can’t.”

“Mmm… What about tomorrow?” You tease.

“Unless you stand me up it’s happening. But this party is gonna clear out in an hour. Everyone’s gonna leave for the night, and it’ll be just you and me.” You smile up at Cali, your bestie matching your energy as Rafe continues to grind into you nice and slow, mumbling into your ear. “I’m gonna treat you like a fuckin’ slut tonight but you gotta know I’m serious. I wanna get to know you too.”

“Okay,” you giggle happily, making Cali cover her mouth to conceal her squeal of excitement for you.

“Am I your man, baby?”

“You’re my man,” you coo, cuddling into him as you wrap your arms around his trim waist.

“That’s right… And in an hour, you and I are gonna come back up here, and you’re gonna give me a private show. I want you to dance for me, y/n. Then, I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress.”

You smile, as your fingers trace up his back, scratching into his hair. “You promise?”

Rafe chuckles deeply against the warmth of your neck, his swollen tip teasing your soaked hole, doing everything but pushing inside. “I’m gonna ruin you princess.”

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Butterfly Effect

paring: Jake Seresin x female!aviator!reader (callsign Enyo)

wordcount: 11225 (I warned you people and I cut a lot of stuff already 🫠 if things don't make sense, please ask. There is probably a scene in the extended cut that explains it)

synopsis: Enyo and Hangman are known as the Top Gun power couple and after almost a decade of being with each other and Jake facing a 7-month deployment he asks you to finally meet his family in Texas. Knowing what kind of wealthy background he's coming from makes you more nervous than flying a mission in your old girl. And like you expected. The family dinner turns into a Seresin Family Inquisition interrogation and the garden party the following day is the worst warzone you've ever been in. All you want to do is leave, but then you overhear a conversation not meant for your ears and everything changes.

inspo: Exile by Taylor Swift; Piano Cover (I listened to this on repeat while writing so if you want the full-blown experience, I suggest putting it on. It's really good)

note: This is probably the most gutwrenching thing I've written, like ever. I cannot remember me crying this much about something I wrote and that's why I post it now. I cannot keep editing this. I am a masochist, but even I have my limits. Originally I created Enyo as a reader insert for my curvy girls because I remembered a nasty comment I had gotten once and thought it would fit perfectly into the Top Gun universe and then this happened. I intended to write an unhappy ending and a happy one but the more I wrote the more I realised that because I love Enyo so much I have to respect her and writing an alternative version feels like betraying one of the core ideals of the story. Usually, I am all about constructive criticism, because I believe it's the only way to improve, but I would greatly appreciate it if you could skip that with this one. I am still thrilled about every reblog and comment on what you liked and if you needed some tissues, but please be kind.

Trigger Warning ( You are responsible for your media consumption, proceed with caution, you know the drill): major character death (KIA and unspecified), !!! ANGST & HURT !!!, mourning and moving on, violence (verbal and punches), breaking up, self-sacrifice, suicide mission, miscommunication, verbally abusive and controlling parents (Jake's), military/naval inaccuracies, badly written child character, cheesy as fuck dialogues, written by a non-native speaker, not beta read, riddled with typos because edited while crying, Y/N and Y/L/N are used (couldn't use her callsign all the time)

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God you were done with this place. You were so fucking done. You know you need to get out of here and it needs to happen fast so the battle plan was simple. Go into the mansion, run up the stairs, get your stuff, find Jake and then fuck off into the sunset in the hopes he would never ever make you come back here. You are passing by the library on your way to the stairs when a voice makes you stop dead in your tracks.

"This is none of your fucking business..." "This is my business, Jacob. Weren't we generous enough when I allowed you to indulge in those little aviator dreams of yours? And when you didn't want us to pick a suitable match for you, the way it would have properly been done, I gave you free rein, believing that you were rational enough to choose a good woman. One from a good family with manners and a solid education who wouldn't embarrass you any step of the way and what do you? You bring your little tramp to our home, embarrassing us in front of all of our business partners and friends and now you want your grandmother's ring to propose to her? "I love her" "What good is love if she cannot give you an heir" You expect there to be a retort but there is only silence. "You might have forgotten it over the years you've played soldier in San Diego, but you have a responsibility to this family, Jacob and I expect you to finally man up and make the right decisions. And your current relationship status is the perfect place to start" Another pause and you feel the tears streaming down your face, pressing a hand over your mouth so they don't hear you sobbing when you hear the words that Jake utters next. "Yes, father", he sounds angry, gets it out between gritted teeth, but nevertheless, he doesn't defend you, doesn't tell his piece of shit of a father to go fuck himself, no. He fucking agreed.

God, you felt so stupid. With your heels in hand, you run upstairs to your shared room. First, you change your clothes and put your hair up in a messy bun, finally feeling like yourself again with the leather pants, the combat boots and the leather jacket. The next part of the battle plan is getting all of your stuff together, but that's not much of a challenge. You never properly unpacked because you had always felt like an intruder rather than a welcome guest, let alone a family member and now you knew why. Picking up the keys to Jake's jeep you are ready to leave. You could deal with the fallout later.

Storming down the stairs, you ignore the weird looks you get, memorising the route you have to take to the airport before you turn off the GPS on your phone. Once you reach the black car you throw your duffle bag on the back seat and get in the front, locking the doors from the inside. You hate driving with a burning passion and Jake was usually happy to get behind the wheel, but that meant you lost precious time adjusting your seat before finally turning the ignition. That's when he suddenly appeared by your side. "Where are you going?", there is panic in his voice as he tries to jank the door open but doesn't budge no matter how hard he tries. "None of your fucking business, Bagman" The way you use the insult version of his call sign hits him to the core. As close as you were to Phoenix, it was something you had never entertained. Not once. "What is going on?" "I'm just fixing your relationship status", you look at him and the tears that are running down your face leave mascara streaks in their wake, "So you can man up and make responsible decisions" You look over his shoulder where a crowd of people is already gathering at the entrance, among them a few of the bitches who had been on your ass all night long. "The proper women are already lining up for you", there is so much bitterness in your voice that he doesn't even know how to react. You heard everything his father had said, "I am sure they'll be thrilled to play human incubator for you"

You don't even let him answer before you speed off the property, gravel shooting up into his face. In your mind, you play through the route you have to take and you silently thank your instructor for drilling in how important it was to memorise everything in one look. It is what you focus on to drown out the voices in your head. The nasty ones that tell you that this was to be expected. That a man like Jacob Seresin would never be serious about someone like you. You had lived in a delusional dream, stupid but even the best have their flaws. You wipe away your tears to clear your view before you lean over the console, thanking the heavens for the straight roads of Texas that are giving you the chance to turn off the GPS in the car's computer. Even while you are manoeuvring the menu, it shows an incoming call from Jake that you ignore. Then another and another. There is a point when Coyote joins in, then Phoenix and Rooster and then there's Bob, Fanboy and Payback.

It was about an hour in when you had no tears left and you felt like all that was left of you was your survival training and the endless, echoing loneliness filling the void where your heart had once been. The street was pretty empty, no wonder considering how late it was and because you were in tunnel vision you arrived at the airport without even realising how much time had passed. You had already checked the flights and booked one back to San Diego. Usually, you wouldn't have picked one that would be such a close call, but a part of you was still worried that he could have figured out what you intended to do. Jake Seresin was after all the one person on planet Earth who knew you best.

You unlock your screen for a moment, seeing all of the missed calls and messages piling up. You click on Phoenix's name, knowing that she would be the one who'd support you, no questions asked.

Enyo: Don't tell anyone, but I am alive

Phoenix: Thank the heavens I was about to book myself a ticket to Dallas to look for you.

Enyo: Can you do me a favour?

Phoenix: Everything for you, Bonita

Enyo: Send Bagman a message in 4 hours. Tell him the Jeep is at the Dallas International Airport. Deck G number 245. I'll put the keys onto the left front tyre.

You see how she writes, deletes and writes again until she settles on something.

Phoenix: Fine, but just for the record, Jake is losing his mind. You know I am not his biggest fan and I have no idea what happened, but are you sure he deserves this?

Enyo: His father called me a random tramp he has to get rid of and he agreed. I am just doing what he wanted

You get out of the car, throw the duffle bag over your shoulder and place the keys. It's not like he would feel the loss considering the backing he got from home, but you weren't a thief. You are late for check-in but it goes surprisingly smoothly and no less than 3 hours later you arrive at the San Diego International Airport. Making your way over to the cabs you turn your phone on again. Considering how they kept on calling, Phoenix kept her mouth shut.

Phoenix: I just sent him the directions. Heads up, he booked a flight and he'll be here in 5 hours give or take.

Enyo: Thanks. I owe you

Phoenix: For you, always

You feel your phone vibrating in your hand and you are about to decline the call when your eyes take in the name tag. "Good morning, Sir", you answer the phone, wondering what Simpson wants from you, considering to him you were still on leave until the end of the week. "Good morning, Enyo. I know it is an uncivilised hour, but..." "No need to apologise, Sir. I've been awake for a while" There is a short pause and you wonder what is going on in that brain of his, but then he takes a deep breath and continues. "I know you are on leave until the end of the week, but I just got an urgent request and they asked for you" "Departure time?" "8 hours at max. and you'll be deployed for 4 months. I know that it's short notice..." "I'll be at the dock in 4", you reply, practically hearing how the gears are turning in his head. You and Hangman had been fighting so hard to have your leave together and now you were ready to jump on board of a ship for four months no questions asked. "Good. I will send you the details for your ship. The mission briefing will be on board" "Perfect. Thank you, Sir"

You tell the cab driver to wait outside when you get out with your duffle bag over your shoulder. You open the door and it hits you again.

This had been your home. The first real one you had, like ever. You had learned to live out of a duffle bag before joining the Navy and only when Jake asked you to move in did you realise how little you knew about making a home. But he had helped you, made you feel safe. This house had become your haven, but at its core, it's never been about the place. It had been about him.

You had made a plan while you were on the plane, going through the stuff you wanted to pick up, the motions you needed so now that you were here in the real space it was an in-and-out situation. You knew that you would get sentimental if you stayed too long, the scent that had become synonymous with home enveloping you.

Jake's scent. God how you would miss this.

You picked up your bath essentials, cleaned out the sparse rest of your clothing and then picked up the few trinkets you had spread around the place. Then you went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and some chocolate to tie you over until you'd be on board. On your way to the front door, you pass the dinner table and put down your keys. That's all you had to do so you started walking before you stopped again in your tracks. You'd almost forgotten. You pull the chain of your dog tags over your head and open it, taking off the tags that you had added. Jake gave them to you before your first deployment after you two became a thing.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

The Shakespeare quote was engraved in the metal and it reminded you every time who you wanted to come back home to. You place it next to your keys, put your dog tags back on and rush out the door, seeing a familiar car pull up on the sidewalk. Hurrying down to your cab, you threw the duffel back on the back seat.

"Enyo...", your fingers are clinging to the top of the door, knowing that you wouldn't be quick enough to get in and away without an interaction. "Coyote, I need to be at the dock in less than an hour", you state and you feel the way he takes your hand, his soft brown eyes looking into yours as if he could freeze you in place like this. "What? You are on leave?", his hand tightening around yours. "Simpson called two hours ago. It's urgent, so..." "And what about Jake? He'll be here soon..." "I know that you are his best friend Coyote and I commend you for your loyalty. I really do, but there is nothing that needs to be said. He made his choice and I made mine", you look at him and Javy knows this look. He's seen it on your face before, that determination with eyes so full of fire that you could set the world ablaze and slaughter everyone who gets in your way. This is why Cyclone outvoted them all, naming you after the Greek goddess of war and you fucking deserved it. "Please... I know how things are looking but you need to give him a chance..." "I have an order, Coyote. And I won't ignore it" He knew that those were your last words, pulling your hand out of his grip before you got into the car, closed the door and told the driver to take you to the docks.

13 months later...

When you returned to the dagger squad a week ago it had almost felt like coming home. Yes, you had to ignore Hangman, avoiding his calls and texts like the fucking plague and never conversing about anything more than absolute necessities and it's fucking hard, but you know it's for the best. This stay is not for long. All you are waiting for is the go and you'd be off to your new mission. You are sitting in the briefing room that morning, Maverick handing out your training assignments for the day when the door is opened. "Enyo", you turn your head and look at Warlock. It's all written on his face as he walks over to you, handing you a manila folder with CLASSIFIED written in large red letters on the front. It's not like you have to look inside to know what it is, but you want to at least keep up appearances and even though you anticipated this from the day you set foot on base, the prospect of having to walk out of here felt so much harder than you ever imagined. "Wheels are up in 30, so you better get yourself ready, Lieutenant" "Yes, Sir" "And Enyo", there is a heavy pause as the older man looks down on you. You know that he hates this just as much as Cyclone, but he will keep his mouth shut. For your sake more than his own because he respects you and your decision more than his wish to keep you here. "Good luck", he knows that this is a one-way trip to hell and of all the people he ever served with, you were one of those who didn't deserve this fate at all. "Thank you, sir" All he does is nod, turn on his heels and leave. You feel all eyes in the room on you and you just hope you get out of this without having to let them in on the dimension of the shit show you were diving into head first.

"I am sorry Captain, but this is important", you hold up the file and Maverick nods. He doesn't know what it contains, but he knows that Cyclone fought by all available means to get this off his desk, so it had to be bad. "Dismissed" You get up from your chair and walk over to the door, turning around one last time to let your gaze wander over the people who weren't just colleagues or even friends. What you had with them was so much more. They were all a little crazy, a little banged up and maybe even a little broken. But they were your family. Something you had built up in over a decade of dedication and love. There is a smile tugging at the corner of your lip before you give them a last nod. At least you'd go out with a bang for the people you love. "See you guys", you say and there is a weird silence settling in the room the moment the door closes behind you.

"Captain, you know what this is about?", Rooster asks the question they all have on their lips. "No", he shrugs, leaning back against his desk. "All I know is that the Admiral fought tooth and nail to not send someone out there" Without another word, Jake gets up and even though it breaks every protocol in the book, Maverick is not gonna stop him.

You know you only have 30 minutes, but you cannot help the sentimentality you feel. Walking up to the Hangar you stand by your Hornet, fingers lovingly caressing the cold metal. The shit you'd gone through together was wild and considering that it was in her cockpit you got your confirmed air-to-air kill makes tears well up in your eyes when you think about what is to come. You lean in for a kiss, tilting your head to the side you rest your cheek against the metal and whisper. "I'm sorry old girl, but that last ride I'll have to do alone" You had loved your hornet from the moment you first set foot in the cockpit. Nothing else could give you that rush of adrenalin, the freedom of being in the air. The sky was your limit, quite literally. Leaving her after she's been by your side for a decade feels like you betray her, almost like you are cutting one of your own limbs off, even though you know it's better. "And look out for my friend. He'll need all the luck he can get"

Jake finds you in the hangar, forehead pressed against the front of your hornet before you push back, wiping away tears that ran down your cheek. "What is the mission about", his voice echoes through the air and you need to take a deep breath before you manage to turn around, your face schooled into that unreadable expression that you had perfected during service. "Classified, Seresin. I am pretty sure you know what that means" "Stop bullshitting me Enyo. Warlock wished you good luck and Maverick says Simpson fought tooth and nail so he didn't have to send someone on that mission", he marches over to you, not even a foot of space between the two of you. That's probably the closest you've been since the night at the Hard Deck.

There is a beat of silence between the two of you while your gaze searches his. He feels that there are things you want to say and tears you want to shed, but you swallow it all down. It reminds him of when you first met. The girl who didn't just build walls around her heart but a fucking fortress, who considered emotions something to cloud your judgement and a luxury you cannot afford. He had spent so long tearing those walls down and to be forced to see them back up and in working order makes his heart ache.

"Please...", he is begging you now and you feel your heart clenches in your chest. Time and distance had done jack-shit to change your feelings about Jake Seresin and that hit you with full force right now. "All you need to know is that I do what is right for the people I love"

He hates that reply. He hates the way you sound so calm. Yes, it's part of the job to risk your life. They all signed up for that, but there is something about the look in your eyes that tells him you are not fighting. No, you made your peace with whatever comes next and that terrifies him.

"Don't go" "Hangman..." "You want me to go down on my knees and beg? Fine", he lets himself fall down and stares up at you now with those pleading green eyes chipping away at your resolve with every gaze he sends your way. "I will do whatever it takes for you not to get onto that chopper. You want me to ditch Michelle? I will with a bright smile on my face. You want me to marry her? Fine, I will. Want me to leave the daggers so you can come back? I will ask for a transfer right now and not leave Simpson's office until it's granted. Do you want me to hand in my wings and retire? It is fucking done", he keeps on rambling, tears streaming down his cheeks as he searches your eyes for any sign that something, anything really could convince you to stay. But all he is met with is silence. "TELL ME", his voice is hoarse as his scream echoes through the hangar. He's loud enough for the entire base to hear, but he doesn't care. There is only one thing on his mind. Make you stay.

"I'm sorry, Hangman", your voice is quiet compared to his, no more than a whisper, but it's trembling. You cannot tell him what this mission entails. Not because it's classified, but because you knew he would insist on coming along. So would every other member of the dagger squad and you could not endanger them like that. For one heartbeat more you allow yourself to get lost in those beautiful green eyes before you turn around to leave. You don't make it even two steps before you feel a large hand wrap around your wrist. You knew that feeling, had memorised every little detail about him years ago.

Spinning you around to him his hands fly to your cheeks and he pulls you into a kiss. It's needy and desperate and you feel like you can breathe for the first time in over a year. A part of you wishes to freeze this moment, to stand here in this hangar forever, but you know that is nothing but a dream.

For the first time since you drove off in that fucking Jeep Jake feels like his heart is beating again. This is what he needed, you, in his arms. Forever seemed much too short for the two of you, but then you heard someone clearing their throat and you pulled back, gaze still locked with his.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N, the helicopter is ready for take-off" "Thank you, ensign" "Nononono", Jake is desperate to pull you back in for another kiss, but you take his hands off your cheek with the saddest smile he had ever seen on your face. "Your captain is waiting, Lieutenant", those are the last words you say to him before you turn around and walk over to your duffle bag, throwing it over your shoulder and heading out. And all he can do is stand there, frozen in place with the feeling of your lips still pressed against his as tears stream down his face.

5 more minutes, you tell yourself. 5 more minutes and you can break drown crying in the chopper. You are doing the right thing. It's what you repeat like a fucking mantra while your heart is shattering all over.

When you walk out on the tarmac you see Cyclone, waiting for you right next to the chopper a sombre look on his face. He didn't want this. Not for any of his aviators but especially not for you. He had always been married to his job and he loved it that way but when he saw your strife and tenacity, the way you fought so much harder than anyone else to get scraps thrown your way, he knew he'd take you under his wing. And in all those years, you had never disappointed, not even once.

"Admiral Simpson" "Lieutenant", he reaches out his hand and you take it. This is the most emotion he can show to you here on base while he is your superior, but not sending you off would have been selfish on his part. "I am sad to see you leave, but I want you to know that serving with you is the honour of a lifetime" Tears glitter in his eyes and you force yourself to take a deep breath to fight back your tears. "Thank you, Sir. The pleasure is all mine", your voice is raspy and you are choking up. He nods, letting go of your hand as you move on towards the chopper when you feel a hand on your shoulder stopping you in your tracks. When you look to the side you see him staring into the distance and you both know if he looked into your eyes one last time, he would start to cry. "I want you to come home, Enyo. That is an order" "Yes, Sir"

This was it. You had prepared everything to the best of your abilities, you were the best pilot for the job. Now all you had to do was finish the mission.

150 agonising hours later, the dagger squad is sitting in the same debriefing room. They all go through the motions, do their training, get up in the air and all, but it is obvious to everyone that they are not quite there. Maverick is about to give them their assignments for the day when the door opens and in comes Cyclone, dark circles under his eyes, a hint of red around his iris and a thick manila envelope in hand. They all know that this means nothing good. It had been hanging over them like the fucking sword of Damocles since you left and it seemed like now it was about to come down. The silence in the room became unbearable and they all didn't dare to breathe.

"With great regret, I have to inform you that Lieutenant Y/L/N was killed in action 8 hours ago", his voice is calm but there is the smallest hint of roughness as if he fought hard to keep his composure. His words are followed by a silence that is even more deafening than before.

Maverick had expected something along those lines. Not that he wished for it but he had seen the way Cyclone sent you off. He knew all too well what you meant to the Admiral and the fact that he himself got so emotional was the biggest red flag in the history of red flags.

Phoenix feels how her eyes fill with tears, while her hands are looking for something, quite frankly anything to hold onto and when she finds Bob's she's holding on for dear life.

Rooster's eyes are filled with terror. This couldn't possibly be true. You were the best of them. No one had ever come close to your skills, hell you even caught up to Hangman's air-to-air kill. His palms were getting sweaty, his heart hammering in his chest while the blood rushing in his ears drowned out everything else. First his father, now you. You had been as good as a sister and were taken from him too? The same way he lost his dad? That bitch Fortuna was really having a fucking field day with his life, wasn't she?

Coyote's eyes shoot over to Hangman the moment Cyclone ends his sentence. He knows what happened between the two of you, and knows how much this is weighing on Jake. Fuck Javy had allowed him to crash on his couch the past days because the thought of going back to his own house that wasn't your house any more was more than Jake could bear. Coyote thought it had been bad watching Hangman spiral when you fucked off on that aircraft carrier right after the fight the two of you had about a year ago, but that was nothing compared to the past 6 days. Coyote had fully expected shock in his best friend's eyes, probably a lot of pain and heartache too, but he hadn't expected the same look in Jake's eyes that people thought of as so terrifying when they got it from you. Hangman was ready to set the fucking world on fire and he didn't care about who or what he had to go through to achieve that.

"You BASTARD", his voice is loud as he lunges himself towards Cyclone. Jake didn't care what happened after this. All he had on his mind was that you were gone and you had known it. So had Cyclone, Warlock and Maverick probably too. They had sent you on a fucking suicide mission. They played their shitty little political games and you paid the price. "YOU FUCKING KILLED HER", he roars, getting a good punch in, sending the man to the floor before Coyote and Payback yanked him off their superior. He had caught Cyclone off guard and the older man moved his jaw as if to test if something was damaged, spitting out some blood before he got off the floor.

Maybe Seresin was right. Maybe he deserved that. He could have forced your hand and make you stay. But at the end of the day, it would have meant that they'd be mourning someone else. "I understand your pain, Lieutenant, I really do. But might I remember that Enyo chose to go on that mission, well aware of what it would entail", he tries to stay calm as he says these words, still very vividly remembering how he had trashed his entire office when he got the call.

Cyclone leaned down, picked up the brown Manila envelope from the floor and opened it. "I have been tasked to hand these out to you in case anything happens to her", he says, pulling out neatly labelled envelopes, and putting them down in front of all of them. "The security clearance for the mission prohibits me from giving you any more details, but what I can tell you is that she finished the assignment", he takes another deep breath, holding out the last envelope for Hangman," She died protecting the people she loved and the country she swore to defend. Not honouring this decision would not only mean not honouring her last wish but also forsaking everything she ever lived and bled for"

Hangman stared into his superior's eyes, heart hammering still against his ribcage while his fingers wrapped tightly around the paper he had been given.

Cyclone gives him a last nod before he heads over to the door, turning back one last time. "I approved of a week of leave for you and if you need support, emotional or otherwise, my door is open"

When they come back after a week of mourning Hangman is greeted by the sight of someone painting over your callsign on the side of your jet and it makes his blood boil. How dare they. You weren't even laid to rest yet and those asshats already ripped your memory to pieces. He wants to head over there to give the AMs a piece of his mind when Warlock, Maverick and the hulk of a man he had seen you with at the Hard Deck come over to them.

"Squad, this is Lieutenant Jackson Porter, callsign Kolossos", Warlock introduces the man next to him and the daggers all look at each other, a bit confused about where this is supposed to go. "He was newly assigned to your squadron and I expect you to welcome him with open arms"

The more Warlock talks the more Jake wants to lunge at him and strangle him for the bullshit he's speaking. You weren't even buried and they already gave your spot to someone else. And that's when it hits him, eyes flitting over to the other side of the tarmac where they finished painting over your callsign. They did this for him. He would get your old girl. He is only ripped back into reality by the words of Kolossos

"I am honoured to be here, but believe me when I say, this is not how I wanted to join this team", he is quiet, his voice not quite matching the impressiveness of his stature.

"Calm your horses, man", Javy whispers in his best friend's ear, hand placed on his shoulder to act quickly in case he has to quell Hangman's rage again. In that regard, he had become quite the expert in the past week, considering how much more self-destructive Jake had turned, especially after reading the letter you wrote for him. Javy lets his eyes wander and he knows that none of them want this. Not Rooster, not Phoenix, Payback or Fanboy. The only one who seems to be mildly neutral is Bob, but Bob doesn't count. He's too good for this world anyway. He would welcome whoever to the squad and give them a chance.

Rooster's eyes wander over the guy and he is not sure how to feel. The shoes you had left behind were fucking huge ones to fill and he honestly doubted that anyone could step up to that challenge. Because no matter how good they'd be in the cockpit, they would never have your sense of humour or the way one of your hugs gave them the feeling that the world was not a complete shit show. That's a hole no one can fill and the fact they force someone into that position is vile to begin with. On the other hand, that guy is probably the last one to blame for the situation. Wanting to be a part of the dagger squad is one thing, but as he said. This is sure as fucking hell not the way you wanted to join a squad, no matter how good or prestigious it is.

"How dare you fucking vultures. We haven't even put her to rest and you are already picking apart her legacy", Jake barked out, feeling how his anger and fury took over once more. He had always prided himself on being in control, no matter the situation but since you'd been gone, even the last bit of self-restraint went out of the window. The image of you saying goodbye to your old girl, as you'd loved to call your hornet as if you were letting go of the most loyal companion of them all had been etched into his memory.

"Restrain yourself, Lieutenant. I know that this is a challenging time for all of you, so I will let it slide this once, but it would be best for you to remember that you are talking to a superior" It is not that Bates didn't understand the magnitude of the situation the entire squad had been forced into and what hardships they were facing on a personal level, especially Hangman. That is why he agreed with Cyclone that they would give them a little more leeway while they adjusted. A suggestion he would have never believed to come from the admiral's mouth. But you had been a part of the group from the start and had grown to be a vital part. Losing you was like cutting off a limb from a body and expecting it to function just the same. "And do not dare to insinuate that I do not respect Lieutenant Y/L/N and what she did for us and this country. On the contrary. I am fulfilling her wishes. Lieutenant Porter was her personal recommendation as a replacement for her position and I doubt you would question her judgement, would you?"

Phoenix had been standing there, witnessing the situation unfold in front of her eyes and she couldn't believe it. Even when you were faced with a mission you knew you wouldn't come home from, your focus had been on all of them. The letters, the way you handpicked the person to take over from you. It brought tears to her eyes. She had thought of you as selfish for not telling them the truth, for not letting them help you when you were facing the toughest mission of your life. Instead, you just fucked off into the sunset and left them to handle the aftermath. But no. Every choice you made had been to minimise damage and to protect the dagger squad, to protect your family. You knew that they would need someone new and so you went out of your way to find someone you deemed worthy to be a part of your family, someone who she presumed would defend the squad as fiercely as you had. "If Enyo approved, who are we to argue"

It is Rooster's idea for all of them to go to the Hard Deck together and as much as he hates it, Hangman agrees, knowing you would have wanted him to do better. If you had recommended Kolossos to Warlock and Cyclone you had your reasons and there were two things you excelled at. Flying a jet and knowing people. You had told him on that first evening with his family that something was off and today he wished more than ever before that he had listened to you. That he had just grabbed his shit and drove back home, then he could hold you in his arms tonight instead of crashing on Coyote's shitty couch yet again.

They could feel how uncomfortable the newbie was and how the conversation was constantly dancing around anything to do with you. He didn't want to open wounds again, something that Jake could appreciate, but that would mean those wounds had healed and the longer this went on the more sure he was that he'd never stop bleeding. "So, how did you meet Enyo", the rest of the table looks at him in complete and utter shock, especially Kolossos who felt like Hangman was the one who hated him most. He had seen the other man pierce him with that green gaze and you had told him enough about Jake Seresin to know that you don't want to get on the wrong side of his wrath. "We were deployed together last year. She took over for another aviator and I am honest, I was a bit starstruck when I first met her", he stares down at his beer bottle, starting to nervously peel the label off. "I mean we were reviewing her footage in class and all", he chuckles a little thinking back to that first meeting. To him, you had been this larger-than-life figure, not dissimilar to the people he sat with around this table, but once you had shaken hands, you had treated him like an old friend. "I was super by the book and hyper-polite and all and I remember it was the day before our first mission training when she sat down opposite me in the mess and looked me in the eyes. That intense stare that makes you believe that she can see straight to the bottom of your soul", he looks up in the round and sees understanding faces and a lot of nodding. They had all been on the receiving end of that stare more than once and Jake could very vividly imagine how short you stared down this behemoth of a man. "She told me that considering that I'll be her wingman I should start acting like one. I was confused and honestly a bit scared so I apologised. Like a lot before she just started laughing. That roaring laughter that vibrates in your whole body", he closes his eyes for a moment to remember that moment, giving him the feeling that for the duration of a heartbeat, he could hear your laugh. "How about you start treating me like a person and not some fucking mythical creature. Just because my callsign is a greek goddess, doesn't mean I am one. I promise I am very mortal and bleed red. Then she winked at me and got up before she invited me to her bunk, telling me to get some questions ready for her, she's already compiled hers for me", he shakes his head and laughs a little. "We spent the next 6 hours talking about everything and nothing. Other than my wife I've never met someone who was so honestly and authentically interested in me, my thoughts, my ideas, my dreams. She didn't ask me why I joined the Navy, she asked me What is so important in your life that you join the Navy to protect it?", there is a heavy silence that is filled by the surrounding bar chatter.

"Yeah. She was a bit of a nosy bitch", Phoenix snickers, eyes flitting up to Hangman, expecting to see his fury there but all she found was that sad but knowing smile.

"When we met that first day here in this very bar we were over there by the pool tables and she was absolutely grilling me when she casually leaned over the table, asking me if, given the chance I could, would I go back in time and change something?", Rooster chimes in, the rest of the squad realising instantly how loaded that question was. Not that you knew that at the time, you'd barely met at that point. "I said I would save my dad and she paused and looked at me for a long time before she focused back on the game and said in the most casual voice you can imagine. I understand the wish, but do you think the aftermath of the butterfly effect would be worth it?", Rooster takes a sip of his beer before he continues, feeling all eyes on him. "I don't think I ever thought so long about a question in my life and still to this day I wonder if she wasn't right. If the wish to change the past wouldn't ultimately destroy everything that we are and who we can be"

"She asked me what my favourite theme in fiction is and then proceeded to listen to me rambling for four hours on the politics of war and peace in Star Trek", Fanboy added. Usually, people outside of the online space were not interested in what he loved, so having found someone who didn't just ask for the show, but who actually listened to him and didn't even bat an eye when he started pulling up episode clips on his phone had been precious. "She didn't just listen, she was really invested and asked for recommendations", a small smile tugged at the corner of Hangman's mouth. He remembered it as if it were yesterday when you crashed on the couch with a DVD box and made him watch season after season of Star Trek with you.

"I was over there with her, throwing darts when she suddenly asked me what my plans for the future were. Like this picture-perfect interview question. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? And I just started talking about the family business and my father and the plans he has for me to retire at 40 and take over and how much I hated the mere idea. How much I hated feeling like I was a chess piece on the board and not a human being. She looked me straight in the eye and said. I didn't ask about your father's plans for you. I asked for yours", Jake closes his eyes, remembering that moment so vividly as his grip on his whiskey glass gets only tighter. That had been the night he swore to himself he would be yours in whatever capacity you wanted him. You had looked at him and seen him. Not a facade he felt forced to create to be who others wanted him to. You had seen him. The good, the bad and the ugly and you loved him still. "For the first time in my life, I thought about what I want past being an aviator...", Jake feels a small hand taking his and when he looks to the side he sees Phoenix's gentle smile. "That night I knew I wanted to get married and that I'd be the luckiest bastard on planet Earth if she'd allow me to put a ring on her finger"

When Kolossos heads out for a new round of drinks, he comes back with a guy in tow none of them had ever seen before. "You are the dagger squad, right?", he asks, eyes wandering around, wondering if the bartender had given him the right pointer. "Who wants to know that?" "I am Lieutenant Mercer. I was last deployed on the USS Carl Vinson" "That was Enyo's ship...", Phoenix began, having wrangled at least that much from records. "Yes", he looks around the crowded bar before he continues, "Maybe we should head out to the deck where it's a little quieter" None of the daggers dare argue with him. If they wanted to know what happened to you, this was probably the best chance they'd ever get, so they all got up and followed him. "Penny, we'll be right back. Don't close the tab", Rooster called over to the bar before he stepped through the door to the outside as the tail end of the group. They all gather around a table in the corner, as far away from prying eyes and ears as possible. Then Mercer puts a recorder onto the table and presses play.

"Abort the mission" "Negative. I am only missing one and this trash bucket won't make it much longer. I will not die and leave that shitshow to someone else" "Enyo that's an order" "Argos, do you copy?" "Copy" "Do me a favour. Tell the daggers to meet me on the 17th at the Hard Deck, at six pm sharp. I owe Ja", and then your voice is cut off by static and the recording ends. The sound of the waves crashing on the beach and the noise coming from the bar is all that can be heard as the squad stares down at the recorder. They all hadn't believed to hear your voice ever again, especially not right before... "You are Argos, I presume", that's Rooster who found his composure first. "Yes", the man nods, eyes focused on Hangman particularly as if he was gauging the effect the recording had on him. "I tried to find out things, but to access those records you need the clearance of an admiral or higher", Phoenix stares at the guy to her left. "I know" "Then this is high treason", Rooster states very matter-of-factly. "I respect the last wish of a woman who died saving the lives of a hell of a lot of people more than I fear going to jail for this"

It's two days later when they lay you to rest, not that there is something inside the coffin. They didn't find your remains or pieces of your jet for that matter. He knows that you always hated that pompous bullshit and he did everything in his power to tone it down, but there were rules. And considering what you did and what you achieved, there were a hell of a lot of old men who loved sitting behind large wooden desks, making decisions while people like you and him had to carry them out who wanted to sun themselves in your glory. It made him sick to his stomach to think about all these assholes giving grand speeches about your bravery and your sacrifice for your nation knowing all too well that their incompetence had sent you to your grave. He was still in his jeans, t-shirt and boots, your old and worn-out leather jacket sitting snuggly on his shoulder. For you, the man's leather jacket had been too large and bulky but it was a perfect fit for him, so he could carry something of you wherever he went.

"I know that talking to an empty coffin is stupid, but I miss you, my love. I miss you so much", tears were running down his cheeks and a part of him wondered if he would ever be able to stop crying, if there would ever come the day when this terrible empty void would stop eating him up alive. He gently petted the edge of the dark wooden coffin. Simpson went all out here, flowers, coffin and all. Instead of your body, which was probably still somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, they would put your dog tags to rest, and the rest of the daggers put in a piece each. Phoenix had gotten you a beautiful Damascus steel knife. It had been intended for your birthday on the 17th, but now it rested in the coffin right next to a bottle of your favourite iced tea that Penny brought over. She had started stocking that horrific shit only for you way back when and now she couldn't bring herself to take it off the menu.

"I remember the last time we saw each other and I wish I had held on to you longer, had told you everything I wanted to say. How sorry I am, for not making it 100% clear to everyone, including my father, that marrying you was not negotiable. That I thought my heart stopped beating in my chest the moment you drove away in that fucking black jeep and that I swore myself to do whatever it takes to get you back, even if it meant crawling my way back from Texas to you", he remembered walking down that dusty Texas road until a car pulled up next him and when the passenger seat door was pushed open he saw the encouraging smile of his sister's girlfriend. I've been told you need a ride to catch your girl. God he had hoped so much that he'd make it back to San Diego in time practically begging Coyote to go to his place and make sure you wouldn't leave without him being able to explain but it didn't help and now you were somewhere buried beneath tons and tons of water, so far away from his reach. "I wanted to tell you that marrying Michelle was nothing but a dirty deal with my father to convince him to back off from Cassy and Alex", he's shaking his head as he remembers how his baby sister had barged into his house that night, crying her eyes out as she told him of the man their father had chosen for her. He had never hated a person more in his life than he had his father that day. "And I wanted to tell you that whatever you choose, wherever you go, my heart will always be there, beating in tandem with yours. It's been yours from the day you put that newbie in his place at the Hard Deck", he chuckles a little. The guy was stupid enough to ask you if your callsign was airbags because of your cleavage and you had sent him, a guy twice your size, to the floor in such a smooth movement that Jake was a goner. "I have a little something for you", he whispers, lifting up the necklace with your dog tags and opening the closure to slip on a set of his own and replicas of the ones you got each other way back when. "My grandmother told me this ring is special and I should choose carefully who to give it to. And since you are the only woman who could ever be worthy...", he pulls a ring from his pocket, a sapphire surrounded by diamonds and threads it on too. One last time he allowed his eyes to roam all the things.

A Star Trek complete edition on DVD, a beautiful picture book full of the best Dagger Squad memories, a small stuffed shepherd, the pair of sunglasses you had loved to steal from Rooster, a replica of your hornet, a few shells from the beach, a set of darts, some Queen LPs and a copy of the Odyssey by Homer.

Taking one last deep breath he reaches up to close the casket, hand smoothing over the shiny surface, leaning down to press his forehead to the wood. "Rest easy now, my love and I know it might take a while, but wait for me", he pressed a gentle kiss to the wood, the same way he had done it so many times to your forehead when he held you tight way back when his world wasn't shattered and his heart was beating still.

6 Years later on the 17th

"Daddy", the squeal of a girl pulled Jake back from the brooding he'd done all day, pictures spread all over his office desk. He had learned to manage on every other day of the year, but today was the one he couldn't help but feel swallowed by the pain that still lived in a corner of his heart. The pain you left behind since you've been gone.

He looks up to where she stands, with dirty blond hair and blazing green eyes and even if he feels miserable, he cannot help the smile that comes to his lips. "Hey princess", he moves the chair back a bit and opens his arms, prompting the girl to practically launch herself right on his lap. "And who is this?", he looked down at the stuffed manatee she was holding pressed against her chest. "This is Mara. She's a manatee", she holds the animal out to him and he takes her in his free hand while the other is wrapped around his daughter's tiny waist. "She's gorgeous, princess", he looks up to the door where Cassy and Alex stand in the door and he gives them a thankful smile.

It had become their own little family tradition. Once a year they came and looked out for his little girl while he allowed himself a day just for you. At first, it had been mourning, the feeling that nothing would ever be right, but today, it was a remembrance of everything you had lived for and all the memories you had made.

"Aunt Cassy got her for me", her voice pulled his focus back down to her green eyes and the bright smile that she gave him made his heart soar. "Did she, now? Well I hope you thanked her accordingly" "Of course", the little girl sounded almost offended when she looked up at him as if she'd ever do something like that. "Good", he handed the stuffed animal back to her, his own gaze flitting back to the pictures on his desk.

"You should shower before the others are coming over in an hour for the sleepover", Cassy reminded his daughter and he expected there to be the joyous smile that she always had when her friends were coming over, but as he looked down he saw how her gaze was glued to the inside of his wrist, tiny fingers tentatively reaching out to move over his skin. "I thought you were not allowed to paint your skin with edding" "That's not edding, sweetheart. That's a tattoo" "Like the bird Aunt Natasha has on her back?" "Yep. Just like that. Only mine is black and not in colour" She nodded slowly, thinking hard for a moment before she looked back up at him. "Aunt Natasha says she got hers as a reminder for getting through a tough time. Did you have a tough time too, Daddy?"

His heart ached when he saw the uncertainty in her eyes. He had tried to shield her as well as humanly possible from this, but it seemed like today was the day that he could no longer avoid talking about it. He saw in his sister's eyes that one word was enough and she would take the girl off his hands, but he shook his head. She took her wife's hand and they exited the office, quietly closing the door as they left him with his little girl.

"Yes, princess. Those are tally marks, you know. You use them to count somethin'", her tiny fingers move over the ink of his callsing and then down to the two marks underneath. "What are you counting with those?", her voice sounds very solemn now, feeling that this was something her dad cared a great deal about. "Successfully finishing a very difficult flight manoeuvre" "Hangman is you, right? So you got two" "Yep. I got two", he nods slowly, eyes focused on his little girl who sat there on his lap, hugging her manatee closer to her chest while she moved her fingers over to the other name that was etched into his skin. "And why does the other name have four?" "Because Enyo managed to do that four times" "Really? That means she's better than you?", she looks up at him with wide eyes and that makes him chuckle as he nods. If only she knew how much better you had been. "I cannot believe that someone is better than you", there is a short pause before she continues," You think she would show me how she's doing it? I am sure there is a trick to it or some secret..." "That's not possible, princess" "Is she deployed somewhere like Uncle Javy?" "No. She had to make a decision and she chose to protect others even though it meant that she could never come back home"

He pulls over a photo from his desk that shows the entire dagger squad. "That's you daddy", she excitedly points her finger on his own face. "Yeah and you see the woman to my right?", there is sadness to the smile on his face and he feels how the emotions are welling up in his chest. It's not like missing you had ever gotten easier on him. "The one you have your arm around?" "Yes. That's Enyo" "She's pretty" He cannot help but smile. His little girl didn't even begin to imagine what a wonderful woman you had been and there is not a day that passes by where he hadn't wished that he could have introduced her to you. "Yes. Yes she was" "Is Enyo her callsign?", she uses her free hand to pull another picture over that shows you standing behind Phoenix, arms wrapped around her shoulders and pressing a big kiss to her cheek while Phoenix smiles bright like the sun. "Yes", his answer is short but he knows that if he allows himself too much lenience he will not be able to make it through the conversation and she deserves to hear the stories. It was about time.

"What does that mean?", she turns back to look up at him. "Enyo is the goddess of war", he states, the dog tags under his shirt almost feeling like a gentle caress. "Wow. She must be pretty good then", she sounds impressed as her eyes go back to the photos on his desk, discovering you in more and more of them. "Yes. The best pilot I've ever seen", he says, voice calm but tears glittering in his eyes as he watches his daughter discover your greatest legacy. The family you had built with them all.

"What was her real name?" It takes him a second to answer the question when he sees a picture of you, legs and arms wrapped around him, celebrating a pool victory against Rooster and Phoenix. "Y/N" "Hey that's my name" "Yes. When you were born and they asked me in the hospital what your name was I looked at you and I knew that it fit because one day you'll be just as brave, strong and kind as she was" He presses a gentle kiss to her dirty blond hair, mainly so she cannot see the tear that escaped his eye. There is a long pause before he finds his composure and pulls back, green eyes meeting his with a glint of mischief behind them. "But you know what that means Daddy. You have to teach me that manoeuver. I have a record to beat"

Jake jogged up the steps of the Hard Deck, pushing the door open his eyes wandered around the room. It was as full as ever on a Friday evening and he felt that familiar buzzing of voices mixing in whatever just came from the jukebox. He made his way straight to the bar, sitting down to get himself a beer before the others would show up. He's about to order when a voice cuts him off.

"The usual for me and a beer for the gentleman here"

His gaze shoots to the side, eyes wide and his heart skipping a beat. Instead of speaking a word he only opens and closes his mouth, causing the other to chuckle.

"Well, aviator boy. Aren't we missing something vital here", fingers point at his chest and he looks down, realising his tags are missing. "Lucky for you a little birdie gave me a hint", nimble fingers put a necklace around his neck, a set of dog tags dangling from them while Jake still just sits there, staring utterly flabbergasted.

It is the moment he feels a warm hand on his chest that he surges forward, placing his hands on your cheeks and pulling you almost onto his lap while you hold him close by his tags. The kiss was desperate and needy and full of so many unsaid words and unshared emotions that Jake felt like he was drowning. Fuck how much he had missed this, had missed your hands on him, the way your fingers tangled in his hair and scratched his scalp at the nape of his neck... It takes you two a while before you finally pull back, laughing when you watch him chase your lips with his. "Took you long enough, Hangman", you use the same line you gave him when he asked you to be his girlfriend and he stares at you unblinking as if the moment he would, you'd slip from his grasp. "Sorry, my love. I was a bit preoccupied with my orders" "Oh, what orders would that be", you cock your head a little to the side, one arm resting on his shoulder while your other hand pushes a single strand of blond hair out of his face. He turns to the side, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand when he sees the shimmer of blue on your ring finger his heart skips a beat as he whispers into your skin. "You might know her. Lieutenant Y/L/N. She told me to live a happy life, wherever it might take me" "That does sound fairly reasonable", you turn his face to make him look back into your eyes. Oh, how you'd missed those wonderful eyes. "Yeah. You could say she has her moments", the smirk that dances over his lips makes you giddy and when he gives you his signature wink you cannot help but pull him in by his dog tags for another breathtaking kiss. It takes a while before he pulls back, his lips still ghosting over yours he continues. "It was the hardest assignment of my life, but I think I did pretty good" You lean forward and rest your forehead against his, revelling in the feeling of his touch, the way his breath fanned across your skin. God you had missed having Jake Seresin around.

"I'd go even so far as to say that you did better than good. You did fantastic. You can be proud of yourself and you can be proud of her" Jake closes his eyes and pulls you even closer between his spread legs, making you bump into his bar chair in the process, arms wrapping tightly around you. "I just wish you had been there for the ride", he whispers into your neck and you press a gentle kiss upon his temple, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck. "I was there, Jake. I've always been..."

Standing surrounding the grave they held a white rose each. She had fought tooth and nail that this burial was a private matter and considering that she had been backed up by influential Navy people who agreed with her, they finally gave in. Jake Serisin had sacrificed more for his country than a single person should. The least they could do was respect his last wish that he only wanted his family present when they laid him to rest.

One after the other they stepped forward, murmuring their goodbyes before only she was left there, tears running down her eyes and fingers trembling. She had dreaded that day, the feeling of finality that she really had to let him go now. She moves forward and leans down to press a gentle kiss onto the dark wooden coffin, resting her head against the cool surface. "Goodbye Daddy", her voice is nothing but a broken whisper before she forces herself up, placing the rose onto his coffin before she steps back on shaky legs, feeling a strong arm wrapping around her shoulders as she watches the coffin vanish in the earth. And all she can do is stare into the abyss that swallowed her dad.

"I know it doesn't feel like it right now, kiddo, but it'll get better", a rough voice tells her, snapping her out of her trance, making her eyes wander around, realising that everyone else had already gone. Looking up she found those gentle brown eyes she had grown up around and the soft smile almost hidden by the moustache. She forces herself to take a deep breath before she looks back to the grave where they started shovelling in the dirt.

"Sometimes I cannot help but wonder if given the chance he would have done things differently", she whispers, feeling her fingers drum against her collarbone. "Nah... if there is one thing I know about Jake Seresin then that he loved you more than anything or anyone. He would have never risked that", she looks over at him and with the way he stares into the distance it almost looks like he just saw something or rather someone before his inner eye," Not to mention that even if he tried, Enyo would have ripped him a new one", he chuckles a little before he looks back down at her. "You think so?" "Yeah, kiddo. You never got the pleasure of knowing her, but she believed in the butterfly effect", she looks up at him puzzled, before he continues. "If you change one thing in your past that has completely uncontrollable effects on the present and future and to her that risk could never be worth the reward"

She nods slowly, pulling the necklace from under her dress and wrapping her fingers around the assortment of dog tags on them. "You think he'll be mad that I kept these?", she asks, showing Rooster the dog tags her father had worn religiously every day she knew him,"I just couldn't..." She feels large hands wrapping around her free one, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry. I am sure he understands that you want something of him close to your heart", there is a sad smile dancing on his lips as he looks down on her before his gaze moves over to the headstone standing there.

"And if he's really that desperate for his tags, I know as a matter of fact that there is someone waiting for him who has a pair", his smile widens as his eyes wander over the names on the headstone.

Love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight

Y/N Y/L/N

Jake Seresin

[taylormarieee]

Sexy professor and sexy affairs Professor!Rick!Grimes no outbreak AU

Summary: You had a huge crush on your professor, as did every other female in the college auditorium in your class. What happens when your a little behind and decide to make a move-(not just to help your grade, but your lustful intentions as well).

Pairing: Professor!Rick!Grimes x fem!college!student!reader

Word Count: 2.7k (May be proofread, bare with me people)

Warnings: Lustful yearning, mentions of readers revealing clothing, Age gap (Rick- early 30s Reader- early 20s), female gossip, reader falling asleep in class, reader makes it up to Rick (IFYKYK)→ oral (M receiving), kissing, nothing much

A/N: This might be a series idk, i already have like four uncompleted series in the works and idk if I can take responsibility for another. If you guys do want a series I'll happily do one but for now this is just a little starter idea, ENJOY, MWAH💋

Rick Grimes, the best professor you could ever ask for. He was kind, determined, and made sure his students were well educated.

He loved seeing every single one of his student's answer questions and interact with the class( mainly just the females to get his attention). There were times after class he had to talk to the males and certain females about interacting more and engaging or else they're going to fail.

You on the other hand never had that problem. When you engaged, you passed with flying colors. You were at the top of all your classes and never missed a day or a lesson.

Professor Grimes was your American Literature teacher. He taught you study of writing and literature along with an introduction to different elements of writing. With his class you got to dabble in a lot of different elements to be able to get your degree in English.

Today was another day and his class was next. You were always excited when his class came along because you loved his(him) class.

You sat in your seat as normal, right next to your best friend, Candy Simmons. She was your ride or die, the person you could always call and she'll be there (and your mother as well).

"Candy, do you have everything? Sometimes you forget and you know how Professor Grimes gets when you rush out to get your books." You say to her with an eyebrow raised in concern.

Before Candy can even respond Rick is already starting class. "Alright guys, let's get to it. Today we're going to be reading Romeo and Juliet. Now has anyone read this book before today?" He asks looking around the class.

Only two people have raised their hands. "Ok, so you guys have two options. You can read with us and break the book down and discuss or you can go and start your homework on any classes your behind on." He says, addressing the two students.

One student raises his hand to speak, "uhm professor grimes? I'd like to read the book again, I'm not behind in my classes. Can I stay?" Rick nods his head at the boy and then turns his attention to the other student.

"I would like to go complete some assignments please professor? Is that ok?" the female student asks. He nods his head again and that student silently packs up and makes her way to the door.

"Thank you professor." she says, smiling at him. He smiles back and then turns back to the class. "Alright let's begin. Everyone in the very top row come get your books. Remember the numbers on your books because these will be your books." He says.

Your row finally get's to get their books and as you're waiting, you make eye contact with Rick. He didn't have a wedding ring on his hand but he used to.

You know he has a kid because he used to have to leave early to pick him up from school if he was sick. You never knew what happened to his wife but one day he just started showing up without his wedding ring on.

You were so zoned out you didn't even notice that it was almost your turn to grab a book. Once you stepped up he spoke.

"Hey, are you ok? you seemed a little zoned out there. Just wanna make sure your ok." He asks kindly with a concerned look on his face.

His southern drawl went straight to your cunt. Your little bud pulsating at the way he said your name.

"i-i'm ok Professor. When we're done can I by any chance stay after class to talk to you?" you reply nervously. 'why are you so nervous, get it together' you thought.

His face immediately softened and turned into one of care and kindness, no longer concerned. "Of course you can." he replies with a smile.

You smile back and say "thank you professor." before walking back to Candy.

"Girll, he could not take his eyes off you! I told you it was a good idea to wear that sexy ass outfit." Candy whisper-yells giggling.

"Oh stop it Candy. He was just concerned about me cause I was zoned out in the line." you say rolling your eye's at her before looking at your books number. You had the number 17.

You looked at candy, she had 18. You open the page to the table of contents and flip a little more until you reach the first chapter.

"Alright guys so were going to begin reading..."

"Wake uppp!" Candy says, shaking your whole body. You flinch as you wake up noticing half if not all the students are gone leaving you, Candy, and Professor Grimes.

'Ohhhh no! Did I sleep through his class?' you thought. You face palm and groan immediately mumbling out curses and apologies.

"Shit shit shit! Professor I'm so sorry, I've never slept through you class before! I went to bed early so I don't know how I could have fallen asleep. I even drank coffee this morning to make sure I stayed-" you rambled before he cut you off.

"It's ok. You are welcome to stay after class and read with me along with the thing you said you needed to stay later for anyway." He says with a charming tight-lipped smile on his face.

You feel heat rush up to your cheeks and smile. "Ok Professor, thank you so much!" you say walking down with Candy towards his desk.

"Candy I see you later ok? I'll meet you back at the dorm." You say with a smile.

"No wait, I won't be at the dorm remember, I have volleyball practice remember? So I won't be at the dorm till like 7 or 8pm? Depends on how long coach will makes us train for." Candy responds.

"Oh ok so then. i'll stay here a little later., maybe meet you in the gym or something. Walk back with you?" you ask.

"Yea, that's cool, later! Bye professor." she bids her goodbye's with a smile and walks away.

"Later Ms. Simmons." He replies with a smile. He then turns to you and smiles. "Alright, let's get started shall we? What do you wanna work on first?" he asks, that southern drawl getting ahold of your mind.

It's as if your body can't control itself and your thighs press together giving you that pleasant feeling.

"Uh, maybe we can start on my essay that I am having trouble with before we start on the story if that's ok?" You asks.

'Hey, this is your time, take over and lead the way." He says with a smile scooting closer to his desk.

"Ok, thanks professor." You says with a smile. You wonder if he usually lets women take control in bed. You reach across his desk to grab a pencil and your arms kind of squish your boobs together making your boobs more visible than before in your v-neck tank top.

Your eyes flicker to him and you see him glancing at your chest. You sit back down and he clears his throat.

You smirk and reach for your bag to pull out your laptop but before you could get it Rick speaks. "Hey, how about you sit next to me so we can work on it together, so it's not a struggle for you to have to find space for your laptop." He suggests scooting over.

You smile and get up moving your chair towards his chair. He gets up and closes his door. you could have sworn you hear the lock click but maybe it was the sleepiness getting to you.

You bend over at the right time to get your laptop out of your bag and your mini skirt rides up your plush thighs a little revealing your ass cheeks and a bit of your pretty pussy covered in pink underwear.

Rick's breath hitched as he gets a look of your ass. He silently curses himself for looking at you that way but how can he be mad at himself when he knows your doing this on purpose.

But if he knows of your antics, why are they working on him so well? Maybe it's because he's fantasized about you for so long. Maybe it's because he'll take breaks in the bathroom to jerk off to the smell of you, to the new revealing outfit your wearing.

He shakes his thoughts away and sits back down when you sit back down.

"Ok, so what I didn't understand exactly was the concept of Chapter 5. The book you gave us weeks ago was great, I loved it, but chapter 5 has too many things going on and I don't exactly know which concept you want me to focus on." You explain to him.

"Well, it's not really about what I want you to focus on exactly it more about how you feel about the certain concepts. Every single person in this class has had a different perspective on this specific chapter." He says. You look at him with doe eyes as he explains and he can feel his cock straining through his pants.

He grunts and continues what he was saying. "A-As I was saying, What I want y-you to do is just focus on your feelings on the concepts. You can choose a event that happened that really stood out to you and write your opinion on it. I'll be happy with that." He finishes gulping as he looks at your laptop again before glancing back at you.

"mhm, Ok! Thank you professor. Now I'll finish this when I get to my dorm, so now on to Romeo and Juliet. I've heard about this book and it's been on my to read list but I never got around to it." you say.

"Well, you would have loved the first few chapters if you didn't fall asleep." He says with a chuckle. You smile at him and he smiles back.

"I'm terribly sorry for that, how could I possibly make it up to you professor?" You ask batting your eyelashes at him with hooded eyes.

He gulps and looks at you before rubbing his hands on his jeans. He's 100% sure if you took one look down you'll be able to see how hard he is.

He knows what you are implying but he couldn't possibly do it. Your his student. But I mean, your an adult, your old enough to make your own decisions and so is he.

"I told you, it's fine. It's nothing really. Y-You were responsible enough to stay after class and make it up so theres nothing more you can do." He says running a hand through his curls.

You always though his curls were so pretty. They were the perfect shade of brown and they really brought out the blue in his eyes. His stubble was so sexy and made look so wise and so hot you wondered how it would feel on the inside of your plush thighs.

"Oh but professor Grimes, I feel like there is something else I can do. You seem to have a problem and I feel like it was by my doing." You say biting your lip.

'Shit, she knows' Rick thinks. His eyes widen at your words and he bites his lip. He shifts in his seat and groans when the friction from his jeans rub his cock just right.

"Oh come on professor. I know what you want. No one has to know, and I swear on that." You say fiddling with his pants zipper. His head drops towards your hand and he grabs it.

"I-I can't. It's bad enough that I'm hard right now. W-We have to focus on your wor-" His sentence is cut off by the feeling of your hand palming his cock.

While he was talking your hand was making moves and ended up in his boxers. The feeling of your warm, soft hand stroking his cock felt amazing.

The pleasure that is coursing through Rick's veins is immaculate. Your strokes are slow and rough. Everything he needs to cum in your hand right now.

You slide from your chair to your knees. You tap Rick's leg and he lifts his hips so you can pull down his pants and his boxers revealing his pretty leaking cock.

You lick his slit and his cock jumps. You look up at Rick when you take his entire lenghth in your mouth wasting no time at getting a taste of him.

"See, I knew you wanted this. I knew you wanted me just as badly as I want you." You say with a smirk on your face before spitting on Ricks cock and taking it right back down your throat.

Your gaging on his cock and the contractions and vibrations from your moans and throat are sending multiple waves of pleasure to Ricks cock that has his head spinning and eyes rolling back.

By the way his cock is twitching you can tell he's about to come. His hand comes down to massage at your breasts taking in all your glory of your face glistening with saliva and your boobs spilling out of your v-neck. ( this is the top I imagine reader wearing)

You moan around his cock again, jerking off whatever can't fit in your mouth. So lost in the moment your only now realizing how big and pretty Rick's cock his. Nicely trimmed pubic hair, pretty pink tip leaking and oozing with precum.

"Oh shit princess. Gonna -fuck- cum down this pretty throat of yours, hmm? Want your professor to cum down your throat baby?"

You shake your head yes as you gag on his cock some more, your eyes rolling back and your clit throbbing at his dirty words.

He was so well put together but what you didn't know was how much of a slut Professor Grimes was. " Oh fuck I'm gonna cum i'm cumming baby, fuck!" He crys out.

His hands find the back of your head and he lets out the sluttiest moan before letting out a string of curses as he cums down your throat.

"Shit shit shit, right there baby, doing soo good for me." he says. His eyes roll back as he moans out.

Releasing his hot, stick, thick load down your throat and you swallow every bit of it. You suck on his tip overstimulating him and he tries to pull your head off him whimpering and whining at the feeling.

You kiss his tip and finally let up and smile at him sticking your toungue out for him to see you swallowed everything he gave you.

"Oh fuck. Ohhh shit that felt amazing." He says chuckling. He gets up and grabs your hand to help you off your knees.

"Gotta hand it to you," He says as he watches you fix your shirt and hair while he fixes his pants. "I loved seeing you on your knees." he says with a chuckle.

You bite your lip at the compliment and smile at him. "And I gotta hand it to you Professor," You say seductively walking closer to him. "You taste really good." you say with a smirk on your face.

You walk around him and grab all your stuff packing it away. Once you have your bag on your back and the book in your hand you walk up to Rick.

"I'll see you tomorrow professor grimes." You say seductively and kiss him passionately on the lips.

You grab his neck and moan into his mouth allowing his tongue to slip in your mouth.

You pull away from the breathtaking kiss and the last thing connecting you two is a string of saliva.

"I'll be sure to stay after class again, this was fun and thank you sooo much for the extra help Professor." You say with a wink opening the door and leaving.

You smile to yourself walking down the hall and leave him there astonished.

Oh yea, he for sure need more of you and that pretty mouth. If Rick wasn't excited for tomorrow already, this moment just made him 10x more excited to see you again.

Maybe next time he'll get a taste of that pussy he's been fantasizing about.

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something good (in everything I see)

Driver: Fernando Alonso Words: 840 Warnings: Fluff, barely proof read

In which Uncle Nano can't help himself

From the moment Fernando saw the then 3-year-old with her little face squished against the glass as the three of them got ready to go karting, he knew that she had her dads’ love for adrenaline and speed. Jenson and Mark were tinkering away with the set ups of their go-karts, not aware of the little girl studying their every move, but he kept an eye on her, saw the cogs turning in that little head as she tried to understand what they were doing; as if it was a puzzle to her. It was there that Fernando made a promise that he would do whatever he could to feed that curiosity. 

It would take another two years before Fernando could honour his promise. Agnes’ parents were of the mindset that just because she’s the daughter of three F1 drivers, it should be her choice to pursue anything motor sport related. Fernando could understand their hesitancy; the legacy was a heavy cross to bear, Fernando had seen it far too often during his time in F1. And then Agnes’ fifth birthday rolled around and with that a wish list. Among the LEGOs, PlayDough, and a car for her Barbies, was the sign Fernando had been waiting for: a go-kart like Oscar so I can race with him. And well, why have millions in the bank if not to spoil your best friend’s children? Fernando used his own connections to build Agnes her first go-kart, choosing all the little details and even making sure it had its very own racing number. 

And so the big day arrived. Fernando was feeling a little nervous, worried he had overstepped somehow and made another promise: if Margot and Luke showed any interest, they, too, would get their first go-kart from their Uncle Nano. And if not, the money would go towards their education. 

He parks the van just out of sight and grabs the tiny helmet he had commissioned in Agnes’ favourite colours. Of course he had included his own personal sponsor and a few touches that would make it clear whose daughter she is. 

“Uncle Nano!” Agnes calls out when he enters the Magnussen-Hamilton-Webber home. 

“Hello preciosa, happy birthday!” he replies, setting the gift bag down on the table.

“Glad you could make it, mate,” Mark says, pulling him in for a one-armed hug, still holding Luke.

“Will always come to see my godson and nieces,” Fernando says, ruffling the little boy’s hair. Picking up the bag, he crouches down in front of the birthday girl. 

“I got you a present. Two actually.”

“Two presents?” Agnes asks, eyes round with curiosity. Fernando can’t help but smile as he nods. He hands her the bag and watches her tear open the wrapping paper.

“My own helmet! Mama look!” 

“I see baby! All your favourite colours too!” Agnes’ mother replies, her tone light but he can feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of his skull. 

“The other present is outside, wanna go see?” Fernando asks the girl, pointedly ignoring the stares from his best friend’s wife. Agnes eagerly nods her head and takes his hand.

“What did you do?” Mark asks him as they all follow him outside.

“I bought her a birthday present,” comes his reply, but the twinkle in Fernando’s eyes tells Mark all he needs to know. 

“Now, this was a bit difficult to wrap, preciosa,” Fernando says, clicking a button on his car keys and opening the doors on the back, “Oscar, a little help?” The younger driver nods and climbs in after him. “Close your eyes Agnes!” he calls out before he and Oscar carry the gift out of the van.

“Oh you silly old man,” he hears Agnes’ mother whisper while Jenson laughs. 

“Okay, pequeña, you can open them.” He watches as Agnes pulls her tiny hands down and sees the biggest smile light up her face.

“My own go-kart! And it’s orange like Oscar’s car!” Kevin, who had been carrying her up until then, walks closer and crouches down with her, pointing out all the different parts. 

“Oh my god, he’s even gotten her a racing number,” Jenson says, switching Margot to his other hip. 

“Yes,” Fernando says, suddenly feeling a little silly for being so sentimental, “I chose 66 because-..” 

“It’s all our numbers combined,” Lewis says, “44, 20 and 2. It’s all three of us represented.” Fernando nods, for once not sure what to say. 

“Mate, this must have-..” Mark starts but Fernando waves the concerns away.

“I have more money than sense, or whatever it is you say. If Margot or Luke ever show interest in racing, they will get one too. That little girl has the racing bug and I want to help her, and her siblings, achieve their dreams however I can,” Fernando says, looking over at Agnes, Kevin and Oscar who are still admiring the go-kart.

“Thank you,” Agnes’ mother says, and Fernando can tell she means it from the bottom of her heart as she hugs him tight. 

Inspired by a prompt sent in by @curiousthyme as part of this. If there's a fic you'd wish I'd write, please send it in!

I don't think I will ever be able to stop writing for these characters.

Please feel free to let me know what you think!

Mamma Mia fic masterlist

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Milestones [a Jay and Frankie fic]

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Family life, Frankie is a soft girl!dad, allusions to sex and breeding kink at the end.

Words: 1,306

Summary: It's Alma's first day of school, and Frankie's emotional about his little baby that got so big.

A/N: @rambling-in-purple asked for "Anything to do with baby/kid milestones. First steps, first tooth falling out, starting school... Frankie being all emotional and Jay being '"'yep they grow that's what they do'", so here goes. I hope you like it!

"Come on, crew, let's move like we got a purpose!" Jay pokes her head into Alma's room while passing on her way to the bathroom with Bianca.

"Almost done," Frankie frowns, tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration while he finishes Alma's French braids. He's more nimble with his fingers, and has spent a lot more time in Youtube braiding school, so he's usually in charge of fixing Alma's hair. Today is a special day, and her hair needs to be perfect.

"Don't wanna be late for first day of school," Jay reminds them both, already further down the hall. Bianca needs a quick wash before getting dressed, and then it's off to daycare with her before Frankie and Jay are to leave their firstborn at school.

Frankie is the nostalgic one of the two, but Jay can't help but reminisce about the first few years with Alma. She was always headstrong, independent, and fearless, and starting her education doesn't seem to phaze her at all. Helping Bianca, who's now two and a half, get dressed, Jay still doesn't miss the days of trying to get Alma dressed in time for daycare. Alma's first full sentence was a defiant "Alma can self!" that her parents always tried to respect, but sometimes there just was no time for her slow and meticulous procedures. Bianca is less concerned with being helped. Then again, Alma was always a grinder, trying and trying until she got the hang of things. Bianca barely seems interested in trying, until she one day surprises everyone by just doing it, as if she knew all along how to but didn't care to share it.

Returning downstairs with Bianca, Jay finds Frankie handing Alma her backpack. When he turns to her, she can see that he's close to bursting into tears. She shoots him a grin that's equal parts taunting and comforting, and he smiles back.

"I'm good," he tells her.

"Until we say goodbye to her," Jay adds knowingly. Frankie chuckles, and grabs the car keys.

"Probably. But honestly, where did the time disappear? How is she so old already?"

Jay looks around for Bianca's daycare bag, before seeing that Frankie's already put it by the door.

"Time works like that," she tells him before shooing her family out the door. "Okay, I think we got everything, let's go, crew."

She was right all along. When they watch Alma skip happily into the school building, Frankie sniffles and has to wipe at his eyes.

"Please," Jay sighs, but she takes Frankie's hand in hers as they walk back to the car. "You did this when we put away the stroller. You did this when she lost her first tooth. You'll do it when she loses her last baby tooth, and when she graduates elementary school, when she gets her license, gets into college, moves to college - "

"Oh god, I can't even think about that!" Frankie shakes his head. "Why can't they stay small forever?"

"Kids grow, that's kind of their thing," Jay shrugs. They get into the car, Frankie in the driver's seat. Jay sends him a teasing look.

"Can I trust you to drive...?"

"I'll do my best," he replies with some dignity, and starts the car. Jay puts her hand on his thigh and squeezes it gently.

"I know, baby." Her voice is low, and he knows it's not him bucking up that she understands. He places his hand on hers, long, thick fingers folding around hers.

///

Alma's first school day goes great, and when her family picks her up, she's more than willing to go back the next day. The afternoon is sunny, so the girls play outside while Jay and Frankie pull up weeds. Alma gets to decide dinner and picks bbq skewers, so Frankie fires up the grill, and Jay picks vegetables in the garden while the chicken thaws in the kitchen. After dinner, they help Alma with her first homework assignment: colouring a pre-printed stock picture that describes her summer. The teacher had presented class with various different pictures, and Alma had picked one with flowers, because she had spent most of her summer in the garden, playing but also learning how to grow vegetables. She draws some tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers next to the flowers, while Jay helps her prep for what she wants to say about her choice of picture.

The kids go down easily enough that night, and a few hours later, Jay and Frankie go to bed. Jay's almost asleep when there's a deep, wet sigh from Frankie. She blinks, orients herself, then frowns.

"Come on, stop bawling, man."

"I can't help it," he sniffles. "Our baby is all grown up."

"I'm warning you, Francisco..."

He rolls over, facing her, and collects her in his arms. "I need a hug."

She sighs theatrically and pats his back.

"There, there, there..."

Frankie chuckles despite himself.

"I'm serious!"

"Fine."

She embraces him, helps him settle against her, and buries her fingers in his thick hair, graying charmingly since a couple of years back. He sighs again, relaxing against her, and a small smile appears on Jay's lips. It doesn't matter that she thinks he's overly sentimental at times; she wouldn't change him for the world.

"You know that this is what parenting is about, right?" she reminds him in a murmur.

"Yeah. I just feel like we moved in here last month, and now it's been two years, and she started school, and soon we'll be sending off Bianca to school..."

"They'll be home for years to come."

"I know. I just feel like I missed so much time with them when they were younger, and when I was away."

She knows what away means: the month he slept on Benny's couch. It's been over two years, but his betrayal to his family still haunts him.

"I know, baby." She strokes his hair, pulls him closer to her. "But you're here now, we're both here, and we're lucky enough to not have to work for a living right now. doesn't that count for something?"

"It does." He draws a deep breath and sighs it out. "And I'm so proud of her. She'll do great."

"They both will," Jay agrees. Frankie lifts his head, and finds her lips in the dark. There's a hint of salt in his kiss, but it's quickly forgotten when he rolls on top of her.

"Let's make another." His voice is warm and low against Jay's neck.

"Another what?"

"Duh. Another baby." He kisses her neck, slowly, elaborately. Distracted, Jay passes her fingers through his hair.

"Are you serious?"

"Only half."

"Francisco."

He stops his ministrations and faces her. In the dark, she can't see his eyes, but she knows he's looking right at her.

"You seriously want another baby?" she asks in a low voice.

"You know I want a dozen kids with you," he tells her, "but we're both over forty, and those two are a handful as they are."

"But you said..."

"I know what I said. Jay, if you want another baby, I'm game. But I'm happy with the family I have."

He cups her cheek, seeks her lips for a kiss.

"I love you." A new kiss. "I love our girls." Another. "I love being a dad."

A familiar, exciting pull has replaces the tiredness in Jay's limbs, and she puts her arms around Frankie's waist.

"I love you too, Frankie. Let's just stick with the two we have, okay? Although I do miss the sex we had when I was pregnant."

He grins against her lips, his knee pushing in between her thighs.

"Now see, that we can do something about, there's always pretend, isn't there..."

A shiver runs up Jay's spine. "Then hurry up and put a baby in me, daddy..."

[odysseys-blood]

theres a lot of back and forth about paimon especially so i just wanna put in my two cents about it bc speculation on paimon and gender can be tricky and theres a lot to take into consideration. this isnt an end all be all post and not the best written but im just speaking from my place as someone who is trans (though i myself am tme) and works with gender themes in my own characters so this is gonna be kinda long

So! Paimon

a lot of the issue from the back and forth stems from how paimon is written by default. When you meet paimon, he's designated as just a pretty boy that likes to crossdress and they emphasize heavily that paimon is a man every time they talk about his femininity and how he presents himself.

Now crossdressing itself is not at all transphobic, hell drag is a big thing and its not uncommon for queens do figure out that they're transfem when they get into it. In fact a lot of queer people do push to erase gender boundaries within clothes because in the end....clothing is just cloth wear what you want be who you want to be, whether it be a woman wearing masc clothing, a man wearing femme clothes, or anyone just wearing something neutral feeling.

Where it becomes a problem is the push to enforce paimon's masculinity at every turn. While its good that paimon isn't a character that's put in to be played for laughs (as feminine men and trans women often are in media), it comes off odd in a way for paimon to have a feminine voice, dress femininely, love feminine things...and then at every point have it enforced heavily that paimon is a man. THAT is where a lot of the issue stems from at when you see it happening as someone who has seen transmisogyny (if this is your first time seeing the word, its transphobia that arises specifically for a trans woman being a woman. ergo the word being a mix of transphobia and misogyny) in practice it looks worrying. When you're someone who knows how to spot this kind of thing it can feel like paimon's gender nonconformity is being demonized (while they also highlight it. its an odd mix).

This isn't to say that it is a concious thing that's being pushed either i'm not saying the writers are personally transmisogynists at all, HOWEVER since transphobia and transmisogyny is rampant in society to the point where it subconsciously controls biases, thats how it can come off transmisogynistic. Think of it as similar to racism: even if you think you yourself are not racist theres still likely biases you have picked up or have been taught just because theyre so pervasive in society. This doesnt mean its your fault it just means its something that you have to unlearn conciously and put in the work to do so.

This is also not just a problem with whb because again like i said, its systemic. Think about other characters in media who are written this way, such as Bridget from Guilty Gear, or Vivian from Paper Mario. While these two are different in that their status as trans women have been solidified, the treatment they've gotten is largely the same. Especially bridget considering how she for the longest was the poster child for the "femboy" archetype and how femininity is enforced yet also discouraged in these characters until she was finally labeled transgender in gg strive.

All this to say...its messy and theres a lot of points to consider so there really isnt a reason to go at each others throats. Using paimon's canon pronouns and gender isn't exactly a problem and neither is choosing to instead see paimon as a transgender woman and using she/her pronouns. But at the very least it doesn't hurt to educate yourself also and understand why paimon's writing can come off transmisogynistic and transphobic. WHB is not a game thats heralding itself on being progressive (even if there are aspects to it that might seem so) so there's not much to expect from it in that regard but still we can be mindful and discussion isnt bad.

(also a footnote i dont think ive seen any transfem or tma players of whb in the tag....ever but if anyone is and wants to add on or thinks ive overstepped let me know)

[yestrday]

a little silly doodles of the academy's (literal) star student! i was thinking of what would their file have about them since i feel alot of the harem members especially those who are close to the staff members of the academy or helps around with that department of the school since im used to volunteering for stuff like that 😭 but anyway im pretty sure probably people like diluc(canonically has alot of connections), neuvillette(canon can go through files of fontaines citizens), scara(irminsul.....), zhongli (walking encyclopedia), Alhaitham(scribe), amd a few more but don't wanna squeeze my brain dry just to think! anyway these people has definitely have access to the school's files of students since they're needed for I.Ds and stuff!

the funny thing is... Asteria's origins is a little bit complicated... As I mention its not easy feat to enter the academy im guessing and they obviously had Alice's help and the reason for that is that they're... technically not a registered citizen in that world. They don't exactly have a birth certificate to prove they "exist"... They originated from a very low class home town and was literally in poverty. Their family wasn't exactly present so whenever the government would have free limited events of registering unregistered children when Asteria's was younger they didn't do it for Asteria which proved to be a problem. Later on in life Asteria surprisingly grew up wise and intelligent through threw away books of near by semi prestigious schools in their area which they picked up and learned from!! they had a passion for knowledge especially in the field of science and wished to be a famous astronomer! but of course being faced with the harsh reality they will probably never achieve that dream theyve accepted it but still enjoys learning ANYTHING new like they love learning and observing it's such... such a refreshing thing to see for passionate teachers that volunteers and teach in asteria's low class neighborhood it brings a tear in their eyes.

anyway let's say.. alice was one of these volunteers and noticed young Asteria's passion and was intrigued by this. A diamond in the rough! that's insane to Alice and so she took some years to observe Asteria by occasionally dropping by the grungy neighborhood and sees asteria sharing their learnings and be a bright kid whilst having that playful charm they had. So Alice decided to take it herself that she'll help Asteria study the proper education before establishing her grand plan offffffff.... enrolling Asteria to the academy that her daughter and niece is in LMAOO

And before all this. Asteria's real name isn't even Asteria Stellar... That was only a name that Alice created for them to describe their passion and their behavior, the stellar describing how out of this world their pursuit of knowledge was hence the stellar as their last name but their real name was Yvaine(meaning: north star) to represent as the light and guide for the kids in that neighborhood for helping the kids to learn atleast a bit and guided them through the shitty reality!!! asteria is a really nice kid back then huhu

anyway once asteria finally hits the age of entering the academy Alice got some connections to help her make a... semi legitimate birth certificate and some documents to make up some "normal" life that Asteria supposedly have so yeah baam thats when "Asteria Stellar" was created!

so basically what I'm saying if any of these harem maniacs even TRIES to check their history or origins they'll... probably have a major difficult time because it's so obscure thanks to Alice making sure that no one will figure out this because if this gets out then not only Asteria will get in alot of trouble so will Alice so ermmm... but yeah! other than this if they just get the courage and ask Asteria themselves to talk more about themselves then Asteria will gladly tell their tale! it's pretty easy to get information of them actually if you just approach them 😓 it's because of this stupid reputation and aura they exude makes them looks approachable and it doesn't help the fact they have long ass hair that makes them look those intimidating characters that's good in everything huhuuu doesn't matter tho

also them being filo is a bit important since they have a tiny bit of an accent when speaking in English if its not in an academic setting! They also their culture alot but not alot of people knows this because they all assume that Asteria isn't Filipino but another ethnicity because of the accent?? 😭 which makes asteria confuzzled (from experience)

FILO MENTIONED 📢📢📢 BAYANG MAGILIW PERLAS NG SILANGAN 📢📢 AKO AY PILIPINO BUONG KATAPATAN NANUNUMPA OR SMTH 📢📢📢📢

the filo accent has me awwing but then i remembered the filo accent is probably cute to foreigners but i just keel over laughing bc its just really funny (i have filo accent too)

also.... i think your babygirl n alice mightbe committed one or two crimes there...

her background is so sweet as well :')) i can imagine asteria teaching the other kids as well awhhh but this shit could be good now we can eliminate the possibilities of a yandere snooping around her background doing archon knows what

[kiaradaughterofselene]

Intro post

Heyy I'm Kiara. The group blog over on @willows-pjo-ocs is cool and all, but I decided to make my own.

So here's some basic info i guess

Age: 15

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual

Godly parent: Selene

Powers: healing (only at night), photokinesis (limited to moonlight and not that much, Aurelia says I'm like a glowstick), increased strength at night time particularly when the moon isn't obscured by the clouds (which does not change when the moon is new since its still the moon), I can transfer the pain you feel to myself, limited hydrokinesis since the moon controls the tides, and I sees better in the dark. Limited umbrakinesis plus I can shadow travel. Not really a power, but I am pretty good at chariot driving since my mom is Selene, if I do say so myself.

Status: taken i love my wife girlfriend @southerndaughterofeos

I'm pretty chill just don't be a dick, i guess.

Ooc under the cut

Heyyy! I figured it might be fun to make some blogs for my ocs. With the amount i have and probably will make, this will make things easier and more fun.

i am way too autistic about the riordanverse send help

I'm the moderator of @willows-pjo-ocs and my main is @gaygirldoodles

I also run

@southerndaughterofeos

@glykera

@overlyprotectiveheadcounselor

@amaiahunterofartemis

@melissathetherapist

@selene-goddess-of-the-moon

#willow speaks ◇ is what i'll use for when the mod is speaking vs #willows pjo ocs ♡ and #insomniac daughter of the moon will be for in character stuff

the rest of this will probably be copy pasted from the intro post on the group blog tbh

TW/CW FOR TRANSPHOBIA, MENTIONS OF DEATH, AND SELF BLAME IN HER BACKSTORY also SH so im making it extra big so you dont miss it i dont wanna risk anything

Kiara is a 15 year old transgender demigod daughter of Selene. She arrived at camp a bit before the Battle of the Labyrinth (the battle itself, not the book, but both are technically true), so she did end up fighting in the Battle of the Labyrinth, the Battle of Manhattan, and the Battle of Half-Blood Hill (plus if there was another one in toa i havent read it yet so dont spoil me.)

I would say she was about 12 or 13 when she arrived at camp so she's been there for a bit

She wasn't claimed until 2 or 3 years after she arrived since her mom didn't have a cabin yet

She is currently dating Aurelia Emerson, another oc of mine.

No father issues here since her dad is pretty awesome, but she does have mother issues, which comes with your godly parent being your mother.

She has a good deal of trauma from these battles, as do the other demigods who fought in said battles.

Since she can only heal at night, she compensates with her fighting skills. She was unable to save lots of friends and fellow campers during the battles and she blames herself for their deaths constantly. The tragedy of being a combat medic at her age.

Kids used to tease her all the time and do stuff like pulling on her hair at school but she ended up finding her people

At some point (sometimes i rp before, during, or after this) she ended up going on a quest. I haven't planned out much of this quest or who she gets captured by, but she ends up getting captured by these monster or something who want a son of Selene even though she very much isn't a son, but a daughter. They only ever referred to her as a boy and made her wear raggedy ass "boy" clothes (even though i believe that clothes dont have gender idk how else to phrase it)

Also, I apologize if I accidentally portray her a bit wrong since I'm not trans but feel free to critique me if I do something wrong bc I really want to know so I can do better/be more educated

She ends up back at camp somehow, havent planned that part out yet, but yet another trauma she has to deal with (yay i guess..?)

She ends up picking up smoking to deal with the trauma. She doesn't really tell anyone, and she tries to hide it since she's underage, it's against the rules, and sincs Aurelia would kill her if word got out.

Every time she heals a patient, whether it's a broken wrist or the entire arm is ripped off, she transfers a great deal of the pain to herself so they don't have to deal with it. Better her than them, she tells herself.

Eventually, she grows pretty numb to the pain. She can still feel it, of course, but she's just used to it. It doesn't bother her as much as it used to. Occasionally, when she takes a smoke break, she'll put out the cigarette on the heel of her palm or her shoulder or something just to prove that she can still feel pain.

Face claim:

tag list from the group blog:

@the-gods-abandoned-us @arisdaughter @mache-of-greece @demigod-jack-hearth @kaiaalwayswins

@daredevil-shit

@unhinged-waterlilly

@southerndaughterofeos

@glykera

lmk if you wanna be added or removed!

[scribblestatic]

Izuku eventually talks to Inko about Venom as they get older, but by this point, Izuku and Venom are barely separate entities. Although they have different experiences from prior to their current symbiotic relationship, they are so intrinsic to each other's survival that they made up a name to refer to the both of them.

Inky. Or Inkkun.

So, if Inko calls Izuku's name in the morning for him to get up and he doesn't reply, she peeks into his room. Depending on if there was something on late at night he wanted to watch, he might still be asleep.

Inko sighs. "Inkkun, could you wake up, please?"

Black ichor slips from Izuku's skin and covers his body, opalesque eyes blinking open. With practice, the inky covering is only over his skin, so his clothes fill in further with the loss of available space. Izuku wears baggier clothes to accommodate their change nowadays.

So, it's like there's a big, inky, somehow fuzzy wolf in a "sleeping" T-shirt and All Might themed pajama pants.

"We were watching the All Might series marathon."

"I had a feeling it was something like that... Please help Izuku get ready for school, hon."

"Mmm don't wanna..."

Inkkun still crawls out of bed on all fours and slinks past her to the bathroom, though. A minute or so later though, Inkkun is sitting around the corner of the kitchen, still brushing his teeth, giving her their equivalent of puppy eyes.

"Inkkun..."

"No school, Mom..."

She sighs, realizing he swallowed the toothpaste again.

"Why don't you want to go to school?"

"No one likes us. Don't think we're important. Even though we have a 'quirk,' we get bullied."

Inko frowns, pausing as she flips the egg omelette she's making for breakfast.

"I talked with the principal about that already."

"Pah. Doesn't care about us. No one there cares."

Inkkun grumbles as he heads back to the bathroom briefly to rinse his mouth out...or drink the sink water, whichever he decides. She can't follow after him since she's still cooking, but her jaw clenches slightly.

Izuku never told her about the bullying before. It wasn't until after Izuku finally introduced her to Venom that she started learning more about what his school life was like. Izuku didn't lie much, but he would omit details. Venom, however, seemed nearly incapable of lying, which bled over into Inkkun.

As she plates their breakfast, Izuku's the one who enters, now dressed in his school clothes and trying button his gakuran. He looks drowsy, though upon seeing Inko, he becomes a bit sheepish.

"So, when were you going to tell me you're still getting bullied?"

A black, liquidy head forms through his school shirt, right beside his own.

"Never."

"Venom..."

"Izuku..."

He huffs, frustrated. "I just... I want to handle it on my own. We can't rely on you all the time."

"...You're right that you can't."

But she walks over, raising their chins to look up at her.

"But you're my little boy. And right now, I'm the one who trusts the school to both educate you and treat you right. If they don't, then that's a problem I'm supposed to help you face. Failing to do one means they're failing to do the other, too."

'Mom is right,' Venom says in their head, 'Listen to Mom. Or eat their brains. That would solve it.'

'No.'

'How about their ear? They have two of those. Missing one won't hurt too much.'

'No eating people, we promised.'

'Ugh.'

----

Now, time for some sillies.

Izuku likes to finish his homework at school or the library before coming home. Cause home is Inkkun time.

He walks in the front door, takes off his shoes, sets down his bag, and becomes creacher.

"Woof."

He strolls around the house on all fours very comfortably. He even found a way around washing his hands all the time. Venom will control their balance, and Izuku's human arms can reach out and touch things. He can also use his tentacles to pick things up.

Oh, right, yeah. He has tentacles. He usually forms them from his tail or back to grip and carry things.

So, sometimes, if Inko works a bit later than usual, she'll come home to Inkkun eating face first out of a bowl of french fries or containers of natto. More than once, she found him with a plastic bag on the floor to catch all the spillage from the fish he caught--he's been sneakily stealing from a salmon farm as of recent.

He just kinda stuffs them in his mouth, not minding the bones or gills or whatever else. It's all delicious, especially the fatty ones.

Venom usually suggests eating people just for the fun of it rather than out of legitimate hunger. Izuku casually shuts the thought down every time.

---

One day, Inkkun gets up, but he's not in goopy dog form.

Venom is under Izuku's skin, but Izuku's green eyes are instead opalescent.

It's at this point they've almost fully fused. The DNA of Izuku's human body has rearranged itself almost entirely, with him being unable to live without a connection to Venom. At the same time, the solid parts of Izuku's body makes sonic attacks that are usually a weakness for symbiotes into a mere annoyance instead.

The main thing is that the blood of people with quirks is incredibly disgusting. So, of course, Venom's brain-eating suggestions are almost always just banter. They wouldn't suggest eating brains seriously unless they were literally starving to death.

So, it's more that Inko smells delicious because she's constantly bringing them the food with the best chemicals, and because love smells good. Inko is completely off the menu.

Also Inkkun can almost completely dematerialize. As in, Izuku's body can dissolve and reconstruct almost completely without worry. So, while most humans are constrained by their shoulders of hips, like a cat, Inkkun can fit his entire body through anything big enough for his skull. He can even squeeze his skull down just a little for slightly smaller spaces.

Izuku's skull eventually becomes one of the last things differentiating Izuku from Venom. Not that Izuku's worried, nor is Venom.

They belong together, in one body, after all.

---

Inkkun likes to nap and sunbathe. You'll just see a big ol black, slick yet fuzzy blob laid out in a sunny spot. When he stretches his legs, his paw peets stretch out, as does his tail. If he's super comfy, he'll melt a lil bit.

When he's not hungry or full of energy, he's actually quite relaxed. Slinks around the apartment in full goop form, wuffing under his breath and sniffing at stuff to ensure it smells the same.

If Inkkun's really in a doggy mood, he'll sniff his mom 's shoulders and head when she comes home. Once, he sniffed her and smelled that she was starting to get sick, so he made her some soup and gave her some medicine. The great thing about him cooking is that there's no risk of injury for him at all. Except for maybe burning, but that heals quickly.

Sure enough, she had to call in to work the next day, but she wasn't feeling as bad as she could've because Inkkun caught it early. So now, he does her a sniff on principle.

(Thankfully, the only time Izuku gets sick is if he's too hungry. He hasn't had a single illness since he was four.)

He also enjoys a good head pat. Very pleasant sensation for him. He greatly enjoys physical affection. On lazy weekends, sometimes, it would just be him with his head on his mom's lap on the couch, with her watching TV and carding her fingers through his hair as he reads some manga, tail bapping against the couch.

---

Izuku's only doctor is Dr. Oniyoshi.

The doctor's very good at keeping things hush-hush, especially once Izuku and Venom fuse together more. It's something interesting for the man to study, but he wouldn't risk the wrong people coming to know about him.

Dr. Oniyoshi's the kind of guy who sometimes says things a little harshly, but he clarifies himself right after. Inkkun's never once seen him express anger, just having a calming demeanor as he quietly maintains every aspect of his care.

It helps that Venom constantly keeps Izuku healthy. They don't technically need to brush their teeth, but Venom does anyway when Inko asks and Izuku's consciousness is still asleep. So, really, Izuku doesn't have a lot of medical records, and the ones that do exist are purposefully fudged.

His details still say quirkless, and his blood denotes no differences from any other person, save for the lack of quirk factor that's becoming increasingly rare over time.

Once Inkkun started forming more frequently, however, Dr. Oniyoshi noted unidentifiable DNA in his blood. Not only that, but he couldn't keep a blood sample. The blood would eventually break out of the glass and return to Izuku by some point. So now, he tells Izuku when he's done doing blood tests and uncorks the vial, letting his blood return without breaking his supplies.

Dr. Oniyoshi quietly tells Inko that her son's more akin to a nonidentifiable humanoid than a human, but just as firmly confirms that Izuku is her son regardless.

Inko knows, but it's nice that her son's doctor agrees.

[beneaththelamina]

My Dad's Hot Ride

I wrote this story some time ago and shared it to my medium account. Let me know what you think?

[Please do not copy my work. I've worked very hard to compose this piece and own this material. Thank you~]

I’m in the back seat of my dad’s ‘hot ride’, my little clammy hands pressed against the black velvet seats. My big toes sting from how tightly I’ve curled them toward the soles of my purple Sketchers. I stare at the pink laces Mommy double-tied in a secure knot this morning before school. Not once did they come undone during the day. 

It smells musty back here, like sweat and heat, as if the time my dad has spent oiling the gears, customizing the engine, and getting the shine in the navy blue paint job just right has anthropomorphized into a backseat passenger beside me. I  look at the tops of houses zipping by — that sweet spot between the roofs of houses and the sleepy flow of clouds along the blue sky — a blue horizon of stillness between the turbulence of two moving objects. It’s calming to focus on this stillness when each cell in my body feels on edge. My dad is a stranger to me, but it doesn’t matter how I feel. He’s the adult in the situation. 

I keep my eyes trained on the blue horizon as I try to pretend my dad isn’t driving me to my grandma’s house. I’m just floating in this blue line —

“Hey Nini, you wanna see how fast daddy’s hot ride can go?” Daddy cuts through the silence like a butter knife through a potato. I don’t want to. I want him to ask me more about my day. Maybe ask me about my schoolwork and what I thought was interesting. But he doesn’t. He usually asks if my day went well and I say, “Yes,” and that’s the end of the conversation, followed by awkward silence. 

I keep my true emotions hidden behind a mask of obedience and turn my gaze toward my dad. Oil-stained shirt, chocolate skin, sparse beard, and mustache. He has dimples, even in the absence of a smile. His thick, straight brows act as a barricade between his square forehead and almond eyes. He is a charming man. I knew, even then, that my mom was too good for him. 

She was too good for a man who lied to the family about her mental stability when she threatened to cut ties with him forever; too good for a man who never contributed one cent to either of his children’s education; too good for a man who hit her in a fury of frustration; too good for a man who preferred the praise of men half his age over the love and support of the mother of his children. 

But no one is perfect, right? And he’s just here to pick me up from school while mommy is working at her other job, like he does every Friday. So I smile brightly and say, “Sure, Dad.” He smiles back and pushes full throttle on the gas. I shift to my knees on the back seat cushions and grip the back of the front seats. I look to my dad and then to the road ahead, my body jarring back slightly from the force of the throttle. Houses zip by faster and faster until he comes to a sudden stop at the end of the street. I fall back into the firm cushions and giggle nervously as I scramble to sit up. He looks back at me with this goofy smile. I can see all of his teeth and sweat on his brow from the summer heat. 

For a moment, he looks like a little boy trying his best to impress me and I feel a sense of pity. He’s a lot less grand than I think. He doesn’t know how to be a father and doesn’t have the courage to face his ignorance head-on. So, I slip into the front passenger seat to be closer to him — to make him feel like he’s done something wonderful by showing me how fast his car can go. I nestle in, my feet barely brushing the floor, my head just peeking over the edge of the car window. 

There’s something much scarier in the thought of being alone in that car, something I can’t put into words. Without my dad driving me, the houses zipping by would dizzy me. The clouds would put me in a trance. But like that solid blue horizon, he stays still and stationary, a character I still expect will pick me up and deliver me if it’s Friday and I need a ride.

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Thank you for reading :)

[yakumtsaki]

I’d like to start this update with this shocking image of SHAJAR TICKLING JOJO. Since when do you two remotely interact?!?

-Oh lighten up, will ya? -My beloved daughter is right, look at those snapdragon animations, everything’s literally coming up roses around here! 

YA RIGHT, ‘things are going great’, what bs are you gonna come up with next??

-Things ARE going great! Look at me suddenly being a good father!

-And look at me becoming a professional party guest! And I’ve been super loyal to Don too, huhu!🌸

Ok well excuse me if I don’t bust out the confetti yet, historically we’ve had some difficulties maintaining a winning streak around here..

Sugar, there you are! Now what disaster do you currently have going on, spit it out.

-No disasters, just enjoying my day off! 

WHAT IS HAPPENING 

-I’ve just read this great book about the importance of skin-to-skin contact for newborns!

-And I rolled the want to potty-train Felina!

-And I just love changing diapers all of a sudden! 

OK SERIOUSLY WTF. Are we gonna have our first calm update.. EVER??

Oh man here we go, here we go, what are you two arguing about!

-Nothing, we’re just talking about how nice it is that those spicy updates are a thing of the past! -It’s so much better to treat each other with love and respect!💗

Are you people trying to drive me crazy??

-I got promoted again! I can’t wait to share the good news with my family and then spend quality time with my children! 

OH MY GOD ENOUGH

The kittens grew up and Shinok is the automatic heir per my tradition of picking the chonkiest cat! The puppies also grew up..

..and I think it’s clear who the dog heir is LOL. Veronica where the hell did your giant ears come from?? 

-I don’t know but they’re a lewk! 

They most certainly are! The non-heir pets are of course going off to have much better lives with Wulf and Angel❤️

Speaking of ❤️, it is with a heavy ❤️ that after trying to turn Jojo into a werewolf for the better part of a century, I’M NOW CURING HIM PER HIS WISH. Jojo truly, I have no words. 

-Well then you’re gonna love the want I’m about to roll tomorrow!

GO TO HELL

Things continue to go UNNERVINGLY well. Liz topped her career and rolled the want to teach Felina to talk-

-followed by the want to teach her to walk! (Look at their identical noses, awwwww🧡)

Then Sophito rolled the want to teach her a nursery rhyme, at which point something incredibly shocking has become clear. Sit down for this: we are dealing with our first pair of good parents in the main house.

DUDE. THEY’RE EVEN HAVING CONVOS ABOUT PARETING I CAN’T. REMEMBER WHEN YOU USED TO BANG ON THE UNI POOL TABLE??

-Oh haha, we sure were wild back then! Now dear, I read about this great new educational toy- 

-Oh I know the one, it said it helps with cognitive development!  -Yes!  -We need to get two, Bartholomew is about to become a toddler!

Oh right he is!

That’s how calm shit is around here, that I actually REMEMBERED a birthday. Alright Barth, time to grow up! Please don’t get the Frances eyebrows, please, please, please-

-YES THANK GOD. Now let’s check the ole personality panel..

..OH NO HE HAS SHAJAR’S PERSONALITY. DON’T EVEN THINK OF ROLLING POPULARITY, YOU HEAR ME, YOU LITTLE BRAT?? Happy birthday etc.

Speaking of Shajar, Cyneswith remains a better grandma than her despite not being these kids’ grandma. 

-I wanna teach her how to talk!🌸  

You what now?

-Ok baby now say ‘chair, huhu💗’! -Chaiw, huhu💗! -YAYYYY🌸

Alright I’m starting to develop a theory here since Cyn is so ridic partial to Felina but doesn’t seem to give a crap about Bartholomew, that maybe Cyn wanted a daughter?? Idek dude, NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE.

Look at this shit.

LOOK.

LOOK. Like these are legit some never-before-seen images, where did this all functionality come from??? Also man Barth is ROTUND, his cheeks! Liz and Soph really made some cute bbs🧡

It’s time for Felina’s birthday, which I ALSO REMEMBERED. Jojo does the honors since this is probably the last birthday where he’ll be with us💔

OMG SHE’S A LIL SOPHITO CLONE

-I sure am! Now if you’ll excuse me, grandma Cyn said she has bought some new clothes for me!

OH GOOD LORD CYN