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Me and my buddy get along well but I donât have a father and for some reason I feel like I look up to him. Heâs a brunette hockey player who really cares about his body and tracks all of his cals. Any way you could spike one of his beers and give me the best exjock dad ever?
âLetâs go!â Your bro throws down his game controller and looks over at you. His confident smile adorning his handsome, angular face, âI used that same move on the ice the other day.â His clear excitement is infectious and you canât help but smile.
It was another one of your usual game nights with your bro. The two of you sitting on the couch, controllers in hand, playing some hockey videogame. And even though he always seemed to win, you just enjoy the moment. Your friendship started out when you were younger- the two of you meeting in grade school. And as the years went on, you grew closer. Youâd go to his hockey games and cheer him on. Heâd fill in as that male role model you needed. When you went to college, heâd continue playing hockey, while you focused on your studies. But you continued to enjoy each otherâs company. But this was your last year, and he planned to move across the country. The very thought was painful. Losing him would be tough.
âHey, you good?â He asks, âI told you I wasnât going easy.â
You smile, âI was wondering,â You begin, âI know you donât like beer...â
âGotta keep these toned.â He says, running a hand down his exposed abs.
âBut itâs bro night.â You continue, âI got some special beers for us.â
He seems to consider the offer. Part of him looking a bit apprehensive. After all, he spent much of his time focusing on maintaining his body. His lean muscles and thicc hockey butt were all products of his careful diet and dedicated workouts. But he could tell it would mean a lot to you. He nods slowly.
âOne wonât hurt.â He says with a grin, âCheers to another game night.â
Part of you feels relieved. Another part of you feels somewhat apprehensive. If the man you bought this beer from was telling you the truth... well, you didnât know what to think. It was probably some prank anyway, and you probably wasted the money. You hand him a solo cup with the beer in it.
âTo bro night.â He smiles and takes a sip of the beer, âYou know, Iâm gonna miss this.â You feel a pang of sadness in your chest, âBut weâll always be bros.â
You nod, taking in his words. Feeling a sense of impending loss. Wishing you could just enjoy these moments forever.
âIâm gonna miss this too... dad.â
He looks over at you and raises an eyebrow, âWhat did you just call me?â He chuckles.
And you can see it. A few hairs starting to emerge from his once clean-shaven face. A few greys appearing in his brunette locks. Was it true? Was this stuff really going to do what the man said it would?
âNothing, dad.â
And as the words leave your lips, your buddy groans. His youthful skin starts to lose its glow. A few wrinkles appear on his forehead. And the hair on his face sprouts into a full beard. His hands rush to scratch his new facial hair and his eyes widen.
âBro, what the hell...â He whispers, âSomethingâs wrong...â
âWhat do you mean, dad?â
You watch as his brunette locks begin to recede and his tan vanishes. All the while, small, itchy hairs start to sprout from your buddyâs chest and abs. At this point, he stands up and runs his hands down his new body hair. Thereâs a look of disgust and confusion on his face, and you canât help but feel bad for him. After all, he did pride his clean-shaven look.
âYou keep calling me dad.â He says, staring at you, âAnd now...â He catches a glimpse of his receding hairline and aged skin in the mirror, âBro, please. Whatever youâre doing, you gotta fuckinâ stop.â
You could tell he was getting angry. But you were still marveling over the effects of this drink. You couldnât believe it was actually working.
âBro, are you even listening to me?â He says, âPlease! You canât...â
âSorry dad.â You reply, putting even more emphasis on âdad.â
The effects are more dramatic. Your buddy lets out a pained moan and falls to his knees, gripping his abs. You can see tears fall from his eyes as he realizes his firm abs are feeling softer. And in only a few moments, his abs are covered by a thick layer of fat. And another. And another. And although your buddy is too busy squeezing his new flabby stomach, you can see his pecs fill with fat and sag, resting atop his new gut.
âThis canât be...â He winces at his new, gravelly voice, âOh god, I sound so old.â He looks up at you, tears still staining his eyes, âDude, come on... please... I canât be this.â
A part of you feels bad, even guilty. Your friendâs anger replaced by fear. His confidence shattered. His toned physique truly replaced by that of a middle-aged dad. Part of you wants to reverse this. But you donât even know how.
âI...â You bite your lip, âLook, I donât even know if I can undo this, dad.â
Your buddy shuts his eyes and shakes as the short hairs erupt into longer follicles. You watch as a forest of hairs emerge from under his shorts and travel down his legs. His new gut and soft chest are covered in a forest of gray and dark hairs. And you realize now thereâs nothing left of your old buddy, at least physically. His receding hairline, gray hairs, gut, and hirsute form all scream middle-aged dad. He slowly stands up, wincing at a pain in his lower back and knees, as he becomes more familiar with his new age.
âDude...â He whispers, âWhat did you do?â You can hear the anger return to his voice.
âI didnât want to lose you, bro.â You say, âAnd Iâve always looked up to you. And truthfully, Iâve always wanted a dad and the beer promised it could do that. Just as long as I called whoever drank it dad.â Your friend looks shocked and picks up the solo cup.
âGood one dude.â He laughs, âOkay, okay you got me. Maybe if I drink the beer and you call me bro or something, I can return to normal.â He says hopefully, âI promise we can forget all about this.â The desperation starts to creep back into his voice, âJust... please I donât want this.â He begs.
Youâre not a bad person. You even feel a bit guilty. And part of you even wants to do as he suggests. But another thought enters your head. Would he be able to forget all about this? Would he forgive you? You bite your lip and sigh.
âIâm sorry,â You can see his eyes widen in terror, âDad.â
He drops the beer in his hand, causing the beer inside to spray everywhere. His eyes glaze over and his jaw goes slack. A part of you worries for a moment, but slowly he smiles. Thereâs no evidence of concern on his face.
âAh sorry, I spaced out there for a second.â He chuckles, âLooks like I made a mess.â He goes to bend over to pick up the cup, but winces, âDamn backâs been acting up.â
âDonât worry dad.â You say as he sits back down on the couch, âHowâre you feeling?â
âIâm good, Iâm good.â He reassures, âCome on, we have to finish our game.â He says with a grin, grabbing the game controller, âYou know, I was quite the hockey player back in my day. Well before this.â He chuckles, patting his beer gut.
âI know.â You reply, sitting next to him, âYou tell me all the time.â The two of you start to play, and you immediately notice his videogame skills are not where they used to be. But youâre enjoying this moment- going on as if nothing changed.
âLook at that!â He cheers when he scores a goal, âI told you not to take it easy on me, son.â
You go to reply but you feel a warmth coarse through your body. You quickly shake your head and return to the game. And only a few minutes later, he scores another goal.
âYou doing okay there, son?â He asks.
And again, you feel a warmth coarse through your body. You look down at the controller and canât help but notice that your forearms look a bit thicker- your hands meatier. You shake your head and look up at your dad.
âUh, Iâm good dad.â Your voice even sounds deeper- somewhat dumb too, âI-I gotta go to my room.â
You stumble towards your room, feeling somewhat off balance. Entering your room, youâre immediately hit by the smell of intense BO. The same way your bro would smell after a hockey game. Thereâs gear on your bed and random posters of hockey players on your walls. You barely have time to comprehend whatâs going on, when you hear your dadâs voice.
âHey son, are you okay?â
You groan as your muscles begin to contract violently and your shirt tears from your growing musculature. You can see yourself in the mirror- abs, thicc ass, and lean muscles- the body of a hockey player. And you realize that youâre becoming your dadâs ideal son. Somehow, the beer that splashed on you had the same effects as drinking it.
âWait dad!â You call out, wincing at the oafish jock-like tone that saturates your words, âPlease...!â
âSon?â He asks opening the door.
And your eyes glaze over. Your jaw goes slack. And you feel your mind warping and changing. Any memories you had of your old life or self are being forced into the very back of your mind- all to make room for your new existence as a smelly, ripped, hockey jock. Your dadâs perfect son.
âGod it reeks in here.â Your dad laughs, patting you on the back, âMust be workinâ hard out there.â
âYou fuckinâ know it.â You reply, eyes dull, âItâs gonna be a good game tomorrow, pops.â
âYou learned from the best, champ.â He smiles, âNow come on, we got a game to finish.â You smile, âI want to show you one of my favorite moves. Worked every time. Maybe you can try it out on the ice tomorrow.â
âFor sure, pops.â
You follow your dad back to the couch. The two of you playing videogames late into the night, filling the air with boisterous cheers as you played. You couldnât have asked for a better dad. And he couldnât have asked for a better son.
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Anxious avid tumblr lurker turned poster hereâŚ
This is actually NOT what is taught in feminism 101 courses! I took an introductory women studies course last year and I thought it would be a breeze because I had been on tumblr for 10 years so I knew about intersectionality, I knew how oppression works!
Let me tell youâ I was wrong. I didnât know how these concepts actually functioned. I knew of their importance, and would use them rhetorically in ways Iâd seen others model for me, but I didnât know how they actually worked.
Online we are taught that intersectionality is an additive model; that black women have it worse than black men and worse than white women because they are âblackâ plus âwomen.â When in actuality, Crenshaw coined Intersectionality to specifically push back against the idea of the identity of black women being seperable into âblackâ plus âwomen.â Judges were already ruling against black women for their claims of discrimination exactly on that basisâ so Crenshaw coined Intersectionality as an argument that a black womanâs experience is uniquely a black womanâs experience (not simply a binary between a black experience and a womanâs experience).
Our identity is not something that can be analyzed along individual axes because each axis we experience influences the otherâ intersectionality is a way to model individual unique oppressions that all share similarities. Oppression is not additive.
I explain this important distinction because there is a problem within feminism that has been critiqued for decades by Black feminists that many white feminists do not want to acknowledgeâ the problem being that White Feminism (as a movement) asserts ALL men are the oppressor. Black feminists were the FIRST to argue that the identity of âmanâ was not the problem, and they were the ones to correctly identify dominance hierarchies as the root behind the ever-branching tree of oppression. Patricia Hill Collins coined the Matrix of Domination in the 90s and we STILL have people acting like second wave feminismâs perspective on men was at all positive.
MEN ARE NOT THE ISSUE. And we STILL have people saying they are! That was the first thing I saw after the election results. Thatâs what I see and hear when people find out that Iâm a man sometimesâ I have had other trans people tell me Iâm gross for being a man. Like hey have you tried simply listening to the experiences of the marginalized men in your life? The man-hating is 100% here and BLACK FEMINISTS have been saying as much for YEARS.
Idk, all that to say, itâs not âfascistic misogynyâ for a leftist man to say âthe kill all men stuff on tumblr freaked me out so I didnât do any exploring of Leftist ideology.â A reason isnât an excuse. They never said âit was good/okay for me to do this becauseââ That would be an excuse! But they were explaining what their own experience was, which is an experience that Black feminists have been imploring white feminists to fucking stop perpetuating. They were explaining IN RESPONSE to someone saying âwow we really gotta figure out how to stop men from joining the death cult.â
Iâm begging yâall to listen to Black feminists on this matter. Please. Theyâve been talking about it for 30 years at least and I know thatâs underestimating it by a lot.
Resources to read up on this further:
âIntersectionality as Critical Social Theoryâ by Patricia Hill Collins
âBlack Feminist Thoughtâ by Patricia Hill Collins
https://blackfeminisms.com/matrix/ (link explaining The Matrix of Domination that is discussed is Black Feminist Thought)
âThere is No Hierarchy of Oppressionsâ by Audre Lorde
âAgainst White Feminismâ by Rafia Zakaria
âThe Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Loveâ by bell hooks
Okay, folks, I think we need to have a little Feminism 101 Discussion.
If someone says they used to be a fascist but are now an "ally" and then start talking about how the Real Reason they were a fascist was because people are too mean to men, that is not an ally! In fact, that is not even a reformed fascist!
You are talking to a fascist, using misogynistic tactics to try to put himself on a pedestal. That person is functionally no different than a fascist making "Why I left The Left" videos. They are trying to put themselves in a spot of authority, trying to not just put down feminists, but garner sympathy for fascists.
It's a con as old as shit. Do not fall for it.
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Hello! Would you do how Anselm, Nathan and the Moon Boys handle/be with a person with tremors/general shakiness? No rush!
Of course, I hope I did this justice! <3
Tremors
Multiple Oscar Isaac Characters x gn!Reader ⢠Rating: 18 + pals Masterlistâ˘Â ao3â˘Â want to be tagged? | request info ⢠buy me a coffee? ⢠ask-travaganza masterlist â˘
Warnings: Fluff, mention of sexy times, mention of murder (Anselm's gotta shoot someone), not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count:Â 509
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Steven Grant
Researches and then does lots of different relaxation techniques with you to see if any of them help reduce the shaking.
Literally becomes a walking encyclopaedia of information on the subject.
Will loudly dress down anyone who dares to say anything rude.
âRelaxing is meant to help, love, yeah?â Then proceeds to make you come against his mouth until you beg him to stop.
Tells you he loves you and kisses the area/s that are shaking.
Marc Spector
Marcâs the king of acts of service, he just wants to be helpful. If the tremors are getting too much for you he would quietly offer to help, whether itâs dressing, writing, cooking, whatever you need. But will always ask first. He doesnât want to baby you or be over the top.
Goes to any doctorâs appointments and listens quietly. He makes notes for you so that you can refer to them later. Will only speak if it seems like the doctor is talking over you/not taking you seriously.
Gives you a massage to help relax you.
Tuts at Steven for overstimulating you with oral sex, then gets you to cockwarm him until you feel like jelly.
Jake Lockley
Holds your hands, a lot. Especially if you get self-conscious about any shaking.Â
Will definitely joke about you wrapping your fingers around his dick when the tremors are bad to make you smile and tut at him.
âAmor, maybe I should fuck you until youâre shaking from exhaustion instead?âÂ
You giggle but he gets an earful from Marc about his lackluster jokes.Â
Fucks you into the mattress until youâre too blissed out to care about anything.
Nathan Bateman
Spends days designing equipment to help you. Depending on what causes the tremors affects what heâs going to do, whether itâs something for you to wear that helps with the shaking or just tools that will counteract the movement, or a mixture of both.
Never mentions it until you bring it up first.
Likes to hold you and wrap his arms around you. You apologised once for your shaking and how it must be disturbing him.
He told you how much he actually liked it, âfeels like a massage chair.â Heâd teased, but you realised he was so hopelessly in love with you that he finds absolutely everything about you to be attractive.Â
Doesnât bring up the idea of intimacy to help relax you first, but once you do heâs quick to ask every time after.
Anselm Vogelweide
Very gentle. Whatever you need youâre getting. And if anyone even says something that remotely upsets you, theyâre getting shot.Â
Flies in every specialist to help.
Threatens to burn anything/anyone to cinders who causes you any stress.
Some shaking started/increased once when an associate raised his voice once and you thought he was going to pull out the manâs eyes and shove them up his ass.
With your permission, he likes to tie you up and fuck you senseless. âSee, my love? No shaking when youâre bound up so beautifully.âÂ
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New Relationships
Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw
Word count - 13.2K
Warnings - angst, arguing, swearing, fluff
Summary - you meet someone new, and while at first you don't get on... you soon change your tune
A/N - it's time for the return of Hangman Junior y'all! it's certainly been a long time coming and it's been so fun getting back into this universe! I do apologise if this fic isn't great I was trying my best lol. but I hope y'all enjoy (and don't worry I'm planning a follow up fic that'll go more into the stuff that happened at the end). as per y'all please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!
Growing up, Javy had always been a staple in your life. He was your dadâs best friend and he had played a huge part in your upbringing. You had even regularly spent nights at Javyâs house when your dad was away. With all the time you had spent with Javy, you thought you knew him better than most.
But you didnât know that he had concealed a secret no one other than Jake knew about.
One day while Bradley was up in the air, training some of the newest recruits that had joined Top Gun, Jake was lounging in the rec room, listening to all the conversations happening up in the air on the small radio. Javy had been in the room but had to step out of the room when his phone began to ring.
âYou got this, Bradley,â Jake muttered with a small smile as he listened to his husband explaining what flight exercise he and the other recruits would be doing. Jake had loved seeing how much Bradleyâs confidence had grown since the uranium mission. He had stopped hesitating so much up in the air and had truly become a fighter pilot others would fear when in a dogfight.
As Jake listens carefully to the radio, chuckling to himself when he hears the cocky remarks from the new trainees who reminded him of himself, Javy comes back into the rec room, visibly shaken as he moves to sit down, collapsing on the couch opposite Jake who is instantly concerned about his best friend.
âWhoa, Coyote, whatâs up man?â Jake asks worriedly, now distracted from listening to the radio and giving his best friend his full attention.
âI just got a call from CPS. Iris has been caught drunk and high in her house. Theyâre removing Mateo from her care and wanting him to move in with me.â Javy explains, propping his elbows on his lap and burying his face in his hands as he lets out a sigh.
âShe what?â Jake asks, eyes wide in shock as he processes what Javy has just said to him.
âApparently some teachers at school were concerned about Mateo and called CPS to investigate the house and they found Iris high as a kite with some random guy in the house while Mateo was nowhere to be found and Iris sure as hell had no idea where he was.â Javy elaborates, dropping his hands and looking at Jake who softens in sympathy for his best friend, getting up from where he was sitting and moving to sit next to Javy.
âWell, heâs gotta come out here, right? He shouldnât be shoved into the system.â Jake says as if it was the most obvious answer.
âI know. Theyâve said they want to call again later to figure out when will be best for him to fly out here. I just donât know how to tell anyone about this.â Javy says quietly as he glances over at Jake, his eyes displaying every ounce of emotion he is feeling.
Javy had never been as open about his private life. He told the Daggers bits and pieces but he had closely guarded secrets that only Jake knew about. The biggest one of those secrets is his son Mateo.
Mateo was not much younger than you, only a few months give or take. Javy had been in college and met a pretty girl at a party. The alcohol in his system definitely helped aid the decision he made to sleep with her that night. A couple of weeks down the line, Iris discovered that she was pregnant and both she and Javy had made the joint decision to keep and raise their baby together as they continued their college journey. By the time they graduated, Mateo had been born and was a couple of months old. Iris was well aware of Javyâs intentions to join the Naval Academy and train to become an aviator but just as he began his training, they had a huge argument which led to Iris moving away and taking Mateo with her. It broke Javyâs heart to watch her take his son and leave, so much so that he opted to keep Mateoâs entire existence a secret to hide his heartbreak from everyone around him. After meeting Jake and discovering that Jake had a daughter of his own, he found himself inclined to open up about his son but made sure that Jake promised to keep this information a secret. And true to his word, Jake kept it a secret, even from Bradley and from you.
Javy had always made attempts to visit Mateo as he grew up. Every Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and birthday heâd travel to Utah in an attempt to spend some time with his son. Yet no matter how much he tried, Iris would refuse to let him spend a decent amount of time with Mateo, and he was never allowed to invite Mateo to spend time with him once he settled in Miramar. Javy just couldnât make any sense of it. Half the time he was sure she didnât care for their son but the moment Javy would mention visiting or paying for a flight so that Mateo could come to Miramar, sheâd start claiming that she didnât want her son to get hurt by Javy, seemingly ignoring the amount of effort Javy was willing to put in just for a short visit.
âHey, weâll figure it out together, okay? They already love y/n, so I canât imagine any reason why theyâd not love Mateo too.â Jakeâs gentle voice shakes Javy from his thoughts, causing him to look over at Jake and offer him a soft smile.
âI donât feel like Iâm prepared for this,â Javy whispers, worry in his voice as Jake offers his friend a supportive smile moving to rest a hand on his shoulder.
âNothing could prepare you for this, but Iâm going to help. Go and tell Maverick youâve had a family emergency and that you need to head home, heâll understand. Then go home and check out your spare room, text me a list of things you think youâll need for the room for when Mateo arrives. And while you call CPS to organise Mateo moving out here, Iâll run by the store and then meet you at your house.â Jake says, explaining his thought-out plan as Javy nods, inhaling sharply before standing up and moving to exit the room. Upon realising that Jake wasnât following him, Javy turned to look over at Jake.
âAre you not coming?â He asks, confused as to why Jake wasnât coming when he had made it clear that he intended to join him.
âIâll come along later. Bradleyâs awful at checking his phone at work so I need to tell him what Iâm doing face to face otherwise heâll damn near have an aneurysm when he realises Iâm not around. Just make sure Maverick knows Iâll be leaving too.â Jake says with a chuckle, waving his hand to dismiss Javy who nods before rushing out of the rec room in search of Maverick.
When Bradley had landed, Jake had rushed out to meet him on the tarmac, with Bradley beaming as Jake approached.
âItâs not often my husband meets me out on the tarmac. Whatâs up?â Bradley says as the two reach each other.
âCoyoteâs had a last-minute family emergency so Iâve offered to help him out. I just wanted to let you know before I went off to help. I donât need you panicking when you canât find me.â Jake explains, watching as Bradleyâs smile fades slightly in worry.
âIs everything okay?â He asks, concerned about Javy.
âIâll explain everything when weâre both home, okay? I promise.â Jake says, keeping a small smile on his face to try to keep Bradley from worrying too much about what could be happening.
âOkay. Iâll see you later.â Bradley says with a sigh before leaning in to press a quick kiss to Jakeâs lips to bid him a silent goodbye. After they break apart, Jake whispers a quiet goodbye before backing away and heading back into the building to gather up his things before heading out to his truck so he can head to the nearest store.
As Jake pulls into a parking spot, his phone buzzes with a message from Javy consisting of a list of things he needs Jake to buy in anticipation of Mateoâs arrival. As Jake enters the store, he begins to come up with a game plan to get in and out in as little time as possible so he can get back to Javy as quickly as possible. Jake went up and down each aisle, grabbing the things Javy needed, doing his best to pick things he thought a teenage boy would like. Jake picked up a couple of various plain coloured covers for the spare bed in Javyâs spare room, he grabbed some snacks he thought Mateo might like to try and make everything seem a little more homely. When Jake had finished shopping, he loaded all the bags into the backseats of his truck before getting behind the wheel and driving to Javyâs house.
Upon arriving at Javyâs house, he unloads the shopping and approaches the front door, knocking on the wooden door and waiting patiently for Javy to let him in.
âThank you for doing this,â Javy says gratefully the moment he opens the door and sees Jake on the other side, stepping aside to allow him into the house.
âItâs no problem,â Jake says with a friendly smile as he follows Javy into the living room, both men unpacking the bags and sorting things while making quiet conversation.
âHow much do I owe you?â Javy asks, reaching for the receipt he found at the bottom of one of the bags, stopping only when Jake snatches the piece of paper from the bag before Javy can reach it himself.
âYou donât owe me anything,â Jake says, beginning to fold the receipt up and holding it away from Javy as he attempts to reach out for it.
âCome on, man. You just went to the store and spent however much money on stuff for my son when you didnât have to. I owe you.â Javy says, letting out a frustrated huff when Jake continues to hold the receipt out of reach and eventually tucking it into his pocket to conceal it from Javy as he softens.
âYouâll never owe me anything. Youâve looked after y/n more times than I can count. The least I can do is help you organise everything for when Mateo arrives.â Jake says gently, a supportive smile on his face as Javy smiles back, overwhelmed with gratefulness towards his friend.
âWe should probably take all this stuff upstairs and start setting up his room. I called CPS and they told me heâd be flying out within the next couple of days, theyâre just in the process of getting flights and sorting out everything he wants to bring with him.â Javy explains as the two men begin to head upstairs with some of the newly bought items.
âWhenever he flies out, Iâm more than happy to help however you want me to. Give me a call and Iâll be there.â Jake promises as they reach the spare room, entering the room as Javy smiles appreciatively.
âThank you, Jake,â Javy says, as he approaches the bed both men beginning to strip the old bedding off and replace it with the new things Jake had bought.
âMaybe when Mateo arrives you can take him to Home Depot or something and do up this room with colours and decorations that heâd want. That might help him settle in a little better.â Jake suggests as he puts a new cover on one of the pillows, fluffing it as he goes.
âThatâs a good idea. Iâll offer it to him as an option when he arrives. Iâve taken a few days off work to make sure everythingâs ready and to help Mateo settle in.â Javy says as he unfolds the new bedspread.
âGood plan. Having one-on-one time with you will surely help him settle in.â Jake agrees, taking the other half of the bedspread and helping Javy make the bed.
âObviously I have to enrol him at a high school, y/nâs school should take him, right?â Javy asks, looking over at Jake who nods.
âTheyâll be considerate of your circumstances Iâm sure. Theyâre pretty used to accepting new students during the year. Iâll vouch for you if needed.â Jake says, confident that your high school would accept Mateo with little to no questions asked. The two men continue to finish setting up the room, making sure itâs clean and tidy in anticipation of Mateoâs upcoming arrival.
âHey, maybe we could have a get-together when Mateoâs settled? Maybe a barbeque on the beach or something so he can get to know the Daggers.â Javy proposes, receiving an enthusiastic nod from Jake.
âThat sounds good. Itâll give him a chance to get to know y/n as well before heâs tossed into school. He can at least then know one person when he starts school.â Jake says in agreement, focusing on making sure everything looks neat. When they finished preparing the room, they headed downstairs and Jake helped Javy organise the newly bought snacks, arranging them neatly in a basket to act as a warm welcome. Once everything is prepared, Javy walks Jake to the front door, thanking him with a large hug.
âI have no idea how to thank you, Jake.â Javy mumbles as the two men embrace.
âYou donât need to. Youâve been there for me more times than I can count. Itâs my turn to be there for you.â Jake says softly, pulling away from the hug and squeezing Javyâs shoulder slightly with a supportive smile before they both bid each other goodbye and Jake makes his way out to his truck to head home.
When Jake gets home, he unlocks the door and is greeted by an enthusiastic Moose who bounds around Jakeâs feet, whining for attention until Jake begins to pet him. After Moose begins to quiet down, Jake hears footsteps approaching and looks up to see Bradley entering the hall. Jake hadnât anticipated Bradley being home already but he also knew he hadnât been keeping track of time while at Javyâs.
âHey,â Jake says softly, skirting around Moose and approaching Bradley to press a soft kiss on his lips.
âHey. Howâs Coyote?â Bradley asks after pulling away from the kiss, immediately wanting to know what was up and whether Javy is okay.
âCome on, letâs sit down and Iâll tell you everything. y/nâs out isnât she?â Jake says, following Bradley into the living room with Moose on their heels, both men settling down on the couch as Moose hops up alongside them, laying his head in Jakeâs lap.
ây/n said she was going to Lilyâs house after school today, she wonât be back for a while I know sheâs excited to see her again after so long,â Bradley confirms, remembering how you had told him that your friend Lily had been someone you knew when you were younger and had moved away from due to Jakeâs job, as he focuses solely on Jake as he waits patiently for an explanation. As Jake talks, Bradley has his full attention on him, hanging on to his every word. He was shocked at the revelation that Javy had a son, but he could also understand why he had kept it a secret. After all, heâd kept his broken relationship with Maverick a secret from everyone when they all came back to Top Gun. Once Jake has finished talking, Bradley nods slightly in understanding.
âI get why Javy kept it a secret from everyone. And Iâm more than willing to help out in any way I can when Mateo moves here. Iâm sure y/n will be the same.â Bradley says, smiling supportively at Jake who nods.
âWeâre trying to figure out when will be the best time to tell y/n. Sheâs known Javy all her life and this is a big piece of information to find out days away from Mateoâs arrival.â Jake explains, guilt written all over his face as he talks.
âHey, sheâll understand. It might take a little while to come to terms with it but sheâll be there for Javy when it counts.â Bradley says reassuringly, reaching to squeeze Jakeâs hand, both men smiling softly at the comfort of the contact.
By Friday afternoon, Mateo was due to fly to San Diego, Javy, Jake, and Bradley had come to the conclusion that it would be best that you knew about Mateo before he arrived so youâd have time to process the news.
âDad, Uncle Javy is here!â You call through the house, after opening the door, smiling at Javy as Moose nudges the man, desperate for attention.
âHey, Kit-Kat.â Javy greets, reaching out to ruffle your hair as you lightly grumble, swatting at his hand as he enters the house. Javy follows you into the living room where Jake and Bradley are just walking through the living room from the kitchen to meet Javy, all of the men smiling as they greet each other.
âLetâs sit down, shall we?â Bradley says, gesturing towards the couch as you sit down on the couch, your dads sitting on either side of you while Javy opts to sit on the armchair.
âWhat did you guys need to talk about? Itâs not bad is it?â You ask worriedly, eyes flicking between each man as if you could tell what they might talk about judging by their reactions.
âItâs not bad, promise,â Jake says softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his side to comfort you.
âWell, what is it then?â You ask, looking over at Javy who sighs lightly, resting his arms on his legs and squeezing his hands together as he prepares himself to speak.
âThis might be a shock to hear but⌠I have a son.â Javy says quickly, looking up at you as your eyebrows furrowed, trying to make sense of what you just heard.
âWhat? Since when?â You ask, confused at the news.
âSince before I met your dad. We had Mateo while I was in my last year of college, and just as I was preparing to go to the Naval Academy, his mother and I got into a pretty nasty argument to the point she took Mateo and left. I tried my best to visit him on holidays or just whenever I could but letâs just say Iris wasnât very welcoming. But long story short, Iris has been caught being an inappropriate guardian for Mateo and Iâve offered to be his guardian. Heâs flying out here tomorrow.â Javy explains, studying your reaction carefully as you finally look at him.
âWhy didnât I know?â You ask quietly. Deep down you knew it was unreasonable to ask, but you had known Javy for so long that you were shocked that you had never known.
âHow long have you two known?â You ask, turning on Jake and Bradley who exchange sad glances.
âIâve known since Javy and I became friends. Bradley only found out a couple of days ago.â Jake explains softly, his heart breaking at the look on your face.
âSo you said heâs flying out tomorrow?â You ask, steeling your expression and turning back to Javy who nods.
âYeah, we were thinking on Sunday weâd have a barbeque or something on the beach as a welcome party so he could get to know everyone.â Javy then says, continuing to watch your reactions as you nod, your mood significantly dampened even as you try to hide it.
âThat sounds like a good idea.â You say, a forced smile on your face as you nod before getting to your feet and heading up to your room with a quiet goodbye. The moment youâre out of the room, Javyâs head drops, a sigh escaping his lips.
âShe hates me,â Javy says quietly, his heart hurting that he had upset you.
âShe doesnât hate you. Itâs just a big piece of news to process. I bet you any money that by Sunday sheâll have come around. She just needs a little bit of time.â Jake assures Javy softly, both he and Bradley watching Javy carefully as he nods quietly.
âI should probably head home. Mateo flies in pretty early tomorrow and I want to make sure everythingâs all ready for him. Some stuff has already been shipped over so I want to make sure things are organised.â Javy says, lifting his head and rising to his feet, Jake and Bradley mirroring his actions.
âDo you need any help with anything?â Bradley asks, watching Javy carefully as he shakes his head.
âNo. Thank you, though. Itâs just the last few things I need to sort out before tomorrow. Then weâll meet up on Sunday, okay?â Javy says before he heads over to the door, both men following behind him.
âWeâll see you on Sunday. Give us a call if you need anything.â Jake says, both he and Bradley bidding Javy goodbye with friendly hugs, watching him make his way down the driveway and walk in the direction of his house with sad smiles on their faces, only hoping that youâd processed the news and be back to normal, and that youâd get on with Mateo when he arrived.
The next day, you decided to head down to the beach, wanting to take advantage of the sunny weather so you could spend time with Lily. You had been overjoyed when she walked into your classroom, indicating that she had moved to San Diego and after a catch-up, the two of you were acting like youâd never been apart.
âSo, beach day?â Lily asks, getting in the passenger seat of your car, your Honda Fit had been fixed up after the rear ending accident and you were back to driving around like nothing had happened.
âBeach day.â You confirm with a smile, driving off from where you had parked just outside Lilyâs house to pick her up.
âItâs definitely the perfect day to tan. Ooh, and I bet there will be some hot guys there too.â Lily grins, glancing over at you as you roll your eyes.
âSeriously? Is that all you care about? Boys?â You tease, your focus never shifting from the road as you drive, the journey to the beach one you had memorised quickly and easily.
âI mean itâs the weekend. Everyone will want to be at the beach over the weekend.â Lily then says, wiggling her eyebrows as you sigh with a laugh. When you find a place to park, you and Lily get out of your car, grab your beach gear and head down to the beach.
The two of you lounge on beach towels, chatting to each other, continuing to catch each other up on what you have missed in each otherâs lives. You even dared to head into the ocean and splash around before heading to one of the nearby diners to have something to eat. After eating you and Lily head back outside to spend a couple more hours sunbathing before heading home.
When the two of you finally called it quits and decided to head home after spending a good few hours at the beach, you and Lily began to make your way back to your car, smiles on your faces as you talked.
âSo, did you have a good time?â You query as the two of you near the small parking lot.
âThe best. The beach is gorgeous, and there were loads of cute guys.â Lily gushes, clinging to your arm as you laugh.
âGlad you were impressed.â You say as you roll your eyes, already digging into your bag to grab your car keys.
âIâm easily impressed and that hasnât changed, okay?â Lily giggles as the two of you round the corner to enter the parking lot a roar of a motorbike engine entering the parking lot, stopping dead in front of your car, making your jaw drop slightly when they donât move, even when you make it obvious that you needed to get out.
âHey, Asshat! I need to get out so you need to move.â You demand firmly as the biker turns their head to look at you lifting their hands to pull off their helmet.
âIâm sorry, Darling. Did you say something?â The mystery biker says, a shit-eating grin on his face as he places his helmet in front of him, resting his arms on it and leaning forward slightly.
âI did, Asshat. Youâre parked right in front of my car and I need to get out. There are spots for motorbikes right over there.â You say firmly, glaring at the biker, studying him as he scoffs. He had dark skin, brown eyes, and short-cropped hair on the sides as the hair on top was beginning to grow out, the tight curls becoming obvious. You honestly mightâve found him attractive had he not been a massive asshole.
âItâs a free country is it not?â He then says, raising an eyebrow as he smirks at how easily you were getting riled up.
âNot when it comes to blocking me in. Just move your bike five feet to the right so I can get out. Itâs hardly a big deal.â You say, exasperated by his attitude.
âI donât know, Darling. Iâm quite happy parking my bike here. If you were a good driver you could get around me.â He says, patting his helmet lightly, his smirk widening when he sees you huff. You then see Lily step forward to try to calm things down but you hold a hand up to stop her before focusing back on the guy in front of you.
âThis is literally the quietest parking lot, find any spot thatâs not you parking directly in front of my car and blocking me in.â You say, your frustration growing as he refuses to move.
âWhatâs in it for me?â He says teasingly, making you clench your jaw in an attempt to hold yourself back from punching him in the face.
âWhatâs in it for you? I wonât punch you in the face, how about that?â You offer, raising an eyebrow as you fold your arms across your chest.
âThreatening assault? Didnât know you had that in you, Darling.â The biker grins, unfazed by your threats.
âWill you stop calling me that?â You say, your eyes narrowing as you glare at him, your anger continuing to bubble within you.
âWhat, you donât like it when I call you Darling? Iâm just trying to be nice.â He says with a light shrug, his clear mocking of you driving you more insane.
âLast chance, Asshat. Move the bike. We just want to leave, you can have the spot, or you can park where you are right now again. Frankly, I donât care, just let us out.â You say, your patience wearing incredibly thin as you continue to glare, neither you nor the biker before you were willing to back down. Before another word could be spoken, you hear someone come up behind you.
âIs everything okay, here?â You hear someone ask, and you turn to see a middle-aged woman looking between you and the boy in front of you.
âEverythingâs fine, thank you. This guy was just moving his bike out of the way so we could leave.â You say quickly before the guy has a chance to speak, grinning as you look over at him, challenging him to go against you now that there is a witness.
âIf it pleases you, Darling. Iâll move the damn bike.â The guy says, eyes narrowed as he glares, his voice almost a spiteful hiss as he starts the engine of his bike up, putting his helmet on before roaring out of the parking lot, finally giving you the peace you had been craving.
âHe wasnât bothering you girls, was he?â The woman asks worriedly as you turn to face her.
âIt was nothing we couldnât handle.â You say with a laugh, waving your hand dismissively as the woman visibly relaxes at your words.
âWell, good on you. Take care of yourselves, girls.â The woman says softly, receiving a nod in response from both you and Lily before she turns to leave as you and Lily move to get into your car to head home.
âMan, he was such an ass.â You complain the moment your car door is closed, leaning back against your chair and letting out a sigh.
âTry not to let him get to you. Youâre probably never going to see him again.â Lily offers softly, smiling as you nod, reaching to turn your key in the ignition.
âGood point. Iâm not going to think about him any more.â You say, looking over at Lily with a smile, preparing to drive off.
However, despite your words. You had forgotten all about your promise to not think of him again.
âHey, Sweetheart! How was the beach?â Jake asks with a large smile as you enter the living room, petting Moose who demands your attention.
âIt was great until some asshat with a bike blocked me in and refused to move.â You say, already beginning to launch into a tangent about the events that had happened.
âHe didnât move?â Bradley asks, entering the living room from the kitchen, and handing Jake a coffee as he sits down with a drink of his own.
âNope. I asked multiple times and he refused to move. He only moved when a woman showed up and asked if everything was okay. I think having an audience spooked him, but Iâm not going to complain.â You say with a shrug, settling down on the armchair as Moose tries to force his way up onto the chair with you, ignoring your joking groans as he settles onto your lap.
âWell, you donât have to worry about him, anymore. You wonât see him again and you have other things you can focus on.â Jake says with a supportive smile as you nod.
âLily said the same thing.â You agree with a smile.
âSheâs a smart girl,â Bradley says with a smile.
âShe always has been. I need to focus on tomorrow. Weâre meeting Javyâs son, right?â You say, looking from Bradley to your dad as they both nod.
âThatâs right. Weâre having a get-together just outside the Hard Deck to welcome Mateo.â Jake confirms as you fight the urge to frown slightly.
âI owe Javy an apology for the way I reacted yesterday. That wasnât fair on him.â You mumble, feeling embarrassed for the way you had acted.
âHey, it was a big piece of news. Javy knows you werenât being malicious in your reaction yesterday. Talk to him tomorrow and Iâm sure the two of you will be fine.â Bradley then says, both he and Jake smiling softly as you nod.
âI agree with Bradley. You can talk to Javy and Iâm sure the two of you will be back to normal in no time.â Jake agrees, getting nods from both you and Bradley.
âIâll talk to him tomorrow after Iâve met Mateo. I owe him an introduction since heâs new to town.â You say as you lean back against the armchair cushions, absentmindedly petting Moose.
âI canât wait to meet Mateo. Him moving here means so much to Javy.â Jake says, thinking of all the times Javy had forlornly told him about Mateo and how he wanted to visit desperately.
âWell, if heâs anything like Javy. Weâll get along just fine.â You muse softly, exchanging soft smiles with your dads.
But when the next day came. You found yourself eating your previous words.
You, Jake, and Bradley arrived at the beach just outside the Hard Deck, jumping out of the truck with Moose alongside you and approaching where the Daggers had gathered outside.
âDo you see Javy?â You ask as you approach the group, searching for him so you can talk to him.
âHeâs just over there, and that must be Mateo nearby,â Jake says, pointing out where Javy is before pointing at someone sitting at a nearby table with their back to you.
âIâm going to go and introduce myself.â You say with a smile, handing Mooseâs leash to Jake and beginning to make your way across to where Mateo is sitting.
âHey, you must be Mateo, Iâm y/n.â You introduce yourself with a smile as Mateo turns to face you, your smile dropping the instant you realise that the guy sitting before you was the same biker from yesterday who had refused to move after blocking you in.
âI must admit I wasnât expecting to see you around here again, Darling. I thought youâd be licking your wounds after you needed a grownup to fight your battle for you.â Mateo says snarkily, turning around to face you fully and leaning his back against the wooden table as he smirks.
âI didnât need a grownupâs help, Asshat. I was doing perfectly fine without her.â You say angrily, silently wondering how someone as lovely as Javy had a son who acted like this.
âSo youâre the daughter my dad kept raving about? Seems like his breath was wasted on your praises.â Mateo says, barely glancing over at Javy as he speaks before focusing back on you.
âYou donât know anything about me, Asshat.â You say, eyes narrowing into a lethal glare.
âI know youâre my dadâs best friendâs kid. Youâre going to the same school Iâm being forced to go to, and my dad practically kisses the ground you walk upon. Anyone would think youâre his kid with the way he talks about you.â Mateo says with a roll of his eyes, his frustration evident in his voice.
âI forget, those little bits of information ensure you know absolutely everything about me.â You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes in response as you fold your arms across your chest.
âI know more than you think, Darling. Iâm not stupid, you know.â Mateo says, making you grit your teeth.
âYou couldâve fooled me.â You say, your irritation reaching a breaking point. You then look around, locking eyes with Javy. You smile softly and take the opportunity to move away from Mateo to talk to Javy finally.
âHey, Kit-Kat,â Javy says quietly as you approach him, his smile small yet genuine.
âHey, Uncle Javy. I wanted to apologise for how I reacted the other day.â You say, fiddling with your fingers to try and calm yourself.
âYou donât need to apologise, y/n. I had kept a pretty big secret for a long time and it makes sense for you to need time to process the news.â Javy says with a gentle smile, reaching up to rest a hand on your shoulder, making your smile widen before you move to hug him an action Javy reciprocates in seconds.
âI do need to apologise. It wasnât fair of me to act like I was entitled to that information. And Iâm sorry for that.â You apologise as you hug Javy tightly.
âIf anything I should apologise. I could see the way you and Mateo were interacting just a minute ago.â Javy mumbles embarrassed at his son's attitude that he had been on the receiving end of since Mateo arrived the day before.
âI thought heâd be a bit more like you in personality.â You admit with a chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood.
âI did too. Unfortunately, it seems he has a problem with me and no matter what I try, he wonât talk to me.â Javy admits softly, disappointed that Mateo wonât even give him the time of day.
âMaybe he needs some time. Itâs been a big change for him and maybe heâs just lashing out because of it?â You offer as you pull away from the embrace slightly so you can look up at Javy.
âWeâll have to see,â Javy says softly, seemingly unconvinced by your words of support. Not knowing how to respond, you offer Javy one last hug before heading back over to Jake and Bradley.
âIt looked like you and Mateo were getting into it. Is everything okay?â Jake asks the moment you reach their side.
âTurns out Mateo is the guy who blocked me in yesterday.â You say with a shrug, crouching down to pet Moose who greets you happily, tail swishing excitedly.
âThat was Mateo?â Bradley asks, shocked as he looks across to where Mateo is sitting, unable to believe that Javyâs son would act in such a way.
âI think Javy needs someone to talk to, Dad. It seems Mateo is giving him some attitude and he might need someone to talk to about it.â You say, glancing over at Jake who nods, giving you Mooseâs leash so he can cross to Javy.
âHey, letâs hang out with the others, if Mateo doesnât want to get involved then thatâs his loss.â Bradley offers as you stand up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you to where Mickey and Bob are standing nearby, drinks in hand as they converse.
âHey, Hangman Junior!â Mickey greets you happily with a hug which you reciprocate quickly before moving to hug Bob.
âHey, Mickey. Hey Bob. Have you guys met Mateo yet?â You greet the two men, looking between them as they nod slowly.
âHeâs a bit⌠different to what I was expecting,â Mickey says awkwardly, eyes flicking across to where Mateo was sitting before looking back at you.
âPhoenix and I tried to introduce ourselves to him but we got the cold shoulder. It seemed like you managed to have a conversation with him though.â Bob says before taking a sip from his water, watching you carefully.
âOh, that? No, it turns out Mateo was the ass who blocked me in at the beach yesterday and he decided to keep picking a fight with me. I donât think weâre going to get on at all. Heâs nothing like Javy.â You explain, shaking your head as you tell the story, making sure the men know that youâre not going to get along with him like you had previously thought.
âWe can agree with you there. He is nothing like Coyote.â Mickey agrees as both he and Bob nod, everyone glancing over at Mateo and watching him curiously for a moment before turning back to each other to continue your conversations.
By the end of the get-together, Mateo had ended up disappearing much to everyoneâs shock. The only person who wasnât panicked at the revelation was Javy, who had dealt with him disappearing the day before and just defeatedly told everyone to head home, apologising for the way Mateo had been acting and for wasting everyoneâs day. You had given Javy a big hug after hearing him say that, feeling bad that his own son wasnât putting in the same effort he was to forge a relationship.
âHey, would you like to come to ours for dinner? We could order some takeout or something?â Jake offers his friend softly, fighting back a frown as Javy shakes his head.
âNah, itâs best I stay at home in case Mateo comes back. He may not want much to do with me but I donât want him locked outside without any keys.â Javy says, his smile sad as he attempts to wave you and your dads off.
âIf you need anything, donât hesitate to call us.â Bradley then says, reaching out to pat Javyâs shoulder lightly.
âThank you,â Javy says softly before allowing you and your dads to make your way over to Jakeâs truck so you can head home for the day. As your dadâs truck pulled away from the Hard Deck, all you could think about was how much Mateo was going to be a pain in your ass when he started at your school.
It turned out that your prediction had been correct, Mateo had joined your high school halfway through the week after the beach get-together and much to your dismay he had been put in most of your classes. You and Lily had tried your best to avoid him, and you constantly found yourself biting your tongue when he decided to bother you both during and in between classes.
âHey, Darling. I thought I could feel a chill in the air.â Mateo teases from where he is leaning against a locker, a smirk on his lips as you glare at him.
âDo you ever get tired of the sound of your own voice, Asshat?â You say, not even stopping as you walk down the corridor, causing Mateo to push himself away from the locker and trail along behind you.
âI could ask you the same question. Youâre the damn teacher's pet, not me.â Mateo says with a shrug as he continues to follow you.
âMaybe itâs a good thing you donât participate in class. Iâd hate to have to prove you wrong in front of everyone.â You say, raising an eyebrow as you briefly glance his way, smirking to yourself.
âIf that helps you sleep at night, Darling. You can think whatever you want.â Mateo says.
âHow many times have I told you to stop calling me that?â You say lowly, stopping short in your tracks so you can turn to face Mateo who mimics your actions.
âI thought you liked it,â Mateo says, a fake pout on his face to irritate you further before breaking out into a smile when he achieves his goal.
âWe donât even have the same class now, can you just leave me alone?â You say, your irritation quickly reaching its peak as you begin to walk away.
âYouâre no fun,â Mateo says before walking off, not noticing how you roll your eyes at his words.
âWhy does he constantly bother me?â You complain to Lily as she joins you from her class.
âItâs because you argue back. Youâre giving him what he wants.â Lily says with a shrug, ignoring how you huff in annoyance.
âIf he stopped bothering me I wouldnât need to fight back. He could make life easier for the both of us if he just shut up.â You say, turning to head into your next class with Lily following behind you, hoping that Mateo will stop bothering you.
When lunchtime arrived, you entered the cafeteria with Lily, chatting with her as you discussed your plans for next weekend. After you had grabbed a tray, you surveyed the busy cafeteria, you noticed Mateo sitting by himself and felt your heart sink slightly. Despite your frustration and lack of friendship with Mateo, you found yourself sympathetic to the fact that he had clearly been spending his time alone without anyone to talk to. Walking away from Lily, you make your way across the cafeteria towards the table Mateo is sitting at, placing your tray down and easing down into your chair.
âWhat are you doing here?â Mateo asks as soon as he looks up and realises it was you sitting opposite him.
âI saw you were sat alone and I thought Iâd-â
âYou thought youâd play the sympathetic hero and sit with the new kid, huh? Well, I havenât got time to deal with you trying to make yourself feel better.â Mateo snaps accusingly, glaring at you with a ferocity you hadnât seen from him since you had spoken at the beach.
âI wasnât doing that-â
âI know exactly what youâre doing. You donât give a shit about me. You just want to make yourself look good in front of everyone else. Just leave me the fuck alone.â Mateo growls angrily, making you grow angry, grabbing your tray and raising from your seat.
âFine, have it your way. Youâre never going to make friends with that shitty attitude of yours.â You say angrily, unable to believe the attitude you were getting for a kind gesture.
âI donât need friends. Iâm fine on my own.â Mateo says as you begin to walk away, not able to see how you roll your eyes, finding Lily sitting with some other girls in your grade and joining them instead.
âDid you really just try and sit with Mateo?â Lily asks as you settle in the seat opposite her, beginning to dig into your food.
âI thought Iâd try and be nice. I know if I were sitting alone Iâd want someone to take the step to sit with me. Turns out he didnât want anything to do with me.â You say in between mouthfuls, glancing around at the girls around you who watch you sympathetically.
âI heard Zack tried to sit with him on his first day and he got cursed out pretty quickly. Itâs clear heâs a loner and doesnât like people.â Marcy says, recalling what a boy had told her before and frowning. Unable to voice the thoughts you had regarding Mateoâs outbursts, you found yourself nodding along to Marcyâs theory, glancing over your shoulder to where Mateo was sitting, watching as he ate his meal alone.
Over the next few days, Mateo started to be less annoying towards you and more standoffish. He didnât bother you in classes or in the corridor. Heâd barely spare you a glance if you and your dads were over at his house to check in on him and Javy. You had longed for the day when Mateo stopped bothering you but now that he had stopped, you found yourself missing his presence, no matter how much you complained about it. You also longed to learn what his problem with you was, you admitted that you hadnât gotten off on the right foot with him but you had made an effort at school and he had brushed you off. Javy had told you to not worry about it, since he had been treating everyone around him like that no matter how hard he tried to forge a relationship with his son.
One day after school, you had been promised by your dad that heâd pick you up after school since your car had gone in for a service so you found yourself waiting outside your high school, alone as more and more people began to disappear home. It wasnât until nearly everyone had left that you realised that Mateo was still around.
âI thought you wouldâve hopped on your little bike and ridden off home by now.â You say, barely sparing Mateo a glance as you notice him sidling up alongside you.
âI could say the same for you. You havenât driven home to daddy, yet?â Mateo says teasingly, his snark matching yours with practised ease.
âMy carâs being serviced, whatâs your excuse, Asshat? Or have you decided to start bugging me again?â You retort, glaring over at him briefly before focusing back on the road ahead of you, hoping that by some miracle your dadâs truck will pull up in front of you.
âThat dad of mine confiscated my bike keys. Damn asshole said I apparently canât be trusted so he told me I have to wait to be picked up like Iâm a kid.â Mateo complains, making you grit your teeth at his words, enraged that he could speak in such a way about Javy.
âHe has every right to treat you that way because quite frankly you are acting like a child and itâs ridiculous.â You say firmly, checking the time on your phone one more time and sighing at the time. Coming to the assumption that your dad had forgotten to pick you up, you made the executive decision to begin to walk home with Mateo beginning to trail after you.
âWhy are you following me?â You complain, quickly noticing that Mateo is following you along the path.
âIâm walking home Iâm not following you. Itâs just unfortunate that we live so close together so Iâm stuck walking with you.â Mateo says, an almost offended tone to his voice at your accusation.
âWell, if you could keep your mouth shut that would be great and maybe I wonât kill you on the way home.â You say, your grip tightening on your bag as you continue to walk, hoping that Mateo will get the hint.
âAgain with the threats but no follow through. Youâre all bark and no bite arenât you, Darling?â Mateo says with a whistle, raising an eyebrow as you scoff.
âI can fight back if I need to. I just wonât stoop to that if I can help it.â You say, your eyes focused on where you are going so you wouldnât give Mateo the satisfaction of looking at him as you begin to head through the park, grateful that if you continue to argue, people wonât be around to witness it.
âYouâre just trying to sound tough. We all know youâd hide behind your daddy at any confrontation.â Mateo says, enjoying how quickly he is getting under your skin as you stop in your tracks, turning to face him.
âWhat exactly is your problem with me? Iâve tried to be nice and you keep pushing me away and acting like an asshole.â You ask, genuinely wanting an answer from him but not attempting to mask your anger in any way.
âItâs none of your business.â Mateo retorts, snapping quickly as you only grow angrier.
âIt is my business. You have some sort of problem with me, and even more so, you have a problem with Javy who doesnât deserve that treatment from you.â You say angrily, your voice raising.
âOf course, youâd defend him. You know, he was never around when I was younger. I was that kid who grew up with no dad and pretty much never had a mom either. You have no idea what it was like to go through that.â Mateo says angrily, taking a step closer to you as he talks.
âYouâre not even giving him a chance. Heâs really trying to make a bond with you. At least meet him halfway. You can hate me all you like but donât hate Javy.â You say, fighting the urge to plead with the stubborn teen who stood before you.
âI never said I hated either of you,â Mateo said exasperated, running a hand through his short curls in his frustration.
âYouâve made it pretty clear that you hate everyone around you.â You say, not believing Mateoâs recently spoken words for a second.
âNow youâre just putting words into my mouth. I never said that.â Mateo says, rolling his eyes.
âThen why are you acting like you do? Iâve heard Javy telling my dad about how you treat him and itâs ruining him. You truly cannot see a good thing even if itâs standing right in front of you.â You say bitterly.
âFuck it,â Mateo whispers before launching towards you, capturing your lips with his, taking you by surprise. Once the shock had worn off, you found yourself kissing him back, your hands reaching up to pull him closer as Mateo pushed you back until your back met a tree. You continued to kiss until the need for air got too much and you forced yourself to pull away, both you and Mateo panting slightly as you gazed into each otherâs eyes, neither one of you knowing what to say.
âWhat was that?â You ask quietly, unable to remove your gaze from Mateoâs eyes.
âProof I never hated you,â Mateo responds, swallowing thickly as he awaits your reaction. You remain standing in place, unable to form any coherent thoughts as you stare at the boy standing before you.
âI donât know what to sayâŚâ You force out, your brain scrambling to make sense of the thousands of thoughts swimming around in your head.
âYou hated it.â Mateo mumbles, beginning to pull away from you but you act quicker, cupping his face and pulling his lips back to yours. Much like you previously, Mateo was soon kissing you back once the shock wore off, forcing you back against the tree once more. This time when you pull apart, you manage to muster a smile.
âI canât believe we just did that. Twice.â You admit with a laugh, getting the courage to briefly brush your thumb over the apple of Mateoâs cheek before dropping your hands.
âSo you didnât hate it?â Mateo asks, a small attempt at a smile gracing his lips.
âDo you need me to kiss you again to get the answer through your head?â You ask with a light laugh.
âMaybe.â Mateo muses, placing his hands on your middle to pull you into a third kiss, this time you are both prepared and able to enjoy the moment.
âDid that give you your answer?â You tease with a smile as you pull away enough to speak, your lips barely brushing up against his.
âIt sure does, Darling,â Mateo says, his smile growing. Seeing his natural smile, one that wasnât forced or teasing, made you realise just how pretty Mateo was. He looked so much more himself when he smiled and you wanted to see that smile from him even more.
âSo, you never really hated me?â You ask, your eyes searching Mateoâs for an answer, in response, Mateo takes your hand softly and leads you to a nearby bench, both of you easing yourself down onto it.
âI never hated you. I mean sure, I thought you were annoying the first time you met, but I also loved how you werenât afraid to back down against me. Finding out you were the one my dad talked about hurt, I wonât lie. He spoke about you like you were the greatest gift to mankind.â Mateo finds himself uncharacteristically willing to open up to you.
âIâm so sorry. I didnât exactly make you feel welcome. I was just so angry that you spoke in such a way about Javy.â You apologise, watching Mateo as he shakes his head.
âI was so jealous of you. You knew my dad better than I do. You got your whole life with him around and I didnât get to see him at all.â Mateo continues, having to look away from you to conceal the threatening building tears.
âItâs not too late to get to know him.â You offer, your voice soft as you reach out to take Mateoâs hand in your own, causing him to turn and look at you.
âI knew if I let myself fall for you Iâd have a problem.â Mateo manages to say, a teary laugh escaping him.
âA problem? Thatâs a bold thing to say after three kisses. What problem?â You ask with a light roll of your eyes.
âYouâre too soft for your own good, Darling. I knew if I fell for you Iâd get soft too. Iâve worked so hard to protect myself my whole life that I never thought Iâd fall for someone. Trust you to swoop in and mess up my plans.â Mateo admits, blinking furiously to try and rid himself of his tears.
âThereâs nothing wrong with letting people in. It took my dad a long time to learn that one and now heâs happier than ever.â You say softly, squeezing Mateoâs hand as you talk to offer him support.
âItâs just⌠scary. Iâve relied on myself for so long.â Mateo admits, the embarrassment covering his features as he reveals something heâd kept hidden for his whole life.
âWell, letâs take it slow, shall we? Thereâs no rush.â You offer quietly, doing your best to sound confident for Mateoâs sake. Slightly comforted by your words, Mateo carefully moves his hand so that he was now holding yours.
You and Mateo then decide to sit together on the bench for a little while, both still trying to wrap your heads around the sudden large advancement you had made in your dynamic. Neither of you felt the need to talk, you opted to spend your time getting used to each others presence more. After spending twenty minutes together in the park, you both decide to continue to make your way home, knowing that if you stay out too long youâll be on the receiving end of multiple worried texts from your dad.
As you approach your house, you find yourself slowing down to try and spend even more time with Mateo, something he picks up on almost instantly.
âYou okay?â Mateo asks with a concern you hadnât heard from him before.
âIâm fine. I just want to do this before we get to my house. Canât risk my dadâs seeing this.â You say quickly, turning to face Mateo and before he can even question you, you pull him into another quick kiss, both of you smiling softly as you pull away.
âKeeping this a secret, huh Darling?â Mateo teases, raising an eyebrow as you nod.
âIf thatâs okay with you. Just for now.â You say, studying Mateoâs reaction carefully, relaxing slightly when he nods in understanding.
âThatâs fine. I donât really think Iâm on good enough terms with my dad to open up to him about anything like this just yet.â Mateo says, his voice soft as he watches you softly.
âMaybe you could try talking to Javy? Not about this of course but about everything else. Maybe you two will be able to have a fresh start and create a bond?â You suggest, watching as Mateo nods, albeit hesitantly.
âIâll try, but Iâm not making any promises,â Mateo says as you offer him a small nod and smile before you whisper a quiet goodbye to Mateo which he returns before you go your separate ways.
You make your way into your house, noticing how your dadâs truck is still absent from the driveway and rolling your eyes. While you were glad you and Mateo were able to make something good out of being left behind, you couldnât deny that it didnât annoy you that your dad had forgotten to pick you up from school, especially after he promised heâd do so. When you enter the house, youâre greeted by Moose who excitedly whines in greeting as you reach down to pet him.
âHey y/n/n. Whereâs Jake?â Bradley makes his way into the hall to greet you with a hug, quickly noticing his husbandâs absence.
âYou tell me. He never showed up so I had to walk home.â You grumble, your mood now significantly soured as you remember that your dad had forgotten you entirely.
âHe what?â Bradley asks, eyes widening in shock at the mere thought of Jake forgetting to pick you up from school.
âYeah, his promise meant absolutely nothing to him, didnât it?â You say, beginning to beeline for the stairs with Moose following along behind you as Bradley watches you sadly.
By the time Jake had come home, you and Bradley had sat down for dinner and the smile that Bradley had managed to bring onto your face vanished the second you noticed your dadâs presence.
âHey guys, whatâs on the menu?â Jake asks with a large smile, completely ignorant of your lack of acknowledgement as he enters the kitchen.
âI put a plate for you in the oven to keep warm,â Bradley says, glancing over his shoulder to watch Jake who nods, thanking Bradley as he opens the oven and removes the dish.
âHave you had a good day at school, y/n/n?â Jake then says after placing his plate on the table, and ruffling your hair, missing the way you scowled at him as you fixed your hair while he settled in his seat.
âIt was fine.â You mumble, stabbing at your food without removing your gaze from your plate.
âAre you sure? You sound a little annoyed. Was it Mateo again?â Jake asks, watching you carefully.
âJake.â Bradley attempts to interject before you speak up.
âNo, it wasnât Mateo.â You say quickly, finding yourself leaping to Mateoâs defence, much to Jakeâs surprise.
âThen whatâs bothering you? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?â Jake offers, his voice soft as he watches you.
âCan I say you? Youâre bothering me right now.â You say firmly, finally lifting your gaze from your plate to glare at your dad whose eyes widen slightly at your snappy tone.
ây/n.â Bradley then says, sensing the rising tension and trying to calm everything before an argument kicks off.
âWhat do you mean by this? Where has this attitude come from?â Jake asks, his voice raising as he grows angry at your attitude.
âIt doesnât matter.â You say dismissively, returning your focus to your plate, fighting the urge to stab your food more aggressively than you had been previously.
âIt does matter when youâre giving me an attitude. Iâve had a long day at work and the last thing I need is my kid giving me an unwarranted attitude.â Jake says, putting his cutlery down as he addresses you. His eyes narrow as he glares at you, ignoring how Moose whimpered and lay down from his position near the table.
âI donât think the attitude is unwarranted. You promised me that youâd pick me up from school today. You know the walk is long and my car is in for a service. You let me down and you come waltzing in acting like nothing is wrong.â You say bitterly, now rapidly losing your appetite and so putting your cutlery down and pushing your chair back, getting to your feet and leaving the table so you could head to your room with Moose rushing after you. After hearing your footsteps grow quieter, Bradley turns to look at Jake who is now sitting with a shocked expression.
âYou couldnât just leave it could you?â Bradley says, a disappointed tone to his voice as he talks, lifting his fork to his mouth to take a bite.
âShe couldâve texted me. I wouldâve dropped everything to pick her up.â Jake says, annoyed that youâd snapped at him over something you couldâve resolved in a simple text.
âShe shouldnât have had to, Jake. You had promised her that you were going to be there. You were the one worrying about the walk home in the first place. But you decided that going to the beach was more important, huh?â Bradley mutters, his irritation obvious, revealing that he had checked Jakeâs location as he gets up from his seat, picking up both his plate and yours before putting the plates in the dishwasher.
âThatâs not fair, Bradley. Javy needed someone to talk to and I stepped up.â Jake says, watching as his husband shakes his head softly.
âBut you couldnât offer your daughter the decency to tell her that you wouldnât be coming? Jake, if you couldnât pick her up Iâm sure she wouldâve been fine with it if you had just told her. She couldâve gotten a ride with a friend or taken the bus if you had given her a heads-up.â Bradley says, understanding why Jake had been unable to pick you up but disappointed that he couldnât even tell you that he wasnât coming.
âBradley...â Jake says, now unable to formulate a response.
âWhatever apology you want to say. Iâm not the person you should be saying it to.â Bradley says with a shake of his head as he makes his way out to the living room, leaving Jake alone to think over his words.
While Jake mulls over the words spoken to him, youâre curled up in your bed with Moose by your side, snuggling close to you as you stroke him softly, appreciating the dogâs comfort. As you mindlessly watch a random show on your laptop, you find your eyes being drawn towards your phone. You longed to text Mateo, to ask him if he wanted to meet up with you so you could get out of the house just ot get your mind off everything. But you didnât have his number and you doubted that any of your friends would have his number. With no way to contact Mateo, you debate sneaking out to see him, thinking about whether it would be worth being questioned by Javy if you showed up at his door. Eventually, as you conclude that it wouldnât be worth sneaking out, knowing that Javy wouldâve more than likely informed your dad about you showing up at his house, the door to your room opens and you look up to see Bradley sticking his head in.
âHey, Kid. Are you okay?â Bradley asks quietly, his smile gentle as ever as he watches you.
âIâm fine.â You mumble, returning your attention to the laptop in front of you as Moose whines softly, sensing your mood.
âI know you donât have to talk to me if you donât want to but, I am here if you need someone to talk to.â Bradley offers, not daring to cross the threshold into your room without permission.
âIâm not really in the mood to talk to anyone, but thank you, Bradley.â You say, lifting your head to look at Bradley with a small smile, making sure you let Bradley know that you were appreciative of his efforts.
âWell, you know where to find me if you need me,â Bradley says with a nod and a smile before leaving and closing the door behind him, allowing you to settle back into the pillow. Secretly, you did long to speak to someone, itâs just that Bradley wasnât that someone right now.
By the time it grew dark and everyone was beginning to go to bed. Jake hadnât made an effort to come to talk to you and in your stubbornness, you refused to be the one to give in so you remained in your room, listening with bated breath as Jake passed your room, hesitating for a brief second before continuing down the corridor to his bedroom. As you hear your dad walk away, you let out a small sigh of relief before curling up under your covers, closing your eyes and willing tomorrow to come faster.
The next morning, you managed to get up and out of the house without crossing paths with Jake, leaving you to walk once again to school since you werenât scheduled to get your car back until the afternoon but after talking with Bradley, he had promised to swing by the garage to pick up your car, you had the confidence that heâd stick to his word and pick up your car before picking you up from school. By the time you arrived at school, you were searching for Mateo the moment you joined the crowds swarming the halls.
âHey, Darling,â Mateo says as he sidles up alongside you, keeping his smile as suppressed as possible to avoid attracting attention.
âItâs good to see you.â You say softly, fighting the urge to reach out and pull him into a kiss.
âGetting soft on me already? Didnât think it was possible.â Mateo teases, winking subtly as the two of you continue to make your way down the hall.
âBring your ego back down to Earth Iâm not getting soft.â You say with a roll of your eyes, shaking your head with a laugh as Mateo smirks.
âYou say that now but I give you a few days before you soften up,â Mateo says, nudging you with a smirk.
âNah, itâll be you going soft first.â You insist, laughing softly as you walk side-by-side. As you reach your homeroom, you take your seat next to Lily while Mateo takes his seat at the back of the class.
âWere you talking with Mateo?â Lily asks, shocked as you settle into your seat.
âHe was just asking some questions about something.â You say with a shrug, trying to deflect her question as she watches you suspiciously.
âAnd you gave him the time of day? You never do that.â Lily asks, confused as you lean back in your chair.
âIâm making an effort to be nice. Heâs Javyâs son and I canât exactly get rid of him since my dad is literally his best friend.â You say, hoping your explanation is enough to get her to back off. Thankfully, she hesitantly nods and focuses back on the schoolwork she was hurriedly trying to finish before classes started.
As the day progresses, you and Mateo continue to interact as subtly as possible, exchanging small smiles across rooms, and when walking in the corridors, Mateoâs hand brushes up against yours, neither one of you making the jump to hold each otherâs hand, desperate to maintain the secrecy of your relationship. You were aware of the side-eyed stares you were both getting from other people in the halls, but you didnât let them bother you. At the back of your mind, you were still dwelling on the argument you had with your dad the evening before, still wondering how you had been forgotten about so easily, and it was obvious that Mateo had picked up on your mood and decided to question you about it over lunch.
âSo, whatâs got you all gloomy. Youâve been trying to smile all day and itâs not convincing anyone.â Mateo asks, fork in hand as he watches your reaction.
âIâm fine. I donât know what youâre talking about.â You attempt to brush off his attempts to question you as you take a sip from your drink.
âYou can lie to yourself but not to me, Darling. You think I donât know what your real smile looks like? Iâm an asshole, not stupid. So whatâs up?â Mateo answers as if he was answering the easiest question in the world.
âJust a stupid argument I had with Dad last night.â You mumble, poking at your food with your fork, fighting the frown that threatened to tug on your lips.
âDadâs are dicks, whatâs new?â Mateo says, his lips turning up in a small smirk as you glare up at him.
âNot the time, Asshat.â You grumble as Mateo nods slightly, his eyes flicking down to his tray.
âJust trying to make a joke.â He mumbles.
âDad and I donât argue often. He forgot to pick me up yesterday and he couldnât even send me a text to tell me why. He came waltzing in acting like nothing was wrong. Itâs just not like him at all.â You say, your focus entirely on your plate as you talk, missing how Mateo rolled his eyes slightly at your words.
âMy dad forgot me too. Shit happens, you know?â Mateo says as you glare up at him once more.
âSeriously? You asked what was bothering me and the moment I tell you, you make jokes?â You ask incredulously, shocked by his nonchalance.
âLook. I donât have a relationship with my dad. You do. If you want to fix it, maybe you should take a page out of your own book and talk to him. You told me to try to talk things out with my old man. If you ask me, you just need to take your own advice.â Mateo replies, watching you as you pause briefly in your movement, looking back up at him with furrowed eyebrows. As you looked at him, Mateo shrugged lightly before continuing to eat his food and his words began to sink in slightly as you watched him.
âMateo, Iâm sorry.â You apologise, nearly missing how quickly Mateo looked at you, a look of slight shock on his face before he forced himself to smile.
âDonât apologise,â Mateo says with a shake of his head as he focuses back on his food, continuing to eat as you continue to think over his words.
By the time the end of the day had come, you had carefully planned out an apology after thinking about how Mateo talked some sense into you. As you made your way out of the school with Lily by your side after bidding a secret goodbye to Mateo where you both finally exchanged numbers, you saw your car parked outside and assuming Bradley was the one driving it, you walked over with as smile that only faltered slightly when you opened the passenger side door and saw your dad inside instead.
âHi, Dad.â You mumble quietly as you get into the passenger seat, shoving your backpack into the footwell in front of you.
âHi, y/n/n,â Jake replies with a small smile, waiting for you to plug in your seatbelt before beginning the drive home.
âI thought Bradley was picking me up after grabbing the car.â You ask, trying to hide any potential attitude in your voice.
âI thought I should do it. I let you down yesterday and I should do something to make up for it.â Jake responds, his eyes fixed firmly on the road as he drives.
âI didnât mean to get mad last night.â You begin, glancing over at your dad as you talk.
âSweetheart, you donât need to apologise. I had promised Iâd pick you up and I let you down. If anyone should be apologising here it should be me.â Jake says, looking over at you as he stops in front of a red light.
âI didnât even stick around to hear if you had a reason for why you hadnât picked me up.â You say, feeling bad about your treatment towards your dad.
âItâs okay, y/n. I owed you a text at the very least. Javy asked me if we could talk after work and I completely forgot about everything else, I just wanted to make sure Javy was okay.â Jake explains, feeling awful that he had so quickly dropped everything to help his best friend while forgetting about his daughter in the process.
âIs Javy okay?â You ask worriedly, your attention now shifted at the mention of Javy.
âHeâs okay. I think Mateo has been giving him a bit of a hard time and he just wanted some support.â Jake explains and you find yourself focusing on the surroundings zipping by you instead of looking at your dad. You had suggested to Mateo that he attempt to form some kind of bond with Javy and you could only hope that you were able to get through to him.
âSorry. I didnât realise Javy was struggling. I didnât mean to snap at you.â You apologise once more, barely able to look over at your dad as he shakes his head.
âSweetheart, itâs fine. Itâs on me for letting you down. I think your anger was warranted.â Jake says with a small smile, briefly glancing over at you as you nod slightly.
âIâm still sorry. I hope Javy is doing okay.â You say softly as Jake turns the car down the road your house is on.
âI spoke to him at work today, he seemed happier. He told me Mateo made the effort to talk to him last night over dinner.â Jake says as you smile lightly, relieved to hear that Mateo has listened to what you said and tried talking to his dad. After Jake had parked on the driveway, you both get out of the car and before Jake could begin to head towards the front door, you round the car quickly and trap your dad in a hug, holding him tightly.
âI love you, Dad.â You say as Jake wraps his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head.
âI love you too, y/n. Are we good now?â Jake replies softly, pulling away slightly so he can look down at you.
âWeâre good now.â You confirm with a smile, hugging your dad one last time before you pull away and head into the house where Bradley is standing in the hall with a smile and folded arms.
âHave you two finally made up now?â Bradley asks, quirking an eyebrow as the two of you nod lightly, smiles gracing all of your faces.
âWe have,â Jake says, crossing to Bradley to press a soft kiss to his lips while you take your shoes off and excuse yourself to your room, claiming to want to do homework but all you wanted to do was text Mateo, leaving your dadâs downstairs.
Over time, your relationship with Mateo began to develop. You found it difficult, constantly having to sneak around when you were at school or around your parents. You had decided to make it known that you and Mateo were now on friendlier terms, but you had to keep your PDA on the down low and you often found yourselves having to go around to each otherâs houses if you knew you had an empty house.
However, thinking you were alone ended up being the reason you both got caught.
âHey, Darling.â Mateo greeted you at the door before you even got the chance to knock on the front door.
âHey, Asshat.â You say teasingly barely stepping through the door before Mateoâs lips connect with yours, his hands reaching for your waist to pull you closer, slamming the door behind you the moment you cross the threshold.
You decided to forgo heading upstairs so you went into the living room, your lips barely pulling apart as the two of you strumbled through the house before you ended up on the couch. The two of you continued to make out, only pulling apart for brief seconds for air before reconnecting your lips, your arms wound around Mateoâs neck, attempting to pull him closer while Mateoâs hands tangled in your hair. The two of you were oblivious to the world around you, in your head it was just you and Mateo and nothing else mattered. What you didnât acknowledge, was the sound of the keys in the door and the sound of the door opening.
âWhat the hell is going on here?â You both leap apart at the sound of Javyâs shocked voice, your eyes wide as you look over at him.
âI⌠weâŚâ you start, glancing from Mateo to Javy and then back again.
âI mean is it not obvious? You do have eyes.â Mateo answers as if he were answering a simple question, leaning back against the couch, one arm lying along the back behind you as if he were waiting for an opportunity to hold you.
âI could do without the attitude, Mateo.â Javy exhales, his hand coming up to rub at his brow, already beginning to feel a headache forming.
âIâm not wrong, am I?â Mateo says with a shrug.
âHow long has this been going on?â Javy asks, eyes flicking between the two of you.
âA couple of weeks?â You reply, your answer coming more as a question as you sheepishly watch Javy who sighs.
âYou know what? Iâm not going to question you any more. I just wanted to come home and grab something. Iâll leave you alone. Just⌠be safe if youâre going to do anything.â Javy says pointing at the two of you as you feel your face heat up while Mateo rolls his eyes and Javy grabs what he had forgotten and makes his way towards the front door to make his exit.
As Javy exits the house and makes his way towards his car, he pulls his phone out of his pocket, typing a message to Jake.
âDid you know our kids were dating?â
At the sound of his phone buzzing, Jake grabs his phone off the table, glancing up at Bradley apologetically before looking down at his phone, his eyebrows furrowing before he flipped his phone around to show Bradley.
âWhat the hell?â
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congratulations...? [pt.2]
read part one here! hope you enjoy!!
atsumu miya x male reader
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it always ends with him apologizing somehow. you always know.
FEM ALIGNED DNI
when (name) walked back to meet with karasuno again, everyone had noticed the change in his demeanor. he had left the team with a grin on his face, only to walk back completely silent. nobody said anything at first, leaving him alone for a bit, at least until they got on the bus to head back to the hotel.
maybe atsumu was just being childish like usual! he's always been kind of stupid and competitive like that, with how he always butted heads with osamu. but he was usually different with (name). usually he'd listen to (name's) advice after getting into a fight with osamu, as he let himself get patched up. usually he'd ease up when he noticed that (name) was around, scared that he might say something he wouldn't mean.
"(name)! the bus is here now! come on!" nishinoya snaps him out of his thoughts, and he blinks.
"oh. yeah, yeah, sorry." (name) nods, shoving his hands in his pockets.
as the team slowly files onto the bus, (name) tries to pick a seat by himself. as much as he loves the team, some of them were a bit too loud for his liking. he just wanted to go to sleep.
just as he puts his headphones into his ears, noya plops himself down into the seat next to (name). he fights back a grimace, and shoves his headphones back into his pocket.
". . . what d'ya want, noya?" (name) asks, side-eyeing the libero.
noya frowns at that. "dude, what's up with you? i get you're tired, but we won! did something happen with atsumu?"
when (name) freezes up at that, he connects the dots surprisingly quick.
"ooohhhh, you're having issues with your man!" he says, a little louder than (name) would have liked. he slaps a hand onto noya's mouth, glaring at him.
"dude! ya don't gotta announce it for the whole freakin' world t'hear! shut it!" (name) snaps. noya just shoves his hand off of his face, frowning.
noya points an accusatory finger at (name). "but you are, aren't you? what happened? was he being a dick?"
(name) lets out a huff, leaning back in his seat slightly. ". . . kinda. he was bein' pissy about us winnin'! can ya fuckin' believe it? i get he lost 'n all, but seriously! a 'congrats', or a 'i'm so proud'o ya, babe' would'a been fine! but hes actin' like a toddler! for nothin'! fuckin' nerve of that cuntâ"
"oh. woah. he sucks, dude!" noya remarks, leaning over your shoulder to be impossibly closer. (name) shifts over closer to the corner of the seat, not really appreciating his personal space being invaded.
"he's not that bad, honestly. . . he's just a lil' shit sometimes. ya know?" he just shrugs at that. that wasn't helpful to (name) at all.
"i'm not good at relationship advice. . . hold on." noya turns to the aisle, and, to (name's) horror, shouts, "ENNOSHITA!!"
said second year turns around rigidly in his seat, and is met with noya's far too eager expression and (name's) disturbed one.
"(name) needs help! come here!"
"shut up, noya, jesusâ! it's fine, ennoshita, seriouslyâ"
by this point, ennoshita had already shifted down to sit in the next seat over from the duo, switching seats with tanaka. "what's up, (name)?" but before he can actually speak, noya butts in again.
"he's having boy problems!" "shut it, noya!" (name) huffs, shoving his head down to actually see ennoshita.
"seriously? well, you should just talk to him, no? communication is always healthy."
". . . nahh, i'll wait for him t'apologise." (name) shrugs, removing his hand from noya's head. "how are you sure he's gonna?" hinata chimes in, leaning over the back of his seat.
"oi, hinata! don't butt into (name's) business!" kageyama huffs, yanking the ginger down by his shirt.
"if he doesn't, 'samu'll make him do it. i give 'em two days, tops." the whole group collectively sweatdrops at that.
when the bus finally pulls up to the hotel, (name's) body feels significantly heavier than it did five seconds ago. he wants nothing more than to shower, eat, and sleep. with a stretch, he stands up as the rest of the team files out. in his pocket, his phone buzzes, and his face grows warm when he sees who it's from, opening the messages a bit too eagerly.
atsumu
give me ten mins babe    19:22bus is running late
pls. its important i promise 19:23
(name) felt oddly nervous at that, the little voice at the back of his head spouting nonsensical fears. what if he was breaking up with him? over a volleyball match? âtsumuâs not THAT much of an idiot, right?
when he notices a few of his teammates still standing outside, seemingly waiting for him, he waves them off with a small smile. "could ya guys tell coach i'll be a minute, please? i gotta take care'a somethin'."
once they all head inside, (name) pulls his phone out again to respond to atsumu's text.
(name)
ok. im waiting out front
you have ten minutes maxor im leaving 19:27
he turns his phone off and shoves it into his pocket, rocking back and forth on his heels. after a while of pacing in front of the hotel doors, the thought to leave briefly passes through his mind. as soon as he turns towards the doors again, a figure turns the corner of the block. it's atsumu. heâs panting as heâs hunched over, trying to catch his breath. he clearly ran to get there.
âwhatâd ya wanna talk about, exactly?â (name) asks, crossing his arms. atsumu looks up at him through hooded eyes, his face morphing into a frown.
âi wanted tâapologize to ya. obviously. i was actinâ like a child earlier.â
(name) huffs at that. âi couldâa told ya that much.â the blond lets out a âtchâ.
ââm not finished, jeez! i was actinâ real stupid, and yer right to be pissed at me,â atsumu grumbles. he shoves his hands into his pockets, and it looks like he wants to say something else.
âquit it with that face, ya look constipated.â atsumu lets out an indignant scoff at that before (name) continues. âwhat else did you wanna say, âtsumu?â
â. . .congratulations. ya did amazinâ.â he breathes out. itâs the first smile heâs cracked in hours. (name) deems it acceptable. he walks over, rubbing atsumuâs shoulder. âthank you, baby. now, i swear to fucking god,â he starts, squeezing his boyfriendâs shoulder a little tighterâ atsumu yelps at the grip, chuckling awkwardly.
âif ya ever act like a whiny bitch over somethinâ like this, iâm breaking up with yer sorry ass.â (name) hums with a tight smile.
âlove ya too, baby,â atsumu grins, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. meanwhile, a few karasuno members were watching the encounter from the window of the inn.
tsukishima grimaces at the whole exchange. âhow does their relationship even work? theyâre both so. . . pigheaded.â
part two of this done finally !!!!!11!!!!1!!!!!1!!1!1! never doing this again tumblr tweaked out every time i tried to save this draft.
dividers by @/plutism !!
#(â â â âżâ ăťâ )â ââ â lix writes !!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#x male reader#haikyuu x male reader#x reader#haikyuu fluff#crackfic#atsumu miya x male reader#atsumu x reader#inarizaki x reader#miya atsumu#miya atsumu x male reader#miya atsumu x reader#atsumu x male reader
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Genma, around a campfire: Man i get where you're coming from but. you GOTTA be sensible about this Kakashi: I don't see what the problem is. If anyone outside of the village connects me to my ANBU moniker I'll simply kill them. Genma: You physically can NOT do that. It's too easy to connect. Kakashi: You underestimate how many people I kill. by a lot. I'm good it's good. we're chill. everything's chill. On an unrelated note I gotta cut this short there's, like, 4 Iwa jonnin who think they're SOOO sneaky listening in right now so. gotta take care of them and probably their whole camp to be safe. bye ^-^ Raido: ....Weren't you planning on killing those guys tomorrow? Wasn't that like a whole thing? Genma: He thinks I underestimate how much he kills people or whatever, but really I just correctly estimate his paitence. I just wanted him to find something to do so I could go to SLEEP
Minato giving Kakashi his ANBU moniker: Kakashi can be hound! Cause he likes dogs!! It's not like I'm sending him out of the village much anyway lol, he'll be so cute!!! Kakashi 9 months later: Yes I know that everyone knows that I'm hound, Sandaime-sama, but you simply must understand that if you try to give me another designation for the sake of security I will bite you. Very hard. This moniker was a GIFT from my VERY SMART sensei. Thank you for understanding. What are they gonna do to me out there anyway? Kill me?
#Genma said 'is anyone else gonna give that dog a bone AND get rid of my work in the morning?' and didn't wait for an answer#naruto#kakashi hatake#genma shiranui#raido namiashi#namiashi raido#shiranui genma#hatake kakashi#ANBU#ANBU kakashi
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Initially I was just drawing them for fun but coincidentally I happened to finish this drawing on alt hermit day so
Late Wels and on time Hels letâs goooooo
Plus some doodles to explain the random bullshit lore I made up
#art#fanart#artists on tumblr#digital art#hermitcraft#hermitaday#welsknight#welsknight fanart#helsknight#helsknight fanart#Iâve never drawn them before but theyâre both very dear to me#I love making up random ass lore for people#yâall do not wanna hear what I did to Xisuma and Evil X thatâs easily an hour long conversation#I say this because it has been an hour long conversation before#these two are simple at the very least#I say this like I didnât make the aether canon in my hermitcraft#whoops#listen a man gotta do what a man gotta do#blame my friend they made me hyper fixate on them
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more misc au art... (the last two are unrelated but shh)
GAAAHHHH i promise ive got actual stuff cooking im just scared to post it/motivation to finish art Hard :"D clutching my head... always forever 24/7 thinking about them...
#i actually may or may not finish the second one because its meant to be a finished comic but i gave up early JSNDJSHDS#also yes the fourth one is glados quotes THE LINES FIT HIM SCARILY WELL#i wouldve drawn more of those if i had the motivation (i listened to an hour of glados voicelines just because i was brainrotting on him)#uhh what else do i have to say... OH UH ILL ANSWER ASKS..... SOMETIME!! SORRY THAT ITS BEEN SO LONG IVE BEEN BUSY#well not anymore now that schools over but STILL#[ tragedy au ]#man i GOTTA share some Actual Cool Stuff sometime...#chilaios#should i main tag...? eh sure#dungeon meshi#chilchuck#chilchuck tims#laios touden#laios#its always so embarrassing BAHSHSHA#id talk more because GOSH do i have a lot to talk about but its late#dungeon meshi spoilers#<- I FORGOT TO ADD IT#tragedy comedy
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first post in months we're bringing it back with something nobody else cares about. anyways take a feinberg x 2023 nhl asg jersey. for the mcsr and hockey enjoyers
#listen a man sees a jersey in feinberg colors and helians 1.20 fein redesign and hes gotta do what hes gotta do#anyways any other mcsr hockey fans out there :3#feinberg#mcsr#mcyt fanart#hopefully 26 is the right number of wrs lmao
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The kid ain't wrong. Yer gonna get yerself killed if ya keep actin' like ya did today. So ya gotta keep goin', Raven. No matter how bad your mind is treatin' ya.
It would take a lot of work on Raven's part, he knew. After all, one didn't just fix the way their mind worked. Making it so he didn't have bad days would be interesting. But he was sure it would take some effort on Karol's part to work on his own issues, too. And no one said they had to do it alone. He shifted his position, draping an arm over Karol's shoulders and slowly bobbing his head up and down as he listened to Karol speak. No Don to tell them what they needed to do. Just Brave Vesperia.
"Don't you worry, Cap'n Karol," Raven said. "I'm gonna do my best ta match yer strides. Just... sorry. If I stumble and all." Wouldn't be easy. He'd just have to keep at it. Karol was right, after all. Raven wasn't technically a member of Brave Vesperia. He still belonged to Altosk in that regard. But they were a team. Or... more?
Huh... they were kind of like a family for him now, weren't they. He'd... rather, Damuron had lost his family because of the war. Schwann hadn't had any family either, just the knights who served under him who he'd earned the loyalty of. Brave Vesperia was different. New.
"Ain't gonna be easy," he confessed. "Hopefully this ol' man ain't too set in his ways. Feels like I might'a made a little progress? Just talkin' ta ya about this stuff, I mean." But it wasn't all about him. He knew that.
"I hope it's helped you some, too..."
It seemed like things were slowly calming down between the two of them. By now, Karol was exhausted from sobbing and his head was hurting, likely from the tension his body went through just moments ago. Sniffling to try and clear his nose, he rubs at his face once more and tries to take a deep breath.
Thinking back to the Don still hurt but it felt nice to know that he wasnât alone when it came to admiring the Don. Yuri seemed to respect him and judging from their conversation, Raven respected him just as much too. It was⌠sad to think about how such a powerful figure in their lives had been snatched away so quickly. Karol always considered the Don as an invincible figure that could never lose. And⌠in a way, that was still true. No one had actually killed the Don. He had taken his own life.
In the end, he supposed it didnât matter. Dead was still dead.
To hear that the Don would have been proud of him though⌠It helped. He still had some doubts about leading a guild. He would likely always have doubts, even if the guild had fully established itself into something greater. Even if he became a well known guild leader, he was still likely to doubt his actions going forward. That seemed to be the main human experience⌠did the Don ever doubt his actions?
âI think⌠We both have to work on stuff.â Karol agreed quietly. âThe Don isnât around to push us forward anymore so we have to walk forward on our own, right? SoâŚsoâŚâ Karol trailed off, a thought crossing his mind for a moment. âIf I take a step forward, then you have to take one too. And if you take one, then Iâll take one! So⌠for every improvement you make, Iâll work on improving something too! Does that make sense? I dunno if that makes sense⌠JustâŚâ
Karol pauses, gesturing vaguely in the air, an embarrassed smile clear on his face. âI know youâre not technically a part of Brave Vesperia because youâre a part of Altosk but I think of you as an honorary member of Brave Vesperia! And I wanna make sure all of my guild members are taken care of! And a guild canât grow if itâs leader doesnât. So⌠Iâll try and get better at things if you try!â
#ic#valiantxunion#A Weed Tryin' to Bloom (Raven)#Following Our Paths#THEM...#Mutton! Fresh Mutton! (queue)
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So @retrobee drew a Ruby Spears take on an absolutenutcase162 comic...
#Star's Voicework#Star's Memes#absolutenutcase162#Mega Man#Rockman#Ruby Spears Mega Man#Mega Man Ruby Spears#Cut Man#Proto Man#Blues#Guts Man#Pharaoh Man#Ice Man#Voicework#Coolness#It's not incredibly often I do voice acting nowadays...#... but once I happened upon this in the Mega Man tag I knew what had to be done#And in the process learned that I can pull off a half-decent Ruby Spears Cut Man voice#Coming from a transfem no less. Who would have guessed?#At some point I'd like to put my 'true voice' to good use for a future dub lol#If you listen closely you may notice additional muffled dialogue during the third panel#That's 'cause it's Cut Man and Ice Man bickering in the car from a distance#Even in a hastily voiced dub I still gotta let my knack for details shine! đđłď¸ââ§ď¸â¨
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I cannot stress how many times this fancam of hetamyu Prussia plays in my head daily I need to be neutered immediately
#is this what having a crush feels like???#Iâve never felt so pathetic how do you people do this#Iâm possibly aro but I gotta job so I donât really care about that rn#but damn I have a visceral need to start eating my arm and not stopping until itâs just my head left#this is a memetic and a disease#I need to put down like a rabid dog#hetamyu#aph prussia#hws prussia#gilbert beilschmidt#I think if this dude everytime I listen to Judas now#thereâs also another one of him with Sexy Back playing and it fucks me up#has the same effect on me as hearing the voice of an angry god in my dreams#I am haunted by this manâs portrayal and swagger#need to be crushed under his boot#no one read this
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Can i hugs pizzano?
sure!! i haven't drawn pizzano too much but let's see....
... oh!!! here he comes now!!
be careful, i've heard he gives pretty strong hugs....
... but i'm sure you'll be fine!
#*mind flashes back to franpun's drawing of pizzano breaking an anon's spine* eeeeeh what's the worst that could happen from a hug??#my art#sugary spire#sugary spire pizzano#pizzano#i haven't seen all too much sugary spire but i DO loooove the designs from it! and i listen to glucose getaway probably too much.#though i did make an eyhm AU design for it so hey that's gotta count for something!#anyways i had fun drawing this squishy man so đđđ
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murder time trio should get to all experiment with dead bodies. why? because they can and it would be cool (okay but seriously i'll provide an explanation). all these freaks are scientists. i think it would be cool and funky if they all got to experiment! except morbidly and bloodily because none of them are right in the head now
killer like has his whole thing with wanting SOULs for some unspecified reason??? i'm just gonna steal the common interpretation that it's so he can find a way to fix his own soul through coding. but like,,,, what does he do with the desd bodies??? all the fellas he stole those souls from??? well this is where dust and horror come in
it's One Panel and i'm ABSOLUTELY reaching here but there's a (single) panel in horrortale where horror's pulling apart some sort of human limb like an arm with a device. why? what for? i dont fucking know at all man like papyrus said why is he always doing something weird in his room. anyways i'm just gonna guess its probably for rationing in horrortale (but it could also be that horror just felt like ripping apart an arm. for scientific purposes. or because he did this after ripping off aliza's arm so maybe he's doing some sort of recollection reflection or something i dunno im not a professional on this man). killer could totally send all the already dead HUMAN bodies horror's way for horrortale's food situation. maybe horror likes to dissect the humans yk maybe he's not just the type of bash (a head open) and dash. monsters dust so you cant see their guts but humans dont so horror gets prime time first hand experience on the human body! and then after he's done poking around in the brain he can give the meat and organs to papyrus for him to do his specific spaghetti confectionery
but but but what about the monsters that killer takes the souls from! surely he doesn't just take from only humans (dude idk if he actually does take from only human or monster. probably not right? he needs to study BOTH types of code so he can be most informed) so he must also take monster souls. and fortunately for dust (i do NOT think he'd quite like handling gore) monsters don't leave behind bodies or blood or allat they leave behind dust. hah. dust experiment with dust. i think its already a headcanon out there that dust likes to study dust. i cant exactly recall WHY exactly but maybe it's for sentimental reasons or just something to do to pass time between resets. so killer can just pass on whatever dust he gets to him and he can put it under his little microscope and be a little nerd what a GEEK. give this guy glasses and remove all his teeth but one i guarantee you he'll look like đ¤
and once again i hear you cry out but but triglycercule! why would killer even give the dead bodies and stuff to horror and dust in the first place??? erm number one because i said so silly. jk. and number two (if we're going in a nightmare's gang context here) it could be as a way for killer to gain horror and dust's trust. a way for them not to tattle on him for stealing souls for some unknown reason. maybe there's somehow important coding information left behind in the bodies/dust (because that's literally what utmv is made of) and killer wants dust and horror to do that work for him for some reason. maybe just a way for him to get rid of evidence maybe if theyre buddy pals and close enough just as a gift. i dunno man there's a bunch of reasons as to why he could possibly do this. i just really liked the thought of the trio all wearing fancy lab coats and goggles and i was like damn how can i make this a real possibility
#you can really sense the i dont know what the fuck i'm talking about energy in this one#all i had was a SINGLE!!! just ONE vision and there was straws for me to grasp so i fucking CLASPED those straws man. i'm totally reaching#listen when you gotta make do you gotta make do. the idea's cool and funky though i really like the vision#is the utmv code based or is it creativity based. which one#does the utmv look like a bunch of files or does it look like the doodlesphere. is it a concept or code???#i think that it's up to personal interpretation. it could also be both#i love the different possibilities that could be made based on the different code vs concept utmvs#with code you have possibilities like changing the files and breaking the game and stuff like that (error and killer etc)#BUT ALSO with creativity and concepts you can come up with characters just by saying oh i drew them or something like that (ink)#it just depends on the vibe you're going for i guess. darker stories sometimes have more associations with code#i like to think they both coexist but also are different#there are sections of the utmv that are purely coded like the antivoid and then section purely creativity based like the doodlesphere#and then there are worlds that have both like the code makes up the concept. or the concept makes up the code. either one#goddamn it everything just leads back to error and ink's digital vs traditional motifs AGAIN. i'm back at the fucking building AGAIN!!!!!#those two and their sick ass motifs can every elude me i feel like concepts in the utmv always have something to do with them#heh.... just shows how cool error and ink both are...... theres a reason theyre creativity and destruction (coolness factor)#hey hold on! this doesn't have anything to do with the murder time trio! triglycercule GET BACK IN YOUR NICHE!!!!!!!!!#looking back at my old posts to my new ones and i can see what lingo and typing styles i've faded out over time is so fun#or maybe i'm just the exact same and i havent change styles at all and i'm hallucinating and need to be put down#first day school is upsetting (as usual) so i need to think and post about the mtt to feel better#my favorite coping mechanism is thinking about murderous little creepypasta versions of a fictional guy from undertale#killer sans#dust sans#horror sans#murder time trio#bad sanses#bad sans gang#utmv#god i have NOT used tricule hc in a while........ i really should more#tricule hc
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I cant believe itachi killed his uglyass father, traumatized his stupid emo brother, joined a cool criminal gang and died at 21 like god i wish that was me
#lord what do a girl gotta do to live laugh love like itachi did#and he had cool long hair THE WHOLE TIME like that's goals man#on that note happy gemini season#chaoticass mfs marry me so i can listen to you yap about 92853 subjects#gemini#itachi
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realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille
#possramble#ignore this im just babbling but#the thing is that like. i don't ship laios and marcille together. their relationship is so so important to me in that laios comphets himsel#and THINKS that he might be in love with her but he isn't and that's my insane obsession#platonic soulmates for real but they're so sweet together that i fully expect them to be shipped together#like i get it. that's almost the appeal for me. if dungeon meshi were any other series there'd be an epilogue where they get married#convention dictates that they're meant to be together as the male protagonist and his beloved female deuteragonist#but dungeon meshi DOESNT do that and i love it so fucking much they're the comphet besties ever for my strange little brain#like if i ever did an arranged marriage au it would absolutely be laios and marcille having a platonic political marriage and then just#the most insane mutual pining with marcille and falin while laios and marcille struggle their way into becoming best friends#the imagery of the king and his beautiful court mage being tender to each other and everyone thinking they're in love is like catnip to me#like yeah they'd be like that and have no idea people think they should be together and the subversion makes me so obsessed#the more people ship them romantically. the more i enjoy their platonic dynamic it's like some sort of weird comphet fetishism idk#people think they're in love and im outside the window like YES... YES!!!#but also the second i see stuff of them kissing on the mouth or fucking im like oh god no i went too deep in here i gotta get out#don't wanna see that. i'll go feral over the idea of laios and marcille being arm-in-arm like king and queen but they would not fuck.#i want marcille to be his default comphet beard and dance partner/plus one at official royal events but they're not kissing.#she's there on his arm because he's scared of the other noble women tryna get him and being a baby about it#and people see them muttering to each other and laughing and generally being very sweet and think that they're dating but they're not.#she's actually covered in hickies from falin underneath her dress and is gonna get dragon dicked right after the party is over#like she's in her bedroom and falin's helping her take her ridiculous dress off while listening to her complain about politics#and falin is the person she goes home to the person she falls asleep to and wakes up with#they're a triad of utter devotion to each other but only farcille's side of the triangle is romantic#it's almost like an open secret because they're not trying to hide it at all but people assume and are surprised to find out#like people are so right about her relationship with the toudens but with the siblings' roles switched#love of her life & irreplaceable life companion. does anyone get it#anyway. i don't know what's wrong with me#it bothers me that they're not the undisputed most popular het ship for marcille on ao3#it's unnatural. marcille being paired with any other man should be a fringe case.
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