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Minimal Losses // Jake Seresin

Chapter One // The Brief

Summary: A Monday morning briefing on the new upcoming detachment goes far beyond what any of the TopGun aviators could ever imagine

Warnings: Mentions of death, Jake Seresin x Reader pairing, NCIS & Criminal Minds jargon.

Word Count: 3.3k

Author Note: This one is definitely going to be a slow burning love. If that’s your style. But trust the process and you’ll thank me later when the Angst arrives. MASTERLIST

“Those are your mission parameters—study them, learn them, eat sleep and breathe everything that their is to know about them.” Admiral Bates stood before his rag tag team of highly skilled, highly qualified TopGun aviators. Dreading the detachment he was about to send them on. Some would know the full extent of what was actually happening. Others wouldn’t. For your own safety and theirs. ��You are dismissed—however, could Lieutenants Bradshaw, Floyd, Garcia, Trance and Seresin please stay back for further instruction.” Admirals Cain and Bates looked all shades of concern as they tried to navigate uncharted territory.

You watched carefully as some pilots left without question, some a little cautious. But as always they follow their orders, leaving the hanger with the parameters. Wondering why you didn’t follow, considering you weren’t asked to stay behind.

“There’s a lot more to this detachment that meets the eye.” Admiral Cain was who had set this who thing up. His voice bellowing through the giant aircraft hanger turned makeshift classroom. “But I’ll hand you over to Special Agent Bradshaw and Spacial Agent Kasper.” All heads turned back to you. Shock and utter silence lingered on you—like you were a bad car crash that you just couldn’t look away from no matter how hard you tried. Everyone was just told you were a Lieutenant? What the fuck was going on?

“You knew something fucky was going on—!” Jake hissed under his breath as he pinched Rooster’s tricep. Forcing the proud moustache growing Lieutenant to jump from his seat slightly with a yelp. Eyes wide in anger. Teeth gritted.

“I know nothing!!” He indeed knew most. But nothing to do with you, that his wife had kept a secret. “What is your problem! God, one women doesn’t look at you like you’re some sort of God and suddenly your whole worlds collapsing around you!” Rooster fired back through gritted teeth and a snarl. Pinching Jake back. “Dickhead—“

“Uh thanks Admirnal.” Agent Bradshaw held one hand to her lower back and another over her stomach. She was getting bigger and bigger every day—but she refused to send DiNozzo out here to accompanied you. Instead sending him an McGee to another carrier where another possible suspect was currently stationed. A long shot—but still worth leaving every stone unturned. She wanted to do this one herself. Be your supervisor, your guiding light, a mentor and friend.

“Listen, you all already know me pretty well I’d say so we can skip the introductions—“ Rubbing her belly softly, Agent Bradshaw turned to her husband briefly. “But I will take a small second to remind each and every one of you that what you are about to be briefed on is highly classified material and will not be discussed with anyone outside this room.” Reminding the class but mostly her husband. “Not even you’re fellow aviators who were just dismissed.”

The room fell silent, it felt as if all the air had been sucked out and pumped in replacement Co2. Heavy and thick. Taking the opportunity to stand from your chair at the back of the class. Walking nervously down the aisle knowing Jake was burning a laser focused glare into the back of your head. And yes, he had every right to be mad.

“This is Special Agent Y/n Y/l/n with the Federal Bureau of investigation.” She’d told you to if anything call her Gibbs, not one big on formalities—but you stuck with Agent Bradshaw. It was her correct title after all. “More specifically with the Behavioural Analysis Unit.” Waving with a sheepish smile you tried to swallow the dry lump that had formed in the back of your throat. Public speaking wasn’t something you were gifted at.

“You guys can just call me Kasper, or Kas—“ Trying to break the ice you knew was thick enough to run on. “Everyone just calls me Kas.” Fighting the urge to just sink into yourself.

“I’m really confused—“ Fanboy piped up from his seat trying to reread his mission parameters, looking for the part that mentioned The Naval Criminal Investigative service and the Federal Bureau of Investigations. “What did I miss? Am I missing a page? I can’t be the only one who’s lost?”

“You aren’t the only one—“ Jake hissed as he leaned back in his chair, clicking his pen a few times. God he felt sick, weak. What was this feeling? He wasn’t actually mad, if anything he was impressed and a little intimidated. But you didn’t seem to be all that terrifying. If anything he learnt a valuable lesson to ask more questions in his vetting stage. “You might wanna make quick work of an explanation, Agent Kas.” The way Jake addressed you made you forget how to breathe. “Some of us are really confused.” He wasn’t talking about the mission, he was talking about you. Jake Seresin was confused about who he’d been balls deep in Saturday night and Sunday morning.

“Kas?” Agent Bradshaw stepped aside and gestured for you to take over—clearing your throat you looked at Jake who had begun to soften his gaze a little, knowing he was having an effect on you. “It’s all you.”

“Um—okay.” You had to extinguish a sigh to compose yourself, shaking your hands briefly before you moved back behind the podium. Shuffling papers, and organising what you needed to explain to the small group of trusted aviators. Tapping the bunch of papers before neatly placing them in your hands against the wooden podium, you paused just one more time before fixing your glasses.

“Seven months ago seventeen year old Virginia Emery and nineteen year old Stacey Dicker were found beaten, tortured and partially dismembered in the backyard of an old abandon home that had been vacant for years.” The room fell quiet and suddenly Jake didn’t really feel a need to make silly witty remarks. “Rhode Island—this happened in Rhode Island.”

“Two months ago, as most of you may know by now.” Agent Bradshaw interrupted politely as she moved to stand beside you. “Former Commander Thomas Kazanksy’s niece was found, beaten, tortured, and partially dismembered just down the road from where her boyfriends home was. She’d gone for an afternoon jog.” It was still hard to comprehend, Jake had met the former commander's niece a handful of times, as had Bob. It was hard to process what a tragedy her death had been. “All victims are former members of the same sorority house—Agent Kas here was in my emails the second the story broke—“ Jake had noticed how you’d settled into yourself a little now as you go further and further into your explanation.

“All three have been linked by just a few key factors—“ You could hear a pin drop it had become so quiet. The entire room had their eyes on you as you spoke with a heavy heart. “All three victims had been members of the same sorority.” You repeated. “And had been beaten so badly that the indent of a US Naval Academy class ring could be particularly identified in some of the bruising.”

“No way—“ Robert Floyd had to hold his stomach. He felt sick. This wasn’t something he was good with, you know, the concept of murder and untimely death.

“We believe that the unsub is currently abroad, posted out to the USS Lexington.” There was a lot of evidence you couldn’t really discuss that pointed to your suspect. It had been narrowed down to two men. “It’s probably needless to say we’re incredibly concerned for the women currently on board.”

“With all due respect?” You turned your attention to the only woman sitting before you. “What has this got to do with us?” Natasha ‘Pheonix’ Trance, you were impressed by what you had read in her file before Jake had joined you at the Hard Deck. She’d asked a question that was on everyone’s mind.

“Agent Kas here will be going undercover in order to get onboard the USS Lexington without fear of spooking out suspect—she’s highly trained in behavioral analysis and it was her case to begin with, the US Navy and the NCIS are happy to assist.” Agent Bradshaw continued, still softly caressing her growing baby bump.

“Your detachment is merely an excuse to have her surrounded with a team we thought would be of absolute value considering the alternative would have been to send her in alone.” Admiral Cain explained. Your eyes had since fallen back to Jake, his had never left yours. He could see the apology practically oozing from you. “You have been chosen to know every aspect of this situation, the others will simply continue about the detachment with the parameters they were given—to them, Kas here is Lieutenant Ava Jackson. WOS, who’s joining you all on a routine overwater detachment—updating your skills flying over vast distances and practicing over water defensive manoeuvring.”

“I’m still so confused—“ Fanboy sighed as he let his head fall back against his chair.

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Jake taunted as he cracked his knuckles absentmindedly. “Who will Kas be flying with?” Bradley looked to his wife who already had a look of regret in her eye. Noticing the way she just stood quietly putting the pieces of the puzzle together she hadn’t really given much effort to on Sunday when you had showed up to the final brief late. Despite all her gut instincts telling her this wasn’t a good idea—Agent Bradshaw said the one thing Jake Seresin was excited to hear about all morning.

“Who was it?” Agent Bradshaw smirked at you as she walked with you towards the elevator. Being seven months pregnant had started to become problematic, especially when it came to walking up and down stairs. “And don’t give me some lame excuse Kas, I know the face of someone who’s just been dicked down for the first time in a long time.” Agent Bradshaw only knew because she herself had worn the same face before. Distance, job titles and long hours all played major factors in her relationship, her marriage.

“I think I’m just gonna go grab my files and head to the briefing room.” You tried to change the subject, not one to want to divulge your extracurricular activities. “Honestly, Gibbs—“ You turned to the woman who had taken you under her wing. She knew it was hard for you to level with her on anything less than a professional basis. Hardly ever steering away from calling her by her professional title. “I was, I just slept in—“

“Honestly Agent Kas, as long as it wasn't mine I really couldn’t care less who you’re sleeping with.” The heavily pregnant women sighed as the elevator dinged, stepping in with a waddle. “But I have rules that I live and will probably die by. Rule three? never be unreachable.” Nodding in response you simply followed her into the elevator, taking out your phone and creating a note. “Are you writing that down?” You knew you wouldn’t forget—but you wanted your supervisor to know you listened and would commit everything she said to memory.

“It was just some guy I met at the bar.” You mumbled quietly, doing your best to open up. It wasn’t easy for you, at all. But you wanted Agent Bradshaw to trust you. “He’s on the full clarence detachment list.”

“Like I said, as long as it wasn’t mine you’re fine.” Agent Bradshaw just shook her head. “But get tested, I don’t know where half those men have been recently—and especially Jake Seresin.” Bradshaw teased hopeful that it wouldn’t have been Jake. He wasn’t really your type, she hoped it had been someone like Bob. You two would make a great duo. “Oh god and please remember that you’re like a literal fetus—“

“Ma’am I’m twenty six—“ You didn’t want to argue, but you had always been seen as the child of the group. Everywhere you went. Especially since you graduated high school at twelve years old. A literal genius if there ever was one. For someone who was meant to be so smart you’d made some poor fucking choices this weekend.

“Still—I think the closest one in age would be Mickey, he’s like thirty two?.”

Jake and Javy had been the only two at the Hard Deck on Saturday night, no one else had really felt up for it. And Javy Machado wasn’t on the list for full clearance.

“You, Hangman—she’ll be flying with you.”

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Jake had remained in his seat well after he’d been dismissed. He’d watched as Bob and Fanboy spoke to you about having to learn a few things about being a back seater—basic knowledge for emergencies and in case someone ever asked you in a pinch. You told them you’d done some basic training over the past couple of weeks but would appreciate their help and guidance. Feeling very welcomed by the aviator with the glasses that if anything exaggerated the blue in his eyes.

Jake had patiently waited until they were finished to approach you, taking notice of the way you stiffened a little more with each step he took towards you. He really didn’t like that reaction—he really didn’t want you being afraid of his reaction to learning the truth. Sure, he’d never been run out on, but he had a feeling if he just gave you a chance to explain? He’d understand. He wasn’t an unreasonable man, and he just so happened to have a soft spot of the introverted FBI Agent that had managed to captivate his entire heart in the timeframe of a few hours and half a box of condoms.

“I’m pretty sure there were a few things we did Saturday night that could have broken a few federal laws.” Jake taunted as he sat back on the top of the table, arms crossing over his chest as he eyed you up and down. “As long as you aren’t planning on arresting me I’m pretty okay with starting a fresh—“ He paused for a moment just taking you in. “A fresh start seems pretty nice considering I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.”

“Jake, I am so unbelievably sorry for leaving the way I did.“ You tried to apologise, it was really out of character for you to have gone home with a guy you’d just met let alone sneak out his bathroom window. “Bradshaw had been calling me and I shouldn’t have been unreachable, I just thought if I tried to leave again you would have asked me to stay and I would have unraveled.”

“Rule number three.” Jake chuckled as he watched you sorting out your stuff. Papers laid scattered on top of the podium, packing them all back into their respective cream file holders. “And I understand.” It wasn’t what you were expecting him to say.

“Come again?” You stopped what you were doing to give Jake all your attention. “Wait, why are you still being nice to me?” You had been expecting Jake to never want to talk to you again. You’d expected him to be ruthlessly angry with you, do some yelling about how you’d taken advantage of him. You expected with his obvious reputation that his ego would be bruised enough that he’d be blinded by rage and cuss you out in front of everyone—you expected him to tell everyone he knew just how much you let go for him that night. How far you let him take it. How he’d broken your facade, but he didn’t do any of those things. He was simply still the guy who wanted you to so desperately stay for some coffee. The only person he’d ever asked to stay for coffee.

“You tell me? Kas, aren’t you an expert on behaviour?” Jake pushed himself off the table he’d been leaning on as he sauntered closer to where you stood beside the podium. “Miss FBI, you tell me why I’m still here, analyse me.” You were stunned into silence for a second or two. Clearing your throat before starting your analysis.

“If I had to make an assumption based on the situation, maybe a similar case study.” You didn’t want to get your hopes up because no man had ever fallen for you. There was simply no reason for you to be the one who stood out in a crowd. Perhaps that was, no—it definitely was the reason you had gone home with Jake. He’d paid you every ounce of attention you’d been so starved of for so long. But why? Why would he when all you��d ever been to anyone was a walking computer.

“I’d say that you’ve formulated a few feelings, potentially skewing your judgment.” Your eyes never left Jakes as his eyes trailed from your eyes to your mouth. Up and down, and god those fucking glasses drove him crazy. “I’d say you’re so used to getting everything you want that the thrill of a chase for once actually sounds intriguing.” Jake smirked in response as the gap between you both barely existed any more. His hand lingering on your hip—keeping you close.

“Damn, you’re that good huh?” Biting his bottom lip momentarily as his mind wandered back to Saturday night. How different you were just for him. “I’d say you’re pretty spot on sweetheart.” You tried not to take notice of the pet name that made your heart skip a whole beat. “Sorry, my bad—Agent Kasper.” Jake corrected himself but he still saw how much he’d affected you. There was a glint in your eyes for just a few moments before you decided to bring the both of you down to reality. Or what you’d been made to believe was your reality.

“The only problem with that, is that I’m really not worth your time, Lieutenant—“ It was something about how the light in your eyes dimmed as you truly believed what you were saying. Jake hated that, hell if anything, it confused him. Why would you think so little of yourself? “I think you should cut your losses before you realise I’m just another notch in your belt and we can go our separate ways both telling ridiculously over dramatised versions of the same story.” You knew Jake would never tell the story about the time some girl snuck out his bathroom window willingly with pride to anyone. Besides his best friend maybe. Bradley Bradshaw. And Jake had a feeling you’d never tell anyone about the hookup you had where you had to wash your glasses with raspberry-scented hand soap after having them coated in spirts of hot cum. Expect maybe your supervisor, Agent Bradshaw. So you’d both lie, overcompensate to make the situation less embarrassing for all involved.

“If I didn't think you were worth my time I wouldn’t have given you so much of it at the Hard Deck, and at my home, and again the next morning trying to get you to stay.” Jake was wearing his whole heart on his sleeve. He’d never wanted to explore a situationship as much as he wanted to explore this one he had with you right now. He knew your name—that was it. But you had managed to take him hostage. “I don’t know if you know this about me but I’m not usually the guy who begs, but I’ll possibly consider it if you don’t wanna see where this goes?”

“Jake—“ You sighed heavily as you collected your things. Holding your files close to your chest, heading towards the open doors with Jake hot on your tail. “You’re gonna be my partner, technically—like my wingman if anything. I need to know that you’re going to have my back more than anything, I can’t be playing silly games with a man twice my age who at a moment's notice could decide suddenly somewhat submissive introverts aren’t his favorite play thing anymore.” Jake didn’t respond as he kept walking beside you, heading in the direction of the locker rooms. He couldn’t help but to think about the last time he was challenged like this. His mind was running empty because he’d never met someone who’d been so complex and interesting as you.

“Do I get a badge?” Jake smiled as he stopped in his tracks, your frowned in response as you stopped and turned to face him. Sun in your eyes.

“What are you going on about?” Had Jake not listened to a word you had just said? Or was it more his way of saying he had your back. You couldn’t tell—you didn’t know him from a bar of soap.

“Well if you’re my back seater and get a flight suit and everything. I think it’s only fair if I’m your partner I get a badge.” Jake grinned, he was trying to get you to open up. Trust him, there were clearly underlying self worth issues you had going on Jake would have to learn to navigate—but he thought why not start by getting you to smile. Mission accomplished he thought to himself as you gave him a soft chuckle and a smile so bright it made Jake's heart skip a beat. Something he’d never felt before.

“Would you settle for a fresh slate?” You asked softly, knowing you probably couldn’t do much about a badge. Sticking your hand out for Jake to shake, he did without hesitation.

“Absolutely Kas, absolutely.”

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oldsargasso · 3 months ago

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4 minutes ep 5 thoughts

can't believe we're over halfway through :( but how nice to be able to watch on iqiyi

a warning for flashing lights would've been good

bless. she played that perfectly because that was an expression every woman can recognise instantly but [straight] men have no idea

okay I love title's shirt. confirmation it's tonkla who takes him out then

the grass, the trees, it all has a very dream-like, unreality/hyper-reality in a way kinda feeling. the establishing shot of the grass just feels like a movie in an intentional way

omg they're glamping!! I thought it was a tent at the end of last ep but I didn't think it'd look like that lmao

[we haven't seen tyme wear a necklace yet have we? yet in the first visions of them having sex he definitely has one on. just thinking about it now because his shirt is like making it very obvious.]

they are soooooooo. I gotta go lie down on the floor. tyme straight up serenading great, the man does have moves. (where'd he get a guitar from? it came with the campsite)

the most insane thing is that they're both still wearing shoes and socks around. (<- might be assigning australian values here)

musician AU CONFIRMED.

just taking a moment to appreciate jes' acting. my goodness. my HEART.

NAN BACKSTORY!! bee I love you as well. miscarriage? oh damn. this is depressingly real. I hope Nan gets to burn everything down

the framing of tyme and great in these shots is so interesting. tyme always on the left, often higher. don't even need to mention the black&white.

why is what's on the picnic table so blurry or are my eyes going weird

"what if the next death is you?" "I don't have anything to lose." okay. pain.

I love Korn losing it.

oooohhh sa-marn. this is the one single thing I've liked him doing. (and not just because it means we get to see great's mother again 😍 the one sleeve look is perfect)

"the son of yours" number one thing not to say to your wife unless it's a cute joke

god great's even got a red number plate to match his car lmaoooo. actually surprising to me that his car doesn't have a GPS tracker or something. korn's gonna be waiting for great isn't he.

if it started as ~seducing great to get to his parents it's so far past that now. the look tyme is giving great….. the hand on the back of the neck. leave me here to die actually.

oh god this horror movie shot. oh lmaooo. den my guy. oh I don't recognise that dude hmmm. title?

great just straight up walked in front of that car. dude. if there was ever a time to be aware of your surroundings… oh it was korn so who cares. wait he's got a red number plate too, that does NOT match your car.

can't park there.

the man with his shirt unbuttoned down to his navel is taking about how serious this business is

there's that older brother "I'll do it so you don't have to" idc I live for this kinda stuff

honestly I thought korn was gonna be waiting inside great's apartment so that was way less intense than I was expecting lol

CLOCK'S BACK!!

OH MY GOD. holy shit great's dad is. incredible. awful. lovely little note that he said stay away from great before he said stay away from the company. (the like, heartbeat in the OST? gorgeous) take the money and then do your thing anyway, like what are they gonna do? call the cops?

I wonder if that's his maternal or paternal grandmother. it doesn't matter I just like knowing stuff

dude nan has been through it, let her have her revenge!! it's not like she's getting the 5 million so. I understand her.

aww manee's out of hospital.

korn getting slapped…you love to see it

since she mentioned her dad being powerful I am now assuming she and title are siblings lol. korn doesn't deserve this woman she should marry me instead

I'm way more into the idea of ep 4 being great's first time with a dude because that makes tyme blocking him now all the more delicious 😌

I wanna just. applaud all of this. the sound. the cinematography. the look on her face.

oh shit great's gonna get shot now isn't he

(did his mum kill korn's mum)

first flashback/flashforward in a little while. this guy is bold and dedicated to his job - nobody heard the first gunshot?

half of great's face covered in blood spatter….perfect. the clock has started.

hmmmm. okay. this better not turn out to all just be in great's head because that is the worst of all theories lol.

thank god den can recognise people from split-second glances he's the most powerful character ever

this is what tyme's wearing when he gets shot in ep 1. the BLOOD ON HIS FACE cutting in and out with the light? hellllloooo. next episode is tyme right?

#oldsargasso watches 4 minutes #4 minutes

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cinhomi · 10 months ago

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hi aurora my sweetheart! how was your day? I hope you're doing better, hang in there my love <3 you're doing so well and I'm so proud of you 💓

swinging by to drop this hard thought for you...chan with a husband kink. a sexually charged tug of war you play with him where he's utilizing everything in his arsenal to make you call him husband...pinning you against the wall, teasing you, going as far as to edge you. he'd go feral once the word finally slips put from your lips avshsbssnsn

for some reason I also really want to give hyunjin kisses. like smother his face in kisses he just deserves so much love TT

- titracha nonnie

HQKZHQYSI YOU'RE ALWAYS SO SWEET I LOVE YOU ‼️‼️‼️ I hope you're okay my precious nonnie :( 🫶 my day was suuuper okay, thank you for always askingggg 🩷

delish thot as always.

"Mhmh, I'll be there with my husband... sure, thank you, see you later!" and you find yourself being late because he railed you into oblivion in the living room, right where you had that call.

"Oh my god hi!! It's been so long!! How are y- oh right this is my husband, Chan" and you later lay on the backseat of your car with your legs up in the air and his face right between them.

"Mommy, why you always kiss Daddy?" "Because he's my husband and we love each other a lot!" you explain to your child, not knowing Chan was listening in the hallway. Ooh you have to be extra careful while you cook, making sure your baby is watching their fav cartoon, because Chan won't deprive himself of a quickie in the kitchen ;)

we already talked about being a stay-at-home wife for him and being like super ready to spread our legs and get on our knees with a simple look from him, getting wet when he fixes stuff, when he takes firm decisions... but he'd really be just the same. if you're cooking, if you enter the house with groceries, oh he gets so flustered. with Chan it's the concept of being married and call each other husband and wife that is special, and arousing. if you two happen to fight you know you can make up the same night with rough passionate sex instead of doubting you'll see each other for days. the trust, relying on the other, being connected for the rest of your lives... Chan will never want a divorce. It's you that have come up with it if you really want it because he will never consider it.

don't get me started on how he acts when he sees your rings... oh my god he's a beast. just, imagine intertwining your hands together as he fucks into you, deep and slow, lips parted and brows furrowed, and he picks up speed when he sees the shiny gold metal <3

I mean he's whipped. you are so whipped. sometimes you deny his title to him and he has to be mean and make you desperate to hear the word slip from your lips that he loves so fucking much. and a "my" and "mine" here and there and he'll stuff you full until the first rays of the sun intrude in your bedroom.

you're needy? address him as "my husband".

"how was my husband today at work?" "what's my husband doing right now?" "my husband is so handsome this morning."

he'll get on his knees for you. hell he will take you against the wall. on the floor. in a bathroom. in the laundry. if you texted, you have to expect to be fucked with your face against the entrance door, there's no way he'll make it to any other place inside the house.

I THINK I GOT A LITTLE BIT CARRIED AWAY OKAY OH GOD maybe I'm the one who's got a husband kink at this point idk IDK

kissing Hyunjin 😊🩷 juicylipsracha assembled in this post lol

anyway yeah kissing Hyunjin we both have very full lips SO so I think I'd, like, explode but I actually kind of don't care???? he's sexy I'm sexy we should kiss???? everyone that reads my posts is sexy so we all should kiss Hyunjin. pepper his face and also suck his tongue. I might be horny so don't look into that last part too much thank you. hmpf. kissing Hyunjin... I won't think about anything else all day and it's your fault I love you.

#✉️: letters to cinhomi #from: titracha nonnie #cinhomi thinks #bang chan x reader

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messedupfan · 2 years ago

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When I Look At You | Chapter 12

Summary: While at a wedding, Y/n reflects on their life with Leigh and their kids.

A/N: This is the end!

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Many, Many Years Later

You fidget with your tie once again and Leigh pats your hand to get you to stop. “You’re making me nervous, cut it out. We’re supposed to be the ones with a level head here. Stevie is already losing her mind.” She speaks in a low tone to keep her words between you and her.

“Leigh, our first born is about to get married. I’m freaking out!” You say a little too loud. “He is not good enough for our baby girl. I don't care what anyone has to say.” You continue, causing your wife to push you into an empty room so you’re not being a lunatic in the hallway.

“I know that today is hard for you, but she loves him and they’ve been pretty great parents to Maisy. When she came to us four years ago and told us she was pregnant, I was ready for you to kill the both of them–”

You make a face, “Just me? What were you going to do?”

“The twins were fifteen, someone had to stay out of prison,” she teases, making you feel a little bit lighter. However, you still remained very tense about the event today. “Look, they have more than proven themselves. They have provided for our granddaughter, who you love dearly. They have stayed in school and plan to graduate. They love each other completely. We can’t stop this from happening anymore, it’s what they want.”

You frown as you hear your wife out and sigh. “Why couldn’t they wait until after college. I would have been more supportive.”

The corner of her mouth lifts up as she shakes her head, “No, you wouldn’t have been. It’s hard to let go of them. To trust them to be on their own.”

You nod, agreeing with what she says instead of arguing otherwise. “How are you so okay with this?”

“I’m not, I’m just better at hiding it than you are,”she pats your shoulder and you let out a breathy laugh. Her phone pings with a notification and she takes a deep breath. “Now we need to do this for our daughter, together okay? No getting a getaway car ready.”

Your shoulders deflate and you drop your head as you promise to behave before allowing your wife to guide you to the bride’s room. Looking at you so nervous reminds her of when you finally fulfilled your best friend’s dying wish and immortalized them in a book series. It wasn’t exactly a biography, it was a great mix of fiction and non-fiction that made people feel connected to the person you knew. But you were so anxious about releasing it to the world. That had to have been the most anxious she had ever seen you and it took sometime for either of you to realize that it was like letting go of Stevie again.

But one day, in a way you never expected, you got a Stevie back in your life. When your daughter had first seen the name on the title, she thought that the series was meant to be about her. She refused to hear otherwise for years, but she was a little kid so you found it adorable. Eventually, you and Leigh told her about your best friend and explained that was where she got her middle name. It was hard to explain why she had never met them, especially since you and Leigh never settled on a concept to teach the kids what happens after death, but the “better place” line did come in handy. Then, as she got older, she started reading the books and she would ask you questions about the person she shared a name with. One day, when she was seventeen or eighteen, somewhere around there, she asked that everyone call her Stevie from then on.

You had great relationships with all three kids, of course, but you and your daughter had a special bond. Leigh wonders if you’re feeling anxious about losing your best friend again. She was there to remind you however many times you needed to be reminded that this wasn’t the case. Your daughter is currently renting the house that once belonged to Stevie from you and Leigh, so it wasn’t like she didn’t still need help from her parents. She wasn’t gone yet and she needed to convince you that everything will be fine. Prepare you for when or if the time comes that Stevie only visits for the holidays.

With careful steps, you and Leigh enter the dressing room cautious of what you’re walking into. Stevie is in the corner of the room, still in her robe, with her face in her hands. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“The flowers,” she says in a small voice that reminds you of the day she tripped trying to keep up with Bandit in the backyard. She scraped her knee and she was crying and you “cured” her with a magical kiss and an adhesive bandage. Leigh asks what’s wrong with the flowers and your daughter looks up with tears in her eyes that bring some to your own. “They’re the wrong amount. There’s supposed to be thirteen exactly!” She whines.

“Okay, and how many are there?” You ask carefully.

“Fourteen!” She waves around the bouquet and you and Leigh exchange a look with each other. Knowing exactly what the real problem was.

“Honey,” Leigh looks at you one more time and you nod to encourage her to continue. “When was your last period?” The girl in front of you shrugs as she mumbles her answer, knowing what the two of you are getting at. “When were you going to tell us?” Leigh asks softly.

Stevie dabs the corners of her eyes, careful with her makeup. “When we came back from the honeymoon. We didn’t want anyone to think this was a shotgun wedding,” she starts to get emotional and you rub circles on her back. Leigh smiles lovingly towards you as she fondly remembers you comforting her the same way. “I’m so sorry you guys. I know I’m such a disappointment.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Who said that? We’re so proud of you sweetheart, we love you so much.” You say as you pull her into your arms, Leigh matches you as she hugs Stevie from the otherside. “Everything is going to be okay. Now hand me that bouquet.” You hold your hand out for the flowers and she does as you asked. You gingerly remove the extra flower and you grab something to cut the stem and place the flower in your wife’s hair. “See? Now you have thirteen flowers, and mom looks even more stunning than before.” Leigh takes your hand and kisses your knuckles, she has to rub the lipstick off of them with her thumb and the feel of the action makes your heart swell.

Stevie perks up and thanks you and Leigh for cheering her up. “I really think I’ve found something like you and mom. He makes me really happy,” she says cheerfully, to reassure you that she is still making the right decision in marrying Carlos, her fiance.

He wasn’t a bad guy, he was a great kid that grew and proved to be a great young man. Most important of all he was a wonderful father and hopelessly in love with your daughter. But, he was also the idiot that got your daughter pregnant in high school. You’re not quite sure when you’ll get over that. Leigh rubs your shoulder as she watches your body grow tense again. You stiffly nod which your daughter notices and finds amusing, she knows that you’re trying your best. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?” You say with a tight smile making your two girls laugh.

After you and Leigh walk Stevie down the aisle and, reluctantly on your part, give her to Carlos, you sit on the bride's side of the church. Your shoulders shook slightly as you remember that you’re inside a church. It was important to Carlos’ family that the wedding be held in a church so you agreed. Making plenty of jokes about the ceiling caving in because you don’t have a faith and neither does Leigh. The kids were free to explore whatever they wanted but at the end of the day, they chose to stay away from them and instead admire from afar. You laugh behind your hand as you watch your youngest yawn as the priest drones on and on. Leigh smacks your shoulder and tells you to show some respect, but she even has to yawn.

She glares at you before you can point it out. Deciding that you don’t want to be scolded further, you focus on your family standing in front of everyone instead of what is being said. Stevie wanted both of her brothers to be standing beside her for this moment, it made you and Leigh happy that though they were extremely difficult at times and even claimed to have hated each other, all three of the kids were close. When you look at your kids, you feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. They have made it this far and they will make it further. There’s no doubt in your mind. They have so much potential and so much life to live. You’re not worried about them one bit.

As the vows are being said, you look over at Leigh and think about how different your life would have been without her and take a moment to appreciate her. You nudge your shoulder against hers and smile at her, she mirrors your expression before turning her attention back to the wedding. You put your arm around her shoulders and she slides closer to you and takes your other hand in hers, pulling it on her lap. You place a kiss on the side of her head and look back up to your little girl.

Watching her up there reminded you of when she was just a toddler, running around in a white dress and getting married to her stuffed animals or even Bandit a few times. Her and Leigh took it the hardest when he passed that it took several years before they let you bring another dog into the house. Of course though, you weren’t able to find a dog quite like Bandit ever again.

Then you look over to your boys, the older one was going to college in the fall on an academic scholarship which wasn’t something anyone expected. Before he was in high school he was always struggling with his grades. He was more focused on playing basketball. All day, everyday. Then when his grades were slipping and his coach had the talk with him that you and Leigh tried over and over to have with him that his education was just as important as the sport and that if he wanted to be the star he was striving to be, he had to commit to his studies. The coach threatened to take away his position on the team if he didn’t get his act together. That fear motivated him into becoming a better student than his older sister who was always a fantastic student.

Your eyes land on your youngest, who was aspiring to become a doctor or a lawyer or a politician. He hasn’t settled on one thing yet but going through his transition he was inspired to want to contribute to his community. He wants to make it more accessible for people to become who they truly are. He isn’t sure if the best way is through medicine or through law. But you and Leigh assured him that he will find his way in life and to not put so much pressure on himself. To enjoy being a young college student and to make mistakes that he’ll learn from. Although, you and Leigh knew he was going to change the world someday. He didn’t need to strive for that yet. There was plenty of time for that later.

“Do you think we would have gotten along?” Stevie asks as you sway with her while the two of you share a dance. The two of you have been practicing for this moment since she was little.

“What are you talking about?” You spin her under your arm when it feels right because of the song that is playing.

“Allison and I,” she clarifies and your eyes begin to burn as you think about how to answer her. You thought about what her life would have looked like had she gotten to grow up. Especially if she got to be with her siblings. Although, that life might have been filled with other complications. You wouldn’t wish for Allison to be alive without her mother but you also wouldn’t give up Leigh and the life you built with her. Which is why when the kids got old enough to understand what you were saying, you stopped telling them those stories so that they wouldn’t ask questions and you wouldn’t have to tell them about what happened.

You still haven’t talked about Allison in a long time. Especially not with any of your kids. “Where is this coming from?” You ask instead.

“I was reading the first book that you wrote with mom and I asked her about it. She told me about the family you lost and I just…” she starts getting choked up and you take out your handkerchief so she doesn’t ruin her makeup. She has a long night of photos ahead of her. “I’m sorry, I just can’t imagine what that was like. And gosh, the hell the three of us must’ve put you through.” You help her keep her makeup together by gently dabbing her tears away.

You laugh a little at the small mention of the things that had you and Leigh screaming at the kids so they can learn to be safer and smarter. “Oh you kids didn’t put me through hell. You and your brothers simply lived your lives and we did our jobs as parents to guide you when we needed to. You’re learning how to do that with Maisy and the little one growing inside of you.” The two of you resume dancing as the tears stop. “I never wanted any of you to carry that with you while growing up. It’s a lot to hold on your shoulders. But yeah, I think you and Ali would have gotten along. Eventually,” you tease, making her smile. “The two of you might have fought a lot, much like you did with your brothers. But when it came down to it, the two of you would be there for each other.”

Stevie looks past your shoulder to her husband dancing with her daughter. She takes the moment to appreciate what she has. Then she looks at you, and sees the strength that she has admired from you and from her mom. Everyday she hopes that she can represent that to her kids. “I wish I had gotten to know all of them. You make them all sound so great.”

“They were pretty great,” you confirm and the song ends and you catch Leigh’s eye across the room. She mouths something to you and though you can’t really read them from her lips, you know exactly what she was trying to say. You look back to your daughter and grin at her. “I’m so proud of you, Stevie. You’re going to have a great life. Don’t forget about your mom and I, okay? Make time to give us a call from time to time.”

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not leaving, you know? I’m just married now.”

“I know, I just had to say it. Life gets in the way sometimes. You never know what will keep you from your people if you stop paying attention.” You give her a short embrace and then take your granddaughter off of the dance floor to get her some food, allowing her parents to share another dance.

The party continues on to be a memorable night and at the end of it, you and Leigh take Maisy and the boys home. The boys say their goodnights before heading to bed. You and Leigh tuck Maisy in her mothers’ old bed and she reminds you so much of when your daughter was this little. She had fallen asleep in the car on the drive home so it wasn’t difficult to get her in bed. Which was a rare thing because she had a lot of energy and she usually refused sleep at all costs.

Crawling into bed with Leigh after getting ready for bed, you give her a sweet kiss on the lips. “I love you,” you start, “Thank you for talking me down earlier.”

She returns your kiss, “I’ve been talking you down for years, my love. There’s no need to thank me for today.”

You move on top of her, “Mmm, well, there might not be a need for it. But I definitely want to thank you. For today, all of the days before, and all of the days after.” You kiss her again, this time slower, deeper.

“Oh, I won’t say no to that,” she says as she moves her hands on your body.

“Thank you,” you kiss her neck. “Thank you,” you kiss her collarbone. “Thank you for believing in me,” you kiss the top of her breasts and slip your hand down her pajama pants and tease her through her underwear. “Thank you for loving me,” you bring your lips back to hers. “Thank you for being my partner,” you move her underwear to the side and slip your fingers inside of her. “Thank you for everything, love.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispers.

You only got to enjoy that life with Leigh and your family a few more years after that.

It was a late night. You were in another city doing press for another book. Leigh wasn’t able to join you because she was needed at home. Her mom needed a lot of assistance by then and neither of you felt right about putting her in a home. So she hired a nurse and the two of you helped Amy in any way you could.

You decided to take a stroll around the city. Many of the bars and clubs were still open but you didn’t want to go inside of any. You just wanted to watch the people as you passed them. Hopefully collect ideas for another story. Although you still had more than enough stories to tell, it wasn’t bad to find more within strangers.

There was a group of guys trying to cheer up one of their friends. He had lost a big job opportunity and his friends told you all about how much of a workaholic he was. That he needed the night out. A loud gathering of girls celebrating a bachelorette party caught your attention next. The bride-to-be was chatting with everyone she could, telling them how in love she is and how enchanting the wedding is going to be. You wished her a long and healthy marriage and she asked about your life. She cried when you showed her pictures of your family. Next were couples on dates, some were on their first with each other. You could tell by the awkward stances and the nervous smiles. You found it quite sweet. The city was alive and the night was young. Everywhere you looked, there seemed to be a story waiting to be told.

The next thing you knew, it was all over. A person, who should not have been driving, drove onto the sidewalk where you were walking. Several people were injured badly and two people died. Including you.

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footnotesandendings · 1 year ago

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Tagged by @heffer-wen, I think this is a "getting to know people better" meme? Not tagging but feel free if you want! Includes WIP snippets at the end.

last song: hmmm not a fun answer but I have a friend visiting and we were driving around earlier with So Much (for) Stardust playing in the car. I don’t remember what was playing when we parked, though, so let’s just go with the title song.

currently reading: <em>To Name the Bigger Lie</em> by Sarah Viren, which is subtitled “A Memoir In Two Stories.” The first thread is about a teacher she had in high school who was supposed to be teaching philosophy and instead took the idea of “what is truth?” and taught conspiracy theories (including Holocaust denial!!!). The second thread is about her wife (a university professor) being accused of sexual harassment. I’m only about halfway through so I don’t know how they tie together (besides the idea of “what is truth and how is it manufactured”) or how it ends.

Also friend and I have gone to several bookstores and my TBR pile is back up to 40, so. That.

currently watching: I wish I still had the ability to watch TV! When will my sports come back! (like next week, since I’m going to watch the women’s World Cup.) I do need to regain the ability to watch fictional TV other than Ted Lasso, since that’s over. I’m not open for recs at the moment but possibly soon.

latest obsession: I don’t have one right now and it makes life boring. I guess the thing I think about most while staring off into space is still Jordan/Virgil.

tall or short?: Short-ish. A little under average.

student or worker?: Worker, but with what the internet loves to call a “stupid little emails job” so do what you want with that.

colour: Blue.

flower: Ooh that’s a good question. Hmm. I planted coneflowers earlier this year and half of them died but the half that made it are just starting to bloom and I’m so proud of them, so I guess them right now.

food: Bread. Give me your carbs if you don’t want them.

WIP: A few things lurching toward being done.

1. The big Jamie hurt/comfort fic that is also ot3 and is going to be 50k by the time I add the last few scenes why does the universe make me suffer. Snip:

Then they have film review, which is boring, and he puts his jacket across his lap so he can text Keeley underneath it. She’s free after training and she’ll take him to a shop to look at planners and notebooks and then show him how to do something called bullet journaling, which sounds absolutely mad and confusing but he’ll give it a try if it makes her happy.

Roy comes over and leans down next to him just after they’ve finalized their plans. “You are either texting or having a wank under that jacket,” he says quietly, “and I don’t want to know which but either way you need to stop and pay attention.”

“I wouldn’t wank in front of all the lads,” Jamie whispers back. “That’s harassment. We watched a film about it.”

2. The one where Virgil is Virgil but Jordan went into ballet instead of football.

He was just out the doors and into the corridor when a voice came from behind him. “Excuse me.”

Virgil braced himself a little—being recognized in public was part of the job, but he was tired and his foot ached and it was a fucking medical office, for god’s sake—but stopped and looked back. “Yes?”

It was the blue-eyed man, holding out Virgil’s AirPods case. “This fell out of your pocket.”

“Oh.” Virgil went back and accepted it, noting in a distant part of his mind that the logo on the man’s jacket was a simple text one spelling out NORTHERN BALLET. “Thank you.”

The man tucked his hands in his jacket pockets. “Awful to lose those.”

“It is. But easy to do.”

That got him a faint smile, just a twist of the lips. Thin, pink lips, settled in a neatly trimmed beard. Everything about the man was meticulous, his hair gelled mercilessly into place, his fingernails short and spotless when Virgil had taken the case from him. “I’ve had to switch to buying the cheapest brand. That way I’m not out a few hundred quid every time I lose them or run them through the wash.”

“Don’t remind me.” Virgil tucked the case in his pocket and offered his hand. “I’m Virgil, by the way.”

That gets another smile, wider. “Did I play it cool enough that you didn’t know I recognized you?”

3. The one where they’re both at Liverpool but Jordan is a woman.

Virgil knows that watching a woman for half an hour without talking to her is creepy. In his defence, she's out in the middle of the training pitch, which is sort of the center of attention for anyone going in or out of the indoor facility. He had been on the way to his car with Milner and Robertson and stopped at the sound of a ball clanging off the crossbar.

"Who's that?" he'd asked, though her LFC women's team training kit narrowed it down a bit. He'd only been in Liverpool for a few weeks, though, he didn't know the women's side yet.

Robbo squinted across the pitch. "Oh. That's the women's captain. Horseface."

Milner slapped the back of Robbo's head. "Try again."

"Henderson, ow, Jordan Henderson. You don't have to hit me, the girls call her that too."

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winns-stuff · 2 years ago

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It really annoys me how much RS and the fandom are so blind to Hades' flaws and use him as an example of "guy who hates everyone except his wife" when he's nothing but a jerk who has zero charm. The way the comic calls him out on being an asshole to everyone around him but he was so nice to Persephone since the start, with Thanatos going "where has this Hades been all along" only for RS to never have Hades face any consequences for his actions. I would have honestly love to see Hades deal with people cutting ties with him because they had enough of his attitude. Instead every conflict with him goes "person calls him out - Hades whines about his issues with his dad and his dating life - person admits they are also to blame for the situation and Hades isn't so bad - Hades continues to be a jerk".

The worst is that RS never really gives a really good reason for why Hades acts the way he does. He's a jerk and he abuses his power just because he can. If she had establish that Hades had previous relationships where his ex lovers and friends were only interested in his power and title it would at least make a bit more sense why he acts the way he does, even if it still didn't excuse him mistreating others.

It's hard to feel sympathetic about him feeling lonely and unable to be with someone when it becomes obvious he's to blame for being miserable.

Thank you! I absolutely despise Hades and the way that fandom always puts that son of a bitch on a damn pedestal, it has to be one of the most infuriating and angering things I’ve ever seen in my life.

I agree with you on literally everything and I’ve also thought it was pointless to say that Hades was misunderstood and lonely and was an actual good person when we’ve never actually seen him be a good person at all. I have never seen Hades do anything nice for anyone except Persephone and that’s literally only because he wants to win her over, if you’re an actual good person you should want to do things for people by your own will not some weird ass ulterior motive, that’s not what a nice person does that’s what manipulative people do. Doing something nice or even decent for someone hoping for something in return has never been the definition of a nice person so why are we continuing to characterize Hades like this while he’s literally been doing things for his own gain this whole series.

Also, the whole “i’m misunderstood and actually very lonely” trope is used so incorrectly here. Listen, I enjoy it when creators use tropes and put their own spins to them because if it’s done right it could be very interesting and really make the story flow easier, but this is literally terrible. You can’t just say everyone is wrong about Hades and everything’s taken out of context when we have chapters of him abusing and firing employees for no reason, humiliating and verbally abusing Thanatos also for no reason, cheating with his sister in law on his own brother just because, torturing someone on behalf of a person he’s barely even known whilst he has a girlfriend. There’s plenty of valid reasons that you yourself have shown the readers about why Hades has that disgusting reputation in the first place and you’ve never fleshed him out enough in order to grow the fuck up and actually start treating people decently.

Speaking of Hades ripping someone’s eye out for Persephone, first off it was always a disgusting thing because he literally tortured a guy so much he was hospitalized and traumatized terribly. Honestly I wish Alex was less annoyed and more scared, of course Rachel couldn’t draw him like that because everyone would be uncomfortable with what Hades did, which they should’ve been in the first place honestly. But when you think about it, he probably never did the same for Minthe and she needed it way more than Persephone did. I mean honestly if Persephone just explained that Artemis left Persephone at the party and Eros got her drunk and stuffed her in Hades’ car they probably would’ve understood and took it down immediately which would’ve been better than Hades handling everything. But when we see Minthe being insulted and discriminated against Hades has no reaction or response, Minthe constantly had to take the abuse that his family unnecessarily brought to her and he never did shit about it. He cares less about his girlfriend of probably years than he does about Persephone which he met literally three days ago.

Another thing that upsets me is the way fans justify all of this. I’ve seen many people say things like “Hades must’ve had a reason to be upset!!! He’s never gotten actually angry at people before!!! He likes screwing around with people but he never means it!!”, let me let you in on a secret. Hades is always angry and when he’s angry he always means it otherwise he wouldn’t be angry. What do you mean he likes to fuck with people? This guy never lets the act down if that’s the case, we never hear Hades joking around with employees and taking back/apologizing for being rude mainly because he means it all the time. He abuses people, he is literally an abuser himself and everyone around him enables that abusive behavior. I feel like people let it slide because “at least he doesn’t treat Persephone that way!!” but that’s literally the bare minimum and I genuinely don’t think that’s gonna stand for very long either because like I said before he is an abusive person and he doesn’t care about anything or anyone except for himself and once he gets tired of Persephone he’s going to start seeing her as unworthy or replaceable just like what happened to Minthe. This type of person doesn’t just stop being a disturbing person just because they’ve added one more person to their collection he keeps adding them because it’s a pattern, they never stop until you’re aware that you have them in the first place.

Last thing I wanna say cause this is getting long but I also hate the way that my favorite tropes are being destroyed with this damn webtoon. Do you know how much I love female characters being soft and kind but also not taking shit from anyone??? Do you you know how much I love the whole “opposites attract”, “nice one x mean one”, etc. I love those tropes so much because they hold a very special place in my heart and also because if they’re done right they’re very endearing. But LO takes these tropes and sucks all the soul and joy out of them with the way they write Persephone and Hades, you can’t say that Persephone is the kind one when she’s never did anything nice for anyone and not even for Hades actually. The trope doesn’t even work for her at all, especially the whole badass side of her it also doesn’t work because the comic doesn’t allow her to be an actual badass. Like I’ve said before a lot of Persephone’s “raw” emotions are still supposed to be cutesy and sexy, she could be crying about something serious but she still needs to remain nice to look at which I think is absolutely disgusting. Let the girl cry like a normal person and stop treating her like some doll that’s nothing without their handler. Polar opposites barely count here too because the whole point of polar opposites is to have so many differences yet still share key similarities that bring you together, we can’t have that if Persephone just morphs her personality to fit Hades’ in order to make him happy, there’s no substance there. Also the nice one and mean one… They’re both incredibly evil, there’s nothing inherently good hearted with them ever so that also falls through.

Sorry, last last thing. I wish everyone would stop calling Hades a male wife, the dynamic… No everything about him is not a male wife and he’s not what they stand for at all. Male wives are supposed to be supportive, thoughtful, respectful, and attentive to their partners and partners are supposed to reciprocate that to also show their appreciation. Hades is none of these things, also stop with the Gomez comparisons because I will literally plunge my entire foot in a bucket of lava. Gomez isn’t even on the same level as that guy so there’s not even any room to say any of that. Gomez>>>>>>>>>>>>Hades.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo

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princessdreamie · 1 year ago

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DBH ending part 3

after Seth was born Lolly stepped up as his big sister and while c made sure that most of the requirements were met for his brother, he still asked for advise if their parents had a stressful time. Doesnt mean they were bad parents. But one being a ceo and the other being a bar owner was not easy to handle a baby in their environment. E eventually got along with ll to the point where he even tucks her into bed after the day was done. And even made sure she got to parties if there were kids alllowed. S was secretly happy for it, while she loved se and c the same she didnt want to give birth to another kid. One was enough. Especially after realizing what troubles they can cause at the beginning. S and ll had your typical mother-daughter relationship. They fight sometimes but they make up later on the day. C was liking her just as much. He was hoping for a sister when his mom was expecting but still is happy for a younger sib. So that all works out.

Back to the present XD

when se was starting to get hungry, he let his dad know. And we all know what tha means. Screaming until his belly is satisfied. E was calling for a maid to make some food for him. He was looking for his robot daughter but couldnt find her. He picked up se while he was checking his gps to see where she went. Normally she would jump out from the most unexpected places and await his orders. He was confused of the speed her little tiger icon went on the road but realized soon enough that she was sneaking out again. E was not allowing her to go out without his knowledge after all. After he saw where the tiger face was leading to he calmed down but made sure to remember to give her and Mitchell a scolding. by now she probably made herself known inside, so there was no way his assistant wasnt aware of the little cat girl being in the car. After he got se to stop crying and got him to eat, our fave ceo handed him to the nearest butler to lay him down. He was beaten and still had work to do. Alarm was set for 20 mins to give him a power nap. But he got woken up by his wife instead after 4 missed alarms.

Back in kindergarten

na was sitting with some of her friends, Milly(aka. mi), Tim (I guess just T XD) & Lena (Le). she was the one who came up to them to make friends and they had a good connection very early on. Mi was a wild child, climbing stuff was her favorite thing to do, even if she gave their teachers a heart attack. Tim was shy and had troubles making friends on his first few days in his class b4 he met Na. Le was deaf. She had an incident at an amusement park once at age 2, where the boxes for a show had difficulties and eventually made loud disturbing noise. Her parents were under one of those speakers and tried their best to cover her ears but she still got a lot of damage for her hearing. her hearing could be repaired but she needed to grow older for the operation to be a success.

the 4 kids played with gg and ll for a bit b4 bully and his lackey Loid (aka. lo) messed with them. Fyi, chance's school doesnt allow ai bots after some kids made pranks with them. So that was a new rule they had to follow.

Anyway, they would do that most days, the boys are either getting on their nerves or make fun of them. Na told n about her son's behavior, more than once. But every time bratty jumps in his defense. Saying he just wants to play. But he wasn't. He has been given the title 'baby bully' for a reason afterall. Although she and tim are older than him,the girls are around the same age as bully by a few weeks but this isnt saying much, he still does how he pleases in class. Their homeroom teacher, miss Trail, knew how bad he has gotten and made sure to document everything he and his friend have done in her class.

on their break, ms. Trail went up to na to comfort her, after her cousin got to her with his stupid comments. Her friends played on the slide while she stayed on the side. Gg was with her friends and ll was rebooting for an update. So she was sitting basically alone under the shades. She wasnt feeling well either and now had to wait for her meds to take effect. The teacher asked if she wanted to visit the big kids school. Her eyes lit up at her offer. The school they went to was the same where lv and c went. Their recess starts a few minutes later after they have had. Na put her little tiger friend in her jacket and they started walking to the school. The 2 waited by the gate and Ms. trail asked the little girl how her family was doing. Aside of telling her the usual things with her parents and and her aunts and uncles sometimes, she either talks her about a show she really liked at the moment or her time with the fergusons. The woman noticed pretty quickly that she wasn't very keen on her cousins. With the exception of Michael and levi, she wasnt getting along with n's kids and levis little brother was going to another school. And when asked why he is not with his big brother in the same school, he only answer was "i guess he wanted to be independent from cousin leaf". Her teacher just nodded not understanding the minds of those big wigs.

Thats why her idea to come to this school was so that whenever her little student had a hard time, they would visit her favorite relatives. She interacted with both boys occasionally and her intuition told her that the young ferguson really was looking out for her. Levi cared for her as well, but since his friend had no familiar relation to them other than his stepmom being a Stanton cousin they still treat each other as family. Thats why she had more respect for him than most other siblings she had encountered. As the time goes by Na finally felt her medicine working. Right on time for the big kids to run out. Levi was hanging with his friends while c was playing basketball with a few other kids.

One of c's friends told him that his girl cousin was visiting. When he finally saw the 2 on the gate, he waved at them and asked for a 5 minute break. Arriving infront if the girls he chit chat with both of them. Eventually her teacher tells her to tell him what happened today. And he knew from the moment he saw her face that it wasn't good. She looked sad and her eyes fell to the side. He had a feeling that it might have to do with bully. He never liked the kid. As bratty's brother was still young he witnessed his toddler behavior but didnt think much of it at that time. But now he was glad that r was back home with his own teachers his dad had chosen. Even tho he was alone with them, s made sure to let him meet kids his age in the nearby park on his lunch breaks, so that he wouldnt be to isolated.

If he met bully now, they cretainly would get into a fight. his dad made the right choice, he just wished na's parents would have realized it too. Then again, he was glad that she found good friends back there that go with her through thick and thin. He hadn't met them yet but the girl promised to introduce them to him at her birthday party next time. Her bd was coming up and invited her class and some of her other friends. She wished she could uninvite bratty and bully but her family didnt think it was a good idea since they are still her family. She wasnt sure if she feels that way still after knowing them for so long. Bratty threw her tantrums left and right and bully was making everything a nightmare.

The little grouo parted ways after she finally told him about her day, and c wasnt amused to say the least. He made himsrlf a feminder to talk to lv about this. After school, while waiting for the bus (c & lv wanted to drive with the bus for a while so they could keep chatting with their group of friends) c walked up to lv and told him what he heared from Na. Lv heared him out and tells him he will get to the bottom of this. B4 c could go back to his friends, lv asked if gg and ll were with her all the time. C just shrugged his shoulders and tells him that these 2 are never far apart of the kids normally.

Back at the Stanton's mansion

The grown ups had some tea time while they waut gor the kids to come back. N keeps talking about a problem they encountered at work. Some smuggeling i guess, make your own sense of it. Ct was sitting next to her looking at some files while the others give their 2 cents to this topic. The door opened loudly and they don't need to wonder who just came in. N's dad asked his daughter to teach her son manners. But n just retaliates thst he will grow out of it. Bratty was in her room doing homework and noticed the commotion as well. Soon after lv and na came around the corner and he had something to tell them

Flashback b4 this brat rushed inside the door

Na and lv were talking about their homework they have to do today until Bully rushed between lv and na as they walked the way to the door. He didnt even look back to see if they are ok. Lv kept his balance, his girl cousin unfortunately did not. She fell on the hard floor with her butt. she was about to cry from the pain but lv knew how to calm her down. He sang her fave part of chance's song and strocked her hair lightly. Sge still cried some tears but this song made her feel better. Lolly, who was already turned back on after her update, hugged her tightly and tigger looked back at the door, shaking his head.

Back on track.

Lv sat na on k's lap and started to inform them about her day with bully. Ct just tsked and was telling his nephew that the 'ferguson kid' might have Over Exaggerated. But gg & ll could confirmed it. Gg even showed recordings on their ipad. The speakers were on, and hearing the things her baby cousin said today again,made her feel even more upset. N called bu (bully) down to question him. B4 they saw those recordings all of them thought that he couldnt have been that bad. Bu even lied most of the time when he was asked if he was a good kid In school. Or if he played nicely with the other kids. Gg had a bad feeling whenever he answered those questions. And now he knows why. As he lied this Time again, gg replayed the recording, much to na's displeasure. His apology later didn't even feel sincere. Even ct noticed his son's annoyed undertone. N's dad again, tells her to watch his behavior. But br (bratty) heared that her brother got yelled at and came to his side to comfort him. In her opinion it is not his fault that na is so weak that she gets upset everytime someone said something bad to her. K had finally enough. He had to sit there, hearing those terrible things his daughter and as well as her friends had to endure. He was not having it with his niece's attitude. A fight broke out and na ran to her hiding place she found some time ago. It was a little cabinet with a secret hidden floor room. she would just lay there sometimes abd try to calm herself down. She turned on her little light on her watch and called c.

The ferguson parents already heared from their son and try to figure out if they should talk with them. Na might not like to be around ppl but she visited them enough to have a good relationship w/each other with their niece. While discussing it, c's mobile watch started ringing. He excused himself and answered the call after entering another room. c wasnt surprised seeing her with her barely seeing face. She would call him or her friends whenever she was in her hiding spot. Na was telling him what happened at home and ge assured her that he will be there to listen.

Their calls started once a few months ago where she had a crush on a boy in her class. She asked c for advise, even tho he never dated anyone b4. He went out with some, sure but they were obviously just after his family's fame. The boy turned out to be lo, b4 he met bu. At 1st he seemed nice. He played with her home or sometimes read books together. but one day she had to take her drops ver bad. As soon as she got her bottle out of her bag, sum1 snatched it away. And who else would it be but lo proofing himself to bu. Bc apparently being a lackey for the son of the lady of the Stanton family is better than being her friend. A teacher stepped in and lo's and na's parents were called in. And instead of saying that he wasn't alone in this, lo took all the blame so that bu could get out of trouble Scott free. Since then she hid in this place and be surrounded by dim light with sum1 to talk to that has time to hear her out. c tells ber that he will let ll stay with her for tonight and he will come pick the little tiger the next day.

At Kai' and julie's home

They bought a new home for them selves, a few months prior in her pregnancy, and the house was furnished fo their wishes. Slightly smaller than his dad's place bur still impressive nonetheless. The day b4 kai and his family left in a hurry as they still had their screaming match. Julie was not sure what to do anymore. She knows n was doing her best with her kids but after seeing the footage as proof she didnt know what to believe anymore. Na came out of her hiding spot when her parents called her name. She was secretly happy to leave but made sure to hide her emotions to not make her fam worry. Ll and gg were the only ones who said good bye as they left the house. It was not like her dad to lose his temper, with his family no less. Normally she witnessed ber dad being the butt of the joke but this time he had not pulled any punches.

Kai was still not over it what his sister and the family of hers did today. Ct was trying to calm them down in a half assed way. As if he was not even sure that there was a problem to begin with. As for their kids, they didnt even pretend to be sorry the whole time as they fought. J and k whispered to eachother on the ride home to not wake up their daughter. But ll was still awake. And she was sure enough to record their convo as well to show it to her parents. She thought that these 2 are the least 'brain dead' people she had met today.

Arriving home k brought na to her room and kept arguing with his wife. Not only over his daughter but how his family seemes to have gone off the rails lately after bu was born. There were times that they would visit e & s so they could only be around r. their son was not as arrogant as their other nephew. They didnt want to admit it but they preferred the Ferguson's home over staying with bu. c's parents felt the same way. They preferred to have their little kid stay with them than being with n's son a whole day. They even love having na around them.

On the next day

E came to k's place to pick up ll. E rejected the invitation to have some coffee inside since he was late for work anyway. Na was already talking w her friends about her up coming bd party. T was uncertain bc his parents werent in any of the circles. He got into this daycare bc his dad and the director visited the same sports bar and they got to know each other there. Na didnt care about circles anyhow. If her parents throw a party for her then they have to invite kids she actually likes. None of those business opportunities, like they normally do. Too bad that bu had the same idea as well but at the same day. Originally the Stanton's were thinking of doing his on his actual birthday but he ofc got his way. In the pretends of 'making up with his cousin'. in reality he is just a prick. K was not on board with this plan and decided to make her party at his house. The family fought about it until k and j couldnt take it anymore. Their dad was already mad about the whole fiasco b4 but now he was at his withs end.

As was as na feared. He invited most of her class to his party. And the ones he didnt invite were not close enough to either of them. Fortunately some of them didnt like bu so they gratefully accepted her party invites. The parties were on the weekend so many had time to come. But bu would just have this smug grin on his face when they drove home, thinking she will regret telling on his mom. basically, just some stupid revenge scheme of his.

Na was still bumped for the lack of guests on her list compared to her bby cousin. N felt bad for her, even try to talk about her problems with bu. But na didnt even try to listen, knowing that she wont do a thing about his behavior. Ct tried to reassure his wife that they will get over it eventually.

On the day of the party.

As expected most of her classmates came to bu's place. Even trying to show off in social media. But to their surprise E and his family arrive with some other kids that got bullied from n's kid. It wasnt difficult to check who else got ignored/mistreated by him. Their parents were ecstatic on his offer. and equally mad to know that they were still treated so badly, even after they got wind of bu's behavior. K & J were talking to some of the parents while mi and na played with her dancing game. Na was not really good at dancing. She would lose footing or even step outside the dancing mat. But mi was just loving it. Not only bc she was winning, but her energy was finally put in good use. When mi and the other 2 arrived at first, the wild girl would just jump up on furniture and dangle on the edge. A while later they got another guest at the door.

C and some of his buddies came as well. One certain friend of his was disguised with a baseball cappy and mask. When asked what his deal was, the friend tried his best to use a deeper voice but na recognized him immediately. He was one of her favorite actors in the show se likes to watch. Caught in the open, the guy put his disguise away and many of the girls at the party squeaked in delight. Fabian (Fa) played the best friend of the Heroine and he got as just as many followers/fans as his colleagues do. C was not aware of this bc fa barely talks about his work in the Media circle. But it payed off nonetheless.

Na was on edge. He favorite actor, at her party. She completely forgot about bu and his party and got the best birthday to date. Fa Even blogged about his friend's cousin and her party. The post got way more likes and comments than bu had by a long shot.

At the Stanton's

Bu was mad after seeing the new post from fa. Even his own guests saw it and some left right away to see him. N called her brother asking if it was his work. But he just laughted and tells her to not be too delusional. When she accused k of playing petty he just grinnted his teeth and answered, if it was petty to defend his daughter from a useless brat. And just hung up on her. He never talked to his sister that way, and he had to admit, it felt good.

After an hour their place was in full swing. Some older girls from c's class came to their house as well and started to flirt w him and fa. that didnt sit right with na but T dragged her to her cake. When all of the guests finally sat around her bd cake it got quiet. na made her with and the cheers got wild. Le asked if she had taken her meds yet. J was touched by her friends concern and explained to her that they gave it to he a few hours ago.

After a while the party eventually ended and aside of c & a work friend of k, the family of 3 started to get ready for bed. K's friend talks with him about an upvoming show while j gets some rest on the couch. C offered j to take na to bed, which the woman really appreciated. While the little girl finisehd her tooh brushing routine, c get a call from bratty asking what kind of friend he is. C learned over the years to not let his step cousin have her way, even if he had a little crush on her back in the day. But after bully got into the picture he noticed all the red flags of her and that she was not worth his efforts. He asked her if she really got so entitled to the point that she doenst see how her attitude affected her girl cousin's feelings forwars her and the family. Their bickering kept on going until he tells her how he really feels about her brother and wished he would have been abducted. He regretted saying that as soon as these words left his mout but by then that bitch was crying about how 'Selfish' he has become. (Like, we all know she would react that way, that's why every1 hates that bitch)

Na had her door closed so she couldnt hear everything what they talked about. But from the tone of theur voices she figured it wasnt pleasant.

Part 4 coming soon

#nicole #stanton #Nicole Stanton #Eric #Ferguson #Eric Ferguson #altenative #alternative ending #Heiress #Billionaire Heiress #Divorced Billionaire Heiress #Selena #Chance #DBH #Original is trash #Better ending

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But even Coyote agreed that regular sex was more important than pick-up basketball games at the base gym or nights at the bar.

Bahahah😂

“Damn, only took 58 days to get you to fall for me.” “I wouldn’t go that far - you’re still in your probationary period, Seresin,” you scoffed. “Your review is coming up, and I’m a little unclear if you’ve met the conditions of your contract.”

You better make it clear to her Seresin

We gotta follow the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

“We’ve spent the last three weekends together and talk every day. You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend.” “I don’t remember having that conversation.” “You’re the one who said you didn’t want casual.” After brushing his lips to your neck, he rested his temple against yours and closed his eyes, swaying slightly. A contented sigh escaped as you let yourself relax against him. “You are definitely not who I thought you were, Jake.”

Oh he's so whipped 🤭🥰

“There’s no ribbon or promotion ceremony for that, you know.” “You sure?” he asked, glancing down at his service ribbons. “Could start another row just for you.” Laughing, you stood on your toes to kiss him.

That's just so cute 😍

“I wanna wake up with my girlfriend during the week.” “You are really hung up on that, aren’t you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He really is hung up on that but thats just adorable

“Not your normal type?” Hanging his head, Jake chuckled. He’d been purposely avoiding eye contact with a couple of women he’d hooked up with all night. “Just don’t fall for the whole ‘something’s missing’ thing this time, alright?” Javy smirked, holding up his left hand and wiggling his fingers.

I love Javy for this haha, someone hast to keep Jake in check 😅

I can't 😂 this cracked me up and is the most hilarious and silly backstory for how Jake's first marriage came to

“You telling me that you were hustlin’ me tonight?” “A little.”

😏😏😏

Instead, you set your glass on the nightstand and took off your shirt, slipping back between the covers with your back to him. He locked his phone and dropped it back onto the nightstand before shedding his own shirt. Curling around you, he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder and smiled when you pressed back against him.

🥰🥰🥰

“Go away, you evil morning person.”

Literally me

“Play hooky with me,” he mumbled against your skin. When you shook your head, he lightly bit your breast before trailing kisses up your chest and throat, stopping when his lips hovered over yours. “I’ll go to sick call. You call in sick. We can spend all day relaxing.” When his thumb traced your cheek, you forced your eyes open. There was a pillow crease on his cheek, and his hair was flat on one side and spiked where your hands had run through it. It was his sleepy eyes that did you in, though.

I would not have expected Jake to be someone who plays hooky, but his sleepy eyes and bed head would have convinced me 😌

“Darlin’... you know that’s sexual harassment.” “Don’t say that,” you whispered. When he asked why, brushing away your tears, you shook your head. “‘Cause then I have to do something about it.”

I loved this line, even though it's heartbreaking because it's unfortunately such a real way to portrait it💔

Parties agree that the initial “date” is identified as the night of the contract writer’s unfortunate car accident, which will be acknowledged with annual anniversary.

😍😍😍

“That’s a lot of overnight bag packing.” “Only for 44 weeks. The next round of negotiations is going to include moving in together.” “You’re pretty confident that we’re gonna reach annual negotiations.” “Darlin’, I have a feeling we’re gonna be doing this for a long time.” Jake heard your breath catch. After a moment, you cleared your throat.

Ahhhh I love their banter 🥰🫶🏻

“Can’t kiss my girlfriend first?” “No title changes are approved until you’ve signed.” Sighing, he grabbed the pen from his flight suit pocket and clicked it.

You gotta do it right ☝🏻

As soon as both copies of the contract - you’d insisted that you each need a copy - were signed, Jake shoved your slacks down your legs and pressed your cheek to the kitchen counter as he showed you exactly how much he loved being your boyfriend.

D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 6

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 5.9k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 5 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 6

Jake slid his sunglasses on while exiting the Vigilantes hanger. He was supposed to meet Coyote for lunch - an apology for blowing him off for the last three weekends. But with you standing firm on the no weeknights sleepovers, it was the only time he was able to see you. After waking you up with his tongue between your legs, he’d thought you’d cave, but no luck. Instead, he was stuck trading texts and phone calls during the week. But even Coyote agreed that regular sex was more important than pick-up basketball games at the base gym or nights at the bar.

Jake cast a critical eye over the jets as he walked the flight line. The maintenance crews were among the best in the world, but all it took was one rookie pilot just out of flight school to damage millions of dollars in equipment. As part of his TOPGUN training, he’d been charged with helping train some of those kids, which was an exercise in patience. Thankfully he wasn’t the only TOPGUN grad stationed on Lemoore, so the responsibilities were pretty evenly shared.

A small group of people was standing around the Rough Raiders hanger - a mix of khaki, flight suits, and civilians. He paused midstep at the sight of you climbing a jet ladder, a guy in a flight suit standing below and checking out your ass. You hadn’t mentioned being on base when you talked last night. Tucking his tongue into his cheek, he watched you climb into the F-35 and look up at the canopy as the pilot quickly scaled the ladder. He handed you his helmet, and Jake watched as you grinned and put it on before sitting. From the distance and angle, he couldn’t see you well but clocked the guy’s grin and as he reached into the cockpit. He felt a spike of irritation and shoved his clenched fists into his pockets before remembering he was in uniform. Smoothing down his khakis, he forced himself to walk away.

Coyote was waiting by his Jeep when Jake reached the Sidewinder offices. With a nod, he got into the car and cranked the engine, blasting the air conditioning. Coyote glanced at his friend and smirked, “Who pissed in your Cheerios?”

“No one,” he grumbled, snapping the door shut. “Joe’s sound good, or did you want to hit the food court?”

“Let’s get the hell off base. Gotta tell you about this damn kid.”

Your phone buzzed, alerting you to motion outside your front door before it chimed. Sighing, you dropped the dirty clothes you were sorting and reached into your pocket, pulling up the app to see Jake looking down at the camera. Stepping over the pile of clothes, you closed your bedroom door before letting him in. “Hey - didn’t realize you were coming over.”

“Just thought I’d stop by,” he shrugged. As soon as the door was closed, he backed you into it and braced his forearm over your head. Your hands rested on his chest as he kissed you slowly, the scent of his cologne - something smokey and spicy - washing over you. “Saw you on the flight line today.”

“Had the 60-day post-delivery meeting for the Lightnings,” you explained when his lips pressed against your throat. Jake smiled, slipping his hand under the hem of your shirt to lightly stroke your back, pinky anchored into the waistband of your slacks.

“That means it’s been 60 days since we met?”

“Technically 58 - we had to schedule the meeting early.”

“Damn, only took 58 days to get you to fall for me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far - you’re still in your probationary period, Seresin,” you scoffed. “Your review is coming up, and I’m a little unclear if you’ve met the conditions of your contract.”

“Oh yeah?” He shifted so his body pressed against yours, pinning you in place. “Pretty sure I’ve been the ideal boyfriend - I’ve made you dinner a couple of times, followed your stupid sleepover rule, watched your shitty movies - ”

“You’re getting points docked for insulting my taste.”

“Made you cum six ways from Sunday.” You felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he smirked.

Smiling sweetly, you cupped him, squeezing lightly when he pressed into your hand. His teeth dug into his lower lip when you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “All requests for title changes will be reviewed and, if approved, authorized following the 30-day evaluation - i.e., changing ‘guy I’m seeing’ to ‘boyfriend.’” When he opened his mouth to reply, you laughed while ducking out from under his arm. “We may have met 58 days ago, but we’ve only been seeing each other for three weeks. Better be on your best behavior for another week, or we’ll terminate the contract.”

You made it three steps before Jake’s arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you back against his chest. “We’ve spent the last three weekends together and talk every day. You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend.”

“I don’t remember having that conversation.”

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want casual.” After brushing his lips to your neck, he rested his temple against yours and closed his eyes, swaying slightly. A contented sigh escaped as you let yourself relax against him.

“You are definitely not who I thought you were, Jake.”

“Took you 58 days to realize that, darlin’?” he teased, a hint of an accent coloring his words.

“My sweet, sexy Southern guy I’m seeing.”

“Boyfriend.”

“You’re really angling for that promotion.”

“Put in my time and earned it on merit.” Shaking your head, you let out a heavy sigh while turning in his arms. He took your left hand, pulling it behind your back and holding you close. Your right hand lifted to tap the ribbon bar pinned to his chest, just under his golden wings.

“There’s no ribbon or promotion ceremony for that, you know.”

“You sure?” he asked, glancing down at his service ribbons. “Could start another row just for you.” Laughing, you stood on your toes to kiss him.

“You staying for dinner? I was just going to get something delivered and catch up on chores since someone has been keeping me busy over the weekends, and I haven’t had a chance to clean.”

“Let’s go out - grab a couple of drinks and a burger at the bar. Feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I saw you on Sunday, it’s only Wednesday.”

“Exactly.” Chuckling, you slipped out of his arms, his fingers tightening around yours before releasing, and walked towards your room to swap your slacks for jeans.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You didn’t miss me?” he asked, following you to lean against your bedroom doorframe. Turning, you felt a flutter in your stomach at the sight of him, a softly teasing smirk playing on his lips, and a hint of mischief in his green eyes.

“Not even a little,” you lied.

His answering laugh let you know he didn’t believe you.

“That’s disgusting,” Jake grimaced, pulling a face as he handed you back your beer. You rolled your eyes, reaching over to wipe a bit of the watermelon gose foam from his upper lip.

“It’s better than your IPA.” Shaking his head, he took a swig to wash away the taste before looking around the bar. You’d had low hopes for the beer selection when you’d walked inside what was clearly a pilot hangout but had been pleasantly surprised that they carried a local brewery on tap.

“Wanna grab a seat or play some pool? There’s an open table.”

“Let’s play.” Grinning, he took your hand and led you to the back of the bar, where three tables were lined up. After placing his beer on the table rail, Jake grabbed two cues from the wall as you retrieved the balls from the pockets.

“We playing for fun, or do you want to make it interesting?” he asked, grabbing the triangle and racking the balls.

“We’re not playing strip pool in public.” His laugh drew the attention of the table next to you, and he walked towards you. When he reached to slip his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, you shifted so your ass was pressed against the table. As much as you enjoyed Jake’s hands on you, there were too many people around that you might have to work with one day. Better to keep the PDA to a reasonable level.

“Not what I was gonna suggest, but I like where your mind went,” he said, placing his hands on the table beside your hips. Cocking his head, his gaze drifted from your face to the hint of cleavage your blouse allowed.

“My eyes are up here, Lieutenant. What do you want to bet?” Taking his lower lip between his teeth, Jake shook his head.

“I wanna wake up with my girlfriend during the week.”

“You are really hung up on that, aren’t you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What can I say? I think your snores are cute.”

“I do not snore!”

“You do,” he countered, leaning close enough to whisper in your ear. “Make these hot little moans when you’re sleeping, too. Makes me want to roll you onto your back and slide into that sweet - ”

“Jacob Michael!” you hissed, face flushed.

“Damn. First and middle name,” someone said. You glanced over Jake’s shoulder as his head fell to the crook of your neck, groaning softly. A guy in a flight suit stood there, grinning. “What’d you do to piss her off, Hangman?”

“Fuck off, Coyote.” Jake shifted to sit on the table beside you, hunched over and rubbing his brow.

“Javy Machado,” the man said, extending a hand. “But everyone calls me Coyote. You must be the woman this asshole can’t stop talking about.” Laughing, you introduced yourself while shaking his hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Jake said you two went to the Academy together?”

“We did. Got stuck with him during our plebe summer.”

“Oh. So you know all the embarrassing college stories.”

“He tell you about the time he lost a uniform race and almost broke his nose running into the wall during an Around the World?”

“I didn’t understand what you said, but tell me more,” you grinned.

“Did you need something?” Jake asked, glaring at his friend.

“Basically, our detailer - ”

“We’re trying to play a game. See you later, Coyote.” Standing, Jake turned his friend around and playfully shoved him between his shoulders.

“It was nice meeting you!” you called after him. “And don’t worry - we’ll talk.”

“I’ll see you around. And don’t let him hustle you at pool.” Jake sighed when he turned to see you sipping your beer, eyes sparkling over the rim of the glass.

“Ignore everything he says.”

“Absolutely not. He is definitely coming over for dinner one night so I can hear all about baby Seresin. And it’s good to know that you hustle pool.”

“I don’t hustle, darlin’ - I’m just good.”

“Is that right? Then why, exactly, should I even bother betting against you?”

“I’ll give you a two-ball handicap.”

“Four.”

“Two.”

“Three, and I get to move the white ball every other turn.”

“Two ball handicap and you can move the cue ball twice.”

“Fine, but we’re doing best two out of three.”

“Alright. What do you want if you win?”

“I want…” you tapped your upper lip and laughed when Jake moved your hand to kiss you.

“Didn’t need to bet to get me to kiss you, darlin’.” Playfully, you shoved him away and stood.

“I want one no questions asked favor that I can call in whenever I need.” After a moment, he nodded.

When you failed to break the rack during your first shot, Jake grinned as you hung your head and groaned. His shot sank a striped ball, and he hit another one before missing. After nudging two of your solids into a pocket, you took a shot that bounced off the railing. He winked while lining up his shot, not even looking as he hit the cue ball, knocking in two of his stripes.

The first game was over quickly, and he grinned against your pouting lips before drinking half of his beer. “Should we stop at the store and get some of your flavored coffee shit for my place?” he teased.

“Don’t act like you don’t like my flavored creamer and syrups, Mr. Honey Lavender Latte.”

“That’s Lieutenant Honey Lavender Latte,” he smirked, tugging a strand of your hair. “Want me to help?”

“Fine,” you huffed. Jake reracked the balls and stood at the end of the table as you broke, enjoying the peek down your shirt as you bent over the table. After hitting a solid in and purposely missing his second shot, he watched as you circled the table to pick your angle while sipping your beer. When you stopped in front of him and dropped the cue ball back onto the table, he helped position your hand into a closed bridge and pointed to where you should aim. Placing his hand on your wrist, he stepped behind you so your ass pressed against his crotch when you leaned over the table.

“During the stroke, give it the right amount of thrust,” he said, stacking his hand behind yours on the pool stick. Glancing over your shoulder at him, you shifted your weight and watched him bite his lip. “Behave.” When the ball sank into the pocket, you stood and grinned, quickly pecking his lips before lining up the next shot, waiting expectantly for him to help.

You took the opportunity to tease him at every turn.

When you knocked the eight ball in and won the round, Jake couldn’t help but grin when you threw up your hands in celebration, shoulders shaking as you wiggled your hips in a victory dance. Unable to stop himself, he wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you back into his chest to press a kiss to your neck. Your excitement was adorable, even though he was turned on and frustrated as hell. One more round, a stop by your apartment, and then straight into his bed for some teasing of your own. And he wouldn’t have to walk you to your damn rental car and wait for a text to say you were home safely.

“Wanna grab dinner before the tie-breaker?” you asked.

“If you wanna prolong the inevitable.” Narrowing your eyes, you stuck out your tongue and danced out of the way when he moved to smack your ass.

“Go get us a table. I’m going to use the restroom.” With a quick kiss, you made your way through the crowd in the direction he’d pointed while Jake grabbed your empty glasses and returned them to the bar. He clapped Coyote on the back when he saw his friend waiting to close out his tab.

“She seems nice,” Coyote said.

“I really like her, Javy.” Jake felt his scrutinizing gaze and shook his head, meeting his friend’s eyes. “She is…”

“Never gonna let me live that one down, are you?”

“Hey, I’m not the one who got married because their girlfriend of three months posted on Facebook that their ring finger was empty.” Jake grimaced, pushing away the memory of proposing to his ex-wife while drunk on Bourbon Street after she’d been pouting all night that all of her friends were getting married and having babies. The next day, he’d opened his first credit card to replace the straw wrapper ring with one she picked out on base at the NEX and bought his matching wedding band.

His ring was now on the bottom of the Pacific. He’d tossed it off the carrier after signing the divorce papers.

“You know who that is?” Javy asked, nodding to where you were chatting with some guy in a flight suit. Jake shook his head, watching as you smiled, and waved a hand across your eyes before drawing a circle in the air. Your brows furrowed as the guy said something, and then you laughed and shook your head. Jake moved when the guy grinned and cupped your cheek, turning your head left and right.

He recognized the guy. It was that pilot from earlier.

“Shit,” Javy muttered, watching as you took a step back and nodded.

“There you are,” Jake said, dropping his arm across your shoulders and kissing the side of your head. “Ready to grab a table?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Jake, this is - ”

“Hangman.”

“Rebound,” he replied, shaking Jake’s extended hand.

“You’re with the Rough Raiders?” he asked, nodding at the other man’s patch.

“Yeah. You?”

“Vigilantes.”

“Lieutenant Karrow was nice enough to let me see what the 360 camera array on the Lightning looks like from inside his helmet,” you said, trying to diffuse the tension between the two men.

“All that tech must be nice. Sounds like the 35 pretty much flies itself,” Jake said. Rebound smirked.

“Vigilantes are still in the 18s, right? I used to fly one, but the 35s are great. I love the 10K higher ceiling and better maneuverability. Plus, the whole being able to fire on an enemy behind you with all that tech.”

“If you’re lucky enough for them not to get tone on you by that point.”

“When you’re in a stealth craft, it doesn’t happen very often.”

“Right. All that tech makes the pilot's job easier,” Jake smirked. Rebound scowled, and your smile was fixed as you looked up at him.

“Actually, Hangman,” you said, emphasizing his call sign. “Have you heard that the dogfighting rating is better for the 35 than the 18? The stealth capabilities help, but once the missile bays open, the radar-absorbent skin is slightly impacted, so the pilots have to have combat skills. I’m sure you agree that the Navy wouldn’t send just anyone up in the air with an aircraft that costs $80 million a pop. Our infrared tech definitely helps since it can pick up on aircraft not showing up on radar by finding those heat signatures. Oh, and the ‘hive mind’ communication ability to share data between the 35s in the air - totally helpful when engaging the enemy. Not to mention the whole helmet capabilities. Our engineers, ugh, they did so well with that,” you said, shrugging off Jake’s arm and smiling at Rebound. “I don’t know about you, Karrow, but I really think the ability to just look at a target and engage is a hell of a lot better than having to reposition your jet to get your nose on target to even have a chance of getting a hit has its advantages in a dogfight.”

“Definitely,” Rebound grinned. Jake’s jaw clenched as you crossed your arms.

“That’s not even considering that we’re implementing a $15 billion upgrade with the Block 4 F-35s. We’re increasing power and data storage by a factor of 25 while incorporating 17 new weapons systems. And improving fuel efficiency by 25%. And while that’s pretty fucking phenomenal, unfortunately, we didn’t get the bid for the sixth-gen F/A-XX that the Navy ordered to replace the Super Hornet since those are actually deteriorating faster than the Hornets did, and production is ending in 2025. So you’ll probably have to get used to flying with more tech at some point in your career, Hangman.”

Jake didn’t like the thinly veiled anger or forced smile on your face. “You never know, darlin’. Hopefully, I’ll still be in the cockpit when those get off the production line.”

“Hopefully.” Your voice was clipped as you turned your attention to Karrow, who raised an eyebrow. “Thanks again for this afternoon, I really appreciate it. Have a goodnight, Jackson.”

“You too. And, uh, you know where to find me if you ever want to get another up-close look at the 35.” Karrow’s eyes darted over to Jake, whose jaw ticked. You smiled at Jake with a nod before turning on your heel and walking out of the bar.

He hesitated a beat before nodding at Karrow. His eyes darted to where Coyote stood at the bar and tilted his head. Coyote lifted his chin, pinning his gaze on Rebound, who smirked at Jake’s back before returning to his group of friends.

Outside, you looked down at your phone, comparing the pick-up time for two rideshare apps through bleary eyes and trying not to blink. If you didn’t blink, the tears building in your eyes wouldn’t fall, and you wouldn’t be crying.

“Darlin’?”

“Go away.”

“Baby, talk to me.”

“Go away, Jake. Please.” You refused to look at him as he stood beside you.

“Don’t get a car. Lemme drive you home.” When you didn’t say anything, he sighed. “Sweetheart.”

“Fine.” Locking your phone, you slipped it into your back pocket and made your way across the parking lot to his truck. Your hand rested on the handle as he unlocked it, not even giving him the opportunity to open your door. As soon as he cranked the engine, you reached over to turn up the music to a volume that discouraged conversation; his 2000s country music flooded the cab. When he reached over to place his hand on your leg, you turned away from him and stared out the window. His hand flexed on the shifter.

Even though you almost jumped out of the truck when he parked outside your apartment, mumbling goodnight, Jake followed you upstairs. The tight grip you had on your tears was faltering as you unlocked the door, and he pushed inside behind you. “Can you leave, please?” you said softly.

“Talk to me, darlin’. Tell me what I did wrong.” Your back was turned to him, and your head dropped, hands lifting to cover your face. Your sharp inhale echoed in the quiet apartment, and his feet were moving before his brain caught up. His arms wrapped around your waist as he cradled you to his chest, pressing kisses to your shoulders as you trembled. When your first sob burst free, he turned you, cradling your head and gently rocking, pressing kisses into your hair.

“I f-fuckin’ h-hate my j-job,” you gasped into his chest. Jake frowned, humming rather than responding as your grip on the back of his shirt tightened. His hands slid down your body, one landing on your ass while the other encouraged your leg over his hip. Crouching, he lifted you off your feet, legs wrapping around his waist, and walked into your bedroom, gently depositing you on your bed. After kicking off his shoes and taking off his khaki shirt, he knelt in front of you and took off your shoes, tossing them towards your closet. As you moved towards the pillows, you wiggled off your jeans, dropped them over the side of the bed, and shrugged off your bra under your shirt. He grabbed them both and put them in the laundry basket before taking off his pants and joining you under the covers.

“Gonna tell me what’s going on?” he asked, gently wiping away your tears.

“‘M sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“Our night was ruined because of that… because he….”

“Night wasn’t ruined.”

“I’m actually pretty good at pool.”

“What?” he frowned at the change in topic.

“I-I played a lot growing up. At the base youth centers after school, and my grandparents bought me this game table when we came back stateside. It had pool and air hockey, and ping pong. My grandpa was really good at pool, and we’d play every time he visited.” Chuckling, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You telling me that you were hustlin’ me tonight?”

“A little.”

“I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.” Biting your lower lip, you ran your knuckle along his jaw, his stubble rasping against your skin. He gently took your wrist and kissed your palm when you reached his chin. When you met his gaze, his green eyes were soft and filled with concern. Closing your eyes, you moved closer and tucked your head under his chin. Jake sighed, holding you tightly as your legs tangled. “At the risk of sounding like a jealous boyfriend, he shouldn’t have touched you.” He felt you tense, but you didn’t say anything.

Jake felt your breathing even and was almost asleep himself when he heard you murmur, “I don’t hate the 18.” A smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a kiss into your hair.

“Glad to hear that, darlin’. You’re a damn good saleswoman - almost had me wanting to drop that $80 million, even though it’s more expensive than what you told me the first time we met.”

“‘S the engine that adds the $5 million,” you yawned. “But you’d get the discount.”

“Only took 58 days to earn that.”

When you woke in the middle of the night and slipped out of bed, Jake grabbed his phone to check the time. There was a text from Coyote asking if everything was okay, and he quickly typed back a message saying they’d talk. When you came back into the bedroom with a glass of water, he waited for you to say he needed to leave.

His alarm went off before yours. Groaning, you pulled the pillow over your head as he turned it off. A strong arm wrapped around your middle and tugged you across the bed, leaving your pillow behind as you grumbled. “Morning, grumpy,” Jake’s sleep-rasped voice teased as he rolled you onto your back. He kissed you softly, brushing the hair from your face before lightly tapping your cheek. “Lemme see those pretty eyes, darlin’.”

“Go away, you evil morning person.” Laughing lowly, he pushed back the covers and lowered his head to kiss the curve of your breast before sucking on your nipple. You inhaled sharply, pressing against his mouth as your hand buried in his hair.

“Fine,” you whispered and smiled against his mouth when he kissed you. After a few minutes spent trading lazy kisses, he pulled himself out of bed and dressed. Before he left, he ensured you texted your boss and promised to return in a few hours.

True to his word, he was back by 9:00AM and quickly changed out of his uniform into a pair of Navy sweats and a t-shirt while you made him a honey lavender latte that he loved to hate.

Slowly, over the course of the morning, he got you to talk. You reluctantly told him why you were so mad yesterday - as much as Karrow touching you had pissed you off, you still had to work with him, and Jake’s posturing could make it awkward. He apologized and had to rein in his anger when you avoided his eyes when he asked if people touched you at work like that. When you tried to say it wasn’t a big deal, that it was the comments and looks that were worse, he saw red.

“Darlin’... you know that’s sexual harassment.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered. When he asked why, brushing away your tears, you shook your head. “‘Cause then I have to do something about it.”

With your face buried in his chest, you told him about leaving Florida after an awkward breakup. Your ex had moved into your apartment slowly, spending more and more nights at your place even though you’d told him you didn’t want to live together. When his lease was up, he’d expected you to add him to yours and had even told his roommate that he was moving out before talking to you about it. He’d told a mutual friend he was planning to propose, and you quickly ended it. When the opportunity to come to California came up, you jumped at it.

Jake reluctantly talked about his past. He said he was lonely at his first base and had trouble finding his footing in his new squadron. He was throwing himself into work and needing to prove that he’d earned his career as an aviator, so he made some stupid decision. Another new aviator, Bradshaw, had called him Hangman after an exercise, and the callsign had stuck. He hated it. He hated that he would always be reminded of the arrogant twenty-year-old kid he’d been. So it was easier to lose himself in a relationship that wasn’t good. He’d loved his ex-wife, and loved the stability their marriage gave him, but knew that she was cheating on him when he deployed. When he got orders to California, she stayed for three months before returning to New Orleans. She’d had some health problems, so they stayed married so she could stay on his health insurance. They’d only divorced because she’d wanted to remarry.

Later, your linked fingers were pinned over your head, Jake’s weight holding you down as he slowly rolled his hips. No matter how much you begged him to go faster, harder, he kept to the slow rhythm, straining to hold still when you both got too close to the edge. He savored the way you gasped his name against his lips. He let go of one of your hands to wipe a strand of sweaty hair from your face and smiled at your glazed expression when your eyes met his. “Please,” you whined. He caught your hand as it drifted between you and shook his head. After he kissed your palm, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him close, biting his lower lip. “Please, Jake.”

Unable to deny you anything, his fingers drew slow circles around your clit. He crushed his lips to yours, forcing you to swallow the three small words that almost slipped out as you clenched around him.

A week later, Jake sat in his office, staring at his sister’s post celebrating his parent’s wedding anniversary. She’d used their last family picture - his graduation from the Academy.

He hated that picture. Hated thinking about that fucking day. Hated that his first salute as an ensign had gone to a man who encouraged him to keep up the Navy tradition of having a girl in every port as his mother stood beside him, a smile hiding her hurt. It wasn’t a secret that his father had done exactly that during his naval service.

The phone buzzed, and his eyes flitted up to see a text. What’s your email?

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he quickly typed out his personal email address and sent it back to you. Two minutes later, a new message appeared in his inbox with an attached document.

30-Day Contract Review Results

Upon review of the initial “Dating” contract between the two parties identified below, it is determined that all clauses and conditions have been met. It is recommended that parties continue with the contract, entering an exclusive and monogamous relationship. Parties agree that the initial “date” is identified as the night of the contract writer’s unfortunate car accident, which will be acknowledged with annual anniversary.

Recommend the following updates to the contract:

Strike ‘person I’m seeing’ and replace with boyfriend/girlfriend as appropriate

Strike zero-tolerance weeknight sleepover policy and authorize two weeknight stays

Writer will not be required to assist with remaking hospital corners when staying at the contracting partner’s house

Contracting partner will acknowledge that writer does not snore

Writer will purchase supplies for honey lavender lattes for both households

Contracting partner will not disparage the writer’s film preferences

Parties will agree to an annual review of the contract, with ad hoc meetings to discuss clauses and conditions as they arise

The signatures below serve as an agreement to identified contract recommendations. The next review will occur on the acknowledged annual anniversary.

Your signature was already on the bottom of the document, and there was a signature line for him.

Laughing, Jake pulled up your phone number and called you.

“Yes?” He could hear the smile in your voice.

“Are you open to negotiating the number of authorized weeknight stays? Cause I’m thinking four is a better number.”

“At that point, we would only have one night away from each other when taking weekends into consideration.”

“I’m fine with that. Three nights at your place, three at mine.”

“That’s a lot of overnight bag packing.”

“Only for 44 weeks. The next round of negotiations is going to include moving in together.”

“You’re pretty confident that we’re gonna reach annual negotiations.”

“Darlin’, I have a feeling we’re gonna be doing this for a long time.” Jake heard your breath catch. After a moment, you cleared your throat.

“I’ll agree to three weeknights, Lieutenent Seresin. Final offer.”

“Make the edit, and I’ll sign it when I see you tonight.”

“Fine. I’ll see you tonight, Lieutenant.”

“See you tonight,” he grinned as the call disconnected, already planning on running back to his place to pack an overnight bag.

But when he got to his house, your car was idling on the side of the road. He parked the truck in the garage, making sure to leave enough space for your vehicle. When you pulled into the driveway, he motioned you forward until you were parked beside him. “You’re ruining my plan to scandalize the neighbors,” you huffed when he opened the car door.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of opportunities for that,” he chuckled, taking the plastic bag you held out. Inside was an assortment of coffee stuff.

“First thing first, Seresin. Grab a pen.”

“Can’t kiss my girlfriend first?”

“No title changes are approved until you’ve signed.” Sighing, he grabbed the pen from his flight suit pocket and clicked it.

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Author's Note: This chapter covers a lot. Thanks for the patience when it came to writing it - between the themes, researching the F-35, and recovering from having guests, I've been exhausted. Hopefully the banter made up for the angst, and you liked seeing a bit more of each of their background. Kinda funny, but my brother in law proposed to his first wife for that same reason Jake did - a Facebook post of an empty hand.

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jdgo51 · 8 months ago

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Outserve Each Other

Today's inspiration comes from:

Praying the Scriptures for Your Marriage

by Jodie Berndt

"Married life is waking up early to preheat your spouse’s car in the winter (and then taking ten dollars out of their wallet as a tip for your services)."

“'Be ready to do whatever is good.” “Use whatever gift you have received to serve others.” “Serve one another humbly in love.”'1

"'Our contemporary culture holds a dim view of service — we’d rather be served than serve — but

at some gut-instinct level, we know that putting our spouse’s needs ahead of our own makes for a healthy and enjoyable marriage. Paul’s counsel to husbands and wives to “submit to one another” sounds like the right thing to do.2 But knowing the right thing to do and actually doing it are two different things. Which is why, just a few verses earlier, Paul gives us the critical how-to: “Be filled with the Spirit.”

Being filled with the Spirit allows us to love others in ways that don’t always come naturally. It empowers us to let go of our self-centered desires and live lives marked by things like patience, goodness, gentleness, and self-control.3 And it marks us with the same self-sacrificing humility that Jesus displayed, whether He was washing His disciples’ dirty feet or, as Philippians 2:8 puts it, humbling Himself and becoming “obedient to death — even death on a cross!”

This Philippians passage, with its call to “have the same mindset as Christ Jesus” (2:5) — loving as He did, pursuing unity as He did, putting others first as He did — offers a template for our relationships.4 Early in our marriage, Robbie and I heard Dr. Tony Evans talk about what this pattern looked like in his own marriage. Having purposed to value each other’s interests ahead of their own, Evans and his wife began going out of their way to help each other. At some point, Evans said, it became a contest — one he found himself losing.

“I couldn’t believe it,” Evans said with a laugh. “She was out serving me. I had to figure out how to catch up!”

Evans’s message took hold in our hearts, and Robbie and I began looking for opportunities to honor each other. Robbie likes things tidy, and while I knew I couldn’t match his mother’s “get the dust off the top of the refrigerator” talent, the kids and I began playing “beat the buzzer” every night before he came home. I’d set the kitchen timer and we’d scramble to pick up toys and clean the counters. On my good days, I’d even rummage in my purse to find the lip gloss as Robbie’s car pulled into the driveway. (And if I just lost half of the women readers, I’m sorry. But never once did I feel like I was caught in some 1950s time warp. Instead, I saw these little acts of service — and my lips, on some days — as, to use our friend Davis’s word, “beautiful.”)

For his part, Robbie began doing things like vacuuming my (dog-hair-and-Cheerios-infested) car or bringing me coffee — sometimes from an actual coffee shop, which he knows is my love language and counts double on the service scale, since a little part of him dies inside every time he pays for something we can get for free at home.

Serve your spouse. Cherishing them as precious.

Somewhere along the way — we can’t pinpoint when — something shifted inside us. We began to truly enjoy these tangible ways to show love and respect. It became, like our friend Lisa says, a “pleasure and a delight.” And although I don’t feel deserving of Robbie’s tenderness, the word he uses for the way he regards me is cherish, and when I noticed that a book by that title had been published, I grabbed it.

“Millions of couples,” writes author Gary Thomas, “have pledged ‘to love and to cherish, till death do us part.’” Most of us understand the love part and the implied vow to serve and commit to one another, but it is the act of cherishing, Thomas says, that “turns marriage from an obligation into a delight. It lifts marriage above a commitment to a precious priority.”5

Serving your spouse — cherishing them as precious — looks different in every marriage. Bob took his children to garage sales on Saturday mornings, not because they needed more stuff, but because it gave his wife, Anne, a chance to have the house to herself at the start of the weekend. Whit turns the bed down every night and puts his wife, Susan’s, iPad on her pillow, since he knows she loves to read. I stopped wearing ruffles (after having an umpteen hundred of them on my puffball of a wedding dress) when I learned (later) that they don’t appeal to Robbie.

None of these things are “grand” gestures. They may go unmarked by everyone but our spouse. And yet

in a social media age when everyone wants to be seen and noticed, it is exactly these little gifts of time, these self-sacrificing kindnesses, that kindle lasting love in a marriage. “Real romance,” writes Ann Voskamp, “isn’t measured by how viral any wedding proposal goes — and viral is closely associated with sickness — but it’s the moments of self-forgetfulness: Setting the table at the end of a long day and rustling up some hearty dish for those who have your heart, and then — without any cameras rolling or soundtracks playing — clearing the plates to make your own love perfectly clear — this is the way of robust romance.”6

Robust romance. Isn’t that what we all want? The way to get there isn’t through grasping; it is through yielding. Yielding our plans, our desires, our very self — and submitting out of reverence for the One who is Love Himself to the one whom we cherish.

Remember

Serve one another humbly in love. — Galatians 5:13

Reflect

We love because God first loved us. The more we soak up this truth, the more our love will increase and overflow for our spouse. Think about your own awareness of God’s love for you. Do you sense His delight? Do you feel forgiven? Can you trace a link between your relationship with the Lord and your desire to serve and honor your spouse?"'

Titus 3:1; 1 Peter 4:10; Galatians 5:13. Ephesians 5:18. These traits and the other fruit of the Spirit are listed in Galatians 5:22–23 (ESV). Philippians 2:5. Gary Thomas, Cherish: The One Word That Changes Everything for Your Marriage (Grand Rapids: Zondervan, 2017), 17. Ann Voskamp, Waymaker: Finding the Way to the Life You’ve Always Dreamed Of (Nashville: W Publishing, 2022), 71. Excerpted with permission from Praying the Scriptures for Your Marriage by Jodie & Robbie Berndt, copyright Jodie Berndt.

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becausewearebadmemories · 1 year ago

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Kenyan Sponsors & Sex

A once respectful title given to large organizations that would give financial assistance to smaller, promising enterprises has been tarnished by the recent craze of calling older, rich, promiscuous men who love to lure younger women. The title: SPONSOR

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Why are men gladly taking up this title and why are women not ashamed to admit that they are enjoying this current trend? MONEY: God made man, man made money, money made man mad. Young ladies especially in university are pressuring each other to give in to this madness. It usually starts with a once simple lady from the village who comes to the city to be educated but along the way she meets an old rich man who promises to give her all the material possessions she desires. Her equally struggling friend realizes that she too can acquire material wealth if she finds an old rich man willing to give her what she wants. The two then use their social media to brag about all they have acquired and are not ashamed to say how they acquired it, encouraging other young girls to follow the same trend. Then to make it worse we have the likes of the singer Akothee going ahead and asking ladies what they call their “benefactor”. I have admired Akothee’s strength and resilience for a long time but after that song was released, I am no longer a fan.

The older perverted men on the other hand have discovered an easy way to get the ‘young, innocent p*ssy (for lack of a better word) that they have been desiring. They know all they need to do is spend money, & they completely disregard the impact on their wives and children. After all, who cares if you have an affair with your daughter’s age mate? Who cares about the humiliation your family will go through, the example that you set for your children, the diseases you will spread, or the reduced time, attention and love shown to your family? All that doesn’t matter to this mannerless babas because their daily 1.5 minutes (I doubt any of these bastards can go longer than this) of pleasure is what matters most to them.

So now we have men with mistresses and neither are ashamed of it. There is a detrimental effect to our society already witnessed by increased family killings. The likes of Joseph Kori and his mistress Wangui Mungai who are the main suspects behind the murder of Kori’s wife. If we continue this ‘sponsor’ trend, we will have the number of “deaths by mistress” competing with “death by road accidents” in this country. I wish I could give a concrete solution for this, but all I can say is we need to make it clear to our loved ones what’s most important in life. Fancy cars, holidays and houses are nice, but they have never and will never make anyone achieve self-actualization. If you are having issues with your wife, discuss it with her honestly and find a way to solve the issue instead of running away from the issue and blaming her for the failing marriage (same goes for women having issues with their husbands). The issue here being sex, since apparently that’s the only reason people have affairs. Communicate! Say what the issue is, discuss solutions, find a way to go about it…Sex is a two-way street, if it is not working, both are to blame in one way or another. Don’t go blaming the other person, there is something that YOU can do to make things better, & it’s not cheating.

“Money had never made man happy, nor will it, there is nothing in its nature to produce happiness. The more of it one has the more one wants.” Benjamin Franklin

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chanelfunnell · 2 years ago

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Mail,

A) anon, yes, Shaw and deBrincat's 1st boor. children are their spitting image

You see Shaw in his baby daughter. Andy aka Andrew lol. What a gift lol

B) no big sightings or meet up of the Pens ladies and Kathy Leutner so far.. The last one was Winter Classics. No more merch to promote recently.

C) anon, yes, definitely Prince Harry has copied Shaw as former Puck bunny Meghan keeps eyes not on the Pens but what's up in NHL and USA. Marketa is still in USA and her lawyers lodge a suit against revealing info about her Balmoral in his an-nals for canals lol

Nhl star

Crazzy cclown below

Anon, tthey are not generally PR smart savvy as much as they love press or PR. It is all what UK Black Lord of PR stated that their in law women are lazy and a devil can't steal anything regarding the publicity. Instead of being a part of volunteering gardening group with Archwel there is no Markle in sight.. The Cambridge are utterly lazy and just 2 events for William with his simple drivel what his wife Kannot and he Will not and kids do exactly what other kids. They herded a staff of the hospital into the inside foyer so no boo from non regal Liverpool but here we go again. No OK number of real work to steer it away s well as gain their unkeep in hard times. They do nothing since Queen passed away and like Markle - pose, delegate or ask a journo to pass it s source of druggie uncle said, call the pa's they drive around lol.

Matketa cares and she is stable with her work as a routine taken seriously by an unsung hero. Publicity or not. UK Chicago.

Meghan markle and Prince Henry Hewitt were annoying with a posing at US graveyard with their own photog. We know why. No genuine bone in their bodies.

lool on in laws unsporty Kate or Camilla. Lazy to core to move a finger after Good Will hunting..Chuck any duties away. Work done. Marketa and Anne, Zara have fun.

Marketa and Zara share like of Zimmerman dresses and horses, sport and fun.

mockery of Kate's out of trend ridiculous headbands and Russian kokoshka tiaras,,calling her Katushka as an occupant parasite squatter at her estates. Nothing than rags aka clothes and tabs. The Sussexes sued for a breach about Balmoral in the book Spare. In USA court. Fun and horoscope start.

kate's brother copies Marketa's exact brand of the paddleboad but otherwise twice bankrupt and night by Mr Hydrogen for freebies..so all these in laws and ruling Windsor male wishy washed trio. King as a coward and a liar, as the sinners up to the church and Markle's helper ex KGB Babis up to the church and the crown Jewell's lol.

I think Markle is up to her TLC plastic surgeries. Zara with her husband Mike look like good fun, work and chemistry. Not sure about other branches of ye Windsors but many insiders of different countries, ages, jobs, money, gender state that the most normal and reasonable and a Royal from. Titled Windsors is Marketa and Anne. Both sporty, work horses and no huge fuss. Kate does her clothes coding by colour like Markle, both into pearls margarita Marketa but none of them. Bother to pose as a volunteer at least for sake of PR.. You don't see a flask with coffee on the rock in Highlands close to Balmoral like Marketa in the case of Charles walking and posting his own photo lol. It's a car driving and so Kat. Camilla plots how dishonour M after Diana for no reason but she chased JT initials and no Muslim contender to put her into real crossfire as a honour trouble of a Royal lady. They are incredibly lazy, mean gold diggas and very silly regarding PR spin as they tout the publicity and seek attention. Check copycat Markle.

M described as only Windsor at the Windsor Castle and family (with the balls and brain cells) like Sophie of Bavaria only Habsburg in Hofburg in 1848 you know why Kate has posed as Empress Sissy in the black and white weird portrait where she looks more like her uni work about Carol's Alice in Wonderland, so her hairbands and match match coding nonsense. So Markle's Husband shirt lol. Pippa's sister in law named her son Otto like Habsburg, fat corrupt clown'z bedmate with similar personality disorder, career and abuse of power called her daughter after the actress of Empress Sissy.

Anne is very unglazed and unfashionable. She was app Jo Jo pants, not academic woman. Marketa is teensy and fashionable and an ice princess iron maiden meets a geekoid history buff and a book worm but both app no nonsense. No moaning unless with their men they picked themselves for being themselves, no sources said, full diary, their lives living full and marching to the beat of their drums. Loyal. Funny. Easygoing, leaning on family and clan. Sporty.

Why gaining PR galore in USA milking PR experts? All stated above. It is in tatters as Little Big Horn launches huge suit about Balmoral Castle and leak of its layout in US court against Prince Harry and the plaintiff named as UK royal with all paperwork of pedigree.

Both ex profi athletes, on Olympics in different capacities or boring village sport events or pond hockey games. Look on Evander Kane. I am not going into his injury, messy private life and arrangement with bankruptcy but he is doing well and great PR job with a reputation management and money making. Good job on the ice (not now) as a base. He does charity things and do hands on. He donates money not Gimme gimme us for others. She reveals something from his privacy but not too much. Not contradicting himself I am private yet my Al life and joystick is out. No bashing amily and exes now or players randomly because they were doing better. Mainky he lost his own money, he makes own money, runs new biz and apparel but sells his own name.. These women in law like Markle or the Middleton are non names and no Cinderella's ugly stepsisters and their new houses provided by stupid males up to mama Bucket snob close to her house. They were writing to Ronaldo and Markle to dozen of the athletes to chase them. They badmouth girls and ase them as rivalry. They chased their three men, Markle and Camilla are control freaks. Bulimia, personality disorder and alcoholism but no one day of pretending to be a gardener for publicity aka Bolland or Hollywood PR.

Evander Kane returns to NHL games. No blaming or playing saint but watch his good PR.

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back with more!

-so back to 2016 Briefly. i need you all to know that nico did Bonkers shit to win. this was pre driver weight minimum restrictions so to get weight off the car (so he could go faster) he took the paint off his helmet (it was previously yellow because he and lewis had yellow helmets when they karted together or something), he cut his socks, he took parts off his seat, he stopped cycling to loose muscle in his legs, he stopped sleeping with his wife to focus better and No he should Not have done this but its important to know that he Did and that was why he Stopped because he knew racing lewis was quite literally killing him and he couldnt keep at it

-and like willd shit happened that season too. notably they crashed into eachother in Barcelona and toto aparently made them pay for the damages. they had an insane teammate rivalry. one of the most insane.

-yes he is the only one to beat lewis at his peak in equal machinery

-so anyway he announces his retirement at the 2016 prize giving ceremony which was like less than a week after the championship was won

-prior to that he and lewis did a press conference together at the last race in abu dhabi and by all accounts theyre like not really getting along too well at this point and lewis spends like a whole several minutes praising nico being like yeah whatever happens happens in the race and ive loved racing with him as a teammate like we dreamed about this as kids im proud of him hes come so far blah blah blah and nicos like. in tears next to him (remember lewis didnt know that if nico won he was retiring) and nico says something about how the only thing he could manage to eat that week was fucking kellogg frosties which was the stupid cereal the two of them used to eat and yeah you all see how insane this is anyway i could go on but i will Not

-so nico retires after his first and only win to everyones surprise, lewis goes on to win 4 (or 5 depending on who you ask) consecutive titles

-nico fucks off and does his own thing for awhile, as i said hes married and he has two girls and he also has a youtube channel that he used after he left racing to pretty much like praise the shit out of lewis hamilton and his driving and whatever else

-he also returns to the paddock as a part time commentator for sky sports. which is very interesting because its pretty obvious every time that he is there that he hates pretty much everyone on the commentary team and has no regard for rules and just says whatever the fuck he wants. its pretty clear he doesnt do it for money (he has more than enough of that) but doe sit cause he actually like racing and cars and all that (its really interesting to hear him speak about the cars cause he actually knows how to explain things well)

-this is sort of a disaster sometimes but its an interesting disaster. because on top of everything nico is fucking Smart. im pretty sure (and again none of this is fact checked) that he got into some top engineering college and decided to race instead. like the things he knows about racing and cars is wild. so the normal commentators will say something and nico will be like no. incorrect. wrong. see what he did there? he lost 2 tenths on that corner. his brake balance was off. his engine mode needs adjusting. they need more downforce. or whatever. and he will be Right.

-he also just. says things. like again, theres really only so much you can reveal that is public knowledge. last weekend Alone when he was commentating on a practice session he was like hehe yeah so i have an offer in my email right now to buy part of alpine (a team which has repeatedly denied that they are Not for sale btw) and i could buy it but its too much of a disaster so im not interested. oh how much is it? why should i tell you??? oh i will anyway its a billion euros! for example.

-and then he will also call people the hell out. presently hes waging absolute war against mclaren because they refuse to distinguish a number 1 and number 2 driver and thats exactly the hot water mess that nico found himself in at mercedes with lewis (tho. as i have said. lando and oscar are NOT comparable to brocedes. no one ever was and no one ever will be again the circumstances were too insane)

-so yeah. he shows up in a cunty weird and kind of ugly outfit (usually consisting of several different shades of white), takes a picture in front of a team or a person or makes a prediction that curses someone (unless its lewis lewis is immune to the curse), says bonkers shit, prasies lewis hamilton live on air and then leaves

-and yeah he still praises the hell out of lewis and talks about how incredible of a driver he is and this and that and knows literally his driving style inside out and backwards (the clips of him commentating on lewis laps are insane) but despite this lewis will not talk about him, will not even mention him, will actually go out of his way to not mention him (for the Record i am obligated to put here that i dont think lewis owes nico anything at all whatsoever and i am not saying that he does, but this is a post about nico not lewis) meanwhile nicos like has anyone talked about lewis recently? has anyone pulled out an insane career stat of his that is slightly obscure? cause i will and ill do it right now

-and they live in the same apartment building in monaco but apparently dont speak to eachother because of how awful the teammate thing was but every now and then nico will drop some insane piece of lore that has everyone going hold on wait fucking What (like that lewis gets his kids presents at christmas)

-but yeah other than that hes like busy being a girl dad and posting on his favorite social media platform (LinkedIn) (yes i am serious) and spends a lot of time advocating for the environment and figuring out how to make f1 and cars better for the planet and all that and yes he also had a terrible botox era that we wont talk about but yeah overall. insane man. absolutely insane. no ones ever done it like him and no one ever will again.

photos for context:

nico and lewis gokarting

nico at williams in his peak britney era:

the nico lewis first podium that kills everyone:

nico at mercedes:

some fuck ass mercedes pr:

nico serving cunt at the paddock this year:

and if youre really enthralled, this highlight reel from his youtube

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hey wait im also new to f1 but i saw the other ask and i was curious abt what you meant when you said no one will ever do it like nico rosberg?? also retiring after your first championship win is insane lmao what a power move

nico rosberg is just. he’s insane. he’s cunty. he’s wonderful. he possesses sass and audacity unlike any other. we unfortunately do not have time to get into his whole story (my lunch break is only so long) but here’s some highlights:

-technically he’s a nepo baby. his dad, keke rosberg, won the world championship in 1982 and they remain one of the Few father son duos to both win a world championship (don’t ask me who the others are idk but i know they exist)

-he and lewis hamilton met when they were kids in the late 90s sometime and were gokarting teammates at some point in i think the early 2000s? (not fact checking i don’t have the time rn) and they were Besties. they’ve talked about this before, mostly in older interviews, but the gist is that both of them were outcasts from the other karting kid in opposite ways (nico was the son of a champion and rich and lewis was from nothing and pretty much the only poc most of the time) and that drew them together and they were Menaces according to legend. everything was a competition and they trashed hotel rooms and ate pizza and ice cream and kellogg frosties and went to greece and dreamed of being in f1 together

-nico signed with williams in 2006. his teammate was mark webber. and nico had long flowing blonde hair (this is important). he crashed at one race and mark webber said “britney’s in the wall” cementing the nickname britney, like britney spears. jenson button (another driver) said later on that they called nico britney because he was “very pretty” (do with that what you will)

-he was just. insane. cunty. constantly looked like a european bond villain. wore god awful shoes. whole bit. once he stayed in his car when it got craned off the track cause he didn’t want his hair to get wet. which is insane cause he’s wearing a helmet it would have gotten equally as not wet had he gotten out.

-anyway, lewis made it to f1 in 2007 and they had their first podium together i think that year (?) and it’s cute and fun and oh boy you’re not ready for what these two have coming

-lewis won the championship in 2008 (but he almost won in 2007, his rookie year) at mclaren.

-nico went to mercedes when they recentered the grid in 2010. his teammate was michael schumacher, who was fresh out of retirement. (yes the michael schumacher, 7x world champion). michael fucked with nico endlessly according to legend, including making him piss in a bucket pre race because he would hog the bathroom until the last possible second. nico still out preformed him most of the time, and the car was mid as hell.

-michael retired part 2 at the end of 2012. and who replaced him but lewis hamilton

-so the two of them were teammates again. the cards were absolute Stacked against them. because yes they were besties yes they’d known eachother forever but the first person you’re judged against is your teammate. and you’re trying to beat your teammate. and lewis already had a championship. nico wanted a championship.

-2013 was relatively chill. the car was kinda mid. they did well but not fantastic and did some fuck ass pr (highly reccomend looking those videos up)

-2014 they had a car that could win. and they started fighting eachother for wins. they played all kinds of mind games against eachother and withheld stats and nico ran illegal engine modes (supposedly) and lewis said they were no longer friends after nico supposedly wrecked his monaco qualifying one year but they claimed they still supported eachother and were friends off track. lewis won in 2014 and in 2015. but nico was right behind him and he wanted to win a championship, he didn’t want to be a number 2 driver

-so in 2016 nico did some insane shit. he stopped sleeping with his wife so that he could get better sleep or something, he did weird things to cut weight, he basically did everything and then some to win. and then he did. he won the championship and then at the prize giving ceremony announced he was retiring. he didn’t tell lewis this.

more after i get off work :)

#not a complete list By Far but still #about gets the basics #one day ill write a whole essay about him but that day is not today #not a tag #from saph #f1 #nico rosberg #Youtube

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tired, tired sea

tommy x reader

SUMMARY after a rough patch, tommy takes his wife and daughter to the sea

WARNINGS tiny bit of angst, fluff

WORD COUNT 1,565

A/N the title is from a song called words by gregory alan isakov

‘’Where are you taking us?’’ Y/N laughed, looking over at her husband. Tommy smiled gently, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

His chest tightened a little. It had been so long since he had heard her laugh. He couldn’t understand how it still held so much joy, so much warmth.

‘’Yeah, where are you taking us daddy?’’ Betty repeated the question with a giggle. Tommy turned his head, so he was facing his five-year-old daughter, who was sat in the backseat of the car. ‘’It’s a surprise’’ he told her, smiling mischievously. Betty giggled again and Y/N smiled fondly at her daughter.

‘’Be patient, my darling’’ Tommy told Betty and let his focus go back on the road in front of him.

In went silent in the car and Y/N looked out of the window, admiring the landscape passing by. Suddenly she felt Tommy’s hand on hers. She froze, the unexpected affection surprising her.

Things hadn’t been the best between them the past few months. Business had been stressful, Tommy was away most of the time and they had been fighting an awful lot. Y/N couldn’t actually remember when they had last spent time together. Properly spent time together. So she was surprised to say the least when Tommy had told her to get herself and Betty dressed and wait for him in the car, earlier this morning.

She took a deep breath before allowing her hand to intertwine with Tommy’s.

When he stopped the car, around thirty minutes later, their hands were still locked together.

Y/N smiled to herself when she saw that Tommy had taken them to the sea. She beamed at him. ‘’I know how much you love the sea so I thought we could spend the day here’’ Tommy explained, rubbing his thumb across the back of Y/N’s hand. He knew her so well.

She squeezed his hand before letting go of it and getting out of the car. Tommy followed after her, taking Betty with him in the process. Y/N was already making her way down to the water, excitement shining from her. With Betty in his arms, Tommy trailed behind Y/N.

He swore he could feel his heart grow in size at the sight of his wife. She looked so happy, so free. The cool breeze in her hair, the sun reflecting in her eyes, her dress flowing in the wind. It all made Tommy feel rather overwhelmed.

He kissed Betty’s head. ‘’Look at mommy, eh? Isn’t she beautiful?’’ he whispered against the girl’s hair. Betty nodded, grinning up at her dad.

Y/N found a good spot, not too close to the water and sat down on the taupe sand. A moment later she felt Tommy sit down beside her. Betty ran off and began to play in the sand.

Y/N closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the spring air hitting her face and the salty scent of the sea filling her nostrils. Tommy grabbed her hand again but this time she didn’t freeze, instead she instantly tangled her fingers with his.

‘’I’m sorry’’ he broke the silence. Y/N furrowed her brows and opened her eyes. She stared straight ahead, onto the indigo waves.

‘’What for?’ she kept her eyes at the sea. She knew what he was sorry for but still, she asked. ‘’For being away, for putting business before you and Betty, for forgetting what’s really important’’.

At his mention of their daughter, both Y/N and Tommy glanced over at Betty who was deeply engaged in her small sandcastle. Both of their faces softened at the scene.

Y/N now turned to Tommy, admiring his face. He looked older. Small crinkles had formed by the side of his eyes, grey strands peeked out in between his otherwise coal hair. It suited him she thought, he looked handsome, more mature. But he also looked tired, god he looked tired. It made her heart hurt.

‘’It’s alright’’ she lied. It wasn’t alright, they both knew that.

Tommy pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, bringing one to his lips and lighting it. He exhaled the grey smoke, letting it flow and rise into the clouds above them. ‘’No, it’s not’’ he said, rolling the cigarette anxiously between his fingers.

Y/N let out a deep sigh and let go of Tommy’s hand. ‘’Well you can’t change it now, so don’t dwell on it’’ she spoke, tone filled with bitterness. Tommy clenched his jaw and flicked some ash from his cigarette. ‘’You know, I’m really trying here’’.

Y/N chuckled drily. ‘’It’s so easy for you Tom. You disappear for days, drown yourself in work and whiskey and now you think a trip to the sea and a ‘I’m sorry’ will fix it all’’ she spat.

‘’Look Y/N, I don’t know what else I can do. What do you want- ‘’

‘’Look daddy’’ Tommy was cut off by Betty’s small voice. She was standing in front of him, waving a seashell in his face. ‘’It’s for you! Isn’t it pretty? Just like mommy’’ she exclaimed happily.

‘’Let me see darling’’ Tommy stretched out his hand and Betty gave him the shell. He held it up against the sunlight, staring at it a little before looking back at Betty.

‘’It’s beautiful, sweetheart,’’ he opened his arms, inviting Betty into an embrace. ‘’, just like mommy’’. Betty kissed her dad on the cheek before stepping back from the hug and running off to play again.

Tommy handed Y/N the seashell. She fiddled a little with it and frowned. ‘’I’m sorry. I know how hard you work and how tired you must be’’ she apologized. ‘’I just…I just miss you’’ her voice broke. She bit her trembling lip.

Tommy took ahold of her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. ‘’I miss you too. So much’’ he whispered against her skin. ‘’And i truly am sorry’’.

Y/N rested her head against his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent. ‘’I know’’ she sniffled.

Tommy wrapped his arm around her, rubbing the soft wool of the coat that was covering her skin.

‘’We could still escape… leave the business behind’’ Y/N suggested. She didn’t know why she said it, she already knew that he couldn’t do that, not even for her.

‘’You know I can’t do that, love’’ he sighed deeply and kissed the top of her hair.

She lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him. ‘’Oh Tommy, how I wish I could free you’’ she smiled sadly.

He didn’t answer.

‘’Take some more time off, at least?’’ Y/N pleaded.

‘’I’ll see what i can do’’.

Y/N let her head fall back on Tommy’s shoulder.

It was quiet between them for a while. The only sound in the air was the calm waves washing up on the shore and the sizzling of Tommy’s cigarette.

‘’I’m sorry you didn’t get a better life, you deserve it’’ Tommy said, a strange melancholy in his voice. Y/N swallowed thickly. She felt her stomach drop a bit at his words. She guessed she had never thought of her life as bad. Was it a bad life?

Sure, Tommy could be around more, and there was the illegal stuff and the risks but there was never a moment where she doubted his love for her, or for Betty.

She knew he would lay down and die for them in a second. And things weren’t always as bad as they were right now at home. Tommy still knew how to be romantic and loving, just like when they were younger.

She was never unsure about the fact that he cherished her, even when he was bad at showing it.

She knew he appreciated her making him tea and breakfast. She knew he appreciated it when she still ironed and washed his shirts despite having maids to do it for her. She knew he appreciated it when she would disturb him when he was hours deep into staring at papers in his office. She knew how he secretly loved it when she interrupted him, rubbing his shoulders, and babbling on about nonsenses, just to help him get his mind off work for a little bit.

So when she really thought about it. Her life wasn’t bad, not in the slightest. It wasn’t a normal or peaceful life that was for sure. But it wasn’t a bad one either.

‘’I don’t want a different life Tom’’.

‘’You don’t?’’ Tommy questioned.

Y/N’s heart broke at his doubtful voice. ‘’No, I love our life. It’s beautiful in its own way’’ she explained. ‘’I love how you protect us, I love how you care for us, I love us’’

A smile curled on Tommy’s lips. ‘’I love us too’’. Y/N raised her head up towards him, her eyes meeting his azure ones. She smiled tenderly before pressing a kiss to his mouth. ‘’And I love you, Y/N Shelby’’ Tommy said in between kisses. He pulled back, pressing a final kiss to her forehead before standing up.

‘’Come on, It’s getting cold’’ he extended his hand out to Y/N, helping her get up as well. She brushed the sand off her coat and let her hand intertwine with Tommy’s again. Tommy felt a light tug on his coast and turned around.

‘’There she is’’ he grinned at Betty, taking her little hand as well. “Let’s get home’’.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 3 years ago

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Villain Dekuwife | 5

The Masterlist For The Other Chapters

"Hey! Sorry for being so late I was fighting with my husband and he just can be so-ugh!"

You destroyed another crayon. You had agreed to color with the detective at the cafe he had said was a safe spot to talk. You didn't ask why you're house wasn't but what did you care? Everyone had their reasons for everything. "It's fine Ms. Midoriya." "Misssus, Shinsou. We may be fighting but that doesn't mean I plan to abandon my title." "Right. Sorry slip of the tongue." "Anyway you said you wanted to talk right? What about?" "Yes."Pulling out a thick manilla folder; he plopped it on the table and continued. "On the day of January 30th where were you and your husband?"

"This again? I told you that day I was trapped with violent criminals in my husband's car and he was ambushed before me. What more do you need?" Your patterns in coloring the dinosaur on page didn't reflect the frustrated tone you had. He needed to press further. "Okay okay, how about the night of Jun 7th?" "The day Izu came home really badly beat up?" "Yes records show you had reported 'gangsters' in the area for attacking your husband." "Right. I didn't divulge this in front of him but I'm pretty sure its the people he's working with they have him under physical threat." "Paying your bills doesn't seem to be a 'physical threat'…" "Well of course they would, he'd have no other reason to stick around and be their punching-bag if he wasn't getting paid." "Is that so." This was getting nowhere. "Uhm Ms. Midoriya if your willing I can walk you home." "Oh no thank you, I'm going to stay here a bit longer and color." The purplette rubbed his head as if to soothe his oncoming headache. "But Ms. Midoriya I couldn't rest knowing you didn't get home safe." "Then stay or call me later. I'd prefer it that way so I can finish this, before anything else." He was getting nowhere with you but he stopped himself before he lost his temper. "Hey Ms. Midoriya does your husband have green hair?" "Well of course he does--" Your (e/c) dulled, your mouth hung open, and the crayon you were coloring with began to roll on the table. "Walk with me." On command you stood up from your chair and obeyed following him into a maze of alleyways. He led you to a dead end where he physically halted you to a stop. Waking up you attempted to yell in retaliation but a quietly uttered question had you falling limp as the spindles of a gray capture weapon attached to an underground hero. "Who is the Deku-villain? What is their connection to Pyrodast? Is Shoto Todoroki connected to them as well?" You seemed to have fallen asleep but the shaking of your body and the straining of the capture weapon says otherwise. You're not sleeping but instead practically frothing at the mouth with anger. "You've gotta lot of nerve!"

Barely gritting out those words before you latch on to the capture weapon and pull the user from their position on a fire escape. "Aaaah" Eraserhead grunted as he was launched into his detective companion. You unravel the remaining remaining threads on you before grabbing the fallen Shinsou by his shirt's collar. You reeled back punching him square in the face before stomping back to the cafe to retrieve your coloring material.

Geez can't a woman color in piece?

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"Darling, my love, the most wonderful wife in the world--" "What do you need Izu?" You rolled your eyes to see him sitting beneath you on the floor. You crossed your arms as he played with your (pants/skirt) just waiting for the punchline. You could tell whatever he was about to ask was a touchy subject. He knew you well and to be nervous coming to you, it would have to be a pretty good reason. "Uhm my love, you remember Shoto Todoroki don't you?" "Todoroki-kun? Yes I remember him." "He-er-we have a proposal for you." "Oh." "My queen…you know I love you more than anything, right my love?" "Just tell me what you both want! Sorry but seriously this is killing me." "Well we wanted to make a new relationship." Frantically shaking his hands as he saw your horrified expression, "Im not cheating! I mean with you like all three of us, together. The three of us…" He trailed off as he watched your face morph into a smile. Maybe you would have a change of heart. Maybe you were secretly wanting this too. Or maybe-- "#$%÷ no." "Darling!" He hated how much of an influence Kaachan had on your angry reactions. He tried to question you more but you had stood up from the couch, moving to grab your bag from your shared room. He followed after you, he needed to smooth this over soon. "(Y/n) c'mon, it's not like I want to date you both. I mean i do but I- no the thing is he really likes, no, loves both of us a lot and I really love him too and we were wondering if you were willing to try-"

"No."

Armed with your keys and totebag you swerved around his freckled arms that were reaching out for you. "But why? Don't you like him at least a little bit?" You stopped just before the door tensing before turning to look at Izuku, there were unshed tears in your eyes. " When I married you, we agreed that you were mine; that we were eachother's." He tried to hold your clenched fist but you pulled away. "Instead now your trying to give me away for something that's impossible-" "It's not impossible-" "IT IS! You can't have both of us Izuku you just can't." All Izuku registered was the slam of the door and sunken feeling in his chest. A feeling he'd have to relive when he finally told Shoto.

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vampirerosearin · 2 years ago

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Compulsion and Fibbing (Chapter 12)

Book Title: Widowed Willow Warnings: Compulsion and Lying to friends DO NOT REPOST MY CONTENT! YOU MAY REBLOG BUT DON'T REPOST! Story Masterlist | Previous Part | Next Part

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Ignoring Stefan, Amari walked into the house, glancing around before jogging up the stairs and following the wails towards Jeremy's room. Inside his room, she saw Elena sitting at the head of the bed with Jeremy's head on her lap. She spent the entire time comforting him, watching the girl he loved die at the hands of his sister's boyfriend. Amari understood Stefan killed Vicki to save her life, she was clouded with blood lust and couldn't control herself. If she hadn't attacked Jeremy or herself, it would've been an innocent person's death instead.

Amari nodded to Elena, letting her leave to get more tissues and blankets. She sat next to Jeremy cradling his head to her chest, running her hand through his hair. "I know it hurts, Jeremy. I know the pain will always be there but it’ll get better, eventually."

"I can help with that," Amari cocked her head to the side, staring at Damon as he walked in. She watched him compel Jeremy, Vicki had left town and he shouldn't look for her or worry about her.

Amari walks downstairs and outside she sits on the steps of the porch. A part of her wished she could forget everything that happened since meeting the Salvatore brothers. The other part knowing that since meeting Stefan and Michelle, things have been better. Elena was happy with Stefan, she was learning it's ok to be happy without her parents. Amari stopped shutting people out and though she still had a crush on him, she was happy just being Stefan's friend.

Ignoring Stefan and Elena, Amari waved Damon goodbye before jogging up the stairs and into her room. She needed time and space away from vampire problems.

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The following day, Amari sat in an interrogation room with Sheriff Forbes sitting across from her. She and Elena were called to the police station along with Stefan, Matt, and Jeremy for questioning about Vicki Donovan's disappearance.

"Where did Vicki say she was going?"

Amari shrugged her shoulders, "She didn't."

Elizabeth tilted her head, watching for signs of deceit, "Did she tell her brother where she was going?"

Again, Amari shrugged her shoulders, "How would I know? Matt told me Jeremy told him that Vicki was leaving town."

"Hmm, why did you and Elena ask Stefan Salvatore to get involved?" Sheriff Forbes questioned eyeing the dark-skinned girl. The teenager sighed running her hand through her hair and answered, "We thought if he was helping Vicki, he was helping out our brother."

"Any signs of aggression or violence?" Sheriff Forbes asked, Amari, shook her head ignoring the memory of Vicki attacking her the night before, "Nope."

Liz nodded her head in acknowledgment as she leaned forward on the table. "So you believe that Vicki really has left town?"

Amari stayed silent for a moment, fanning the act of thinking before answering, "I think she'll be back at some point, just like Ms. Kelly."

Elizabeth nodded, thinking back to the times the woman would randomly disappear before reappearing because she needed something. Standing up she patted Amari's shoulder, "Thank you for answering, you can go now."

Walking out of the room she spotted her family waiting for her. Elena immediately looked over, standing to hug her before the four of them left the station.

"I hate police stations," Amari groaned, ignoring the snort from Jeremy. "Yeah 'cause you got chased down the road and into the neighborhood. Mom was so mad at you for breaking her plant stand."

Hitting Jeremy to the best of her ability, with Elena still holding onto her arm, Amari scoffs "I did what I had to do, the police officer didn't like it, but his wife loved it."

The four of them laughed while walking towards Amari's truck, only for Amari and Elena's smiles to vanish spotting Stefan leaning against the car.

“Can you give us a minute," the brunette asked, with a small unsure smile.

"You sure?" Amari asked causing Elena to shake her head. Amari wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in and kissing her temple. "Want me to talk to him?"

Elena's whisper of 'yes' Amari let her go, watching her get in the car with Jeremy and Jenna before turning to Stefan with a glare.

"She doesn't wanna talk to you, give her time and then talk to her," She shifts, leaning to the side and examining her nails. "She'll come to your place or ask you to come over to hers. But don't just show up everywhere we go, we'll think you're stalking us."

"Amari please," Stefan asked, voice barely a whisper. Amari sighed, reaching forward and hugging him close, "It'll be ok, I promise. Just, I don't know, give us time."

Leaning back, she cupped his face, "Okay?"

Ruffling his hair in reward for his nod in agreement, Amari turns and hops in the truck's passenger seat. Immediately pulling off, silently thanking Jenna for starting the car already.

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Now at home, Amari lay across the couch with her legs on Elena’s lap and Elena on her phone while Amari sketches. They heard someone walking towards them before a body plopped next to them on the couch, “Logan dumped me.”

“Logan’s an idiot,” Amari sighed in frustration, tilting her sketchpad to shade the hair of her drawing. Jenna whined, curling up so she could face her nieces, “He sent me an email, something like ‘I’m leaving town, see ya.”

Elena scoffs glancing at Jenna in disbelief, “He sent you an email? What is he? 60?”

“Can you guys keep it down please?”

The girls look over in surprise, Jeremy sits at the kitchen table his brows furrowed in concentration. Sharing a glance with the younger girls, Jenna precautioned “What’re you doing?”

“You sound scared,” Jeremy teased, glancing back at the three girls he calls family before turning back to his work.

“To be fair, last time you were this focused you almost shot me in the ass with a toilet plunger,” Amari grumbled, ignoring the snort from Elena. Jeremy held up a piece of paper, “I’m doing my homework, though I might find a way to shoot you with a plunger again..”

“Please don’t-” Amari throws herself off the couch, walking towards Jeremy to snatch the paper out of his hand, “Wait, since when do you do homework?”

“I’m super behind and have a quiz tomorrow,” Jeremy huffs, handing his older friend another paper, before continuing the current assignment. She checks over his work, half listening to Jeremy half wondering why he didn’t just do the work before. She turns to check the work assignment he’s on now, righting down the wrong questions on a scratch sheet of paper.

The girls left on the couch glance between the brunette boy and taller brunette girl, before loudly whispering, “What do you think? Aliens?”

Elena shrugs, softly grinning in amusement at her Aunt, “They were taken in their sleep.”

Jeremy sighed as he switched papers with Amari, correcting one of his problems before sending a fake smile towards the other girls, “They can hear you.”

Elena hums in thought, it was strange seeing Jeremy focused on his work and not doing drugs. He acted like the old him, before the accident. Maybe having Damon compel him was a better idea than she thought, though it would be the last time.

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“Wakey wakey, little Mari,” Bonnie whispered, quietly opening the door to her room and walking in cautious of the pencils and paints on the floor. Glancing up she sees Elena’s arm hanging off the edge of the bed, Amari spooning her with her head in the shorter girl’s neck. Pulling out her phone, Bonnie quickly takes a picture sending it to Caroline and Michelle before walking toward the bed.

She yanks the covers only for them to be yanked back by Amari. The pair have a tug-a-war before Bonnie lands on the floor with a thud after Amari releases the blankets. The younger dark-skinned girl glares up at her giggling friends before giving them an expectant look and asking, “Why haven’t you guys called me back?”

“I needed to clear my head, so I cleansed myself from my phone.” Amari shrugged, pulling Bonnie onto the bed so she sits between Amari and Elena. She really did want to clear her mind, but she didn’t mean to shut everyone out while doing so. Bonnie sighs as she looks between the two girls sitting beside her, she pulls them down to lay with her.

“Can I at least get a one-sentence summary of what’s wrong? So I can pretend to be helpful?”

Amari glances at Elena meeting her eyes, before huffing, “Stefan and Elena broke up.”

Bonnie's eyes widened in surprise, her lips twitching before pressing them together. The last time she spoke with Elena she seemed happy with the youngest Salvatore, She sent a, hopefully, sympathetic look to the brunette and told her, "I'm so sorry, you ok? Stupid question, sorry.”'

“I think I know a way to make you feel better,” Bonnie grins, softly pushing them off her and turning to grab a pillow and scissors. Amari sighs, “Bonnie if you wanted a threesome, you could’ve just asked..”

Ignoring her friend, Bonnie rips the pillow open causing all the feathers to fall out and onto the bed.

"Hey!" Elena called out in shock.

"Patience," Bonnie coaxed, the other two shared a look but nodded their head nonetheless as Bonnie took a seat on the bed, she looked at the twins seriously, "I need you two to swear to secrecy."

Elena let out a small scoff at her friend's words and stated, "It's kind of been a bad week for that kind of stuff."

Bonnie rolled her eyes sending the twins a pointed look and pleaded, "Swear, 'cause I'm not supposed to be showing you this."

“We swear,” Amari agreed, wondering if this is what Sheila was warning her about.

The teens both swore they wouldn't tell, Bonnie smiled in relief as she glanced around the room and spoke, "Ok, there are no windows open, right?"

Elena and Grace both shook their heads, Bonnie continued, "There's no fan, no air conditioning.”

"No, what are you doing?" Elena questioned with a frown on her face, Bonnie smiling with excitement as she exclaimed, "Grams taught me and I wanna show you guys.”

Bonnie raised her hand above the feathers swirling her finger to levitate a single feather in the air causing Elena's mouth to drop open in shock glancing at her sister who grinned, waving her hand under the feather.

"Bonnie, what's going on?" Elena asked, Bonnie, let out a sigh as she began to make multiple feathers float around the room making the girls smile in amazement as they stood up laughing, Elena on the bed poking random feathers, Amari running around her room chasing feathers.

“It’s real, everything Grams told me is real,” Bonnie sighed, smiling at the sound of Amari’s giggle. “I’m a witch.” She finished.

“You know, your Grams told me you were gonna come to me about something, I just didn’t think it’d be this.” Amari breathes out, a warm smile on her face, “She told me about your history and how it connects to mine.”

“So you guys don’t think I’m weird?” Bonnie wondered, “I mean I get that I joked about being psychic but I’m a witch.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still our friend,” Elena smiled, reaching forward to tuck a hair behind Bonnie’s ear. “I just don’t understand why your telling us this?”

“You're my best friend, of course, I’m going to tell you guys,” Bonnie grinned, watching Amari trip over a pile of clothes while chasing a feather. Elena frowned guiltily for keeping things from her when Bonnie openly told them about her being a witch even if her grams has told her to not tell anyone.

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