#mel x jake

[stephjw]

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Melanie Smooter & Jake Perry

[seenoversundown]

Come Back For Me : Chapter One

Danny Wagner x Melody (Fem OC)

Warnings: Cute wholesome mom & daughter bonding time, the Kiszka Twins, mentions of death/grieving, ASL is used throughout this fic, and a little reminiscing.

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Melody is out with Iris, thinking that they’re just running some errands. Well, that is until some familiar faces from her past abruptly change the course of her day.

Author's Note: AND WERE BACK, BABY!

I’m excited to give you this story and finally get Danny and Mel on the map for everyone. This is a pretty hefty shift from where I last left you— but I think it’ll be a fun change for all of us 😏🤭

*Disclaimer- this story comes before Charlotte exists. There is an order to these stories, but my brain simply couldn’t behave when writing. If you have questions, my DM’s are always open!*

Older - Gracie Abrams "I went quiet, And you went cold, Guess that happened when we got older."

Nothing has changed. 

Walking through this Hannaford, all I see are the same employees; the store hasn’t been renovated and it feels like I’ve been transported back to high school. Running through the aisles with the boys, hoping not to get kicked out. It’s shocking the things we got away with then. 

Flash forward at least four years later; I’m toting my daughter around to grab a few things that we need for dinner. She’s content in the cart with her little stuffed animal, so I can quickly grab what I need. Thank god, honestly. I’m pretty sure she just enjoys hanging out with me at this point; we’re best friends, in my head at least. She doesn’t really have a choice right now. 

Not having a job means that I can come here in the middle of the day when nobody else is here– not that Maine is that busy in general, to be quite honest. After a few years of living on the outskirts of Boston, everywhere feels like a ghost town to me. Not being stuck in ungodly traffic is nice, though, I’ll take the wins where I can get them these days.

Rolling up to the cashier, the lady smiles at Iris and waves. Don’t do it, I think to myself. 

“Hi, sweetheart. Do you want a sticker?” And you did it.. Okay. 

I tap Iris’s arm lightly, her adorable little face glancing up at me. 

‘Do you want a sticker?’ I sign to her. Her smile was enough, but she nodded quickly with a little ‘mmm’ sound. 

“She would love one,” I tell the cashier, smiling softly at her. Iris reached out to take it from her and signed ‘Thank you’ back to her. I hesitate but then spit out, “Oh, um, she says thank you.”

“Well, she’s very welcome.” 

The rest of the interaction was pretty quiet as she rang us up. I don’t mind when people want to talk to her, but we’re both learning ASL together, so it’s not always easy. 

‘Mom wants coffee,’ I tell her as I buckle her into her car seat. She just giggles back at me while I pretend to fall asleep. I don’t know what I did right in order to have a generally happy child, but I thank god every day for it. She loves being out of the house, which bodes well when you’re the only parent. 

‘Ready?’ I ask her, peeking in the rearview mirror to see her nodding. 

Driving through the Old Port is always weird, knowing these places and how to get there, but not having done so in so long. I missed this. All the brick buildings, the small locally owned stores, and the restaurants, are definitely something I longed for while living in a city. 

It only takes a few minutes to get reasonably close to the coffee shop I’ve been craving. Finding parking can be a pain with all the one-way streets but, thankfully, this time of day isn’t terrible. Packing and unpacking my child is one of my many talents at this point— my arms have never been so toned in my life. 

She knows just to stand close to me while I lock the car. Once the little honk sound happens, I pull her up to spare myself the outrageously slow walk. Before I can even finish situating her, my heart jumps into my throat. 

“Melody?”

I haven’t been back here all that long and somehow haven’t really run into anybody that I would talk to. It was all of two seconds before I turned to see him, but I felt frozen in the moment. I haven’t had to introduce anybody to Iris yet, and I was kind of hoping to avoid it a little longer.  My head whips around, not expecting to see him.  Josh? 

“Oh my god, hi!” Not thinking I would be so excited, I moved a little closer to him, shifting Iris up onto my hip. 

His voice sounds the same when he asks, “How are you, dear?” 

“Oh, I’m okay,” I tell him, shaking my head subtly. Before I can return the question, I see his mouth ready to fire off another question. 

“Who is this?” He gestures to Iris, not getting too close to her yet. I can see her eyeing his hair already, though. 

I move some of her curls to make sure her sweet face is visible before telling him, “Her name’s Iris.” She just beams at him. Tapping her belly and then doing a little wave at him, she takes her turn to wave. 

I know that Josh loves kids; he always has– probably because he just a big kid himself. His eyes light up when she looks at him and he just coos at her little smile. 

“How old is she? Hi, beautiful,” He asks but is immediately distracted by her.  

I laugh as I watch him, “She’s three, but she can’t hear you.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “Deaf?” 

“Practically, she’s in the severe hearing loss category. We don’t know what happened, but she’s a happy little thing regardless.” 

‘Nice to meet you,’ Josh signs slowly to her, making her laugh and lean against my shoulder. 

All the thoughts in my head halted as he signed to her. I blankly stared at him for a second before I asked, “You.. know ASL?” 

“I was friends with one of the Deaf students in a college class, just picked up on it,” he tells me, with a shrug. 

Suddenly, it hits me. There is a whole person attached to him. Quickly looking over to them and spitting out, “I’m sorry– I’m Melody, and you are?”

“Quinn! I didn’t want to interrupt,” they respond sweetly; the smile on them could light up a room. I don’t know how to describe the outfit they’re wearing, but it is very clear to me why them and Josh work together. The two of them just look cute together; I can’t imagine that Quinn wouldn’t be a creative person if they were in a relationship with Josh. 

“Ahh, yes! This is my partner! I was caught off guard by the little angel,” Josh chimed back in, looking over to Quinn with a quiet, “Sorry, bug– I haven’t seen Melody since.. Oh goodness, has it actually been four years?” 

“Probably,” I sigh. “God, that’s so long?” 

He nods, letting out quietly,  “It is, it is. When did you move back?” 

“It’s a long story, but,” I breathe out.  “I just moved in with my dad and this one.” 

I had been living in the Boston area for college with my mother. She moved down there when I found out I was pregnant with Iris to help make sure everything went smoothly. It was wonderful getting that time together; nothing prepares you for being a mom, so having mine with me at the beginning was incredibly helpful. 

She unfortunately had been sick for a while, and I lost her a few months back. It’s hard to think about, but I’m glad she’s not miserable anymore. Living in Boston as a single mom just became unreasonable. Plus, staying in the area was just making me depressed. So, I came home and moved in with my dad. 

He took us in happily– I don’t know who needed it more. The three of us have fun together so I’m sure he’s excited to get some time with Iris, especially now that she’s at a fun age. It’s a different dynamic with him, obviously, but I appreciate the fact that he was so willing to help us out. 

“Well, I’m so sorry it’s not the happiest of reasons, but it’s nice to see your face again,” Josh’s hand landing on my arm as he tells me. 

“It’s okay,” I say, with a slight smile, so Iris can’t pick up on what’s being said. Chuckling as I tell him,  “The worst part is trying to find a fucking job at this point.” 

“Oh!” he basically yelps, tapping my arm a few times. “You know what.. Give my boss a call. I think we’re actually hiring.” Winking at me– that’s suspicious. 

“That would be amazing?” Surprised that he was so quick to help. I hand him my phone, “Just text me the number, and I’ll call in a little bit.” Watching him happily add his number to my phone and text himself quickly. 

“There you go, darling,” he says, handing it back to me.  “I’m sure we have something that you could do, but we will let you get going so Miss Iris doesn’t get too antsy!” 

Carefully pulling him into a side hug, I whisper,  “Thank you so much, really.” 

“Anything to help,” he says, his smile beams at Iris as he reaches out to gently give her hand a little squeeze. 

“Nice meeting you,” I say, smiling at Quinn. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around!”

They excitedly let out, “Yes you too!!”

Both of them waving at Iris and giggling as she tucks her face against me– she is the biggest flirt known to man I swear. She gives them a small wave back before we start our trek to find coffee. Breathing out more air than I expected, a small smile creeps onto my face. Maybe things will turn around a little quicker than I thought. 

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We take our time walking to grab some coffee, looking into all the shop windows as she points out things she likes or thinks are funny. It does not take much to make you laugh when you’re three. 

I never thought I would want a child so young, but honestly, she’s probably the best thing that happened to me. Definitely put a lot of things into perspective for me and I feel like I have a better grasp of who I am now.

She makes me laugh all the time, especially because of how friendly she is to everyone. I swear she wants to befriend anyone who holds eye contact for more than a second. Lucky for her, she’s adorable, so people aren’t one to say ‘no’ to that. 

She batted her lashes at the nice barista taking our order but got shy when he waved at her. Grabbing my coffee and her snack from the end of the counter, we found a seat outside. She’s three. I can’t let her eat this cookie inside and watch the nice employees sigh when they see how many crumbs are about to hit the ground. 

‘Good?’ I ask her. 

She just grins up at me, still chewing the bite she took. I’ll take that as a yes. Sipping on my coffee as she picks away at this cookie, just enjoying the sun for a few minutes. 

I pulled my phone out and saw a text sitting there. 

Josh: Hi! Here’s the boss’s number :) I’ll let him know that you’ll be calling so he knows to keep an eye out for you! 

Me: thank you again! 

Once she’s about destroyed the cookie, I hold her out and wiggle her around a few times, making her laugh. I do not need more cookie crumbs getting squished into her car seat. Her laugh could brighten anyone’s day; she truly is such a good kid. 

Walking a different way back to the car so she can have fun looking at new store windows. It’s a lot of her pointing, and me trying to decipher what she’s pointing at. 

Something about the Old Port just makes me feel at home. To be fair, we spent a lot of time in this area, between trying to sneak into bars for local shows and going on dates once Daniel had his license. 

He really was such a good boyfriend back in the day. Always giving me rides, even if I told him it wasn’t a big deal. He would take me to different restaurants out here all the time after he started his first job. Parking in the first spot he could find, just as an excuse to have to walk so we could spend more time together.

It’s hard to believe we were so inseparable for so long, and now, I haven’t said a single word to him in at least four years. But it’s okay, really. Times have changed, and I have more important things to worry about now— like how I desperately hope this kid falls asleep on the drive home. 

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 I took the longest way home, and my plan worked. Peeking into my rearview mirror to see her sweet face out cold, thank god. Not that it’s the worst to do things while she’s awake, but when I want to focus on something important, the last thing I need is her trying to get me to play or, even worse, have a meltdown. 

Carefully scooping her up out of the car seat, we manage to make it inside with her still asleep. I slip into her room and tuck her into bed so I can hopefully get this phone call done. As I go to leave, I whisper, “Love you, baby.”

Practically falling into the couch, I stare at the texts from Josh. It would really be so helpful if I could work with him. It is very much Josh to do something like this. He has such a pure heart; too much love in that heart of his. 

“Just call him,” I whisper, in hopes that I can pep talk myself. You need this for Iris. Everything I do at this point is to make sure she gets the life she deserves; becoming a mom has really shifted a lot of my perspective on things.  

Tapping on the number, here goes nothing– I listen to it ring maybe twice before they pick up. 

“Hello?”

I take a shallow breath before saying, “Hi, this is Melody. Josh gave me your number because you may be hiring?” 

“Mel! Yes, he mentioned bumping into you— how are you?” Why does he sound familiar..? Oh– 

“Wait..” I hesitate before asking, “Jake?” 

He just hums back a quiet “Mhmm.”

“Oh god, he must have given me your number by accident,” I say with a sigh, my hand immediately rubbing over my face. 

He sighs along with me, “Did he not tell you?” 

“Tell me what?” 

“Ah, for fucks sake, Josh— he works for me,” he tells me. 

“Oh?” I squeak out, whispering,  “I figured it would end up the other way around, but..doing what?”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” he breathes out.  “I own a bar in the Old Port. He bartends for me.” 

“Oh shit, sorry,” I let out an uncomfortable laugh. “You would own a bar.” Thinking of the handful of parties I’d attended where he was a bit more drunk than I’m sure he’d like to admit. 

“I’m not that wild anymore,” his soft giggle along with me, telling me, “I do absolutely need more help though if you are interested.” 

“I don’t really know what I could do, but I am desperate.” 

Jake has always been the calmer of the two, so it was less shocking when he asked, “Why don’t you swing by tomorrow if you have a chance, and we can figure something out?” 

“Are you sure?” I know I probably sound nervous, but shit, if I can get a job with people I know, that would be amazing. 

He chuckles, “Of course, I’m sure.” 

“Okay,” I breathe out quietly. “I really appreciate it.” 

Jake and I were never particularly close growing up, but I did spend an awful lot of time around him. Well, with all of them, honestly– given that Daniel is best friends with Sam, and Sam always wanted his brothers around, the five of us did a lot together. 

Jake was typically overshadowed by his brothers because he was the quieter one, which makes picturing him owning a bar even harder. But I definitely know the other two very well. I was a little surprised at how pleasant Josh was, even going as far as offering me a potential job. 

I never had issues with Josh, but given the situation with Daniel, I figured he would have been more hesitant. To be fair, it’s been a while since I’ve seen him, and maybe he’s still the same Josh that I knew growing up. God—I hope he is. 

It makes me wonder how Daniel is doing, but not enough to try to reach out to him. We haven’t spoken since the night we broke up, but now that I’m back here, I feel like it’s only a matter of time before I run into him. 

“Just let me know when you’re gonna head over,” Jake’s voice brings me back to the conversation. “I’m always in the bar, so whenever you have time, works for me.” 

It feels like a weight has been taken off my chest. I nod my head, as if he can see it, saying, “Of course. Thank you so much. I will see you tomorrow.” 

The sense of relief, knowing that there’s a chance I’ll have some sort of a job in the next twenty-four hours, is unexplainable. I never thought I would spend time with the Kiszka twins as an adult, but I’ve never been more excited to see them. They were always fun to be around, even if the chaos was a bit overwhelming sometimes.  I just can’t shake the feeling that where there’s a Kiszka, Daniel will probably come around. It’s been years; I think I can handle it, even if he does show up at some point. I’d like to believe it’s been enough time since we spoke that we could be adults about everything. Also, it’s been so long at this point; there’s no chance he could still be upset.. Right? I kind of want to see him eventually, not like that, but we spent so much time together that we could at least be friends now.. maybe. There’s no use in dwelling on it; we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

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Chapter Two

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Okay my beautiful flowers, I finished making the Sully family bots (the male part). Meet Jake Sully AI Bot. With this bot you can do Nsfw, Fluff, Angst… anything. ;)

The story is based on that of Avatar 1 BUT in reverse. Jake takes the role of Neytiri, Tom (Jake’s brother) takes the place of Neytiri’s sister and Tsu'Tey is also replaced by a female character. Jake is Olo'eyktan and has a future partner who will be his Tsahìk (currently Tsakarem), the Tsahìkk is Mo'at. But what if Jake, after rescuing you and taking you to his village, started shamelessly flirting with you? He’s kind of a juicy Asshole.

If you talk to him, let me know if it works.

-Mel

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[melsimps]

Hey, so I finished my fic on ao3, in case anyone wants to read it!!!!

It's 39k words.

Moooostly fluff, some slight angst (and quite a bit of smut).

Moon Knights being dads (father figures) to a pair of kids.

Uh, yeah...

[elixirfromthestars]

I can’t believe I’ve finally made it to the end of part one 🤧💖💖 What a journey it has been!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

More under the cut ᯓᡣ𐭩

“Scout,” he said gently, running a hand through your hair. “It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m safe.” “I know,” you sobbed, reaching over to cling to him. “I know, but you almost weren’t, Jake. I almost lost you, and there would have been nothing I could have done about it.”

^ The way he always comforts her even though he’s probably dealing with his own emotions over everything that went down 🤧🩷 that’s love right there 🥹💖

“But you weren’t, sweet girl. You never gave up on me, and you made it. I’m right here with you, okay?” He cooed, helping you to your feet. He gently wiped your tears away, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your forehead. “But if you ever pull something like that again, I will take you over my knee, do you hear me?”

^ Excuse me?? 😦 Does saving your life not mean anything???? 😦

“Unbelievable,” you groused, pushing past him and towards the stairs. You made it up the first three steps before he grabbed you, causing you to let out a shriek as he threw you over his shoulder. He gave you a swat on the rear, chuckling when you yelped. “That mouth of yours is gonna get you into trouble one day,” he murmured playfully, walking up the stairs and towards your bedroom. Once inside, he tossed you down onto the bed where you landed with a bounce. He was on you in an instant, molding his lips over yours in a kiss that you eagerly returned. The kiss was one of desperation and relief, knowing that the both of you were alive and safe and just needing to feel one another.

^ Omg this man is going to be the death of me 😮‍💨💗 Something tells me I’m not prepared for what’s about to go down 🙈

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He rumbled, green eyes meeting yours. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak as you got lost in how dark his eyes had become. He clucked at you disapprovingly, shaking his head. “Need to hear that pretty voice of yours, honey girl. Let’s try again. Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” You swallowed thickly, shifting slightly under the weight of his stare. “Y-yes.” “Yes, what?” He smirked. You took a steadying breath, meeting his gaze with your half hooded one.

^ He’s an absolute fucking menace and I adore him for it 🙈💗💗

“Always feel so good,” he groaned, nuzzling into the crook of your shoulder as his thrusts became harder. “So wet and warm. Always such a good girl for me, yeah? Made just for me. Love the pathetic little sounds you make as you’re creamin’ all over me. Makin’ a mess of the sheets as I ruin you.” “Jakey,” you whined out, barely able to form a coherent thought as he rutted into you, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. “What’s the matter, baby?” He smirked, pulling back to look at you and brushing a stray hair out of your face. “Too cock drunk to answer me? Am I makin’ you feel too good?”

^ I don’t know what that overnight stay at the jail did to him, but OH MY GOD 😵‍💫💗😵‍💫💗😵‍💫💗

A crack sounded in the room and you let out a gasp as Jake’s hand landed on your ass. “Jake!” You exclaimed, eyes going wide as he landed a second blow to the other side. You could practically feel yourself grow wetter, and your cheeks heated with shame. “You going to stay out of trouble from now on?” He asked lowly, kneading the flesh of your ass greedily. He landed another blow when you didn’t answer, and you jolted forward, but his hands held you in place.

^ I mean…I don’t know… 👀 Cause it seems to me like you’re both enjoying her getting into trouble a little too much 🤭💕

“You gonna answer my question, sweetheart? I can do this all day.”

^ I don’t doubt that 🫠🙈💗

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, and you did as he said. Jake spit into your mouth, and a part of you knew you should be disgusted at how he was treating you, but another, larger, part entirely craved it. “Swallow.” You closed your mouth, swallowing. You opened your mouth without prompting, earning a wicked grin from the man behind you. “Good fucking girl,” he growled, one hand moving to guide your hips back onto him. “Love having you like this. I’m gonna fill you up so full, you’ll be leaking me for days to come, you hear me? Can’t wait for you to be all round and swollen with me, with our baby. Gonna keep you full for as long as you’ll let me. You like that? You want me to fill you up? To breed you?”

^ I thought by now I’d be prepared for anytime this man opens his mouth but OH MY WAS I WRONG 🥵

He pulled away, but stayed close enough to nuzzle his nose with yours. “I love you,” he murmured. You couldn’t help the grin that broke out across your face as you placed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I love you too.”

^ AHHHHHHH 😭🩷🩷🩷🩷 Hangout!!! 🤧💖💖

“I meant it, you know,” he started, eyes uncertain as they watched you. “I want to have a family with you. We’ll get married, and I’ll build us a new house. One where you and I can grow old together.” “Do you promise?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. He nodded earnestly. “I’ve never meant anything more in my entire life. Your aunt and uncle already gave me permission to marry you.”

^ THEY DID??? OMG 😭💕💕💕 And he’s going to build them a house??? 🤧🩷🩷 I love him so much!! 😭💖💖

“It didn’t make much sense, but she said ‘Adeline would approve.’” You felt a pang in your chest at his words, and tears flooded your eyes once more. Jake looked panicked as the tears began to fall. “Scout, are you okay? Did I say something wrong?” He asked frantically. “No, not at all,” you laughed, wiping the tears away. “Adeline was my mother, Jake.” He froze, eyes growing wide as he took in your words. “Yeah,” you nodded. “And she’s right. She would have liked you. Both of my parents would have.” “You think?” He questioned, eyes hopeful. “I know so.”

^ OMG 😭 okay so I’m sobbing now 😭🩷🩷🩷 The fact that her family just always knew 😭💖 And they approved of him cause they could probably see how much they loved each other without vocalizing it yet—I’m so soft I will never get over these two 🤧🩷🩷🩷🩷

“I just don’t understand,” you said for the umpteenth time, raising your head to look at the girls that surrounded you. “Why hasn’t he proposed yet?”

^ He hasn’t? 👀👀

“You don’t think he’s changed his mind about me, do you?” You whispered, fear gripping at you at the possibility. You knew that Jake had never had any intention of marrying before you came along. Maybe he had grown tired of you? Was the thought of marriage and a life together too much for him now? Things had seemed fine between you, but you were now into spring, and still no proposal. You fidgeted with the pendant around your neck. After your reunion, Jake had been quick to put it on you, chest puffed out in pride every time he saw you wearing it, which was always.

^ I hope Scout doesn’t overthink it too much 🥺 I’m sure there’s a reason!! And it’s sweet that he gets all prideful seeing that necklace on her 🥰

“You know,” Bunny spoke, causing all eyes to turn to the usually quiet girl. “If you’re really doubting his feelings for you, maybe you should try pulling back. You know, to see if he does something.”

^ Jake is not going to like that 💀

Another week had passed, and you had effectively been avoiding Jake at every turn. Every kiss dodged, every moment alone averted, and every conversation kept to a minimum. You could tell it was driving Jake crazy, but you knew he needed to be the one to confront you. How else were you supposed to know where his mind was at?

^ Oh no, Jake is absolutely losing his mind 💀 There’s no way his honey girl avoids him and he’s not like on the verge of insanity 😂

You were carrying a bucket of feed into the barn when someone grabbed you and pushed you up against the wall. You let out a gasp as the bucket fell from your hand with a clang, your arms trapped between yours and Jake’s chest. His hands were on either side of your head as he pressed a heated kiss to your lips. You kissed him back with fervor, hands gripping onto his shirt. You had missed this. This week had been just as hard for you as it appeared to be for him.

^ Well hello to you too 👀💕

“Well, shit, honey girl,” he chuckled. “I gave you the necklace, didn’t I?” “What?” You blinked up at him. “I gave you the necklace,” he continued, picking up the pendant and toying with it. “Figured that was as good as declaring we were gonna get married one day.”

^ LMAO WHAT 😂 Oh my darling Jake what are we going to do with you? 🤣🩷🩷

“Jake Seresin,” you shrieked, cheeks warm from exertion, “giving me the necklace does not equate to a proposal!” Now it was his turn to stare. His bewildered expression melted into one of mischief and wonder as he ran his thumbs up and down your wrists. “Alright, honey girl. You just wait. I’ll blow you away,” he smirked, bringing his forehead to rest against yours. You hummed, melting into his touch as he released your arms to wrap his own around you, swaying the two of you side to side.

^ Omg I need to know how he’s going to propose 🥹🩷🩷🩷

“How are you feelin’ now?” He asked, running a comforting hand up and down your spine as the two of you continued to sway. “I’m happy,” you whispered, closing your eyes and pressing your ear to his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady, a sound you’d never tire of. “Yeah,” he hummed, resting his cheek against the top of your head now. “I’m happy too.”

^ And it ends on a happy note—how perfect for these two 🥹💖💖 I’m tearing up, these two truly invented love 🤧💗💗

My darling Liz!!!!!! 🥹🩷🩷 I’m a writer and yet words are failing me right now 😭🩷🩷 How can I encompass with mere words everything that this story made me feel?? 🤧💕 The adventure it took me on was unforgettable and this is a story I see myself revisiting time and time again 💕 It was beautifully written and brought me so much comfort and happiness on days where I so deeply needed it 🥺🩷🩷 You are such a talented and amazing writer, and I feel so grateful that I happened to stumble upon your stories and get to experience the wonderful worlds you have crafted!! 🫶🏼

I adored the way you wrote Jake and I loved how you wrote Scout as well 🥹💖💖 I fell in love with the dagger gang universe and everyone in it 🫶🏼 They have all found a place in my heart permanently 🩷 And continuing on the theme of happiness, this story brought me an immense happiness I will forever treasure 🥰 Thank you for sharing it with us! 🫶🏼

Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter Twelve

Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a notorious leader within the Dagger Gang of the old western territories of the United States. You, a recently orphaned socialite from the eastern seaboard, find yourself swept off to live with your older brother who has set down roots in said western territory. Determined to to make the best of your situation, what will you do when said outlaw sets his sights on you?

Warnings: Smut (fingering, p in v), Dirty talk, Language, Flirting, Miscommunication, Fluff, Romance, Jake being an idiot. Think that's it.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Wow, okay. I told myself I wasn't going to be emotional, and yet here I am. Crying. This has been such an incredible journey, y'all. This fanfic got me through my lowest this year, and to finally see it finished now that I'm in the spot that I am? I am truly without words. A special shoutout to @goldenseresinretriever who is not only my fan club president, but one of my dearest, dearest friends. I hope I continue to do justice by these two, but I know you'll be there to make sure I do! And a shoutout to @fanficfandomlove as well! Thank you for all of your support, and I'm so lucky to count you as one of my friends! Friendly reminder that I have two writing challenges going at the moment! My Christmas Challenge and my Playlist Challenge are both still taking entries! As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!! 18+ ONLY!! Find me on AO3 under arcane_vagabond! If You're feeling kind, please consider donating to my ko-fi!

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The house was still when you entered, the afternoon light streaming through he windows and illuminating the room in such a way that it made you question reality for a moment. You clung to Jake who stood beside you, his arms strong where they were wrapped around your frame. He had almost died. You had almost been too late to save him.

You collapsed to the ground with a shuddering gasp, a sob escaping seconds later. You clasped a hand over your mouth to try and stop the noises coming from you. You had to be strong. You needed to be strong. But the sobs kept coming, wracking your body and you were vaguely aware of Jake kneeling down next to you.

“Scout,” he said gently, running a hand through your hair. “It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m safe.”

“I know,” you sobbed, reaching over to cling to him. “I know, but you almost weren’t, Jake. I almost lost you, and there would have been nothing I could have done about it.”

He was silent for a moment, letting you calm down before he continued.

“But you weren’t, sweet girl. You never gave up on me, and you made it. I’m right here with you, okay?” He cooed, helping you to your feet. He gently wiped your tears away, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your forehead. “But if you ever pull something like that again, I will take you over my knee, do you hear me?”

You balked, pushing away to look at him. He was grinning, but there was a look of seriousness in his eyes and you began to splutter.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am, honey girl.”

“Jake Seresin,” you growled, “I just saved your life.”

He chuckled, leaning in closer to you, and you felt your cheeks warm at the proximity.

“And while I’m very thankful for that, sweetheart,” he drawled, eyes growing dark as he looked you up and down, “it doesn’t change the fact that you put yourself in danger.”

“Unbelievable,” you groused, pushing past him and towards the stairs. You made it up the first three steps before he grabbed you, causing you to let out a shriek as he threw you over his shoulder. He gave you a swat on the rear, chuckling when you yelped.

“That mouth of yours is gonna get you into trouble one day,” he murmured playfully, walking up the stairs and towards your bedroom. Once inside, he tossed you down onto the bed where you landed with a bounce. He was on you in an instant, molding his lips over yours in a kiss that you eagerly returned. The kiss was one of desperation and relief, knowing that the both of you were alive and safe and just needing to feel one another. He nipped at your bottom lip as he pulled away, chuckling when you chased after him with a whine. He placed a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling away once more.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He rumbled, green eyes meeting yours. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak as you got lost in how dark his eyes had become. He clucked at you disapprovingly, shaking his head. “Need to hear that pretty voice of yours, honey girl. Let’s try again. Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

You swallowed thickly, shifting slightly under the weight of his stare. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?” He smirked. You took a steadying breath, meeting his gaze with your half hooded one.

“Yes, sir. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

He hummed, leaning in to steal another kiss from you. His tongue delved between your parted lips, licking languidly into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, reaching your hands up to run your fingers through the soft locks of his hair, tugging slightly. It was Jake’s turn to moan, and he pulled away, breath coming out in pants as he looked at you.

“Strip for me.”

You moved out from underneath him to stand, turning to face him as you began to undress. Jake watched you with hungry eyes as you slowly revealed yourself to him, stopping once you were standing in only your chemise. Without breaking eye contact, he moved to his feet, taking slow steps towards you. He ran his fingers over your cheekbone before cupping your jaw and kissing you once more.

“I love seeing you like this,” he whispered, voice low and gravelly. “But when I say strip, sweet girl, I mean all the way.”

Your breath hitched, eyes going wide and face heating with embarrassment. This man had seen you before, but somehow this time felt different, filled with more anticipation than nervousness like the first time. He cocked an eyebrow at you before slowly kneeling down and taking the hem of your chemise in his hands.

“Here,” he murmured, mischief in his eyes. “Let me help you.”

He slowly peeled the garment off of you, moving to stand as he did so. He pulled it gently over your head, tossing it towards the corner as he looked at you. You could practically feel the trail his eyes took as he gazed hungrily at you. He began to unbutton his own shirt, untucking it from his trousers as he gestured towards the bed.

“On the bed, Scout.”

You did as instructed, watching with hooded eyes as he stripped bare before you. Once he was finished, he crawled up the bed towards your waiting arms, meeting you in a passion filled kiss. His right hand crept up to palm at your breast, causing you to mewl into his mouth.

“Can practically smell how wet you are for me,” he growled as he pulled away, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Your fingers once again found purchase in his hair, desperate for something to cling on to.

His lips left a trail down your chest until they enveloped your nipple, alternating between sucking and licking. You let out a keening cry as you arched into his mouth, hands holding his head steady.

“Feel good, sugar?” He smirked up at you, nipping at the surrounding skin. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

“Jake!” You cried, eyes clamping shut as you squirmed beneath him. He pressed more of his weight into you in a bid to keep you still, the hard length of him pressing against your thigh.

“You feel what you do to me, honey girl?” He murmured, moving back up to capture your lips with his. This kiss was all tongues and teeth as you bucked up into him. “Feel how hard you make me?”

“Jake, please,” you whined, eyes begging as they stared at him, letting out a gasp as he snuck a finger between the two of you to press against your slit. “Need you.”

“You have me,” he cooed, pressing his finger into you slowly, earning a high-pitched cry from you as he began to slowly pump in and out. “Let me make you feel good first.”

“Jake,” you gasped, fingers moving from his hair to his shoulders, surely leaving scratches behind. “More, please.”

He slipped another finger inside of you slick entrance, scissoring them before crooking them in search of that special spot inside of you. You cried out as he found it, stars in your eyes as you called out his name, practically wailing when his thumb circled your clit and sending shocks of pleasure through you.

“Can feel how close you are, sweet girl,” he whispered, placing chaste kisses against any piece of skin he could find. “Can feel you squeezin’ my fingers. God, you’re so fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. Need you to come first, though. Come on, baby. Come for me.”

“Jakey,” you cried, the coil inside you snapping as your vision went white, a soundless scream on your lips.

Your breathing was ragged as you watched him slip his slick soaked fingers into his mouth, humming at the taste.

“Taste so good, honey girl,” he murmured as he looked at you, the greens of his eyes practically swallowed by his pupils. “Gonna taste you-”

“No,” you said breathlessly, causing him to frown. You shook your head as you fought to control your breathing. “Want you inside me. Please, Jakey.”

A grin broke out over his face at your words.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he chuckled, already moving to line himself up at your entrance. He ran his length through your folds, coating himself in your slick before slowly pushing in. You sucked in a breath as your nails dug into his shoulders, Jake groaning at the combination of pain and pleasure you were provoking in him.

“Shit, baby,” he gasped, head flying back as he continued to slide into you. “Can feel you sucking me in. So wet and tight. Shit.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist once he was fully seated inside of you. The two of you basked in the feel of finally having each other so close, the emotions of the past two days catching up with you. You didn’t even notice that tears began to fall until Jake was wiping them away, still seated inside of you.

“You okay?” He asked, eyes filled with concern.

“Yeah,” you nodded, cupping his face in your hand. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes,” you said firmly, nodding once more. “Need to feel you. Need you to move.”

“I’ve got you, honey girl,” he smirked, thrusting slowly into you. You gasped out, head thrown back as he built a rhythm, finding an angle that worked for the both of you.

“Always feel so good,” he groaned, nuzzling into the crook of your shoulder as his thrusts became harder. “So wet and warm. Always such a good girl for me, yeah? Made just for me. Love the pathetic little sounds you make as you’re creamin’ all over me. Makin’ a mess of the sheets as I ruin you.”

“Jakey,” you whined out, barely able to form a coherent thought as he rutted into you, the pleasure becoming overwhelming.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He smirked, pulling back to look at you and brushing a stray hair out of your face. “Too cock drunk to answer me? Am I makin’ you feel too good?”

He pulled out of you, and you cried at the loss. His hands landed on your hips as he flipped you onto your stomach, positioning you on your knees. A crack sounded in the room and you let out a gasp as Jake’s hand landed on your ass.

“Jake!” You exclaimed, eyes going wide as he landed a second blow to the other side. You could practically feel yourself grow wetter, and your cheeks heated with shame.

“You going to stay out of trouble from now on?” He asked lowly, kneading the flesh of your ass greedily. He landed another blow when you didn’t answer, and you jolted forward, but his hands held you in place.

“Jake, please,” you whined, pushing back against him in a bid for him to slip back inside you. He tsked before landing another light slap to the other side, soothing the sting before answering.

“You gonna answer my question, sweetheart? I can do this all day.”

Two more smacks resounded accompanying your moan of pleasure. You could feel yourself practically dripping onto the sheets below with how wet you were. Tears of frustration began to prickle at your eyes the longer he kept you like this.

“What’s this?” Jake mocked. “Is my honey girl a slut for pain?”

“Jake!”

“Answer the question, Scout.”

“Yes! Yes, I’m a slut for pain.”

Another smack landed on your ass, and your head fell forward onto your arms as you let out a sob.

“Are you going to stay out of trouble when I tell you to?”

“Yes! Yes, please Jakey!”

He hummed as he leaned back, admiring his handiwork. You were sure your ass was as red as it felt, and you hung your head in shame as his fingers ran through the slick that was running down your thighs.

“Who knew you’d love being treated this way,” he rasped, leaning in and licking a line up your slit. You cried out at the sensation, your hips surging back to seek out more. He chuckled as he ran his length through your folds once more. “Who knew the prim and proper lady from Baltimore was just a cock hungry slut. Is that what you want, sugar? You wanna be filled up, nice and full?”

“Yes,” you hissed, arching your back as the tip of his cock slipped into you. “Want you to fill me up.”

“As you wish,” he smirks, slamming back into you. His pace was relentless, hips slamming into yours with a force that nearly knocked you over. Jake gathered your hair into a ponytail, using it to guide you back until your back was flush to his chest. His hand drifted down to wrap around your neck, squeezing slightly and earning a debauched moan from you. He slowed his pace until he was gently rocking into you. He pulled your head to the side to face his, hooded gaze meeting hooded gaze.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, and you did as he said. Jake spit into your mouth, and a part of you knew you should be disgusted at how he was treating you, but another, larger, part entirely craved it.

“Swallow.”

You closed your mouth, swallowing. You opened your mouth without prompting, earning a wicked grin from the man behind you.

“Good fucking girl,” he growled, one hand moving to guide your hips back onto him. “Love having you like this. I’m gonna fill you up so full, you’ll be leaking me for days to come, you hear me? Can’t wait for you to be all round and swollen with me, with our baby. Gonna keep you full for as long as you’ll let me. You like that? You want me to fill you up? To breed you?”

“Please,” you gasped, feeling the coil tighten in your belly for the second time. Jake released your throat, snaking his hand down to toy with your clit. You keened as the precipice approached, and you could feel him begin to twitch inside you.

“Need you to come for me, honey girl,” he rumbled, pace faltering as he neared his own high. “Need to feel you squeezin’ me and milkin’ me dry.”

You flew over the edge with a cry, the coil snapping once again as you came harder than you thought possible. Jake groaned behind you, hips stuttering as you felt spurts of warmth fill you, triggering another, smaller orgasm as you continued to flutter around him. Moments passed as the two of you rode out your highs, breathing slowing to a calm.

Jake slowly lowered the two of you to the bed, rolling to the side as you turned to face him. His skin shone with sweat in the afternoon sun, his hair sticking up every which way as he smiled softly at you. You were sure you looked a similar state, but you couldn’t find it in you to care as he cupped your jaw and pulled you into a slow, sweet kiss. His tongue ran gently over yours, and you sighed as you basked in the feeling of being there with him. He pulled away, but stayed close enough to nuzzle his nose with yours.

“I love you,” he murmured. You couldn’t help the grin that broke out across your face as you placed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I love you too.”

“I meant it, you know,” he started, eyes uncertain as they watched you. “I want to have a family with you. We’ll get married, and I’ll build us a new house. One where you and I can grow old together.”

“Do you promise?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. He nodded earnestly.

“I’ve never meant anything more in my entire life. Your aunt and uncle already gave me permission to marry you.”

“They did?” You asked, brow shooting up in surprise. You thought back to your trip those weeks ago. “Is that what she whispered to you before we left?”

“That?” He frowned, shaking his head. “No, they gave me permission after the first week of us bein’ there. No, Aunt Jo told me…”

“Told you what?” You pressed as he trailed off. His eyes held confusion as he shook his head.

“It didn’t make much sense, but she said ‘Adeline would approve.’”

You felt a pang in your chest at his words, and tears flooded your eyes once more. Jake looked panicked as the tears began to fall.

“Scout, are you okay? Did I say something wrong?” He asked frantically.

“No, not at all,” you laughed, wiping the tears away. “Adeline was my mother, Jake.”

He froze, eyes growing wide as he took in your words.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “And she’s right. She would have liked you. Both of my parents would have.”

“You think?” He questioned, eyes hopeful.

“I know so.”

You sat at the bar of the saloon, head buried in your hands as you let out a frustrated sigh.

“I just don’t understand,” you said for the umpteenth time, raising your head to look at the girls that surrounded you. “Why hasn’t he proposed yet?”

“Are you two fighting about something?” Birdie asked. You shook your head.

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Maybe he’s waiting for the right time,” Penny suggested. Nat snorted, rolling her eyes.

“Knowing him,” she started, fixing you with a look, “he’s just being an idiot.”

“You don’t think he’s changed his mind about me, do you?” You whispered, fear gripping at you at the possibility. You knew that Jake had never had any intention of marrying before you came along. Maybe he had grown tired of you? Was the thought of marriage and a life together too much for him now? Things had seemed fine between you, but you were now into spring, and still no proposal. You fidgeted with the pendant around your neck. After your reunion, Jake had been quick to put it on you, chest puffed out in pride every time he saw you wearing it, which was always.

“No!” Penny assured you, resting against the bar top. “No, that boy is smitten with you, Scout.”

“You know,” Bunny spoke, causing all eyes to turn to the usually quiet girl. “If you’re really doubting his feelings for you, maybe you should try pulling back. You know, to see if he does something.”

You were quiet for a moment as you all pondered her words.

“It could work,” Penny conceded thoughtfully. “Jake is new to this kind of relationship, and asking him directly might not work. Try it Bunny’s way and see what happens.”

You nodded, moving to leave.

“And let us know what happens!” Nat called after you, earning a chuckle.

Another week had passed, and you had effectively been avoiding Jake at every turn. Every kiss dodged, every moment alone averted, and every conversation kept to a minimum. You could tell it was driving Jake crazy, but you knew he needed to be the one to confront you. How else were you supposed to know where his mind was at? Jake was kind, and perhaps he was trying to find a way to spare your feelings? No, he needed to be the one to say something.

You were carrying a bucket of feed into the barn when someone grabbed you and pushed you up against the wall. You let out a gasp as the bucket fell from your hand with a clang, your arms trapped between yours and Jake’s chest. His hands were on either side of your head as he pressed a heated kiss to your lips. You kissed him back with fervor, hands gripping onto his shirt. You had missed this. This week had been just as hard for you as it appeared to be for him.

You shoved him away, Jake stumbling back a few steps as you attempted to calm your racing mind, the both of you panting and glaring at each other.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He growled, eyes running up and down the length of you. You swallowed thickly, straightening to your full height.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, yes you do,” he snapped, pointing a finger at you accusingly. “You have been dodgin’ me left and right all week, and I wanna know why.”

“Are you tired of me?” You blurted out. All anger drained from Jake’s face as it was replaced with confusion.

“What?”

“Are you tired of me?”

“Scout, that’s a stupid question,” he huffed. When you didn’t say anything, he rolled his eyes and fixed you with another glare. “No, of course I’m not. Why would you think that?”

“Then why haven’t you proposed yet?” You murmured, bottom lip wobbling as you fought to keep your composure. “It’s been weeks since everything happened, and you still haven’t asked me to marry you.”

Jake looked at you incredulously, taking the few steps until he was standing right in front of you.

“Well, shit, honey girl,” he chuckled. “I gave you the necklace, didn’t I?”

“What?” You blinked up at him.

“I gave you the necklace,” he continued, picking up the pendant and toying with it. “Figured that was as good as declaring we were gonna get married one day.”

You stared at him, his words slowly running through your head. You shoved him back again, this time following him as you slapped at his chest and shoulders.

“Ow, hey! Scout!” He hollered, grabbing your arms to stop you. Once you realized you were immobile, you stamped your foot, glaring up at him.

“Jake Seresin,” you shrieked, cheeks warm from exertion, “giving me the necklace does not equate to a proposal!”

Now it was his turn to stare. His bewildered expression melted into one of mischief and wonder as he ran his thumbs up and down your wrists.

“Alright, honey girl. You just wait. I’ll blow you away,” he smirked, bringing his forehead to rest against yours. You hummed, melting into his touch as he released your arms to wrap his own around you, swaying the two of you side to side.

“You better,” you muttered, a ghost of a smile on your lips. You felt him place a kiss to the top of your head as he held you tighter.

“How are you feelin’ now?” He asked, running a comforting hand up and down your spine as the two of you continued to sway.

“I’m happy,” you whispered, closing your eyes and pressing your ear to his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady, a sound you’d never tire of.

“Yeah,” he hummed, resting his cheek against the top of your head now. “I’m happy too.”

Coming January 2024...

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Sugar Plums & Scares | M.R X Reader

a/n: it's almost friday yall...im hanging on by a thread fr pairing: Michael "Robby Robinavitch X Single Mom!Reader wc: 3.9k warning; !! semi proof read!!

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“That’s lovebug…” Langdon was the first to speak as everyone stood in silence, looking at the small child in your arms. You nodded with a smile. 

“Yep, she’s five years old, and a very brave but troublesome girl!” You told everyone, making lacey turn away from everyone’s gaze, feeling bashful.

“I thought lovebug was a pet?” Mel asked mckay who shrugged her shoulders. “So did I.”

“Is the bet void then?” Victoria whispered to santos who shrugged and eyed the little girl’s features. “What?” Lacey asked santos, perking up in your arms. Santos held her hands in mock surrender. “Didn’t say anything..” Santos defended. 

“Careful, she will bite if aggravated.” Jack told everyone, his voice made lacey squeal and wiggle in your arms to be put down. “Uncle jack!” She squealed as you placed her on the grass, she ran over to the night shift attending and hugged his legs. 

“Uncle jack?” Robby quietly asked you.

“Jack knew from the start.” You shrugged, smiling as jack picked lacey up with a groan and walked over to the workers who began talking to the little girl. 

“Hi lacey, do you remember me?” Samira asked, smiling as the little girl nodded, “Dr. mohan!” She greeted the doctor. “I never got to thank you for that great drawing of us, i keep it in my bag all the time!” Mohan grinned, carefully rubbing a hand over the little girl’s back.

You and robby watched as slowly the ICU unit made their way over and found out about lacey; since finding her nepotism in the hospital all the workers began talking to the little girl, making promises to see her perform in the nutcracker.

“Alright, no more lacey talk, back to training!” You called out, making everyone groan and disbursed into groups for more activities. Jack had fought hard with robby about letting the little girl down; only doing so when lacey asked, so she could go park her jeep by jake’s seat. 

While you helped jack and shen with the interns you had left lacey with robby, jake and collins who all sat don, watching everyone get drills by the three attendings. Collins smiled at the little girl who sighed and watched you with awe in her eyes.

“Do you like doing shows?” Heather asked, lacey nodded and smiled. “I get to wear makeup and get candy from my grammy and pop-pop!” She explained, reaching for her dance bag, struggling to unzip it, jake leaned over and helped lovebug.

She nodded thanks before digging for her water bottle, the three adults smiled as lacey mindless tossed out her dance shoes, more leg warmers, colorful bows and more before grinning as she pulled out a bluey water bottle. She popped the lid open and leaned back in kid fashion to take a sip but stopped as it was now empty.

“Here lacey, i’ll fill it.” Robby offered, smiling at the little girl, holding a hand out to her. She shook her head and got up and walked towards jack and shen with her bottle in hand.

Once it was out lacey had asked for a drink, all employees jumped to find something she’d like. Lacey stood next to shen as he scrolled through uber eats for drinks. You chuckled and rolled your eyes at everyone’s treatment to lovebug.

Samira and victoria stood on both sides you. 

“So you’re a ballet dancer?” Samira asked with a teasing smile, making you let out a playful groan. “Yes, ok it was my childhood spent on stage dancing..” You waved her off.

“Can you teach us something?” Victoria asked, a matching smile as samira’s. You looked at both girls before shaking your head in disbelief. “No, i’m only being the sugar plum cause i was distracted when my mom asked!” You attempted to defend but stopped as both girls looked at you pleadingly.

With a quick test of your shoes sturdiness, you sighed and stretched your legs and motioned for the two to give you room. You swiftly rose onto pointe, holding it for a few seconds before dropping, with a bow you stood back up.

Both the girls clapped and quickly followed as you showed them stretches to do. Smiling to yourself as lacey could overhear you and mindlessly began to do tendu as you instructed the girls to do the same. 

After fights of paying for lacey’s drink finally they had gotten it deliver, getting back to training. Leaving jake and lacey alone.

Lacey sat in her little car and sipped her gatorade as you and robby attempted to round up the everyone for one last lap. 

“Lovebug!” You called out, the little girl smiled and handed the drink to jake as she waved to you. You tapped robby and told him hold on before jogging over to jake and lacey. “Everyone said it’d be fun if you drove after them while they did the last lap!” You told the little girl who lit up and smiled, looking at you before turning to jake with a grin.

“C’mon jakey, you can help me!” She squealed, quickly turning her car on and speeding up, you ran over to robby and motioned for him to start moving as lacey followed behind you, the little plastic gears slowly getting louder.

“Alright keep it running, lacey may look tiny but she has a heavy foot on that gas petal!” Robby warned, making a few turn to see lacey now on the sidewalk behind them speeding up, jake behind her carrying her drink and jacket. 

Robby chuckled as he managed to dodge lacey speeding by, her jeep going for shen as he attempted to use whitaker as a shield in case she got close with her bumper.

“Well at least we know she won’t be getting her license.” Jake joked to you and robby. 

“She really does have a heavy foot on that petal, i think if she would’ve gone any faster i would have a bruise.” Robby chuckled, the back of his legs still sore from earlier that day.

“Jack watch out for her, she won’t stop for uncles!” You yelled as lacey got close to his prosthetic leg. “I know, santos she on the left!” You called out making robby laugh as lacey kept swiving.

“She has the interns terrified!” Robby laughed, making you chuckle before running over to stop lacey before she actually crashed into someone.

Jake smiled and shook his head, falling in pace with robby. “Looks like I have a sister now?” Jake teased making robby nod flustered as he watched you let lacey back to driving.

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Sitting down to eat finally was peaceful, lacey sat on your lap as you tore pieces of your sandwich for her to nibble on.

Getting semi soggy goldfish crackers in return from her. Robby sat across from you both, chewing on his protein bar while looking around the park now. Collins walked over and sat down and began to play with lacey who had proudly stood up began showing off her ballet moves.

“Mommy said next year she’ll let me try to do a pas de deux!” Lacey told heather excited, making you chuckled. 

“What is that?” Jake asked you, looking confused at the terms coming from the five year old’s mouth.

“A duet.” Jack answered, walking over to where you all sat. “So how long have you known about miss ballerina over here?” Robby asked, motioning to where lacey had collins hold her steady while she did turns. 

“Since this one worked in the ED, it was obvious, she had eyebags, always drifted towards the pediatric patients we’d get, had to be off the clock on the dot..” Jack explained, making you nod.

“Having a baby in med school must’ve been a nightmare..” Collins sighed as she looked at you, awe in her eyes. You just nodded and quickly got to lift lacey up as she went to tackle you. “Big time, she was a velcro baby too!” You chuckled, placing lacey down beside robby, not seeing her look of distaste.

“So you’re gonna be a flower petal this year too?” Collins asked making the little girl grin and nod. “Now i get to dance with my mommy and nick on stage too!” Lovebug squealed, making you smile.

“Is there any role you want when your older?” Jake asked, placing his elbows on his knees as lacey lit up and began listing characters off. “Oh and I want to the inventor guy’s jester doll!” She tried to explained, flapping her arms like in the dance.

“I think you’d be a good rat king!” Jack teased the little girl who’s grin widened as she agreed. 

“And- and i could rule over the rats too!” She pointed out. 

Collins face dropped as she turned to you. “Rats?” 

Her question making robby belly laugh, while you grinned and shook your head. “No real ones, the dancers are just in fur suits with pool noodles as intestines.” You quickly explained, leaning over to show photos of the dancers with their costumes on.

Swiping to show lacey with her rat suit half way on while she laid in her toy car, tired from that practice. Collins smiled at the photos of lacey at the studio, already fallen for the crazy little girl.

Langdon walked over, phone in hand as he walked to lacey. “When me and my wife go watch you, i hope to see an amazing rat performance like i’ve been hearing from jack.” He told the little girl who nodded and puffed up her chest.

“I’m always the best rat, i’m gonna do some WWE this year!” She explained, motioning for your phone. “Last year i did twirls like the rat was a ballerina!” She giggled, making a smile grown on langdon’s face.

“Mommy got a video of me!” She held onto langdon’s shoulder while she cracked up giggling still; her laughter had gotten everyone’s attention; it was certain lacey had wormed her way into everyone’s heart.

- - - - - - - -

Weeks had passed since you and robby had talked everything through, you both had began to slowly see each other out of work, occasionally splitting a cafeteria sandwich on the quick quiet moments. 

Robby smiled at the sight of you leaning against central. It was clear you had been tired and stressed over the past few weeks since agreeing to be in your parents production. Dana rubbed your arm in comfort as you sipped your coffee.

“It’s five pm and you’re on coffee number four?!” Robby playfully scolded and took the cup from your hands. Nodding you sighed.

“I know, but no matter how much I sleep i feel drained, i think it’s the stress of ballet again!” You ranted, dana smiled at you in comfort. “Lovebug doing well with practice?” Robby asked, stepping next you, rubbing your back while drinking your coffee.

“She’s acting as if she’s not nervous for being a petal but you can see it on her little face..” You sighed, leaning to robby’s side. 

Dana chuckled to herself as she patted your hand before pulling out the pamphlet for the show the staff kept on central. “I’m sure she’ll be fantastic, besides look at that face!” She pointed to lacey’s photo on the back. 

Nodding to yourself, robby patted your back. “She still hasn’t forgiven me?” He asked you, making you shake your head. Robby had sent countless amount of things for lacey in hope’s she’d accept it and be somewhat okay with him around.

“No but last night she did get tucked in with a ratatouille plushie you sent over.” You gave him a half smile he just looked at the ceiling, closing his eyes before nodding. “It’s just baby steps now, just gonna take some time..” Robby reassured himself.

“What did he do?” Dana asked, peering over her glasses frames.

“Misunderstanding.” Robby tried to brush it off.

“Remember how it was rumoured robby had a girlfriend that wasn’t me, well lacey noticed how he never came back over and hear of the rumor, so now she stays in her room whenever he comes over for dinner.“ You explained to dana, who’s eyes widened at robby before leaning over central to smack him on the arm.

“You didn’t send this sweet woman a text, phone calls? Nothing? Flowers even?!” Dana scolded, making robby groan. “I did sent flowers but the other man took ‘em.” Robby defented making your eyes widen.

“I knew that fucker didn’t remember i like those kinds of flowers!” You gasped, smacking the desk.

“Who?” Dana questioned.

“Nicholas, lacey’s father..” Robby said with distaste, making you and dana share a look. 

“He’s the sugar plum prince.” You pointed to the photo of you and nick in the pamphlet. Dana looked over him before scoffing, dropping the paper onto the desk as if it burned her. “He looks like a jagoff..” She said with disgust, making you snicker.

“He’s a big one..” Robby muttered, drawing his arm away as you pushed yourself away from central to go back to work. “See you later tonight?” Robby asked, you shrugged as you rolled your shoulders. “I have to [practice for tomorrow’s show..” You sighed.

Robby nodded and turn to dana. “You going to see the show?” He asked, already moving to get nicotine gum from his backpack under the desk.

Dana nodded proudly. “Yep, my girls agreed to come with, their excited to see ballet live.” Dana smiled as you nodded, moving over to robby.

“See you tomorrow.” You kissed his cheek before walking to the staff elevators. 

Robby froze as the tips of his ears flushed, dana smiled at him. “Oh you’ve got it bad..” She laughed. Robby shook his head, dana wasn’t wrong though..

- - - - - - - -

Carrying two bouquets, robby walked up to the theater, seeing a group of the ED workers already lined up. Greeting on another, they all had something to give you and lacey, being flowers, toys and candy.

As they all got in, quickly finding seats together, robby sat near the aisle, looking around the big theater, little dancers he’s seen before ran around the theater, lacey not too far behind them.

They watched as lacey talked to her grandparents before nodding at something they said and ran backstage to get ready.

Robby sighed as he fiddled with the bouquet for lacey. Too deep into his thought he hadn’t realized jake had sat down beside him. “You good man?” Jake asked, noticing the far off look on robby’s face.

Quickly nodding, jake left it alone and began talking to the others.

A bit had gone by before robby got up from his chair to use the bathroom, excusing himself to the lobby.

As he exited the restroom he stopped as he saw a teary lacey sitting on a bench while nick stood beside her, swiping on his phone. 

“Stop being a crybaby, you’re five years old, grow up will you..” Nick scoffed, glancing down at lovebug who hiccuped into her hands. Nick’s words had sent fire into robby’s soul; he walked over ot the pair.

“She’s five years old, but i doubt a manchild like you would see a difference.” Robby scoffed, kneeling down in font of lacey who still cried. “What’s wrong buggy?” Robby asked softly.

Lacey pouted, looking to nick before bursting into more tears, she quickly flung herself into robby’s arms. “I didn’t– didn’t get dressed and– and nick yelled at me...” She weeped into robby’s neck, tightly holding onto him.

“It’s ok honey, i’ve got you.” Robby reassured, rubbing the back of her head in comfort. Quickly picking her up and turning to her. “Why don’t you go get ready now, everyone’s excited about your performance..” Robby told the little girl who calmed down and nodded before running backstage but not without looking at robby once last time, a tiny sad smile on her face.

Turning to nick, robby held himself back. “You really are something..” Robby scoffed. 

“What jealous i get the girl?” Nick tried to taunt. Robby just shook his head. “What girl, you mean pittsburgh’s best ICU doctor? Lacey’s brave mother? Or are you talking about my girlfriend?” Robby asked, making nick shut up for once.

“You’re temporary.” Nick tried to insult but robby shrugged it off, already walking to the theater. 

“Temporarily a boyfriend..” Robby shrugged, leaving nick to fume outside.

- - - - - - - -

Backstage was hectic, you had been busy, helping the other younger girls fix their hair into buns and into crowns. You had left lacey with marissa to get ready for the show, as you finished your hair and makeup, you opened your phone to check the time but stopped at the notification.

Your heart warmed as jake had sent a selfie of him and robby in the audience, flowers in their laps. Quickly typing up a response before finishing getting ready.

Running to the main stage you had barely made it in time, the curtain coming down to change the scenery. “Cutting it close huh?” Nick asked, making you jump.

“Less time, I spend with you the better..” You scoffed before putting on a fake smile as you entered stage, pretending to clean. Nick shook his head backstage, standing in the wings, he glanced over the stage and scoffed as he saw robby and jack in the audience.

Nick had been terrified of jack abbot, knowing of jack’s background, the two had met in the past, jack always brushed him off like a bug.

Once your scenes were over, you ran backstage and smiled as lacey stood ready next to her cousins as they got ready for their cue.

“Goodluck buggy!” You grinned and gave her a thumbs up before standing back to watch.

Three fur covered rats entered the stage, the ED workers snicked as they spotted lacey with bows on her costume, climbing onto the couch as the two rats wrestled.

Everyone snickered as lacey patted her elbow before jumping off the couch like a flying squirrel, her cousins cushioning her fall. Quickly the three scattered.

A few more rats had entered stage before all of them came out for a dance bit before scattering once more.

“You having a proud father moment?” Jake teased robby who watched lacey the whole time. 

“Very, look at her..” Robby grinned, his heart feeling full.

Backstage lacey yanked off her hood and pouted as she rubbed her elbow, coming down onto her cousins she had hit her elbow on the stage hard, the area now red. You walked over, the bodice for sugar plum on, you bend down and hugged the little girl.

“You did great, i’m sure grammy and pop-pop were laughing!” You told the little girl who nodded and lifted her elbow to show you. “I hit my elbow on stage, it’s sore mommy..” She sighed, looking up at you.

As you went to check her over, nick walked up behind you both. Lacey glared at him before taking her arm back and turned to the stage exit. “I’m gonna go!” She told you before running off. 

You sighed and stood up, stopping as nick stood behind you.

“Oh god, you just keeping popping up!” You groaned, grabbing your tutu from a bench backstair and began putting it on. “So you’re with that doctor now?” Nick questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You laughed as you shimmed yourself into the tutu. “Yeah, what’s it to you?” You asked, rolling your eyes as he helped you tighten the tutu. “Well, he’s gonna be around my daughter that’s my problem..” He tried to start but you whipped around to face him. 

“Just like you’re never around my daughter?” You asked, a smirk on your face. Nick scoffed at you.

“You know what kind of a man he is..” Nick was cut off by a soft laugh from you. “Yeah, a better one than you.” You smiled, testing your pointe shoes once more.

“Fine, i’ll just take you court then.” He huffed, the other dancers now listening turned to each other in shock at his words.

“Do it, single mom who’s a doctor compared to a deadbeat firemen who owes five years worth of child support, i’d love to see it nicholas!” You laughed and patted him on the back before walking away.

- - - - - - - -

Once the curtains had fallen for intermission, robby and the others stood up from their seat to stretch, some going to the main hall where there was free drinks.

Still sitting, jake turned his head as tiny footsteps sounded nearby. Jake grinned at lacey, now in a pink leotard and sweatpants. She smiled at everyone and waved.

“Hi guys!” She greeted, quickly jumping away as jake opened his arms for a hug.

“Don’t I smell like rat!” She warned, her arms out in front of her. Backing away as the others tried. “I’ve smelt worse!” Robby chuckled as he managed to lift lacey up into a hug, she giggled as his bread tickled her.

Once calmed down, lacey was now held in robby’s arms while the others praised her rat performance.

Looking her over, robby stopped at a bruise growing on her elbow, his eyes looking at her face then back to her arms for any more marks, lacey noticed the look robby had and shook her head at him.

“I hit the stage too hard!” She said, showing everyone the bruise. Robby nodded as he rubbed her back, lacey sighed as she leaned into robby.

She let out a yawn, Robby chuckled and bounced the little girl. “You got one more dance then you can nap!” He tried to encourage the little dance who sighed and nodded.

As robby bent down to put her back on the ground lacey protested, lifting her legs back up. “Not yet..” She quietly told robby who just nodded and continued to pat her back while lacey and jake talked about cartoons.

Backstage for act two had been hectic once more, the angels ran around, collecting their headpieces while the arabian dancers scattered, hoping to find the rug.

You chuckled as you walked back to your dressing room, you pulled your phone out and unlocked it. Laughing at the photo dana had sent of robby, jake and lacey together. It warmed your heart to see the sight.

As you went to swipe away random notifications one stopped you in your place.

Your period tracker, asking if you had gotten you cycle yet.

Quickly opening your calendar to see it had been almost two months. You quickly directed marissa to buy pregnancy tests, luckily two dancers had already been out and brought them to you in time.

As you opened the boxes you stopped as lacey passed by your room, heading to her own to get dressed, her hair already fixed.

With shaky hands you walked to the add on bathroom and took the test. As you set a timer your thought went wild.

Mel had told you the labs test were expired, that’s why you had gotten a false positive..right?

You sighed and stopped your pacing. The lab had used the same tests from the ED’s supply closet. Before you could flip the test, a knock stopped you, marissa peaked in.

“We need you on stage like now,” She huffed. “Hurry up, come on lady!”

You quickly dropped the test and followed her, shutting the dressing room shut; unfortunately missing the two positive pregnancy test sitting on the sink.

next pt

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“ Episode Nine ~ Operation Birthday Surprise: Paging Dr. Daddy”

Michael Robinavitch x wife reader x the kids x Grandma Diana

Warning ⚠️: Spencer as a dictator/ mob boss birthday planner

If Spencer Robinavitch had a clipboard, she would’ve been a menace. Luckily, she had two.

It started with a whisper to her Grandma Diana over pancakes:

“Grandma. We need to throw Daddy a surprise party. Like, STAT.”

Diana blinked. “Sweetheart, his birthday isn’t until next weekend.”

Spencer flipped to page three of her “Top Secret Operation Birthday File.”

“We need prep time. Streamers. Cake. Party hats. Maybe a defibrillator made out of frosting.”

Diana, being both a grandmother and chaos enabler, smiled. “I’m in.”

---

Recruitment Phase

Spencer enlisted everyone.

Alex, of course, became her “deputy.”

Kojo was labeled “K9 Unit – Cake Security.”

Sawyer, who usually wanted no part in glitter-related activities, agreed only because:

A) It was for Michael.

B) Spencer promised not to read her diary anymore.

“Do you actually read her diary?” Diana asked.

“I plead the fifth,” Spencer replied, sipping her juice box like a mob boss.

---

Guest List, As Dictated By Spencer:

All nurses from the Pitt: Dana, Princess, Nina, and Trina were given custom glitter-injected invites that said “SURGICAL PARTY UNIT REQUIRED!”

Interns: Dr. Mel King, Dr. Santos, Dr. Whitaker, Dr. Mahun, and Vanessa got theirs via Kojo-delivery. (He wore a hat.)

Residents & Attendings: Dr. Langdon and Dr. Heather Collins were officially summoned via “paging” stickers and fake emergency charts.

Jack Abbott, Spencer’s favorite uncle, got a personalized card with “Bring cookies or don’t come.”

Jake was almost invited—until Spencer reminded Sawyer:

“He said Daddy failed at saving someone. No cake for mean people.”

Sawyer nodded. “Yeah… okay, he can sit this one out.”

---

The Big Day

Michael thought he was just coming home from work to a quiet evening and maybe a steak dinner.

Instead, he opened the door to:

A full-scale medical-themed birthday party

Streamers that said “HAPPY CODE B-DAY!”

A cake shaped like an EKG line

Balloons labeled “STAT,” “LOL,” and “You’ve Aged Like a Fine Chart”

Dana was already dancing with a party hat on backwards. Mel King was trying to get Kojo to wear scrubs. Vanessa was explaining Spencer’s guest flow chart to Jack Abbott, who looked both impressed and overwhelmed.

“Surprise!” everyone screamed.

Michael blinked. “Did… my daughter throw me a hospital-themed birthday party?”

Spencer ran up in her white coat and plastic stethoscope. “Yes. Because you’re the best doctor AND daddy and I love you. Also, we almost lost Kojo to a cupcake but he made it.”

Michael scooped her up and laughed. “This is the best thing ever.”

Sawyer handed him a card. “From all of us.”

Alex added, “We didn’t even fight while decorating. That’s love.”

Diana snapped a picture as Spencer declared:

“Let the cardiac-themed scavenger hunt begin!”

---

Later That Night

Everyone left full and smiling. The kids were asleep, Kojo was snoring at the foot of the bed, and Michael and Y/N finally had a moment alone.

“That was… impressive,” Michael said. “I genuinely thought I was walking into a real code blue.”

Y/N grinned. “Spencer’s been planning it all week with my parents. You should’ve seen her threatening to remove Jack from the guest list unless he brought chocolate chip cookies.”

“She’s got your leadership and my taste in snacks.”

Y/N kissed his cheek. “Happy birthday, Dr. Daddy.”

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Melodic Memories | Track 6: Ain’t No Sunshine - Bill Withers

In a tattered old box shoved deep down in the corner of an overfilled closet, a lifetimes worth of memories lie dormant at the bottom waiting to be rediscovered.

Masterlist

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: sexting?, explicit photographs, making out, angst, crying, heartbreak, high school breakups, breakups, estranged parent/strained parental relationship, depression, high school drama, anxiety, mentions of drinking, drinking, mentions of hookups/one night stands, unrequited love, PTSD mentions/explanations of reactions and behaviours due to PTSD, mentions of addiction/drugs, smoking, swearing, fluff, sorry if i miss any!

Sorry for the wait, but thank you for being patient with me! I love you guys to no end!! As always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🫶🏻

Also a special shout-out to @gretavangroupie and @gretavanmoon for always keeping me on track, putting up with my craziness, and for the unwavering support and encouragement 🤍 melodic memories wouldn’t be what it is without you 😌

Her POV

“Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone

It’s not warm when she’s away

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone

And she’s always gone too long

Anytime she goes away”

Your phone chiming beside your laptop broke your attention from the endless list of Indeed applications you had half finished. You landed back in your chair, careful not to disturb Ozz, who was sound asleep on your thighs without a care in the world. You tapped the screen, hoping it would be a breath of hope for a job offer by a principal who was also plagued with insomnia, but instead realized it was a breath of hope for a much different reason. Jake’s contact name sat below the clock on your Lock Screen, letting you know that after everything, he still didn’t have the heart to hate you.

For some odd reason, you almost wished he did.

Hurting him was something you never wanted to do, but since meeting him, it was all you could do. Despite breaking his heart all over again, he never gave up hope on being friends, even if the label was bullshit and completely unfulfilling.

Being friends with him was hard, mostly because you didn’t want to be, and because you didn’t know how to be. Loving him was a constant state, and putting that to the side proved to be a daunting task despite you being the one to suggest it. Since the day you met him, you were head over heels, and even in his years of absence, it never went away. Being cordial without crossing lines and being friendly without any hidden agenda was difficult, but because you had promised him, you were committed to trying.

Since your talk with Mel the day prior, you felt better about your feelings, but still not certain. There was so much up in the air, still so many things that would not resolve without time, but you had taken it upon yourself to respond to his messages and keep up the friendly communication. It hurt, but it felt better than whatever the hell the previous few days had been. You were sober, still sad, but trying your best to make life as normal as possible despite the burgeoning sorrow that was begging to take over again. It was easier when you were burying yourself in the task of finding work, but that seemed to be the only distraction.

When it came down to it, your current state could only be blamed on your own stubbornness and stupidity.

You clicked on the notification, your Face ID immediately bringing you to the text chain. You scanned the message, seeing no words or greetings, but instead a link to Spotify. With furrowed brows, you clicked on it and waited for the app to load. Once it did, you wished you had ignored it completely. The familiar album cover sent a wave of tears rushing down your cheeks, without warning and without any hesitation. It seemed like a common theme as of recent.

Ain’t No Sunshine - Bill Withers

For a little extra salt in the wound, you pressed play and let the slow melody fill your ears. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the brief moment of pain be felt instead of pushing it down and letting it fester.

Another text popped up on the screen, force of habit making you click on it as soon as it appeared. When it brought you back to Jake’s thread, you noticed an image attatched below the song. You recognized the sight immediately, briefly considering blocking him and changing your name so you never had to feel this way again.

Still, you knew that running away would not rid you of the curse of loving a Kiszka. You tried it once before, and it left you in the exact same situation you ran away from.

For someone who said he would try his best to be just friends, him sending you pictures of him in his childhood bedroom and a link to a song that was an explicit telling of his heart was not very friend-like.

At the same time, you crying over said instances was also very far from friendly.

After only a few troublesome days, it seemed apparent that friends was never in the cards for the two of you.

You looked back at the bed, finding Mel sleeping soundly under the covers, unbeknownst to your troubles just a few feet away. If she were awake, you wondered what she would say. Would she push you to respond, to tell him that the world seemed bleak and lonely without him, too? Without even debating it, you already knew the answer.

Of course she would. It was an incredibly stupid thing to ask.

In fact, she would probably tell you exactly that, or she would be a little more coarse and unapologetic about it. So you drafted up a response with the ghost of Mel’s advice in the back of your mind. If he could be open and honest, so could you. Your fingers trembled as you typed your answer, stopping every now and then to gather your thoughts before continuing on. Eventually, you let out a breath of relief, hitting send on the text and watching as the blue line slid across the screen until it delivered.

You

Guess I’m not the only one having a hard time with friends.

Almost instantly, three dots popped up encased in a grey bubble, signifying he was already typing a response for you.

Jake ❤️

We’re in this together, just like always.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, sickened by the idea of you both suffering over the same thing when the solution was right in front of you. Together always, no matter if it was mutual happiness or to share sorrows.

Jake ❤️

What are you doing up so late, sunshine?

You

Damn job applications. Still no calls :(

Jake ❤️

They’re crazy for not calling you back. I know you’d be the best teacher at ANY school.

You

You think too highly of me 😅

Jake ❤️

Think you don’t give yourself enough credit.

You

What are YOU doing up so late? Sending such risqué texts at that.

Jake ❤️

At mom and dad’s house… had too much wine. Just waiting for Sam to shut up so he can drive us back to the hotel.

You

So I have a drunkard on my hands.

Jake ❤️

I wish I was in your hands, but we’re friends now so I guess that’s off the table.

Your cheeks turned red, your stomach twisting with knots at the simple thought of touching him again. Of course you’d rather be there, drinking wine and retelling childhood stories while sat on the couch, maybe even with his hand on your knee as you leaned into his side. You wanted it all, but only ever with him, and it was torture to pretend you didn’t. He made it so hard to keep your morals in check, and the longer you talked to him the less you seemed to care about the reasons why you left. Maybe you ignoring him had little to do with your own sadness and everything to do with his ability to change your mind about things.

You wanted him—you needed him. To feel his arms around you, to hear the sweet melodies of his voice, to feel the love radiating from him straight into you. You were sick of the self-inflicted punishments, tired of holding back. You missed him, and you couldn’t bear to feel it any longer, especially when he was so close to you.

Jake ❤️

Sorry, sunshine. I’m trying my best.

You

Don’t apologize.

With that, you gave in to the temptation and closed your laptop. You carefully placed Ozz on the bed, so gently that he didn’t even stir from his sleep. As you clicked on his contact and dialled his number, you snuck out of your bedroom and let the door fall shut behind you. The dial tone didn’t even have a chance to ring once before he picked up, his raspy tone filling your ears and easing the ache in your chest that had been bothering you for days.

“Do friends call each other at one in the morning?” He teased, the slight slur in his tone telling you he certainly did indulge in too much wine.

“You want me to hang up?” You shot back, bluffing of course, but warning him nonetheless.

“Not at all.” He responded without missing a beat. “Job hunt too boring? Needed some excitement?”

“Something like that.” You hummed, pacing the hallway outside of your bedroom. You had no idea why you were so nervous, especially considering you’d been in this position a million times before. For some reason, it felt different now, more real and much more terrifying. You let out a sigh, deciding to rip off the bandaid and get straight to the point. “You still have that pack of Newports?”

“Just smoked one.” He confirmed. “Why?”

“I have a bottle of strawberry wine. The cheap stuff, like I used to drink when we were kids.” You swallowed hard, wondering if he understood your intent. He was silent, the static crackling over the line the only inkling he was still there. After a moment, he cleared his throat, and you could only imagine his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he tried to swallow back his nerves.

“Does that mean what I think it does?”

“Let Sam talk, Jake.” You confirmed. “I’ll take you home later.”

“Are you sure, sunshine? This isn’t very friend-like… ‘least it wasn’t way back then.”

“Shove it with the friend thing. It was a really stupid thing to say. I need you Jake, no matter what fucking label we put on it.” You rushed out, knowing you were only breaking your own rules because you were overtired and sad. Still, the only place you wanted to be was in his arms, and nothing would take that feeling away. “Are you in or out?”

“In. Always.” He assured you.

“I’ll meet you halfway.” You couldn’t measure the amount of relief you felt.

“See you in ten.” He promised. Without another word, he ended the call, leaving you staring at your lock screen with uncertainty bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

Instead of dwelling, you snuck back in your room to grab a hoodie. You slipped it over your head as you walked downstairs, grabbing your keys from the kitchen table as you slipped on your shoes. You locked the door behind you, carefully trodding down the porch steps and into the night. The air was cool, the grasshoppers and crickets working together to make an ambient atmosphere in your front yard. You cut through the lawn, feeling the dew of the grass stick to your ankles as you checked for headlights on the road.

You started at a slow pace down your street, your heart racing as the moonlight illuminated the way. Street lamps were few and far between, casting yellow hues over the horizon as you approached your first turn. Keeping on the sidewalk, you marched down the side street and noticed that nobody was waiting for you at the end. Your stomach sank, wondering if maybe he had enough of your ridiculous mood swings and decided not to come at all. You tried not to get in your own head too much as you neared the four way intersection, hearing nothing but distant cars on the highway.

You tapped your foot against the pavement as you stood in the middle, never letting your eyes leave the road that led to his house. After a few more minutes of nothing, your disappointment was growing stronger by the second. You tried to tell yourself that Jake would never leave you hanging, not with your hopes up and your heart splayed on your sleeve. At the same time, you knew if he did, you would be nothing other than deserving of it. You took his love and his kindness for granted, hurting him more than you cared to admit even if it was for his own sake, and if he thought it was justifiable to leave you looking like an idiot, you would have to agree.

Then, your whirlwind of thoughts came to a halt. A shadow appeared under a streetlight, giving you a glimpse of hope back. Seconds later, you could see the outline of a body in the near distance. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jeans, his long hair hanging down over his shoulders, and the cutoff t-shirt he was wearing hung loosely from his torso.

It was Jake.

Your Jake—the very same as he was six years ago when he used to meet you in that exact spot.

Knowing that made you feel at ease, calm despite the constant storm of emotions trying to ruin your life. It felt right, walking to meet him under the moonlight, seeing his silhouette under the street lamps. Things were so different, but eerily similar to those memories you cherished most. Without hesitation, you started to walk towards him, your feet carrying you forward despite your brain telling you not to. Your pace sped the closer you got to him, and before you knew it, you were running towards him in hopes he would greet you with the same enthusiasm.

“Sunshine!” Jake laughed, tumbling backwards as you collided into him and engulfed him in a hug. His arms wrapped around you as your head settled on his chest, and as if it were a natural response, he lifted you off your feet and spun you around.

You wondered, after so much heartbreak, how could things still feel so perfect?

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked, carefully placing you back on the ground and pulling away. His warm eyes scanned your face, noticing the shine of tears still lingering and your red nose. “Hey,” his lips dipped into a frown, only making the ache in your chest worsen.

“I’m just… I’m sorry. About everything. The last four days have been awful, and I just… I didn’t want to leave it like that, I guess. You deserve more.”

“Nothing a little rooftop conversation can’t fix, right? Always seemed to work before.” At that, a small smile turned your lips. You sniffled back any remaining sadness, giving him a curt nod to show him you agreed wholeheartedly.

The walk back to your house was relatively peaceful, and he had tested his luck and intertwined his fingers with your own for the short distance. You didn’t have the heart or the desire to turn him away, so you allowed yourself to enjoy the moment while you still could. Inside, you grabbed a few blankets and the last bottle of wine stored in the refrigerator. Then, like it was only yesterday, the two of you trekked into the spare bedroom and you watched as he popped out the screen on the window. Carefully, he climbed out first, grabbing the items from your hands so you could do the same.

When your feet were firmly planted on the rickety tin of the roof, he laid the blanket down and motioned for you to take a seat. Once you did, he sat behind you, his legs settling on either side of your own as he wrapped his arms around your torso. You leaned into the touch, resting your back against his chest as you looked up at the stars twinkling in the sky. For a single moment, you were seventeen again—the smell of Newports stuck to his clothes and the warmth of his body made you believe that no worldly trouble could touch you. You were seventeen, happy and carefree, long before heartbreak ever touched you and the end was even in sight.

But, no good thing could last forever, and the two of you were far too good to last for more than a small glimpse of time.

“Talk to me, sunshine.” He broke the silence, his voice quiet as he watched the same stars you’d focused your attention on.

“Been a long time since we came up here together.” You whispered, tracing small hearts into the back of his hand with your index finger. “I never came up here again after we… I couldn’t. Didn’t feel right.” He didn’t respond to your confessions. Instead, you felt his chin rest on the very top of your head, the pressure light and the position only so he could try and be closer to you. “Why’d you send me that song?”

“You know why.” You did, but you wanted to hear from him. “It’s you, Sunshine. It always has been, and it always will be. Every time I step foot in that house, you’re the only thing I can see. In my bed, laying on the couch in the basement, on a blanket in the backyard, bothering Sam in the doorway of his bedroom. It’s you. Even if you call us friends, that will never change.”

You reached for the bottle of wine, cracking the cap and taking a small sip. You decided it would be needed for such a heavy conversation, and you could keep him here for long enough to sober up and drive him home. As the liquid travelled down your throat, you were plagued with the thought that the sweetness couldn’t even compare to the kind in which came from his words. Even so, you continued to swallow it down in hopes it would wash away the taste of those from your tongue.

“Are you mad?” You asked, looking down at the point your hand met with his. His silence struck you harder than you thought it would, but you couldn’t blame him if he was.

“Not mad.” He replied, taking his time to collect his thoughts on the matter. “Frustrated, but not mad. Think I was at first, but Josh and Sam put things into perspective for me.”

“Mel helped me with that, too.” You hummed, taking another swig from the chilled bottle.

“Why do you think this is the only way?” He blurted the question out, the liquor getting the best of him and furthering his curiosity. He needed answers, but he was unsure if the ones you provided would help. Before you responded, you offered the bottle to him in hopes it would make it easier for him too.

“Because I don’t want to hurt you.” Your voice was so quiet that he could barely hear it over the ambient noise of the night. “Feel like that’s all I ever do, anyway.” He wanted to argue, to tell you how wrong it was and list every good thing you had ever brought to his life, but he didn’t. Instead, he settled on one simple statement he prayed would get his point across clearly.

“If all you did was hurt me, do you really think I’d still be here?” You swallowed the fact with struggle, feeling the truth get stuck in your throat as it began to choke you. Your eyes watered and your lungs burned because for a moment, you forgot how to breathe, and you hated yourself for pushing a narrative on him and forcing him to take it. “You are so much more than you give yourself credit for.”

Silence became the two of you again, neither one of you willing to rock the boat any further as you digested the answers to your questions. You listened to the dull thud of his heart against his chest, feeling it on your skull if you focused for long enough. You wondered, if he was a separate being and the two of you were your own entities, why did it feel like your heart existed alongside his own, beating in the same rhythm to make the same song, against the flesh and bone that made him? Your own chest felt empty, hollow and barren. It ached with a fervor and the nothingness seemed to taunt you when he wasn’t near. Now, in his arms, you could feel the beat of your own heart after days of missing it.

“Talk to me.” He repeated his earlier statement, his free hand reaching up to brush the locks of hair from your face. His fingers ran through the knotted strands, eventually reaching the end where he twisted them around his index finger. The small action was so akin to his love, the gentleness and the care that went into it telling of all he felt for you. “You called first. You asked me to come over. Something’s bothering you.”

He was right, but it was not some trivial thing or instance that plagued your thoughts. It was everything; the entire world as a whole, your life being so different than the one you envisioned. How could you explain what your troubles were when trouble was the only thing you knew?

Well, that, and love by his hand.

When considering the latter, the world didn’t seem so bleak after all.

“I don’t know what I’m doing or where I’m going.” You stated, blunt enough to make you regret it. You wished talking about your feelings was easier, that communication could come naturally rather than all or nothing.

“So you’ve said.” He let out a low chuckle, the warm skin of his hand drifting across your cool cheek reminding you that you were alive and awake, rather than stuck in a twisted dream.

“I dunno… guess that I always had this plan. Since I was little, even before my dad left, I knew where this life would take me and how I wanted it to go, how I would handle it. The older I get, the more I realize I never had it figured out, and it’s really bothering me. Way more than I thought it would.”

“Oh, sunshine.” Jake hummed, soft and sweet as the pad of his thumb drifted across your skin. You could hear the smile in his voice, but you weren’t sure why. Either way, it felt good to know it was there, even if your misery clouded every other aspect of your life. “None of us ever had it figured out, even if we thought so. Nobody does, even now. That’s the beauty of life, is it not?”

“God, you sound like Josh.” You scoffed, the corners of your lips turned upwards into a smirk. “When did that happen?”

“Yeah, maybe that was a bit much.” He agreed, his shoulders shaking with a laugh. “Spend a lot of time with him on the road. Kinda hard not to pick up some habits from him.”

“Where’s Jake? I want his answer, not the philosophical shit you pulled from one of Josh’s guides to enlightenment.” You teased, craning your head backwards to catch a glimpse of his face. As you did, you almost wished you didn’t, finding it incredibly hard to tear your eyes away from him.

“Jake’s right here, sunshine. If I answer, will you listen?” He raised an eyebrow, teasing you just the same. He had a point; you were quite pigheaded when it came to anyone else’s opinion, even if you tried your best not to be.

“I will, I promise.” You withheld the fact that all you wanted to do was listen to him, that if he stayed, you would promise to listen until your very last dying breath.

“Okay,” he let out a long breath. “I’m drunk, so bear with me.” At that, a giggle fell from your lips, bits of joy stuck in your teeth despite worrying you’d never feel it again. “Out of everyone I know, you’ve always had it together. You knew where you were going, what you were doing, and most of the time, you knew what everyone else was doing, too. Or what they should have been doing, at least.” A smile struck your lips, full but still sad because he was right. Planning and preparing were the two very things that kept you going, even if it made you overlook emotions and fun. “You still have it together, Y/N, even if things aren’t going exactly the way you wanted.”

“I just… I feel like after all this work, all of this time, I should be somewhere, be something.” You let out an exasperated sigh, your head falling back against his chest with a thud. “Instead, I’m almost twenty-five, still living in my moms house with no job and relying on my high school boyfriend to help pick me up off the ground.”

“Hey,” his interruption was curt, gruff almost as he voiced his distaste for your statement. “You’re not relying on me. I’m not forced to be here because you couldn’t do it alone. I want to be here. I offered to be here. I jumped at the chance, actually.” He said, his lips hovering over your ear as he leaned in further. He smelled like cheap cigarettes and red wine, the two fighting a losing battle against his expensive cologne. It was hard to resist the temptation, to hold yourself back from kissing him and confusing the two of you even further. “Besides, I’m not picking you up off the ground, ‘cause you were never down there in the first place.” The vibrations of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and the warmth of his breath made your stomach flutter. “Also, I’d like to think I’m a little more than just your old high school boyfriend.”

“You are.” The words slipped out with little thought, forcing you to explain your thoughts further. “You’re everything, bug. It’s always been you, too.” You took another sip of wine, swallowing back the heaviness of your statement. Even if the time was wrong, even if you weren’t meant to be, you would always be his. In this lifetime, his presence would always be the only thing you ever craved.

“You’ll get a job, sunshine. I bet you ten bucks you’ll get a call tomorrow.” At that, you let out a dry, sarcastic laugh. It had been months since you finished school, and months since you’d been waiting for an offer. For him to think the tables would suddenly turn was naïve, even if it was comforting. You knew that if everyone else in the world stopped believing in you, even if they thought your amount to nothing, he would continue to cheer you on.

Perhaps he was betting on a job offer for his own personal agenda. If you had certainty again, if you knew where you were going, you wouldn’t be so afraid to let him in.

“You’re funny, Jake.” You dismissed him, saddened as you continued to watch the sky.

“I’ll be expecting ten dollars, then.” He squeezed you a little tighter, the action pulling you further into him. You wanted to tell him that you never wanted him to let go, but you bit your tongue as you realized how selfish it was. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” You assured him.

“Is that why you left? The first time, and this time?” You froze, his question blunt and an answer just out of reach. You wondered what tipped him off, what forced him to ask such a question? You weren’t sure what exactly he was referring to, so before responding you thought it best to ask.

“What… what do you mean?”

“You’re a planner. You always knew how your life would go… and you never expected me. I turned it upside down the first time, and then you left and got yourself back on track… you learned how to be alone and you figured your shit out, just for me to show up and throw things out of whack again.” He seemed to be struggling to explain, but you were following him. “You like control, and you like certainty, and when you love someone this much, it kinda feels like everything is out of control. You don’t know if I’ll leave, or if we’ll run into trouble that causes more bad than good, and you don’t know what I’m thinking or where I’m going to end up. You being with me… kinda makes you accept a whole shitload of uncertainty, and you love certainty.”

“Jake, even if I went back in time and knew that I would end up with you, that we would end up like this, it still never would have prepared me for it.” You breathed, trying to wrap your head around the complexity and intensity of the emotions you felt for him. “I don’t think any kind of logic or sense could explain this. The way I feel for you… it’s so overwhelming, so unlike anything I’ve ever felt. When people used to talk about love, I never ever thought it would feel like this.” You swore you could feel his heart beat faster as you continued to speak, but you did your best to ignore it so you could keep your composure. “It scares me a little, and maybe it’s part of the reason why I left, but it’s so much more than that. The uncertainty was worth it, because I never felt like you would do anything to make me regret it. Even now, you still haven’t.”

“So what is it? Explain it to me, because we were all over the place that morning, and I just need to understand it.”

“I left because I love you.” You replied, toying with a loose thread on the blanket below you. “Because all I’ve ever wanted was to see you succeed, to live a life you always dreamed about, and I’m terrified of standing in the way of it. I saw the notifications on your phone, and it scared the shit out of me. I thought you were going to put your whole life on pause to figure us out, and I couldn’t handle it. You worked so hard for this, just like you did way back then, and I can’t ruin it for you. I’m so fucked up right now… drinking wine on the roof because I’m twenty-five and directionless. I can’t force you to plan your life around me when it’s so crazy right now. I don’t know where I’ll end up, and I guess I’m afraid if we do try again, you’ll regret it. I can handle a lot, but I couldn’t handle knowing you resented me.”

“That would never happen.” He said, his heart aching at the simple thought of you believing he could house such feelings towards you.

“But you don’t know that.” You argued. “When we were eighteen, we ended this on good terms to avoid that feeling. When you came back and I saw you, I was so excited and happy that I forgot about everything else… I ignored any consequences. I’m no better off now than I was then, and to tie you down when you’ve spent the last few years with so much freedom… I can’t, Jake.”

As you said it aloud, Mel’s voice rang louder in the back of your head, telling you that you couldn’t make that decision for him. At the same time, what else could you do? Could you risk the very thing you were determined to avoid? Could you chance all of his love for you being replaced with a bitter, cold emotion that would haunt you for the rest of your life?

“If you’re worried about me, you don’t have to be.” He hummed, fighting every urge to argue. It was easy for him to respond with counterattacks and emotion, because the whole situation frustrated him beyond belief, but you loved logic, and he was trying his hardest to speak from his brain rather than his heart. “My career is important to me. It’s been a long and difficult journey to get where we are, and I’m thankful for it every day. I wouldn’t just give it up, Y/N. My brothers, my fans… I have people counting on me. At the same time, work can only get you so far. When I’m old and tired, the stage isn’t going to be sitting beside me on a porch somewhere. My guitar will be in the living room, collecting dust because my hands hurt too much to play it. There’s a point where all of that is going to be a memory—a damn good one, but a memory.”

You weren’t sure why it hurt so bad, but the thought of him not playing his guitar had struck an agonizing chord in your heart.

“Before I met you, I never thought I could love something else the same way I love music. Then, you showed up, and everything changed. Were not kids, and I’d like to think we’re a lot less stupid. We can have two things at once. I can handle that, even if I didn’t think I could back then. I want you beside me on that porch, bitchin’ at me ‘cause all the guitar does is collect dust. You wouldn’t stand in the way of anything, ‘cause since that day I promised you I’d love you forever, I knew what I was signing myself up for. I will love you forever, and that dream always included you, sunshine. It was never just me up on that stage; it was also you, cheering me on and giving me the encouragement to keep going.”

Your cheeks were damp again, the tears free flowing and your misery loud enough for the whole world to hear. How was he so perfect, in everything he did and every word he said? How was it fair that two people could love each other so much but have so many things stand in the way?

“Loving you is the only thing I know how to do.” You confessed, raising your palms to your cheeks to swipe away the tears. “I promised too, and I meant it. I swear I could never love anyone else like this.”

“No need to cry, beautiful.” He hugged you tighter, encasing you in a blanket of protection that not even the strongest force could break through. “I let you leave the first time because I was scared. I’m letting you go this time because I want you to be ready, too. I’ve been waiting six years, Y/N. If it takes six more for you to get there, I’ll still be waiting. You are worth every bad thing and every day spent alone. Nobody else could ever be what you are to me.”

“God, shut up.” You laughed despite the sadness, a smile contradicting your tears. “Stop making me fall for you all over again.”

“Too bad,” he laughed, watching as you twisted yourself around so you could look at him. “I promised to love you, so get used to it sunshine.” The warmth of his eyes made you feel like everything was going to be okay, even if everything else in the universe was trying to convince you otherwise. When he was out of sight, it felt like the world was ending, but as soon as your eyes landed on him, you felt stupid for ever worrying at all. “Can you promise me something?”

“You sure you want me to? Our promises seem more like curses.” You tried to joke despite the truth being horribly painful.

“Never a curse, sweetheart, even if it does hurt sometimes.” He assured you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “Promise me that when you’re ready, you’ll let me know.” Your lips turned down into a frown, saddened at the idea of him waiting patiently for you to get your shit together.

“The second I do, you’ll be the first to know.”

“And if there’s ever a time you know for sure I’m not what you want, I need to know that, too.” You almost laughed at the incredulous statement, knowing that in this lifetime, not wanting Jake wasn’t a possibility. But, for his sanity, you gave a small nod, assuring him that you would tell him if it did happen to come true. “Thank you for calling me tonight.”

“Thank you for coming. I know I don’t deserve anything from you, but you were the only person I wanted to talk to.” You spun around, now facing him and carefully laying your legs over his thighs. He smiled down at you, his hands resting on your hips as he pulled you closer to him.

“You deserve everything, sunshine.” He whispered, his eyes twinkling under the pale moonlight. You swore, for a single second, you could see the entire universe in the near black of his irises. “Anytime you want me here, I’ll be here. I’ve always been a call away, even if it didn’t seem like it.”

“You were right.” Your stomach was twisted in a knot, the faint hint of alcohol on his breath making your head spin. Your face being so close to his was making it hard to think of anything else, his presence intoxicating as an invisible force pushed you further into his arms.

“About?” He raised his eyebrow, seemingly caught in the same flurry of emotions as you. The tip of his nose was nearly brushing yours, his eyelids heavy as his fingers tightened their hold on you.

“This isn’t very friend-like.” You whispered, inching your lips closer to his.

“I did tell you that it would be hard to be friends.” He reminded you, one of his hands slowly removing itself from your hip to cup your face.

“Yeah, because I don’t want to be friends.” You nearly scoffed the words, disgusted at the thought of it. If it were easier, if the world wasn’t so complicated and cruel, you never would have forced the title on the two of you.

“Me neither.” He agreed. “So let’s not be friends.”

“What else could we be?” You giggled, finding his statement silly considering the predicament you found yourselves in.

“Two people in love, that can’t fully be together yet.” He replied. “Feel like it fits us a little better.”

“That’s a complicated title.” You teased, his lips so close to yours you could almost taste him on your tongue.

“It’s nobody’s business but ours.” He smiled, the softness of his features in the dim light of the night reminding you of a younger version of him. The two of you, in perfect unison, happiness on your faces but lingering sadness in your hearts reminded you of a simpler time, one with a much less complex relationship, when you could be together with no worries.

“Okay, sounds good to me.” In that moment, you would have agreed to anything he said, solely because you couldn’t imagine causing him any more trouble.

“Is there rules for this?” He asked, clearly running on the same train of thought as you were.

“Not tonight, ‘cause we’re just trying to figure it out, right?”

“Right.” He nodded gently, searching your face for any sigh of discomfort. When he could find none, he finally leaned forward and closed the gap between you.

The taste of him was sweet on your lips, fulfilling and so unlike anything else. The simple action left your head spinning and your chest aching, and you wondered if something felt this good, why it could not last forever. His hand held you to him, unwilling to let you slip away before he could fully enjoy the moment. It didn’t take long for him to test his luck, his tongue grazing your lower lip as he silently begged you for more. He barely had to ask—you were bending to his will and parting your lips in an instant, your hands tangling in his hair as your chest pressed against his own.

There were no fireworks, no butterflies or anything like what the movies would describe. Instead, it felt right, like the two of you were meant to be together on the rooftop of your childhood home one last time. When he pulled away, you were breathless, more stars dancing in your eyes than in the sky behind you, and the stupid smile on your lips made you regret every decision you had made in the previous four days.

“Whatever you do sunshine, whatever we are… please don’t disappear again. I sent you that song earlier because it’s true. It’s dark when you’re gone—the sun doesn’t shine and the birds don’t sing, and I can’t handle not having you in my life. As friends, as lovers, as enemies, I don’t care, as long as we’re something.” The pleading tone nearly turned you to dust, the remorse and regret for hurting him so badly seeming to eat you alive as you sat in his arms.

“I won’t disappear.” You promised, closing your eyes so he could not see the tears welling up once again. “I’m perfectly fine with being in love, but not fully together… yet.”

“Good, because I like that a hell of a lot more than I like friends.” He let out a sigh of relief, his eyes flickering to the sky to lessen the intensity of your staring contest. Then, out of nowhere, his eyes lit up and a smile broke out on his face. “Look, sunshine!” He exclaimed, causing you to jump. You whipped your head around, your eyes following the direction of his in just enough time to catch the tail end of—“a shooting star.”

“Make a wish, quick!” You matched his energy, remembering how many stars you wished upon when you were young and in love. For a long time, you cursed the stars and universe because none of the hopeful desires ever seemed to come true—especially the ones you wished upon without him there beside you. Now, sitting on the rooftop with him, held so tightly in his arms, your faith had suddenly been restored. You had gotten everything you ever wished for in the single moment you were sharing with him now.

The both of you closed your eyes, the wispy bright tail of the shooting star still fresh in your minds as you settled on the things you wanted most from this life.

He wished for you.

You wished for him.

Funny how after so many years, your greatest desires hadn’t changed one bit.

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You threw your keys down on the kitchen table, exhausted and sad as you returned home alone. For a few hours, the two of you sat on the roof talking about everything and anything that came to mind, and only when the peek of the sun in the sky began to show did you decide it was best you take him home. You held back your tears the entire drive, not daring to ask the dreaded question of when he would be flying back to Nashville. Instead, you passed the time with laughter and a few more stolen kisses, only making the departure harder when the automatic hotel doors closed behind him.

It was hard watching him walk away when you wanted to do nothing more than walk beside him.

A slow and tear filled drive home left you questioning all of your life choices, and the sun shining bright in the sky did nothing other than taunt you as you made your unusual walk of shame to your own front door. You felt like you had no tears left to cry, but somehow a few still slipped down your cheeks as you collapsed on the couch, too tired to make the trek upstairs. The chill of the night was still settled deep in your bones, and as you threw a tiny blanket over your legs and laid your head on a throw pillow, you could only remember how warm and safe it was to be in his arms.

You clicked on the television for some background noise, playing whatever channel your mother had left on before she went to bed as you begged for sleep to take you. You closed your eyes, the ghost of a migraine throbbing behind your forehead as you noticed the smell of Jake’s cologne stuck to the fibres of your sweater, which was comforting just as much as it was sickening. You reached above your head, your fingertips grazing the material of the curtains as you tried to slide it across the window to block the rays of sun. Eventually, you managed to pull it halfway across, which was good enough for you.

Just as you felt yourself begin to drift off, you heard the familiar chime of your text tone, forcing your eyes open once again. With a huff of annoyance, you reached into your pocket and pulled it out, just in time to feel the vibration of the second text that followed. You held the screen just a few inches from your face, squinting so you could focus your eyes on the words.

Jake ❤️

Since we’re no longer friends, I…

The preview only read so far, frustrating you further as you struggled to activate your Face ID in the dimly lit room. Eventually, you gave up and put in your passcode, wondering what was so important that he had to text you after your long night spent together. Even if it was important, you were sure it could have waited until the morning.

Or, afternoon, more likely.

Jake ❤️

Since we’re no longer friends, I thought it would be acceptable to tell you how fucking bad I wish you were here to keep me company.

Your stomach twisted with a sudden burst of emotion at his words, worsened further by the photograph he attatched below the already blunt message. Suddenly, you were wide awake and sleep was no longer a passing thought. Freshly showered with a towel hung low on his hips, Jake’s face was hidden behind the phone taking said picture in the foggy bathroom mirror. His hair, not even bothered to be towel dried, was dripping water down his tanned chest, and in the small frame of his face that you could see, a smirk was on the corner of his lips.

Beneath the towel, though, was what caught your attention more than anything else. His dick, half hard and pressing against the fabric, sent you down a steep spiral that nearly made you jump from the couch and drive back to his hotel. You swallowed hard, squeezing your eyes shut as you let your head push further into the pillow below you.

Maybe, in love and not fully together would be far harder than just sticking damn friends.

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You woke with a start, your head pounding and your heart racing as your phone rang loudly on your chest. You blinked hard, trying to adjust to the bright light pooling in through the large windows behind you. With a long intake of breath, you pushed yourself upwards, grabbing your phone in one hand and rubbing your face with the other. You peeked at the screen, recoiling at the brightness as you tried your best to adjust. Once you did, you felt your stomach drop and your chest tighten.

Private number.

Could it really be?

You cleared your throat, straightening yourself out as you hit accept on the call. Putting on your friendliest and most professional persona, you placed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Ms. Y/L/N?” On the other side of the phone was a man, curt but seemingly friendly enough.

“Yes, speaking.” You replied, trying to ignore the pull of your heartstrings. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, terrified of getting excited only to be let down.

“So nice to finally be in touch with you again!” He greeted again, chipper and cheery as he realized he was speaking with the right person. “I’m not sure if you remember me—we had a brief meeting here when you dropped off your application. My name is Bruce Myers and I’m calling on behalf of the English Faculty at the University of Michigan.”

“Hi, Mr. Myers. Of course I remember, it’s a pleasure to be speaking with you again.” You responded, now awake and on high alert as you prepared for the best or the worst news of your life.

“Please, Bruce is fine.” He chuckled. “I have to say, I’ve been sitting in my office reading over your resume all morning. All week, actually.” He cleared his throat. You could hear a chair wheel squeaking in the background, then a rustle of papers as he shuffled them around at his desk. “Top of your class in high school, and at UPenn. 5 years experience as a TA, and an achievement and awards list I’m not sure I could compare to.” Your cheeks turned red at the compliment, a fizzle of excitement sparking in your chest. You did your best to extinguish it, remembering that nothing was set in stone and he could be talking you up in hopes of letting you down easy.

“Thank you, Bruce. It’s been a long road to get here, but as I hope you can see, education has always been a top priority for me. When I came back to Michigan, I couldn’t turn down the opportunity to apply at such a fantastic university.” You tried to hide the nervous shake in your tone, biting down on the tip of your tongue as you cringed at your own words. You hoped you weren’t coming on too strong, too desperate.

“I can speak on behalf of all of us when I say we’re incredibly lucky to have received your application.” He let out a small chuckle, taking in a breath as he got lost in thought for a moment. “As I’m sure you know, hiring qualified candidates has been a struggle for everyone as of late.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure.” You allowed yourself to let out a small laugh, keeping up small talk but eager for him to get to the point.

“I hope we didn’t take too long to reach out—if it were up to me, I would have hired you on the spot, but of course we had a few hoops to jump through first.” Your heart raced, your eyes sparkling as he continued to talk. “If you’re interested and still available, we’d like to extend the offer for you to join us here for the month of August. With no prior lecturing experience, it’s a little more difficult to give you the position immediately, but we’ve all come to the agreement it would be foolish of us to pass up the opportunity to bring in someone who’s so eager to learn.”

“And what exactly would that entail?” You swallowed hard, wanting to agree immediately but knowing it was best to take your time with it.

“Well, four weeks of training, which is as much for you as it is for us. You would be under a mentor, learning the basics and balance of such a fast paced program. It would give you an opportunity to learn the campus, learn about your colleagues at the same time, and it would also allow us to get to know you. It would be probationary, of course, but if at the end of the four week term we’re all on the same page, we could have you teaching an intro to literature course for the fall semester.”

Your mouth went dry, your palms clammy and your heart racing. You were too stunned to speak, so excited that you thought you might have to pinch yourself to pull yourself from a dream. You’d been waiting for a call for weeks, losing hope and more disappointment growing by the day. You barely expected a grade school to reach out, let alone a university.

Then, at the back of your mind, you heard it—loud and clear, and tantalizing.

“You’ll get a job, sunshine. I bet you ten bucks you’ll get a call tomorrow.”

He was right, and you struck him down as if he was speaking nonsense.

With Jake’s words of encouragement echoing in your mind, you pulled yourself out of your state of shock and nodded eagerly, even if the man on the other end of the phone could not see it.

“I would be delighted to join you, and even more so to prove that I’m the right person for the job.”

“Excellent.” He boomed, relived that you accepted the offer. “Why don’t you come down to campus on Friday. We can discuss some more details, really get into the specifics… expectations and salaries and such. Does that work for you?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “That’s perfect. Any time works.”

“Let’s say ten, and go from there?” He offered, clearly willing to work with you on the matter.

“Of course, ten is great. I’ll see you then.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it, Y/N. If you have any questions or concerns between now and then, please feel free to reach out to me. I’ve forwarded some information to the email you have on your resume, so you can respond there, or give me a call during business hours if that suits you better.” He explained, the rustling papers ceasing and the squeak of his chair no longer audible.

“Thank you for taking a chance on me, Bruce. I’ll be sure to reach out if I can think of anything.”

“Perfect, thank you. Goodbye for now, and we’ll talk on Friday.”

“See you Friday!” You let a little excitement slip, but he didn’t seem to notice or care as he ended the call. When the line disconnected, it left you staring at the Lock Screen of your phone with an unfamiliar feeling twisting your stomach.

You were nervous, but thrilled to have an opportunity like such. It was the biggest moment of your life, the most exciting change and the very thing you’d been waiting for. You were so filled with energy you could have run laps around the house, the few hours of sleep barely bothering you as you reran the conversation through your head a million times.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed to yourself, quiet but still enough to express some of the joy you were feeling. Just as you did so, paws against the floor sounded and Ozz appeared in the doorway, happy to share your excitement and most definitely looking for someone to fill his food dish. He approached the couch, jumping up and landing on your legs as he began to purr. “I have a job, Ozz. I actually have a job!” You scratched behind his ear, knowing it was insane to share such sentiments with a cat, but unable to keep it locked up.

Then, the realization struck you; you had to tell people, share the great news and celebrate accordingly.

The only issue was, the first person that came to mind was not your best friend who lived the struggle with you, still sleeping upstairs and awaiting good news. It wasn’t your mother, there by your side every minute of every day of your life, cheering you on and holding your hand. It wasn’t your sister, and it wasn’t even your cat.

Jake was the only person in the whole world you wanted to share the news with.

Even if he should not be that person for you anymore, even if he didn’t care as much as the others would, you couldn’t bear to speak to anyone else but him. Telling someone else before him nearly sickened you, because after everything you had been through with him, he was the only person who deserved to know. He listened to you speak your dreams aloud from fifteen to now, studied with you, filled out university applications with you, and sent you off to school even when all you wanted to do was turn around, even if it hurt him so badly to do so. Even during the six years he was absent, there was a part of you that continued on solely because he was alive, existing at the same time as you somewhere in the world. His absence never had any effect on the support and love and encouragement he always gave to you.

So, you did exactly that; you clicked his contact, immediately drafting up a message and hitting send without thinking twice.

You

I have ten bucks here with your name on it, bug. I never could have done any of this without you. I love you more than you could ever know ❤️

You didn’t care if he responded, nor if he ever read it. It felt right to express the truth, freeing to be completely transparent with him. He deserved to know how much he meant to you, how his impact on you lasted through years of life, survived through every struggle, and existed in your heart even when he was not right in front of you. He was responsible for every good thing, every accomplishment and triumph you ever experienced, because his love made you into the person who stared back at you in the mirror. Loving Jake was never an option because without him, you wouldn’t be you.

Maybe, despite all of the doubt and uncertainty, the confusion and the hurt, the sun was shining again, for both of you. The world no longer had to be bleak, scary and lonely, because you finally knew where you were headed. Your feet, firmly planted on the ground for the first time in your entire life, no longer wanted to stay put in one place. Instead, they were begging to run towards the only thing in the world that ever felt like home, to run to him.

And maybe, just maybe, your wish upon a star was worth it this time, and the two of you could finally overcome the struggle and be together once again.

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Okay, hear me out: Arcane x Brooklyn 99 AU - Piltover 99

Vi as Jake, Sevika as Rosa, Vander as Terry, Caitlyn as Amy, Jayce as Charles, Mel as Gina, Silco as Holt, Loris and Steb as Hitchcock and Scully, and Jinx as Doug Judy.

Vi and Caitlyn wouldn't be that different from Jake and Amy if they were in a workplace sitcom (plus Caitlyn literally does the exact same pose that Amy does in the intro!). Sevika and Rosa are already very similar. Vander and Terry are both big buff dilfs who love their families. Jayce is the only character I can see fawning over Vi like Charles does with Jake, and I feel like they have a similar naive and eager nature. Mel and Gina are both master manipulators who are unnaturally fabulous. And Mel having a relationship with Jayce is a bonus. Silco and Holt have the least in common, but they both have very no-nonsense attitudes. I thought Grayson would work for this role, especially because she was a mentor to Caitlyn like Holt is for Amy, but Silco is the more important and popular character. I couldn't think of any Brooklyn 99 villains that were prominent or menacing enough for Silco, but if anyone remembers one, let me know! Jinx is the only one unhinged enough to be Pimento, but I thought that his brotherly relationship with Jake and the fact that he's a criminal made Doug Judy a better fit. And I'm sorry to Loris and Steb, but we know nothing about them, and there aren't any characters like Hitchcock and Scully in Arcane. But I love them and wanted to include them, so there you go.

And for some of the side characters, Ambessa as Wunch and m*ddie as Teddy. Unfortunately I couldn't think of anyone for Ekko or Viktor, but I'd love to hear suggestions if anyone has them!

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Come Back For Me : Chapter Three

Danny Wagner x Melody (Fem OC)

Warnings: Fluff, the twins, a lot of Iris being cute, light anxiety, but there's not a ton to warn for this week- thankfully!

Word Count: 3k.

Summary: Melody and Iris stop by the bar to get some boring stuff taken care of and then everything takes a turn.

Author's Note: Consider this the calm before the storm. 😌 That's all I have to say about that.

Glue Myself Shut - Noah Kahan "And if I glue myself shut, You would find your way in."

“If you want to come in and get some of the new hire paperwork filled out,” Jake’s voice rang through the speakers in my car. “Whenever you can, obviously.” 

“I can do that,” I tell him, and then realize that I already told Iris we would go to the park today. “Ummm… are you okay with me bringing my daughter with me?”

He practically yelps, “Oh! I didn’t know you–” 

“I figured Josh would have told you,” I laugh out, but then tell him, “I have a three-year-old, and she was promised a date with the playground at some point.”

She’s pretty chill for being three, almost four, but she is still a kid at the end of the day, and boy, does she remind me of that. That tiny little thing tires me out every single day with her endless energy. We’ve found a park with a good playground that she really seems to enjoy. 

I can hear him chuckle to himself, but also hear the sounds of the bar as he’s wandering around. “Oh, that’s totally fine; we can just sit in my office so she’s not out and about with the alcohol and whatever.”

“Is.. that legal?” I ask, trying not to laugh because it sounds insane. 

“I have no idea,” He breathes out with a laugh of his own. “But you’re just filling out stuff, not like.. working, so I’ll say it’s fine.” 

I look at my rearview mirror, seeing her just content playing with the few little toys she has, and then looking at the clock, seeing it’s about lunchtime. I should probably not torment him right away with a hungry child. 

“Okay, I can head over in a few minutes,” I say. “Just going to stop to grab her something to eat– I don’t need her freaking out the first time you’re around her.” 

“There’s no rush,” He giggles quietly before mumbling, “I’m excited to meet her.” 

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Once I satisfied the little diva in my backseat with a treat and we found a parking spot kind of near the bar, we took our time walking there because somebody needed to get some energy out. She’s not as slow as she used to be, but she gets so distracted by everything that if we move too quickly, she’ll trip over her own feet. 

As we get closer, I squat down to her level to make it easier. 

‘Mom has to talk to her friend about work,’ waiting for her to acknowledge it. She signs back, ‘Okay.’ 

I scoop her up before pulling the door open, and her eyes go wide at all the decor on the walls. We take a second to look at some of the pictures that are hung up, and her eyes light up over the jukebox, but we don’t have enough time to get through all of that. 

I can’t help but notice that this place is a ghost town right now; I guess there really is no reason people would be here around lunchtime. It’s probably nice for him if he’s understaffed, though, at least not having to worry about being overwhelmingly busy. 

We wander down the hall, finding Jake sitting in his office, and all I can hear is the keyboard as he’s replying to an email. 

“Hi,” I say quietly so as not to scare him. Turning around from his desk, he smiles, but his eyes drop to her quickly. I tell him, “This is Iris.” Shifting her up on my hip slightly. 

He waves at her and watches me as I spell out ‘Jake’  to her. She shyly waves back to him, and his eyes soften at her little smile. 

“She’s precious,” he tells me before switching over to work stuff.  “Okay, so, there’s not like a ton for you to do.” 

It kind of was a relief that he didn’t just focus on her, not that I don’t want to talk about my kid, obviously, but it’s nice when people don’t forget that I’m also here. 

“Also, I should warn you,” he says. “Danny works here, but you won’t have to really work with him.” 

“Oh, okay,” I breathe out. I should have known, really. “No, that’s fine, honestly. We’re adults; we can handle that.” 

He sighs, almost as if relieved, and tells me, “You reacted a little better than he did, so that’s good.”

How did he react?

“What does he do?” I ask quietly. 

“He really just handles any rowdy customers or overly drunk ones,” he says, handing over a little stack of paperwork to me. Giggling as he says,  “As you can imagine, I’m not the most threatening person.” 

I set Iris down and she leans into my leg while I look through the forms. Feeling her nuzzle her face into my leg and then turn back to Jake a few times, I glance down to see her peeking over at him. 

‘You can say hi,’ I tell her. 

He smiles at her before looking up at me, asking, “Is she weary around men or?”

“No, she’s honestly a big ol’ flirt. She’s just being shy,” I can’t fight the laugh that comes out with it. 

They keep staring at each other and laughing quietly, watching her eyes light up when he leans closer to her height. 

‘You like him?’ I ask her, and she just hides her face. 

I tell him, “She’ll never want to leave you alone once she’s comfortable.” 

“That’s okay with me,” he lets out. 

The two of them still have a staring contest; as I’m slowly filling out the paperwork he needs, I hear Josh. 

“Melody! Hello!” His voice rings as he leans against the door frame, gasping when he notices. “And hello, sweet angel.” Waggling his fingers at her as he squats down. 

This girl is going to end up with a fuckin ego at this rate. 

I laugh out a “hello” back to him. 

Josh waves her over to him, and it only takes a minute before she toddles over to him. He’s a lot more animated and goofy, so he enticed her a bit quicker. It’s so sweet to see him able to talk to her without needing my help, and she seems really excited about it, too. Obviously, it’s kind of perfect that she’s so young with how much ASL he actually knows; they are a match made in heaven.  

“It’s wild sitting in this room with you guys,” I confess; it kind of just blurts out of my mouth. 

They both look at each other for a second before Josh chimes in, “Yeah, I didn’t really expect this to be a thing.” 

“Can I ask something?” I start but follow up with, “You don’t have to tell me.” 

They both just nod and my heart pounds as the question leaves my mouth, “Is Sam going to be pissed?” 

The silence in the room is so loud. 

“He.. uh,” Jake hesitates. “He probably won’t be excited.”

Josh clears his throat audibly, “We sort of haven’t told him yet.” 

I know Sam probably hates me, but Daniel is his best friend, so I can’t be entirely shocked. They’ve been close since they were kids, so there is no chance he isn’t going to take Daniel’s side in anything. I just hope he knows the truth, at least. 

“He doesn’t work here, too, does he?”

They both burst out laughing, but Jake manages to squeak out an, “Absolutely not.” 

“Thank god, okay.”

“He comes in a good amount, and I’ll sometimes recruit him,” Jake tells me as the laughter dies down, “But if you’re also here, I probably won’t need to ask much of him.” 

Looking down to see Josh fully sitting on the floor with Iris, oh how sweet. Seeing the way he just signs a few things to her and how comfortable she already seems around him. He does have a way of doing that– both of them do, really. 

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After a few minutes, Josh left us to go do his job, and I stole where he was sitting. Iris moves on to try and get closer to Jake but still being a bit shy about it. She’s a funny little thing with who she decides she’s comfortable with. 

“So, do you have a schedule in mind?” I ask him. 

He looks over at a calendar he has on his desk before turning back to me, “Well, do you have anything you definitely can’t do?” His eyes quickly dropped to her and then back up to meet mine. 

“If I can just get her in bed a couple nights a week, I don’t even mind working after that, but just so she doesn’t forget that I love her,” I tell him, letting out a small laugh at the latter part. 

“We can work with that for sure,” he says, leaning down so Iris can touch his hair. “I’m just grateful that we didn’t scare you off.” His eyes move back to her as she gently plays with a little section of his hair that’s more wavy—chuckling quietly to myself, watching the two of them subtly as I fill out more information. Shuffling the papers to grab the next blank one, and realizing it’s the payroll form. Shit. 

“Um,” I hesitate quietly. "I don’t have my bank info on me. Can I just bring it next time I’m here, or can I run home real quick?” I cringe a bit, but he seems so unphased by it. 

“Oh, just bring it whenever you can,” he tells me. Smiling at Iris when he says, “I know you, I’m less worried about it.” 

“Are you sure?” I ask, knowing he’s not going to care but I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage of the fact we know each other. 

He lets out a small giggle before telling me, “I’m positive. You have that playground to get to, anyway.” 

I can’t help the laugh that comes out when he says it. It’s nice that neither of them seems judgemental of the fact I have her. The twins are a couple of years older than me, but we’re all not that old, to be fair. I suppose I shouldn’t be too shocked, considering who I’m working with here, but still. It’s refreshing. 

The two of them giggle together as she warms up to him and tries to tickle him, which he naturally lets her do because how do you say ‘no’ to a cute little thing like her? He makes her belly laugh when he tickles her back; her laugh is the cutest thing in the world, and I’ll stand on that. 

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“Well, thank you so much, again, for doing this,” I tell Jake as we start to walk out into the bar. “It means a lot, really.” 

Josh prances to the end of the bar, “Leaving already?”

“Need to get Miss Girl to the park before it gets too late,” I tell him, bouncing her around a little to make her laugh. 

Watching him pretend to clutch his pearls at the sound before he lets out, “Oh my heart! Well, don’t keep her waiting!” 

She says her ‘goodbyes’ to them both when I hear the door chime ring, glancing over my shoulder. Oh, fuck me. Daniel walks into the bar, and my mind starts racing. 

I wasn’t prepared to introduce him to her yet. There’s no chance he’s going to understand what happened, and if anybody is going to be judgey, I feel like it’ll be him. Not that it matters. We’ve literally spoken once since we broke up.. But we’re going to work together now so. 

“Oh— hey,” he says quietly once he gets a bit closer to us. 

I quietly let out a “Hi.” Turning slightly to where Iris is visible, she tucks herself close to me again. He looks over at her, and I see his eyes widen a little. His mouth hung slightly open for a second before asking, “Who’s this?” 

“She’s being shy today,” I tell him, taking the second to introduce him to her. Spelling out his name to her even if she’s back to being bashful; his eyes are fixed on the way I’m talking to her. 

He waves at her, looking at her for a minute before looking back at me. His voice barely above a whisper, “She’s really just a mini you, huh?” 

“You think?” A laugh sneaks out with it. Breathing out,  “Hopefully, she doesn’t get too much from me— I’m already afraid for the attitude to kick in more.” My eyebrows raise as I say it.

He quietly lets out, “I don’t know– I always thought you were pretty great.” His eyes went from her to mine, and I swear I could see something switch in him. We stare at each other for a second, and it feels normal.

“You haven’t changed at all, have you, Daniel?” A soft smile laced my lips after I said it; our eye contact felt intense, but this only being the second time I’ve seen him in years, I guess it’s to be expected. 

It was quiet for a moment; I almost forgot where we were. 

He clears his throat before asking, “Uh- do you need help with anything?” 

“Oh, no, it’s okay,” I tell him, waving my hand around. “I’ve gotten pretty good at juggling things at this point.” Nodding my head towards Iris. 

I had never considered that I would have to introduce him to my daughter. I spent so long thinking about how we would have kids.. together. 

Sure, it was a thought at one time, but who doesn’t have those thoughts when you date for a few years? Granted, we were still so young even when we broke up– I truly thought he was it. And it took all this time to get to a place where I accepted that finally, maybe that isn’t true. Standing here in front of him, my mind and my heart are conflicted seeing him again. 

I watch him as he looks at Iris, really taking a moment just to see her. She naturally is hamming it up a bit, smirking into me. 

‘Mom,’ she signs. ‘His hair is like mine.’ 

I laugh, telling her, ‘Yes, you’re right.’ 

Looking back at him, I tell him, “I think she likes your hair.” 

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still find him attractive; he looks good. Something about his hair being longer is really working for me. He started growing it when we were dating, but it hadn’t gotten to this point where he could wear it up. It suits him well. Also, after working at the shipyard for a while, he must have kept up in the gym or something because he looks a bit more muscular than before. I’m not mad about that either. 

The way that he isn’t exuding a weird vibe towards me, makes me feel like we have the potential to at least be friends again. If we’re working together in some capacity, we’ll end up talking anyway. 

Hearing the door open, just the air swapping from outdoors to indoors, was enough to pull me back to reality. Given the way people keep seeming to show up, I don’t know why I wasn’t expecting it when I heard a familiar voice yelling, “Oh, Daniel!” 

We stood there for a second before Danny turned around, letting out a quiet “um.” Slowly side-stepping because the inevitable was coming, Sam came into view as he moved. He still looked the same, his hair a bit longer, and his facial hair made him look a little older, but it was still the Sam I remembered. 

Even just seeing him takes me back. 

The three of us were inseparable for so long. We spent countless hours together– running through stores together, going to the beach during the summer to see the fireworks, finding random places to go ice skating during the winter and keeping them in mind for when the weather got warm so we could go swimming. The three of us always had each other laughing over something incredibly dumb. 

If it weren’t for Sam giving him a nudge, I don’t know if Daniel would have ever asked me out. Even if it was glaringly obvious that we had a crush on each other, I think we both were worried about ruining the friendship. I guess maybe we had a valid fear. 

I always loved the relationship that they had with each other. They truly were each other’s best friend. Relying on one another for any and everything in life, which obviously, as a teenager, wasn’t really that much, but it sure felt like the weight of the world. It only makes the feeling in my stomach worse now. 

He and I lock eyes, and it feels like time slows, except this isn’t the same feeling I got when I walked into Daniel the other day– this is worse. His stare felt sharp, cold, which is nothing I wouldn’t have expected, but shit, it doesn’t feel great being on the receiving end of it. It only solidifies my fear that he definitely was Daniel’s crutch after the break-up, and of course, I understand that he would do that for him. But this is brutal. 

I shift my weight, moving Iris into his view. I watch his eyes move over to her, and then the subtle panic wash over his face as he looks between her and Daniel. But the second his stare comes back to me, the dread joins it. 

Knowing one of us is going to have to break the tension as we stare at each other, but we’re both apparently too stubborn to be the one to do it. The reality of it is probably a minute, which isn’t even silent as some classic rock song plays through the speakers or the bar, but nothing is louder than when Josh finally says, “Well.. Sam knows.” 

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Anything For You

Jake Lockley x f!reader

Warnings: Absolutely none, Jake Lockley is just a big fat cinnamon roll he is just so <3

A/N: Hi this was kind of self indulgent and written in like an hour or two to help feel better after school has officially ended. But it's also a little love note to @melodygatesauthor because Mel you're so special and our convo about this favourite boy made me think and you deserve a special treat because you're the specialest girl (Jake's words!! he has even confirmed it)

-Clem

Synopsis: Jake Lockley always takes care of his favourite girl.

Word count: 1336 (ahhh)

You shuffled into the lightly lit apartment, quietly closing the door behind you. You dropped your bag, rubbing your face as a yawn broke out of you and your shoulders sagged in exhaustion. There was no one to witness your tiredness but the moon as it peeked through the windows.

"Amor?" Jake's sleepy voice came, and soon he emerged from the bedroom, a soft sleepy smile on his face. "Thought I heard you," You smiled weakly. "Hi, didn't mean to wake you-" You started before he waved you off, wrapping an arm about you. "It's alright, amor. I was staying up but I didn't realise you were coming home so late," He kisses the top of your head, and immediately you melted into him, feeling the exhaustion and pain of the past few weeks bubble up and nearly spill over. Your eyes filled with tears but you were quick to press your face to Jake's chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist as you breathed him in. He grounded you, all three of them always did- whether from an epic night out or a really bad day, they always helped bring you home.

Jake frowned, hugging you back tightly. "Bebita? What's wrong?" You shook your head. "I'm tired, Jake. I'm so fucking tired of everything," If you only listened close enough, you could hear his heart squeeze and shattered at your words. You were almost fragile, your voice heavy with worries and problems and you looked ready to collapse. He didn't like seeing his girl hurting so much. "Oh amor..." He pressed his lips to your head, gently rubbing your back. "Mi poor princesa. You've been working so hard haven't you? Coming home late every night and leaving so early, when was the last time you had a good sleep, mm? Or a proper meal?" You shrugged, too tired to answer. Didn't matter, he knew. He gently squeezed your hips, then hooked a finger under your chin and lifted it up to face him. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, and for a second, your mind emptied of everything- everything but him and you in this moment, lips locked together in such a soft, delicate kiss it made you ache. You missed him. He pulled away, peppering small kisses all over your face. "I'm going to take care of you, okay bebita? You're going to relax and let me make you feel better, sí?" You nodded, "Okay..." He nodded too, sweeping you off your feet and into his arms as he carried you to the bathroom. "I'm gonna run you a bath, okay? And you're gonna sit in there and relax for at least an hour to yourself, while I make you something to eat. And then, we're going to sleep, and you're going to take the day off tomorrow," He stated as if all matters were already decided and sealed. He placed you down on the side of the tub when you reached the bathroom and turned on the hot water. "But- I have work tomorrow." "Like I said, take the day off," "I can't just do that," You frowned. He shook his head as he rummaged through the cabinets, pulling out your nice smelling candles and your favourite body oils and creams. "If you don't call them, I'm going to," "You wouldn't," He turned to you, grinning widely. "Sí, I would. And if I forget- which I won't- then Steven will. Or Marc. You don't want Marc to call them, would you?" That was an easy answer. Marc always get too angry if someone tried to deny you the day off. You nodded, sighing in defeat. "Okay. Day off tomorrow. Will you stay with me then?" He chuckled, kissing your temple. "Of course, princesa. Always," He smiled. "Now, off with the clothes," "Very demanding.." You teased, lifting your shirt over your head, followed by your pants, and then underclothes. He lifted you up, placing you very dramatically in the now full tub, and placing an equally dramatic kiss on your forehead. "I'm gonna wash your hair, bien? And then you can sit and relax until you want to come out," He knelt by the tub, smiling like the most precious man in the world as he squeezed out some shampoo into his hands and started carefully lathering it in your hair. You sigh in relief, feeling the tension slowly drift away as your body relaxes under his touch. Your mind began wandering as your eyes flutter shut while Jake rinses out your hair, humming quietly to himself. A while passed as he took care of you, giving you the treatment he always excelled at- pampering and devoting his full attention to every part of your body. He massaged your back and shoulders, working on the tense knots and helping melt away all the tension left in your body. You hadn't realised that you'd drifted in sleep until you felt him get up from beside you, and your body lost the warmth of his contact. "Where ya going'?" You mumbled, barely lifting your eyelids. He chuckled, "Goin' to make you some food, mi luna," He gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "You can come out when you're ready, bien? If not, I'll come find you when food is done," You giggled, sinking a little more into the water. "Okay...thank you, by the way it mea-" "Shhhhh," He pressed a finger to your lips. "Don't even start. Princesa you don't have to thank me for taking care of you, si? You're my girl, hm? I like taking care

don't make it sound like it's a burden," You kissed his finger, smiling a bit. "Okay. I love you," "I love you too, amor," He said, winking and then leaving the bathroom. You sighed, relaxing back into the warm water as your mind drifted back into a quiet hazy sleep.

You weren't sure how long passed before your eyes fluttered open again, your mind scrambling to get aware of its surroundings again. You yawned, slowly getting up and stretching out the fatigue. You had no idea how long you'd been in there, or if Jake had even come back to check up on you, but it didn't matter. You felt better, and that was that. You grabbed a towel, wrapping it around yourself as you stepped out of the tub and starting to dry yourself off. You hung the towel once done and put your hair up in its special towel, before pulling on your clothes. Well.. not your clothes, but Steven's comfy sweater and little shorts under. You waddle out of the bathroom, very slowly dragging yourself to the kitchen where you find Jake, in all his beautiful gorgeous glory, in a cute apron making a couple of sandwiches. You can't help but chuckle as you rush up to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind and pressing your face to his back. He stiffens at the sudden contact before relaxing when he realises it's you. "Hi bebita. Nice nap?" "Shut up, Lockley," You mumbled. He laughed as he finished off the food he made, smiling proudly to himself. He turned his body to face you, rubbing your sides gently. "Wanna watch a movie?" You shrugged. "Dunno," He hummed. "Bien, we can just eat and sit in silence," He kissed your forehead for what had to be the millionth time, before grabbing the tray of food and leading you to the couch. You sat down in Jake's lap, curling up as he wrapped a big cozy blanket around you.

You sat together in peaceful silence as you ate, watching some horrible National Geographic animal documentary and before long, the endless weeks started catching up to you as your eyelids grew heavy and you rested your head on Jake's chest, feeling his arms wrap tighter around you.

There was no doubting, you thought as you fell into a peaceful sleep, you knew your boys would do anything for you.

[runa-falls]

hey -- the exhibitionist in me is QUAKING (i almost wrote quacking LMAO) i love dom!jake AHH

The Sweetest Sound

Mafia Jake Lockley X f!Reader

Part of The Sweetest Gift universe

Blurb 8 for Melody's 2023 Ficversary Celebration

NSFW below the cut

“Do you know why I have Steven and Marc guarding the door sweetheart?” Jake asked with another snap forward into your soaking cunt to punctuate his question.

You shook your head, biting your lip and wincing from the thick stretch of his cock. Even months after Jake ripped you open for the first time, it still ached every time he brought you to his room for the night. He chuckled, kissing your cheek softly, breath hot and ragged against your face.

“Someday you’ll be used to me, I’m so proud of you for taking me as well as you do every single time cariño.” He kissed your cheek again, pushing his hips against yours slowly once more. “The reason I have them guarding the door, is because I saw them watching my babygirl in the pool earlier.”

He slammed forward, harder than you were used to so you cried out loudly; a combination of a moan and a shriek that you were sure could be heard through the whole house. Jake started pistoning in and out of you faster, leaning forward and tugging at your nipple with his teeth.

“That’s it, I want them to hear you, I want them to fucking hear you scream…”

Jake always treated you like his precious little treasure, and never had hurt you before, but he also didn’t like when others tried to take his things. You’d overheard that some guy was shot between the eyes last week for trying to break into Jake’s car. He had a tendency to be possessive of his things, particularly his favorite things. “I need to make sure that they understand their place, and that they understand yours,” his breathing grew more rapid the faster he moved, “you’re mine.”

Melody's 2023 Ficversary Masterlist

[miryum]

"Movie Night"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

Chapter Warnings: Big Hero 6 spoilers

Series Masterlist

“Okay, so, the finalists are Chicken Little, Big Hero Six, or Spaceballs.”

“Spaceballs? Who nominated Spaceballs?” Tim asked. His tongue was already stained purple from his slushie.

“I did, because it’s a cinematic masterpiece,” Y/n said. “So what’s it gonna be? Chickens and aliens with amazing pop culture references thrown in, bot-fighting turned superheros, or a wonderful story about Mel Brooks and the guy from While You Were Sleeping?”

Dick and Steph voted for Chicken Little while Cass, Tim, and Damian for Big Hero Six. Jason, Y/n, and, surprisingly, Wayne voted for Spaceballs. (“It’s a classic.” “See?! Even the Captain agrees!”)

“We’re at a tie,” Dick said obviously.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Fuck off, Watson,” Damian said automatically.

“Grayson and Brown, which show do you prefer?” Wayne asked. He had a large box of popcorn next to him and was uncharacteristically wearing only khakis and a plaid button-up shirt.

“Big Hero Six,” they both said.

Y/n groaned loudly. “Fine.” She tugged the blanket off of Jason and wrapped it tightly around herself. Jason glared at her but didn’t say anything. 

In Bruce’s home theatre, Steph, Dick, Cass, Y/n, and Jason were seated in the front row, each with buckets of stove-made popcorn resting on the armchairs. Tim, Damian, and Bruce were in the back row with the promise of Clark joining them later when he was finished with his editorial. Clark had invited the team over to get to know them without Wayne’s knowledge. Y/n happily accepted and forced the rest of them to accept as well.

Y/n was cuddled next to Jason, curled around his arm. Steph secretly snapped a picture of the pair and Cass snickered. Cass leaned over and whispered something in Steph’s ear. Steph giggled and nodded. A ping radiated on the rest of the team’s phones and screens were sneakily looked at. “That’s becoming blackmail,” Dick whispered. 

Jason yanked the remote away from Dick and pressed play on the movie, grumbling. 

The opening theme started playing and Y/n and Dick hummed along dramatically.

“Okay, but why is Tadashi super hot?” Y/n whispered the moment he stepped on screen. Jason rolled his eyes.

“No idea,” Tim agreed. Y/n peeked back at him and nodded appreciatively. 

“They died when I was three, remember?” Hiro said from the screen. 

“I hate when movies over-explain like that,” Damian crossed his arms grumpily.

“Should I have picked up a parenting book? Probably!” Cass exclaimed before stuffing her face with a donut.

“I love Maya Rudolph!” Steph squealed.

“Do you think Cain grows up to be Aunt Cass?” Jason asked quietly.

“Ba-la-la-la-la,” Y/n mumbled with Baymax.

“I try to picture me without but I can’t! ‘Cause we could be immortals! I-i-i-i-immortals!” Dick bounced in his chair and sang along to the track.

“Sing it, Dickie!” Y/n shouted, pumping a fist in the air.

“There are many improbabilities in this movie,” Bruce rolled his eyes and took a sip of his tea. (“Like Spaceballs doesn’t?!” Steph exclaimed.)

“I agree,” Tim said. “Though I would love to test some of the stunts. Do you think the precinct has enough funding to build an inflatable superhero?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

“Okay, but I feel really bad for Callaghan,” Y/n mumbled towards the end. “He just wants to find his daughter. He’s too overcome by grief to think straight. He’s just like Hiro, actually. The only difference is that Hiro had friends to help him past it and cope, while Callaghan had no one. It also ties into ethics. How far would you go for a loved one? We can see Hiro’s character arc with him coping with Tadashi’s death and then Baymax’s, but Callaghan is stuck in the anger stage of grief. Maybe even the denial stage.” 

“Holy shit, L/n,” Tim said after a moment. “That was a really deep analysis of a children’s movie.” 

“And surprisingly accurate,” Damian added.

“How long have you been thinking about Big Hero Six?” Jason asked. Y/n simply shrugged in response, yawning. She had just finished a big case and hadn’t had time to sleep yet.

“How do your detectives see the horrors of the field every single day and come away emotionally unscathed,” Clark leaned towards his husband. “Yet cry over a Disney movie?”

“I’m unsure,” Bruce admitted.

Dick was currently sobbing into Cass’ shoulder and she was uncomfortingly patting him on the shoulder. Steph’s eyes were welling up and Tim was grasping her hand, needing the comfort. Damian was slowly munching on his popcorn, eyes wide and enthralled by the movie. Jason was doing his hardest not to move as Y/n softly slept on his shoulder. 

As the credits rolled, Dick quickly pressed play on the remote and Chicken Little immediately started playing. 

“Sarge!” Tim complained, just wanting to go home and sleep. Jason shushed him, not wanting to rouse Y/n. “Oh, pipe down, loveboy,” Tim hissed. “Some of us don’t have time for another movie.” 

“Timmy, you must’ve known that this night wouldn’t end with just one movie,” Steph rolled her eyes. “And stop acting as if you don’t love us. We all know you do.”

“Cass?” Jason asked softly so only she could hear. “Can I tell you something?” The woman hummed in response. “I- uh… I didn’t ask Rose to be my girlfriend. I- In fact, I thought it better if we remained friends.”

A smile filtered through Cass’ facade. “Good job, Todd. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks.” He glanced down at a sleeping Y/n. Her hair was mussed and her mouth slightly open. Y/n took a deep breath and shifted, pulling Jason’s arm even closer to her. “I think I made the right choice.” 

“I think you did too.”

“Should we leave them?” 

Steph looked helplessly at Clark who smiled softly. “Sure. They look too comfortable to disturb.” 

Damian slowly held up his phone and took a picture of Jason and Y/n. Y/n was tucked under Jason’s arm and his head rested on hers, both snoring softly. The blanket was draped over both of them and the fabric of Jason’s shirt was clenched in Y/n’s fist. 

“For detectives,” Wayne observed, “they aren’t the smartest.”

[kpop-anime-manga]

ABOUT ME:

hey! I'm new, I'll start by saying that I'm not a native English speaker

Call me Yuri🌸

She/Her

I still don't know how to use Tumblr well but I'll do my best!🩷

I’ll post some of my arts too!!

If you have some shows, movies, anime or manga to recommend me I’d be really happy to watch these, and maybe add them in my list.

In each post I will recommend a song and will put a quote at the end🌸

RULES:

Only Fem Y/N (I’m not writing for Male Y/N ‘cause I’m not a boy so I don’t wanna disrespect the Gay community by writing smt wrong)

Pls pls send me some requests with chubby reader🙏🏻🙏🏻

-Fem x male

-Fem x Fem

If you don’t find a character in my lists you can always ask, tho I don’t write for everyone🙏🏻

I’d love to interact with my followers so I’ll do a q&a format too🫶🏻

What I write for:

Angst♥︎

Fluff♡︎

Smut❥

High school sweetheart (no smut obv)

Time skip characters

Some tropes (you can request)

Headcanons

Mini series (maybe)

Chatfics

Mini fics

What I don’t write for:

Inc3st

Smut with m1nors

FANDOM

ANIME:

Tokyo revengers:

BAJI (love him so Much😭)

DRAKEN

MIKEY

RAN

RINDOU

TAIJU

MITSUYA

EMMA

and also others if I may have forgotten you can ask (I don't write for everyone)

BNHA:

BAKUGOU

MIDORIYA

DENKI

SERO

MINA

KIRISHIMA

SHOTO

DABI

SHIGARAKI

AIZAWA

And you can ask other characters if you want (if there’s a character I don’t feel comfortable to write for I’ll decline, I’m sorry 🙏🏻)

AOT:

EREN

REINER

LEVI

ERWIN

YMIR

HISTORIA

MIKASA

CONNIE

JEAN

And others

NANA:

NANA O.

NANA K.

REN

YASU

NOBU

YASU

SHIN (no smut!⚠️)

TAKUMI

NAOKI

KYOSUKE

For nana I’ll do only these characters.

JJK:

I still haven’t finished Jjk, I just finished the first season, so I’m not an expert with this show.

GOJO

ITADORI

MEGUMI

SUKUNA

These are the characters for now

DEMONS SLAYER:

I still haven’t finished this anime too, so I’ll add the rest of the characters with the time

TENGEN (+with his wives if ya request)

SANEMI

RENGOKU

GIYUU

OBANI

HAIKYUU:

I’ll do like almost everyone🫶🏻

SHOWS/MOVIES:

WINX:

STELLA

FLORA

MUSA

RIVEN

BRANDON

VALTOR

HELIA

NABU

AVATAR:

NETEYAM

LO’AK

JAKE SULLY (2009)

AONUNG

ARCANE:

SEVIKA

VI

JINX

EKKO

CAITLYN

AMBESSA

VIKTOR

MEL

SCAR🤭

SILCO and VANDER (most of the times platonic things)

THE TWILIGHT SAGA:

JACOB BLACK

ALICE

CARLISLE

EMMET

ROSALIE

JASPER

SAM ULEY

HARRY POTTER:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione

Luna lovegood

Viktor Krum

This is all for now🫶🏻

[mercurial-chuckles]

Thank you for sharing this, Mel! ❤️💖 This drabble felt like a warm hug on a cold day! Loved it! 🥹🥹🥹🫂🫂🫂🫂 Jake is so adorable. He can smother me with love any second of the day 🤭😏🫡🥰🤩😍😘

This was 💯 💯 💯 💯 , @steviebbboi

Essie, take care of yourself, love. Now that you have Jakey taking care of you, I'm sending you a care basket with all your fav things, @bigtreefest 💕🧣🥖🥣🥪💐🕯

A Bad Day Is A Good Day (Jake Jensen x Gf!Reader)

Word count: 581~

Summary: Jake always knows how to bring you the best comfort that you know.

A/N: I'm in the middle of a work training but wanted to write a quick little somethin' somethin' for lovely Essie/@bigtreefest, because she deserves it 💖 love you bestie, hope bf!Jake contributes to a better weekend.

Disclaimer: ***I don't give any permission for this to be reposted anywhere! Pls do not steal work, plagiarism isn't cute*** This isn't beta read and this is so off the cuff. Reblogs help writers reach more readers who may also enjoy our work. As you like, kindly reblog~ <3

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF 🥹

Sniffles left your already red and stuffy nose as you blew hard into a kleenex. Downstairs, you could hear the front door close softly and a familiar pair of boots thud onto the laminat floor.

"Babe? You home?" Jake's muffled and concerned tone resonated upstairs to where you were sitting comfortably on your shared bedroom floor.

A miserable sigh heaved from your tired body as you whimpered out, "In here, Jake-y." Just speaking was such an effort right now and knowing that the source of your comfort was so close just made you even more eager for softness.

His soft footsteps creaked up the stairs and your brain visualized his hefty body climbing up towards your room.

A small cry left your hunched shoulders as your body chose to slowly lay down on the soft carpet underneath you. Facing the door, you saw Jake's worried face gaze around the room until he spotted you on the floor, all curled up in fetal position.

"Oh, bubba." Jake cooed over at you as he approached you at a slow pace, not wanting to startle you. He knew that you were having a rough day when you texted him earlier that afternoon. It started with little things like stubbing your toe on the desk at work, and then a customer just being so mean to you, all the way to having your day escalate to just not feeling heard by your coworkers as they dismissed your feelings.

"It's okay, bubs. I'm here, you're finally home and I'm with you." Jake didn't hesitate joining you on the floor as he laid down right next you, pressed his taut and large body against your frail stature. Releasing a soft whimper, you were instantly cradled by Jake's softness and comfortingly, looming figure. His large hands stroked your back as your curled into him even closer. The heat of his body penetrated your work clothes and you felt like you could finally release a breath of relief.

"I got you, baby. Why don't we just order in and pop in the classics? I could probably get us a free subscription...or Cougar was telling me about this new movie that we might like." He adjusted his skewed glasses as he laid his head on yours resting underneath his chin.

When you didn't say anything, in classic Jake fashion, he backtracked, "Well, we don't have to, you're right that's dumb. We could always cook -- I know that you like my baked chicken. OR, we could also just bake-- something."

Another sniffle left your body, instead of sniffling your sadness, your shoulders were shaking in laughter as you rubbed the last tear from your glistening eyes. Looking up at him, you brought a soft hand to muffle his still mumbling lips to pause his anxious rambling.

You merely smiled up at him as a wave of gratitude washed over you. You felt so lucky to be with someone who just got you. Just being him, and being with him, brought so much joy. He always wanted to make you happy, even at the expense of his own brain overload. You loved him, and that what you told him as you removed your hand from his mouth to reach up and kiss him.

A soft smile grazed both of your lips as you parted and you knew that you would look forward to not just the good days, but also the bad ones. Just for more moments of comfort with him.

A/N 2: LOVE YA BB~ FEEL BETTERRRRRRRR @bigtreefest

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Hello!

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🎠🥀I am a lil’ bit of an amateur writer. I have been writing off and on for years, and now I’m confident about writing some fan fiction! I have not written fanfic in a hot minute, so I am a bit rusty. Just bear with me!

🎠🥀Most of my writings will be with a gender neutral reader and use they/them pronouns unless otherwise stated or requested :)! I will do my best to not include physical descriptions as well unless otherwise requested.

🎠🥀I will do my best to write all characters to the best of my ability. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome!

RULES AND FANDOMS BELOW THE CUT

I WILL NOT WRITE:

Fetish content (bathroom stuff, feet stuff, etc), some hard kinks, pedo shit, real people.

Porn without plot. Unpopular opinion, I know. #smutwithfeelingsftw

Character x Character

I WILL WRITE:

Fluff, angst, the basic stuff. Smut if the mood takes me

One shot/drabbles, headcanons, multi-character reactions.

Platonic relationships.

Song inspired requests.

Poly relationships (or I will do my best to).

I’m down for most stuff, so just shoot your shot!

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR (more to come!)

Key:

NOT MENTIONED = I will NOT write for this character

PLAIN = I’m will write for this character.

ORANGE = Character I MIGHT write for if I get a request that sparks inspiration.

PINK = Would LOVE to write for this character.

AVATAR - James Cameron Movies

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Ronal, Tonowari, Tsu’tey, Quaritch, Grace Augustine

THE BOYS

Butcher, Hughie, Annie/Starlight, M.M., Kimiko, Frenchie, Maggie/Queen Maeve, Old and New Black Noir, Reggie/A-Train

ARCANE

Sevika, Vi, Jinx/Powder, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda, Ekko , Jayce Talis, Viktor, Vander, Silco

MARVEL

Loki, Agatha Harkness, Steve Rogers, The Wolverine/Logan Howlett

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE (remakes)

Ghost/Simon Riley, John Price, Soap/John Mactavish, Gaz/Kyle Garrick, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Nikolai

BALDUR’S GATE III

Wyll Ravengard, Gale Dekarios, Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach Cliffgate, Halsin, Isobel Thorm, Aylin (honestly, there are so many characters so just feel free to request any bg3 character! the only one i will not write for is astarion.)

OVERWATCH

Moira O’Deorain, Sloan/Venture (the big two. i am down to write any overwatch character so feel free to request.)

RULES

Zero Tolerance for Minors. Minors, do NOT interact. You will be blocked immediately.

Please only submit a request ONCE, & Remember to be patient. I have a busy life outside of this blog.

Do not use my work for Character AI or anything AI related.

Do not repost my work EVER!

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