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LAST UPDATE HERE WE COME BESTIES

Alright besties here it is, please enjoy this final instalment of To Have & To Hold

Warnings: F-18 crash. Mentions of severe injuries. Unconscious. Angst. Jake Seresin x Wife!wife reader. Smut! Female oral receiving.

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“You know, I kinda miss the blonde a little.” You couldn’t see Jake's face but you knew that behind the brown moving box he was carrying into the newer, more modern house on base, he had a shit-eating grin plastered across his smug face.

“You didn’t even recognise me with blonde hair—Mr Casinova.” You replied nonchalantly as you unpacked the box full of cutlery, plates, mugs and bowls. Reminding your husband how he tried to hit on you at the Hard Deck the first night you were in town. “But me too.”

“How many times are you gonna make me apologise for that?” Jake sighed as he placed the box he’d need carrying down on the kitchen island. “At least it was actually you?”

“Mmmm—“ Pressing your lips together as you pretended to think of an appropriate number. “Maybe like sixteen more times? Just to make sure you really get it through your thick head.” With Jake's permanent posting to North Island, he’d been moved into a new home. Something more permanent, more homely but a little more spacious. You wouldn't put it past your superiors to think that they had had the possibility of a family in mind when assigning him the hubble abode. It wasn't that a family with Jake was off the cards completely, it was just going to take a little longer and alot more effort than ever initially expected.

Jake had asked his family to send over all his things from the storage unit in Austin that he’d packed up from his last base apartment. So once things had started arriving you were more than happy to lend a hand in helping him move in. Throwing on a comfy sundress just to potter around the house unpacking small bits here and there.

Jake frowned playfully, moving around the bench to trap you between him and the countertop. Kissing your shoulder softly, leaving butterfly-like kisses against your skin. Enjoying the moment for a minute, you turned in his presence and without a single moment of hesitation, Jake was hosting you up onto the countertop. Standing between your legs as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to draw him close for a kiss.

“What am I gonna do with you huh wifey?” Things couldn't have been better between you and Jake. You'd organised a few couples therapy sessions to make sure things stayed that way. Both of you decided amicably that talking about your grievances before that became full blown issues that could topple an empire needed to be spoken about in a safe environment. There was no shame in that. On the weekend you were both planning on going back to the spot you rewrote your wedding vows at to burn your divorce papers. It wasn't an option anymore, Jake was your forever decision and you were his.

“I dunno hubby, but until you figure that out I guess you’re shit outta luck huh.” You taunted as Jake went in to kiss your neck, sucking against the Paudel point he knew drove you crazy every time. “Jake—we have boxes to unpack—“

“Fuck the boxes, they’ll be there when we’re finished.” It made your heart leap, Jake trailed his kisses from your neck to your jaw until he was making contact with your parted lips again. Soft needy moans escaped as your hands slid down from his shoulder to trace his chest, lingering slower and lower until finally you were palming him through his shorts. “Fuck baby.”

“Hmm, you started it.” It wasn’t hard to get Jake riled up. You could feel him stiffening under your touch, his length straining against his shorts as he let out a soft sigh against your mouth. Tongue searching for yours as his hands came up to cup your cheeks. “It’s all fun and games until you’re straining against your briefs isn’t it Hungman.”

“Okay that’s it—“ Jake was hungry and your attitude was feeding his cravings. Scooping you up off the counter, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist—holding on for dear life as Jake raced you through the living room and down the hall towards his bedroom. “So fucking cocky now she’s a Commander.”

“Take it or leave it Lieutenant.” Kicking the door down to the bedroom, Jake threw you onto the mattress on the floor. He had yet to put together his bed frame, too busy with everything else going on around him. He could sleep on the floor for a few days. It didn’t bother him. What did bother him was the slight difference in your attitude. You’d always had one, especially with him—but now? The empowerment you felt had you projecting that attitude into the world. Jake Seresin wasn’t complaining in the slightest bit. If anything he was addicted—he saw you glowing when he knew you were still struggling with your newly diagnosed fertility issues. “Think you need a lesson in respecting your superiors—“

“Don’t start with that shit with me baby.” Jake hissed as he dropped to his knees on the mattress. “You won’t like how it ends.”

“Is that a threat?” You had to bite your bottom lip gently as Jake came towards you, hovering over you as you laid back on your elbows. Looking up in emerald eyes that swirled with all the different colours of green. Darker than normal as he drank in the sight of you beneath him.

“More like a warning—“ Jake mumbled, he was rock solid against you and you knew you had him in the palms of your hands.

“So if I asked you to eat me out would you defy those direct orders? Lieutenant Seresin?” It had become an easy game to play. There was a part of Jake Seresin that loved being in control—but there was also a part that craved being told what to do. He needed it. “Or would you eat me out like it was your last meal?”

“Fuck you—“

“Please.” You whined as Jake connected his lips with yours in a fever dream way. Hungry and full of lust. You were driving him crazy—but he was into it, losing his mind as you worked to push down his shorts. The pair of Nikes moved ever so easily as Jake kissed a trail from your lips to your chin to the valley between your breasts, the strap of your sundress pulled down your shoulder until your bra was spilling out. “Jake—“

“I'm so lucky to have you Baby.” Jake cooed against your skin as he shuffled down the mattress, finding himself between your legs as he threw your legs over his shoulders. “But I’ve got orders—“ winking before his fingers were pulling at the fabric of your soaked panties—not even attempting to remove them gently, Jake just broke the fabric in half.

“Hey!!” You protested the animalistic act, sitting up on your elbows once again only to be overcome with pleasure within a second as Jake delved into your core. Lapping away like he’d been deprived of hydration for days. “Oohhh—-fuckk.”

“Where’d that cocky little attitude go Commander?” Jake smirked against your core as he felt your legs shaking around his shoulders. Paying all his attention to the little bundle of nurses as he slipped two thick fingers into your dripping cunt. Filling you just right as he began coaxing his fingers against your velvet walls. “Oh fuck you taste so good baby, like candy.”

“Ahhhh—-yess!” Your hands were quick to find the sandy blonde locks of your husband’s hair. Tugging on the strands as you worked your hips in soft circles—grinding yourself against Jake's face. A little stubble had lightly dusted itself across Jake's cheeks and chin, having been off work for a few weeks he saw no need to shave daily. You weren’t complaining in the moment, not in the slightest bit. “Yesss—fuck keep going oh please keep fucking going, just like that.”

It was his favourite meal, his favourite snack, his favourite dessert. Jake could eat you for eternity if were possible. His cock twisted against his briefs, a wet patch forming where the tip of his cock leaked out against the cotton. Soaking up his pre-cum as he used the edge of the mattress to release some built up pressure.

“Jake! Ahhh fuck yes baby don’t stop—“ Your cried out as you threw your head up, letting your back arch up off the mattress as you pulled at Jakes locks. Keeping him as close to you as ever as his fingered coaxed your orgasm closer and closer. Feeling you clench and tighten around his soaked digits. “Mmmm, gonna cum! Gonna cu—“

Normally Jake would make you beg for it, he’d make you tell him how badly you wanted it, how much you needed him—but all Jake could care about right now was making you scream. He wanted your orgasm to take you to another Theon for a few seconds just so he could revel in the sight of you all fucked out because of him.

“Cum for me beautiful, I got you—“ Jake cooed as he pulled his fingers in and out of you so fast his bicep strained and his tricep flexed. “I got you baby let go for me—“

“Aaahhhh! Oh god oh god ohhh god ooohhh goddd—!” It felt like a tsunami, your vision blurred for a split second as you forgot how to breathe, a wave of pleasure washing over you as you shook and clenched your knees around Jake's shoulders as he lapped away at your dripping cunt—feeling your clit pulse against his tongue. “Aahhh fuck!!” Breathing through the pleasure, Hake wiped his mouth and chin as he came up to lie beside you. Although you were spent, you rolled over, straddling his waist before dropping down to kiss his swollen lips. Tasting yourself.

“How about I return to favour?”

“Might keep that new found attitude of yours at bay—“ Jake mumbled as he watched you discard your sung dress over your head. “Fuck, so beautiful.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” It was hard not to fall madly in love with your husband all over again. The last few weeks had been a roller coaster of emotions—but right now I’m this very moment everything just seemed worth it. Jake was worth it.

“Wrong—“ Jake held his left hand up to you, pointing at the tattooed wedding band on his ring finger. “It got me you—forever.”

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Hospitals always gave you the heebie-jeebies. They always seemed too sterile and too silent to be a real place. The walls were always too plain and the deafening silence made all the different monitors' sounds and sirens seem all the much louder.

Knocking on the door as you stood in the threshold of Chaos’s Hospital room, you couldn’t help but to laugh as you took in the copious amounts of bouquets that littered the expanse of the hospital room that had become her home. Bradley Bradshaw was a menace to the flower shop down in the main lobby of the hospital.

“Ah, Commander Seresin, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Chaos teased your new rank as you entered, holding up the bottle of Port you’d snuck past the nurses. Raising her eyebrows in pure excitement, Chaos beamed a bright smile. “Damn, don’t mind if I do.”

“How you been doing?” You asked as you walked around to the empty chair beside her bed. For someone who’d just barely escaped death Chaos looked good. She was still in a sling for her collarbone, but the bruising had started to fade away. She was still facing a few more weeks in hospital though, you all knew it. She was tough but even the tough need time to heal.

“Eh, itching to get out of this bed I’ll tell you that.” Chaos was honest, you all knew she was dying to be well enough to be able to go home. She was itching for those discharge papers—she’d started to harass the doctors and nurses every day, hoping that if she was an annoyance enough that’s want her gone as soon as possible. “You just missed Rooster—“ Chaos shuffled herself up the bed a little. Fixing the pillow behind her back. “Sent him home for a damn shower.”

“Good thing I came to see you and not Bradshaw huh?” You chuckled as you popped the cork on the bottle of Port, pouring yourself and Chaos a very small class. “Tell anyone about this and I’ll deny it to my dying breath.” Pointing your finger as you handed the injured pilot who just needed someone to look at her as if she wasn’t a fractured version of her former self the small glass. “I’m sure a few sips won’t kill you.”

“Worst adversities have tried.” Chaos joked before she downed the port as a shot, it certainly wasn’t intended to be drunk like that but nevertheless she handled it with grace, coughing slightly before gesturing for you to pour another glass. Which you did without hesitation, filling the glass before placing the bottle on the ground beside your chair—leaning back as you sighed. Looking up at the ceiling as if by some grace of whatever God was watching down you'd figure out all the answers yourself. “What’s up Hawks?”

“I got my new posting.” You hadn’t told Jake about the letter you’d received three days ago. You were still tossing up what you were going to do about it. With your new rank and your current position as one of the Navy’s best combat analysts, you had two choices. “And I know it’s probably selfish to ask the person stuck in a hospital bed for advice but I know you won’t sugar coat your opinion.”

“What’s the posting?” Chaos asked as she sipped her port, not feeling brave enough to shot the liquor in one go twice in a row.

“I can stay here in Miramar and take up an analytical position amongst the higher ups.” You explained as you eyed off the liquor swirling around in the small glass. “Or—“

“Or—?” Chaos mimicked you like a parrot, smirking as you held back on her for a moment.

“Or I can take up a position at Quantico, work under the guidance of some of the most leading admirals, which would just send my career skyrocketing Chaos.” You explained before following the daring pilot's lead, shotting the liquor you nursed.

“Well it sounds like you already know what you want to do so what’s the big issue?” Chaos knew what the dilemma was, and in her mind he had the biggest ego around. Jake Seresin was the anchor keeping you in Miramar. “If you want my personal opinion? I think you should follow whatever your heart is telling you to do Y/n.” Chaos sighed as she shifted in her bed a little more. There was never a comfortable spot, one she could find anyway. “But just so you know, I followed my heart and it damn near got me killed, so.”

“Jake and I are good, I don’t wanna jeopardise anything because of a new posting.” It was the honest truth, you didn’t want to leave Jake in North Island. You wanted to stay and see how things were going to play out. You wanted to enjoy the marriage you had just built back up with the man you loved so much. “He’s really shown he can be a good, genuine person, Chaos, and I love him—so much.”

“I sense a but coming here.” You just laughed softly, shaking your head in defeat as Chaos eyed you down.

“But he told me once I’d never make it if I didn’t stop being scared to try and I dunno Chaos–I wanna be the best.” It felt like acid coming out of your mouth. You’d left Jake for his obsession with wanting to be the best, now it felt like you were about to do it all over again. Only this time it was you who had the obsession in sight. “But I can’t do it without him either.”

“You could always ask him to go with you, you know?” Chaos raised a brow gently. “I think Hangman would follow you to the edge of the earth if you asked him to.”

“The same way Rooster would for you?” For two women who were as fiercely independent as one another, you two had some pretty good men who would fall to their knees before you both. Chaos just laughed softly as she nodded in agreement. “I better get going, Coyotes taking me up on a fly over a little later and I've gotta make sure to empty the contents of my stomach before my feet hit the tarmac.”

“Ah so you're gonna pop your cherry?” Chaos grinned ear to ear. “I heard about this little endeavour to get you up in an F-18 before your ranking ceremony.”

“Please–” You groaned as you hid your face in your hands, your elbows resting on your knees. “Im so fucking scared Chaos.”

“I don't understand how you analyse flight patterns and organise these strike forces and attacks with tomahawks and drones and spend some much time on aircraft carriers and not to bring up the elephant in the room but you're married to a fighter pilot, and yet you have such a fear of flying!” Chaos beamed as she laid your phobia out for you.

“It's not funny alright!” You couldn't help but to laugh at yourself as you groaned in annoyance. “I don't even wanna do this but they all wont get off my dick about it, said i gotta go up at least once in my lifetime.”

“I agree, flying a fighter jet is the most fun you can have with your pants on!”

“You literally almost died on the last mission you went on Chaos.”

“I didn't almost die because I wasn't having fun.” Chaos felt like she needed to explain it to you so you maybe walked out of her hospital room a little less scared. “I almost died because the man I love needed me, and I'd do exactly what I did for him over and over again if it meant he was okay.” She cooed as you listened intently. “I can't wait to get back in the cockpit, it would take a lot for me to ever give it up–it's too exciting, too thrilling! But hey, what's the worst that's gonna happen right?” Chaos shrugged. “It's just a fly over.”

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“I don’t think we could have picked a better day to do this man.” Javy smirked as he walked around the perimeter of the two seater fighter jet. “Honest, she’s gonna fall in love with it.”

“I highly doubt she’ll go from irrational fear to being madly in love with flying Coyote.” Jake was very aware of your hesitations about this fly over, you’d asked him every possible question under the sun about the what ifs and the maybes. He’d even caught you one night last week reading over your final will and testament while enjoying a glass of red.

“I’m just dotting my I’s and crossing my T’s before you send me plummeting towards an untimely demise.” You joked as Jake came to kneel before you—removing your laptop from where it had made its home on your thighs before his hands snaked up the experience of your inner thighs, parting them with ease.

“Still! It’ll be good to get her up, I don’t even know how she’s managed to go this long without so much as going up in a Cessna.”

“It’s not inherently a part of her job description.” Jake replied as he followed Coyote around the aircraft—taking tags off and making sure everything was in proper working order. “She seems to be doing a damn good job without ever having flown too.”

“I’ll say.” Phoenix chimed in as she made her way over with Bob. “You better not mess my baby up Coyote—“ It was Phoenix’s plane that Coyote was flying with you today, his own had only been a one seater. With the promise of a passenger, Phoenix happily agreed to switch for the day. “Bobs grown awfully attached to the thing.”

“Don’t throw me under the bus!” Bob gasped. “You’re the one who carved your initials into the framework!” Jake couldn’t help but to laugh softly as he caught the sight of you all geared up and ready to go. In his mind you looked like a toddler just about ready for her first day of swimming lessons. All the bells and whistles on to help keep you afloat.

“Now just remember, if you need to spew, just spew—it’s always better out than it is in.” Rooster bumped into your shoulder as you nervously walked beside him.

“What happens if I need to shit myself?” It was supposed to be a joke, but the more time that lingered in between when you’d asked and when Rooster responded—the less and less it felt like a gag.

“Try not to do that.”

“Got it.”

“Ah! Look at you!” Jake was the first one beaming at you as you did a little twirl for him. “You look great Hawkeye!”

“She’s shitting herself by the sounds of it.” Rooster snickered as you elbowed his side, sending him doubling over with an oof sound as he clutched at his side. “Okay—yep, sorry ma’am.”

“How long is this gonna take?” You asked as you squinted, holding your hand up to shield your eyes from the sun before Jake took his aviators off and pleased them on your head. They were just a tad too big, but so was everything else you were wearing. From the spare Normex suit to the flight helmet.

“Half an hour give or take.” The shake horror of it all was finally starting to set in. This was the moment you’d been dreading ever since the idea had been conceived. You should have squashed it before it was able to bloom into a fully formulated and calculated endeavour. But now here you were—standing on the goddamn tarmac about to climb into a fighter jet. “But Coyote genuinely has some checks to run, so you’ll be coasting for most of it anyway, he’s even gonna take you over the gully—it’s beautiful Hawk you’ll love it.”

“Oh great yeah just what I wanted to hear, Hangman.” Jake grinned as you put a little more emphasis on his callsign than normal, ignoring the comment about the beautiful gully and focusing on the mentions of genuine checks. “What’s wrong with the thing!”

“Nothings wrong with the Super Hornet Hawk, it's just a routine service flight.” Phoenix shook her head as she stood with her arms crossed over her chest. “Normally I’d take the bird up but Javy was just so persistent in getting me to trade, how could I say no.”

“You should have had my back Nix.” You tisked at the only female aviator still standing. Everyone was missing Chaos but no one more than Bradley Bradshaw. “Well, can we get this over with already because I'm feeling ridiculously nervous and I’m worried if I put it off any longer instead of just ripping the band aid off I’ll pass out.”

“Alright, alright.” Jake cooed as he placed his arm around you, drawing you into his side as he kissed your temple. “Let's get you in the air Hawkeye.”

“I'm so nervous Jake–” You cooed as you walked with your husband towards the F-18.

“That's a totally appropriate emotion to be feeling.” Jake chuckled softly. “You’ll be fine, I have totally one hundred percent faith in Coyote.” Stopping momentarily to kiss your forehead. “Have you got your new posting yet or?” Shaking your head, Jake sighed. You hated lying to him, but you just hadnt made up your mind about what you wanted to do yet. Stay, or go.

“Not yet, but I'm sure I will soon.” It was as Jake began to walk with you towards the F-18 that Flumes ‘On Top’ starting barreling through the UE Boom speaker Fanboy had brought in his pocket. Seeing it as the most fitting time ever to start playing the hype song. Everybody laughed, including you. This endeavour wasn’t even remotely on your bucket list of things to achieve—but it was nice to have someone beside you so willing to help you conquer your fear, challenge you, get you outside your comfort zone.

“I'm just hyping you up ma’am!” Fanboy chuckled as he held the speaker above his head. “Goodluck! It's just like riding a bike!”

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Javy Machado was a conservative fighter pilot. Much like his co-worker Rooster–he didn't take risks all that much. He played by the rules, he knew when and where to be a little risky, but majority of the time, he followed the rules of aerodynamics and kept his ego in check more so than most. He knew he was an exceptional aviator, otherwise he wouldn't have been called back to TopGun twice and asked to stay on as a permanent fixture on Miramar for the foreseeable future.

Javy flew every flight he took like he had something to lose. He never wanted his family or friends to receive the news he’d been killed in action or in a training exercise. He simply did what he had to do with calculated poise and a firm belief that whatever God was watching over him that day would take pity on him just one more time for just one more flight and get him through just one more day.

Javy Machado wasn't a praying man, but as he took off with the most precious cargo he;d ever flown with sitting right behind him, Javy said a small inaudible prayer to the God’s above–hoping that he could lessen your internal fears with a calm and problem free fly over.

“How you doing back there?” Coyote smirked as he steadied out on the throttle, levelling out after a textbook takeoff. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. A perfect sunny day that almost looked as if it were too good to be true.

“Am I dead yet?” You had your eyes closed as tight as ever, gripping onto your harness for dear life. Jake couldn't help but to laugh as he heard your voice come through the radio. He stood with the group in the rec room back at base. All laughing and watching as Coyote flew by in laps.

“No.” Coyote chuckled as he veered left a little. “If you feel like opening your eyes anytime soon you can look out and see the runway.” Slowly but surely, you peeled your eyelids open, coming into your view was the tarmac, the runway, the entirety of the Miramar base.

“Oh woah–” You instantly felt sick to your stomach although the view was beautiful. “I uh, I never knew I was afraid of heights until now–” You nervously chuckled out as you put your hand up against the cockpit. “Pretty though.”

“You think that's pretty, wait till we go over the gully!” Javy was getting excited. So far so good. Levelling out before swinging to the right, Jake watched as he flew further and further away from the base. The gully wasn't all that far from the runway, with binoculars Jake could keep an eye on you from his position by the window. Which he did.

“What made you wanna be an aviator, Javy?” You asked as you tried to relax a little, settling into the back seat but a little more. You’d known Javy Machado before for a long time, so long in fact he’d been a groomsman in yours and Jake's wedding. But when you left you fell out of contact–never having asked why he decided to do what he did.

“Just growing up on the bases really resonated with me from the beginning I guess.” He shrugged like it was a no brainer. To him though it had been, he couldn't remember wanting to do anything else ever. “My dad was a pilot before he retired a few years ago.”

“Ah, so it's in the blood.” You responded as you flew with Javy further and further towards the mountain range.

“Absolutely ma’am.” There was nothing out of the ordinary that Coyote had noticed as he did he checks. Running codes as he checked off system by system. “What made you want to be an analyst Hawkeye?”

“I wanted to be a clearance diver originally.” You explained as you felt the jet jolt a little. JAvy played his cards close to his chest though and didn't flinch. He knew you’d instantly panic if he gave away something was wrong. “But I didn't pass the initial fitness assessment, tapped out half way through because I couldn't handle the diet of up and go’s and dry electrolyte packets.”

“Understandable–” Coyote kept the conversation going as he noticed the left engine light blinking beside him. “I had a mate who wanted to be a marine and he said the training was damn near torture.”

“Did he make it through?” You asked, stiffening a little as the jet jolted again, this time more aggressively. You knew something was wrong. “Javy is everything alright?”

“Oh god no, he works for the state library now.” Coyote frowned as he tried to figure out what was going on before the situation escalated anymore than need be. “And yeah, everythings fine, Hawk, no need to worry, just sit back and rela–” Before Coyote could finish his sentence, Plumes of black thick smoke were spilling out from the left engine. “Holy shit–”

“Coyote?” You questioned as he saw the smoke as you turned in your seat. “Oh my god!” Jake was the first to notice the trouble happening in the sky while everyone listened in around the radio.

“Hangman hand me the binoculars–” Payback asked as he held his hand out. If something was happening he thought Jake was the last person who needed to see it unfold in real time. His wife and best friend both in the same Super Hornet.

“Fuck off.” Jake hissed as he keeped his eyes on the jet. “Phoenix, I thought you said there was nothing wrong with the–”

“There shouldn't be, I don't understand what's going on?” Phoenix’s voice was shaking as she came to stand by the window.

“Range Control this is Coyote and Hawk.” Javy’s voice came through the radio as the rest of his team listened in. “I've lost my left engine completely, there's dark smoke billowing out but there doesn't seem to be a fire–”

“Recommend return landing immediately.” Rage Control agreed as Coyote made a sharp left turn over the gully, heading back towards base. As soon as you were heading back though? Every bell and whistle in the cockpit began to ring out like a mantra of warnings. Something was seriously wrong.

“Oh god.” Javy was beginning to panic. “Range Control, I'm looking at a full system malfunction–everything gone!”

“Please tell me you can land this thing?” You didn't know when you'd started to cry, but your cheeks were wet nevertheless. “Coyote?”

“I gotta go–” Jake couldn't compute what was happening, he was in full panic mode. This wasn’t happening. Dropping the binoculars into Payback's hands as he turned on his heels.

“Hangman–” Roster gripped Jake's forearm, stopping him in his tracks. “Bro.”

“Emergency responders are gonna be getting ready for when they go down Bradshaw, i'm going with them.” Jake explained as his eyes began to water. This was his fault, he’d put you on that goddamn jet. “First she takes the entire system fails, what kind of sick fucking joke is this?”

“Keep it together man, you don't get to fall apart yet.” Rooster reminded the man who’d saved his life. “She’s gonna need you.”

“Maday, Maday, Maday!” Coytes voice cut through the painful silence that lingered around the rec room. “I've lost control! I have no control!”

“Holy shit they're really going down.” Bob had just caught onto the severity of the situation, he thought for sure whatever the problem had been Coyote could catch it. Bring it home. “Oh my god–”

Jake felt his entire world crashing down around him as the radio went static. He knew how you felt now when he’d disobeyed your direct orders to go after Bradshaw. He wasn't sure when he’d dropped to the fall of the rec room but it's exactly where he ended up as your screams cut through the radio just before the static took over. He could see the smoke trail leading off into the montrains. But no plane. No You.

“Hangman–” Phoenix tried her best to comfort the fallen aviator. “They’re gonna be alright yeah? It's Coyote and Hawk.” Her hand gently resting against his back as a sob no one had ever heard before escaped Jake's lips. He was lost without you–how could he put you in this position. If he lost you? Jake would never recover. There was a difference between losing you because of the marriage you had shared breaking down and losing you for good. At least if he lost you because you didn't love him anymore Jake could still sleep at night knowing you were somewhere on earth smiling, enjoying whatever or whoever was making you happy these days. But losing you for good, knowing that you weren't just somewhere else away from him enjoying life and living free, killed him.

“Ma’am—“ Coyote even in the face of uncertainty knew you outranked him by a mile. “See that yellow and black handle between your legs underneath the seat?” Looking down between your legs as Javy lost control of the F-18, you nodded in response before replying— realising he probably couldn’t see you.

“Yes!” It came out so panicked it broke Coyote's heart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you’d never wanna get on another plane ever again. “I see it!”

“I need you to pull that on my count of three and put nice your out, pull the red handle on your vest alright, it’s your parachute—“

“Okay!” You shouted over warning bells and whistles as they echoed out through the cockpit. “I’ve got it—!”

“In three, two—“ Coyote had only ever injected from an F-18 once in his life. Now he was doing it for a second time with his best friend's wife. He knew deep down if someone happened to you Jake would never forgive him. But he couldn’t think about that until you were on the ground at least. “One—“

With your cue given—both you and Javy pulled your ejection handles. What you didn’t expect was the sheer force of your seats jolting you up into the canopy that had haphazardly opened from the system malfunctions. You screamed as you fell through the sky uncontrollably, reaching out for the red lever on your harness. Pulling as hard as you possibly could as you caught eyes on Coyote still free falling uncontrollably towards the ground. The tree line not too far away.

“COYOTE!!” You screamed so loud you burned your throat. He wasn’t slowing down. You didn’t see him develop his shoot. “JAVY—!”

Everything that could have gone wrong for your first flight in an F-18 did. So caught up watching Coyote yesterday didn’t see how fast you were coming into land. You hit the tree line seconds after with a thud that rendered you out cold as you fell and smacked against branch after branch after branch.

“Jake if you’re gonna go you gotta go now I can see the patrol car loading up.” Mickey explained as he looked out the window. For a man who normally knew how to compose himself Jake Seresin was a mess. Had he just lost his wife? His best friend? His entire world? He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think of anything besides your beautiful face. How could he have done this to you? He forced you into this—you’d practically begged him to drop the idea ever since Jake had first brought it up. The taste of guilt was vile of his tongue.

“Hangman!” Phonic snapped. “Snap out of it and get off the damn floor!” She raised her voice and changed her tone—breaking through the haze that had begun to cloud Jake's vision. “Go find them.”

“Guys–” Payback choked out a soft mumble. “I didn't see any parachutes.”

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Jake raced as fast as he could over to where the medics were piling into the truck. An off-road vehicle specially designed for scenarios like this. He’s kind was clouded with the sound of your screams. The kind of scream you let out when you were utterly terrified.

“I need to go with you.” He wasn’t asking, no. Jake was telling. “That was my wife—“

“Sir, it's authorised personnel only.” One of the men said as he tried to shut the door only for Jake to grab at the door frame with his full strength. Sir—“

“I just watched my wife burn in, did you fucking hear me!?” He shouted. Rooster was racing down the tarmac from the exit of the building he’d watched Jake take a few moments ago. “My fucking wife was on that F-18 and if you don’t take me to her right now so help me god I’ll—“

“What he means to say is that he’d be forever grateful if you could just bend the rules just this once because he’s losing his mind.” Rooster placed his hand on Jakes shoulder as he bit his tongue and exhaled slowly. “Look, what if it was someone you loved?” Rooster asked the medic who was being far too stand-offish for his liking. But he’d broken him down regardless. “Hawk and Coyote aren’t just colleagues, they’re family.”

“Get in.” The medic huffed reluctantly, knowing that sitting here arguing was only waisting valuable time.

“Thank you—“ Jake sighed as he jumped into the back. “Thank you so much.”

“Jake?” Rooster caught his attention through the window. “I know how you must be feeling, but Hawk? She’s a fighter.”

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You weren't sure what brought you back to reality as you swayed gently in the breeze. Whether it was the pain radiating in your spine or the throbbing numbness of your left leg. Perhaps it was the sound of the burning Super Hornet not a few clicks north, or if it was the smell of jet fuel being burnt at temperatures that exceeded that of which humans could handle. Why were you hanging in a tree? Why were you in a flight suit? And why could you see a flight helmet that had the call sign ‘Coyote’ written across it on the ground?

“Coyote?” You sobbed as you looked above, your parachute had become twisted and lodged in a tree. Forcing you to dangle in mid air. Trapped as you swayed gently in the breeze that raced through the gully. “Coyote?” Looking down at just how far the ground was from where you dangled above it didn't seem all that high. You could make the jump. “Coyote you there?” Again, for the third time–there was no response as you looked around while blindly searching for the clip on your stomach that would free you from your harness. “Okay okay okay okay, the worst of it is over–you got this you got this you got this.” Squinting your eyes tight as you hit the release, you were sent flying towards the ground below with an oof as you hit the dirt. “Ah fuck!”

Everything hurt. That was to be expected after ejecting from a near fatal fighter yet crash. Bite size snippets were flooding back to you as you blinked back tears. But you knew immediately something wasn't right when you hit the ground. Deciding to just lay there for a moment and breathe. Turning your head slightly you spotted a mess of canvas close by. A numbness you weren’t sure of radiating through your spine and down your legs.

“Javy?” You sobbed out again to no response. “Dammit you son of a bitch–” Rolling over onto your hands and knees, you slowly but surely stood with a gasp. Getting your teeth as you hobbled over, you were too afraid to look down because you knew by how it felt alone that your leg was broken. Your femur snapped clean in half from hitting the tree branches like a pinball. “Javy, man–you okay?” At this point you weren't even sure why you were still talking, you hadnt had a response since you'd come to. “Sick joke if you ask me–” Dropping down beside the mess of canvas, you fished Coyote out, pulling him into your lap with all your strength before assessing the damage.

He had a bloodied nose, that was all you could see physically–but when you pressed your fingers to the pulse point of his neck you felt nothing. Deciding your judgement was clouded by adrenaline, you opted for a second source, checking his wrist–again, no pulse.

“Fuck!” Although every time you moved it sent pins and needles shooting up your spine and made the base of your head feel oddly bizarre, you laid Javy on his back as you moved beside him. “Absolutely not, you don't get to do this to me!” Unclipping his harness and unzipping his Normex suit, you interlocked your fingered and with all your strength, began compressions. “One, two, three, four–” So on and so forth you counted and repeated the rhythm to Stayin Alive by the Bee Gees. “Come on Javy, come on!” You didn't stop, with every compression more and more blood spilled out from your leg where your femur had slashed through flesh, seeping into the normex suit. You felt light headed, weak even. Your spine felt like jelly as you tried to support yourself. “Ill never forgive you if you fucking die on me, COME ON!!”

“Y/n!” You could hear Jake's voice calling out your name but you never stopped to look around as you kept doing compressions. “They’re over here!” Without so much as hesitating—Jake was racing across the gully to get to you. “Y/n!!” Coming to crouch beside you, Jake assessed the situation. He had to get to you. He had to see for himself if the decision to put you on that goddamn F-18 cost him everything. “You don’t know how sorry I am, I’m so sorry baby.”

“Can’t stop—“ You cried. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you kept going with your compressions. “One, two, three, four—“ You repeated each compression you have. “He’s not breathing— why won’t he just breathe dammit!”

“Hawk, Y/n—baby you’re in shock.” Jake cooed as he saw your thigh, how you were still going he had no idea. Your leg was broken, the pain must have been excruciating. “Your legs broken.” Jake didn’t know if you knew or if you could even feel the broken bone from all the adrenaline. All his attention though, although he’d feel guilty about it later, was all on you.

“I don’t know how long he hasn’t been breathing!” You told one of the paramedics as they placed their hands over the top of yours as if to tell you your job was done. Taking over as Jake dragged you back and into his arms. “Fuck you!” You cried out as Jake placed his hand on your forehead to guide you head against his chest. “Fuck you both!”

“It’s alright, you’re alright—“ Jake was holding back his own tears as he watched the paramedics work on his best friend. One of them making their way over to assess you as you laid in Jake's arms. “I love you so much, I’m so sorry—I never should’ve put you in that jet baby.”

“I hate you—I hate you I’ll never forgive you—I hate you.” Jake knew your anger was coming from a place deep inside you. “Do you hear me? I. Hate. You.” Jake knew you didn’t actually hate him, or Javy. But you hated flying and the fact you’d just been through something unprecedented after being so adamantly against the idea, you needed to get your anguish out. Jake was just the closest person who you could take it out on. That’s what he thought at least:

“I hear you Hawk I hear you.” But it didn’t make it any easier to hear.

“Commander Seresin, my names Racheal, I’m one of the base emergency responders, can you wiggle your toes for me?” You tried to do as Racheal told you but you couldn’t. You couldn’t even feel that she’d been applying pressure on your ankles for the better half of a minute now. “Okay, no need to worry, we’re gonna get you in a neck brace and pop you on a stretcher—just for precautions.”

“It’s Lieutenant Commander.” You quickly incorrectly corrected Racheal. “Why can’t I feel my legs?” Panic was starting to rise in your throat, the adrenaline that had been causing through your veins had started to subside and with that came more and more pain. “I can’t feel my legs—Oh my god, I can’t—“ Before you could spiral too much, Jake was cooing in your ear as he held you close. Supporting you.

“You’re alright baby I’ve got you.” Jake had blood on his hands from where your thigh had been slashed and cut by bone. Applying pressure to stop the bleeding. “I’m sure it’s just the adrenaline—“ He tried to find a reasonable explanation as to why you couldn’t wiggle your toes but as he looked to Rachael the first responder her face said otherwise.

“Ma’am, I’m gonna place this neck brace around your neck alright, try not to move.” It was of the utmost importance from this moment onward that you remained as still as possible. Jake held you still as Racheal secured the brace. “Good job, okay now all I want you to do for me is let your husband and I lay you down on this stretcher here.

“Ex husband—“ Jake frowned for a split second as you corrected Racheal with the wrong information. “Ex husband, we’re separated.”

“Uh—“ Jake didn’t know what to say, but Racheal looked at him with an explanation lingering in her lips.

“You two married?” She asked.

“Yeah, yeah we were uh, separated for a while there but for the last six weeks we’ve been good, I thought we were really good actually.” Racheal just nodded as she reached for her radio. “Something's wrong isn’t it?”

“Why are you here Jake?” You asked with an annoyance in your tone, like you couldn’t understand why he was here. Of all people. “Why was I on that F-18?” Jake didn’t know how to answer, he didn’t reply as he let a few tears escape past his waterline as he watched Racheal radio back to base.

“This is ground patrol, we’ve got two victims located on the upper north side gully of deadman’s ridge, one responsive one not.” The radio transmission could be heard back at the base as everyone sat around waiting for any news in the Rec room. “Male pilot, unconscious and unresponsive—female back seater, possible broken back and seems to be suffering some level of amnesia—“

“Holy shit, Coyote—“ Bradley was the first one to comfort Phoenix as she gasped in shock, pulling her into his arms as this all his way too close to home for him. Bob was stunned into a state of shock and disbelief. Unable to move from his position by the window as Fanboy came to his side. Speechless.

“They’ll get him back.” Payback was the first one to speak. “It’s Javy, he’s not gonna throw in the towel that easily, right?”

“Hawks not gonna remember any of the last few weeks—“ Bob spoke just barely above a whisper. “The mission, her promotion, Chaos, getting back together with Hangman—us.“

“I’ve got a pulse!” One of the many paramedics working on Javy called out. He took priority. “Where the hell's that chopper!?”

“Okay Y/n, we're gonna move you onto this spinal board now just to help us transport you back to the base hospital—“ Racheal explained as she placed the bright orange stretcher right up against you. “Jake and I are gonna be really careful moving you and I need you to just go with the flow and stay as still as possible for me.”

“I can’t feel my legs—“ It was becoming like a mantra. The only thing you could say, because you couldn’t feel your legs. “But I can’t feel my legs—“

“I know ma’am.” Racheal said as she prepared to lift you from your legs while Jake moved to position himself further behind you, laying you down gently on the ground. “But we’re hoping that it’s only temporary—“

“Come on baby you gotta be strong for me—“

“Why the fuck would I do anything for you?” It stung, but Jake knew that if anything it was just the amnesia talking. “I still don’t understand why you’re fucking here Jake!”

“Because I love you with all my heart baby, you know that.” Jake was dying—he felt like someone had ripped his heart out and had rung it out. The wind had been knocked out of him, the world had stopped spinning. Without you Jake felt empty, he felt like he had been shoved back in time. Back to a time where you couldn’t stand the sight of him. You couldn’t remember every moment of the past six weeks. Which meant to you Jake Seresin was still your ex. “Because you’re my whole world.”

“Okay on three—“ Racheal stated, breaking the tension between you and Jake. “One, two, three!”

“AAHHHH—!!” It was a god awful cry. Jake couldn’t take it, letting his tears fall freely as he helped place you down on the stretcher. “Ahhhh Fuck!”

“Okay, we have to get these two outta here.” Racheal addressed her colleagues as she strapped you in.

Jake?” It came out more paid than you would have liked it to, but you needed to air your honest opinion. Looking up at Jake as he looked down on you. Crouching so he could touch your cheek softly.

“Yeah baby, I’m here—I’ve got you.” He cooed, not expecting the statement you rocked his world with to fall from your lips.

“I don’t care why you’re here—“ You sobbed, why the fuck your ex husband was here to begin with you had no idea.

“I still want a divorce.”

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Author Note: THANKYOU ALL SO MUCH! For the continued support for this series and in addition the Chaos Series.

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sorenphelps · 4 months

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All the artwork I made for the fanfic Crazy Ex-Boyfriend by @amethystheart2421 for this year's @rsbigbang!

It was a wild run, we got paired up quite late due to our original pairs dropping out of the Bang, and even though it was already December and time was running thin, I decided to make this whole deal a way bigger challenge than it supposed to be... So I ended up drawing all 7 fantasy sequences, trying to mimic a different style for all of them, and finishing both versions of the banners I had in mind. I know, I know, but I swear even I wasn't aware that I am such an overachiever either!

Also, I usually like to hide little details as easter eggs on all of my artwork, so naturally this was the case with these too. I'm gonna list them one by one, also share a little story about each piece, sort of like a "directors cut werk", just so we stick to the screenplay motif. The numbers in brackets lists the order in which I drew the pictures.

The banners (1.,9.): I haven't watched Crazy Ex-Girlfriend the show, so I really had no idea about this whole thing, hence my initial idea of re-drawing one of the official promo posters of the show as the banner. But then Nicole shared the first scene with me when we got paired up, and also told me that her original artist wanted to draw the stargazing scene, which I also really liked. I sketched out both versions to see which one would look better, and also to warm up a bit for this version of the characters. (Nicole also shared some faceclaims, so except Sirius' and Lily's design, I tried to stick to her vision as much as I could.) The Netflix poster was considered the final one for quite a while. The stargazing banner was the last piece of artwork I finished, which I also edited to be used as Chapter dividers. I liked the idea so much I actually referenced the starry sky on the other pictures too. On the Netflix banner, Remus' socks and Sirius' suit handkerchief (how do you call those things in English, gahh) both have the starry pattern.

The western (3.): By this time it was decided that I'd do all fantasy sequences in a different art style, but I couldn't really come up with any specific style which could have fit the western vibes, so the characters are drawn in my own usual style, only the colouring is different. I tried to go for a sepia effect, without using a filter, I think I could pull it off well enough. I was considering to draw Sirius as a Native American for this, because I just don't see him as Caucasian in general, and also, Black Dog sounds like a badly translated indigenous name... But I discarded this idea for the sake of "historical accuracy" (and to save time, haha), as I think they wouldn't visit a saloon this way. I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' handkerchief and... scarf? (I really should learn how certain textil items are called in English...) There is a wanted poster in the background with Voldy. And I swear I didn't mean to draw Remus looking this horny, it just kinda happened by accident! He is sure VERY fascinated by Sirius'... pistol.😜

The Star Trek (6.): My original idea was to draw like usual and just add so many lensflares to the picture that it's not visible if I copied another style or not. But in the meantime I started to watch Star Trek: Strange New Worlds with my bf and also found out that there is a new cartoon too, so it was then settled. This style is very different from my own, but it was so much fun! It was weird not to draw every single strand of hair in excruciating detail, actually that was the hardest part, haha! I struggled a bit with the placement of the lensflares too, the first version had too many and too bright, it had a disco vibe rather than a spaceship. I wanted to add easter eggs to the background screen, but I was running out of time, so there's only one light blue star similar on the screen! Also now I know that the uniform colors are not really consistent in Star Trek, and Remus’ might have had to be gold as Captain…🤷🏻‍♀️

The Disney (2.): This one sparked the first idea in my head after I read all fantasy scenes Nicole kindly shared with me. When I first sketched this, I still had no idea that I will end up drawing for every chapter and the style copying was not settled either. It started with this piece, I had the vision of the wolf chasing scene from Beauty and the Beast, and we were discussing whether it's plausible to collect berries during the winter or not... I've tried to make the final piece look as classic Disney as I can, and since I could pull it off, it was not a question anymore whether I'd try to do this with other styles for the other scenes. Retrospectively, this one was the easiest to make, apparently my usual style is not that far from Disney (I grew up watching those movies, so it's not a surprise), but I had to really focus on drawing the animals, it's been ages since I last drew any! (The trick is to give them eyebrows, and bam, it's Disney style!) Sirius' armour, clothes and sword has the star, and I also designed his own "crest" with the black dog and a star on his shoulder plate. The whole concept of the picture is Sirius' side being very bright coloured, while Remus' with the scary wolves in the background being very dark. This might have worked better if it was not set in the winter, but I wanted to stick to the Beauty and the Beast vision I had.

The Comicbook (4.): I was very excited for this one, I really like the looks of the old Batman the animated series, and the way some of his comics are drawn. It's such a unique style, I really like the simple shapes and bold contrasts. Well, it turned out I am very bad at this! I struggled quite a bit trying to capture what I had in mind, but I couldn't even come close to it... So I kinda cheated a bit because I just traced the lineart directly from the reference pictures of Batman comic books I found online. I tried to make Remus less buff, but it looked very weird, so I let him keep his muscular Batman body instead. I drew the wolf mask and the whole Sirius panel, and the coloring went smoothly after I finalized the lineart, even though I only realized that I switched the colour schemes of Remus' superhero outfit when I looked up the quotes for the comic panels, oops. Overall I like how it looks, but I am not that proud of it as I had to "cheat".

The Hobbit (5.): I've probably spent the most time with this one! I actually really like Martin Freeman as an older Remus FC, so I was quite excited to do this piece. My original idea was to mimic John Howe's style, as he is the Tolkien illustrator god, but his level of skill and mine are very very far from each other... and as I struggled a lot with the Batman piece, I felt like going for a smaller challenge. That's why I decided to have a go at Alphonse Mucha's art nouveau style. Turned out it was the worst possible idea! 🤣 The whole point of art nouveau is depicting attractive ladies in an ethereal way... But if you switch the ladies with a fat hobbit, the vibe def won't be the same! The first version just looks so extremely absurd, it's both awful and hilarious. By the time I could fix the pose so it wouldn't look as ridiculous, the final style looked nothing like art nouveau... I still have no idea what style it is now, not my own or any of the ones I tried to capture, that's for sure. I considered adding the star pattern to that tablecloth, but I decided that the lupin flowers in the foreground and the whomping willow-like tree are enough reference for this pic! I like how it turned out in the end tho, I think I could do justice for the watercolor-looking coloring technique, and the end result looks a bit like a fancier version of old children's book illustrations... Which is essentially what The Hobbit is, so it all sorted itself out by the end.

The Anime (7.): I like anime (I'm a little picky about them tho), so it was not a question that I would give this style a try! I am a huge fan of cyberpunk (the genre), so initially wanted to do that, I'm such a slut for Ghost in the Shell and I really like the aesthetics of the Akira posters, but after reading the actual scene, it was not really fitting. So I saved the cyberpunk AU for later, and went for the post-apocalyptic vibe instead. Obviously anime had a great influence on my art style, so similar to the Disney one, it was not that much of a challenge to mimic it. However I'm not that good at drawing backgrounds, and oh boy, I really made myself get over this obstacle with this series of pictures! Also as I was more comfortable with this piece, I actually added the starry sky pattern from the beginning to the scarf/blanket Remus has on this picture!

The Sitcom (8.): The original idea was to copy Hanna Barbera's old family cartoons' style, but as my deadline was very close and after reading the scene I realized that it will have a shitton of characters, I quickly abandoned my original plan. So this one is drawn in my own style, sort of, the designs of the characters are more aligned with Nicole's vision (sans Sirius, Lily, and partly Peter). The hardest part was definitely to figure out how I could fit 10 characters into one picture, let alone sitting in a living room! Also, I had to actually draw the living room too, considering perspective and scaling... Something I am not that good at. In the end the coffee table is maybe a little too big, but I needed that to hide the legs of the characters sitting on the sofa, haha! Also, the sofa is the Millennial Dark Green Velvet Sofa, because I also want to have one and it really emphasizes the general existential dread! (Just kidding.) Also also, I just realized that I have no idea how to eat tacos without making a mess (they are not that popular where I live). I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' shirt, and gave a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt to Peter, as he is talking about that in the scene. I wanted to squeeze in further references to the newspaper Remus is holding, but it was too tiny. The star from Knight Sirius' armour is in the background on the bookshelf. Also that globe just makes no sense but I had no better idea how to fill the empty space 😅. Molly is holding a mug with "BEST MOM" written on it, and I intentionally made Marlene's eye colour the same as Remus', who btw should have worn a bathrobe according to the original scene, but it was too late to fix that by the time I realized it. All in all, I am quite satisfied with how it turned out, it has the necessary sitcom vibes. And it is kinda a record for me in terms of number of characters drawn (the most was 12, but that one has no background, so I'd call it a tie!)!! I am very proud of myself for pulling this piece off, it really is the achievement of the year!

TLDR; (I mean really, my rambling is just too long!) I am happy that I was paired up with Nicole, working with her was such a creative process! My absolute favourite thing to do is work on AUs, and she has provided me with the opportunity to do so, I am grateful! It was truly a pleasure to participate in this (even if it's not that clear from all the complaining I just had above, haha)! If you ask me nicely I might show you the cursed first version of the hobbit picture!

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beyondspaceandstars · 1 year

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new year's eve with matt

A/N - i’m sitting around waiting for midnight and just had some little thoughts about what it would be like to celebrate new years eve with boyfriend!matt murdock <3 this is a really short, quick, unedited thing i thought would be fun to do so i hope y'all enjoy! i am also a little tipsy writing this so hope it makes sense

I feel like new years with Matt would be small but so meaningful

at first, you two would be like "we're staying in" because, well, new york seems hectic on new years eve no matter where you are

but then by like 8pm, maybe even 9pm, Foggy and Karen come knocking on the door wondering where you guys are and what you're doing

then you two have no choice but to give in and next thing you know you're squeezing into the crowded bar, sipping beers and taking shots every now and then

as the drinks and minutes flow, i think Matt would become more and more loving, physically

something about him screams that he's a happy, touchy drunk. a couple of heavy drinks in him and he's headed straight for you to caress your waist or draw patterns on the back of your hand

he does this relentlessly as you try to kick ass in pool no matter how many times you playfully reprimand him for his wandering hands

overall, going out is nice. you get to catch up with everyone, have some drinks, and get ready to bring in the new year

right before the new year rings in, though, you and Matt would slip away from the crowd

it'd be Matt who would initiate this little sneaking away but you happily went along with it

"it's a little stuffy in here isn't it?" Matt would ask, his words saying so much yet so little. you couldn't help but giggle. "it is, honey."

Matt would eagerly grab your hand and avoid all questions or looks as he'd drag you out into the cool, fresh winter new york night. there were a few other bustling around but mostly, it was strangely calm for the city during the holidays. but you'd take it over anything else any day

you two would scurry along to some alleyway and Matt would hand you a beer he had swiped from the bar before stepping out. it was adorable and hilarious.

"you're stealing now, Murdock? that's not what good, catholic boys do." "actually, I believe the words you're looking for are 'thank you.'"

you'd lean against the brick wall of some building as you'd open your beers. the minutes ticked down slowly to midnight. Matt would probably be very aware of how close it was to the new year just from hearing the chanting countdown across the city. but he wouldn't say anything to you.

"how long until midnight?" he'd ask you in a very husky whisper as he leaned into you. you'd check your phone and say, "under a minute, I think." but you couldn't pay much attention. you were so caught up in the buzz from the alcohol and the high from your boyfriend.

this wasn't your first new year together but something about it felt different and right. this was gonna be a good year. you sensed it with every bone in your body.

your relationship was at its best and you were beyond thankful to get to spend another year with him. it was almost unbelievable how perfect life had become.

Matt would soon tune back into the countdown and begin whispering it in your ear, following along as the entire city seemed to scream out numbers in synchronous chanting

"five... four... three..."

but before he could even get to one, you'd pull him in for a kiss - a very passionate new years kiss. and Matt certainly wouldn't protest.

yells, cheers, and fireworks popped off all around you two but none of it mattered at all. you didn't hear any of it as you were completely engulfed in your boyfriend.

you'd literally end one year and begin the next wrapped in Matt's hold, completely loved by him, and what could be better than that?

finally, after an intense minute or so, you'd force yourself to pull away for quick air. "happy new year," you'd mutter. Matt would chuckle and say, "happy new year, sweetheart."

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riftclaw · 7 months

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Gonna fill out this questionaire for Curie's upcoming appearance in the @sonic-oc-showdown round starting this weekend! Let me introduce you to my beloved flying radioactive puppy!

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Curie is named after the radioactive measurement of the curie, and also Maria Skłodowska-Curie. Their name is actually older than this particular iteration of the character, who was originally not a sonic oc and was named Curie as an intentional callback to the name of a character in Homestuck. "The Radiant" is because he glows in the dark, playing on a rarer sonic character naming convention (Fang the Sniper/Hunter).

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Developmentally and physically, Curie would be roughly in their early to mid twenties. However, they were born in 1923, making them about 86 in their AU's current day (2009). They spent most of their life locked in isolation in a military facility, though, and were only freed and started living life outside a box again in 1995.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

He's part of a 5 person polycule including my other characters Agent VX, Caprice Amaranth, David Valke and Luka Mosaic. He has different relationships with all of them, having fallen for V, Caprice and Valke while adapting to modern life, and becoming involved with Luka later after they bonded over being giant nerds.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Candy, pretty much any type. Crunchy sweets like rock are their favourite.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Curie runs a nuclear power plant and waste disposal business, which is largely a front for making sure he has enough to eat-- because as much as he enjoys candy, his body will only properly digest radioactive materials. Since his business is really only there to keep him fed, he sells power at a loss-- which means it's very affordable and in high demand, giving him the ability to expand his power network and thus bring in more nuclear waste to eat later. He's not in it to make money, though-- outside of his personal R&D efforts, he sinks practically all his profits into charity. His main reactor base and the surrounding city of Bloodwood Grove was built on the Painted-Rocks clan's abandoned land, specifically to help camouflage the habitats of the last living mobosaur herds that the clan once hunted and protected.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

They collect plushies, radioactive knick knacks like uranium glass and watches with radium paint, and Godzilla merchandise, and they love to tinker with technology and study space.

🎯 -What do they do best?

Nuclear physics, probably-- it's something that started out of necessity (because of his unusual diet) but he developed an aptitude for it and genuinely enjoys working on nuclear powered inventions. It's not unusual for him to build experimental reactors for fun.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

They love to watch Godzilla movies and play around with unusual tech. They hate being confined to boring meeting rooms or made to deal with unnecessary beauracracy.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

The first time he rolled in the grass after he was freed from the facility he was imprisoned in. The grass wasn't even on Earth/Mobius, but it was grass, and he'd all but forgotten it existed after being locked away for 60+ years.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

They don't currently have many-- a lot of their most traumatic experiences will occur in the future, such as when the forces/zombot plot occurs. That's not fun for anyone, but especially Curie.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

The very first proto-Curie was actually just a heavily au Jade Harley-- who had changed so drastically I "filed off the serial numbers" and made into their own character. His first ever original design was human! He still ate nuclear waste, though. This current iteration of Curie was developed when I was initially setting up my Amalgam au, drawing more on his initial prototype's personality and history than Cain Einley, the other character I split off the same prototype several years back.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Related to the question above, they spawned from a particularly ridiculous homestuck fanfic that never made it past a disjointed first draft back in the early 10s. If i sink enough development into a canon character that they stop looking/sounding like that character, I split them off, give them a fursona and a new name, and carry on writing my new oc, and Curie is just another in a long line of similar characters who occupy my brainspace.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

Science fiction for sure.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

They are agender with a side of transmasc*, and use he or they pronouns interchangeably. Curie is also demisexual-- they need to form an emotional bond with someone before they can develop romantic feelings for them. *My friends and I often refer to them as "none gender with left boy"

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

He had four, but none of them are alive today, and he doesn't remember them anymore. :(

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

They don't remember either of their parents, either, but considering that the guy who made them what they are now was their father, at least one of those relationships was pretty unhealthy.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

On a purely aesthetic level the fact that he glows in the dark will always delight me. It's such a fun trait to play with!

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

I draw them decently often, although a lot of what I draw in general doesn't get published. I write about them a lot more, but nothing that's in a state to be shared. They're the secondary main character of Amalgam's whole main storyline!

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

He does die in the future. Not for a good long while-- mobians in his universe live for 150 years on average, and his peculiar metabolism means he's going to outlive that many times over, but eventually he will power down and fade away. He's got a lot to accomplish on the way there though!

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Claustrophobia for sure.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

In the future he'll be taking the rookie's place in Amalgam's version of the forces/zombot plot (they are combined!), and will be facing up against their version of Infinite. His radioactive blood means he can't get infected by the zombot virus, which puts him in a position of being the best person for a lot of problem solving in this particular plotline.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

As "Curie the Radiant", since early 2019. Here's the first ever picture I posted of them, before their personality had finished solidifying!

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

In 2019 I was 29! Although as I said earlier, he has roots in fanfiction/original fiction from before Amalgam became my primary worldbuild, and his prototype form would date to when I was about 23.

#sth #sonic oc #sonic fc #curie the radiant

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evanox · 2 years

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Hi hi hi :D

I saw you were taking requests so I have an au request thingy. Imagine the one au of the M3 as baristas with an mc from Astraea, except mc just fucking faceplants into the coffee shop during the closing shift and everyone loses their shit-

Also hcs for barista Felix falling for astraean mc ahajsksksjsmsms that is all okay thank you-

hii tysm for the request!! no I definitely didn't have to binge @/morgandrinkscoffee for Research /s,, also omg you've reminded me of Ciel's drawing of the M3 as baristas,, man I'm gonna miss Ciel's LL art,, also

you see I kind of forgot the Astraean MC bit and already committed to General Barista HCs so now you're getting both General Barista HCs and the M3 with Astraean MC and Felix falls in love with them, except the latter is gonna have to be on another post bc it got so long tumblr won't let me edit it normally anymore :)) i'll make sure to tag you once that's up!

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Felix

Felix had to find a new job to stay afloat after practically disowning his dad. Scylla still tries to help with a lot of his finances, but Felix hates relying too much on her, so here is, working the coffee machine at a bookstore coffee shop. Yes, it is a humbling experience.

The manager had to tell him off several times about his sharp tongue; Felix wasn't exactly subtle when a customer pissed him off. His coworkers, however, enjoyed living vicariously through him. It was cathartic watching Felix come up with creative ways to roast (haha) rude customers, and it was fun while it lasted. Now he just wears his customer smile through the pain, except it's more of an unnerving "I can't stop thinking about all the ways I could poison you" smirk.

Loathes the morning shift with every fiber of his being; loves the night shift, especially if he's alone. You know he's busting a few moves with that broom while blasting his playlist that's just too hit or miss for everyone to be used while the cafe is open.

Throws far too many tirades about how tea is far superior to coffee.

"Why do you work at a cafe then?"

"Mind your business."

Oh, the scandalized look on his face when someone suggests he try out coffee so he can 'look a little more cheerful on the morning shift'...

Felix always brings a book along to get him through slow shifts. He tried to be subtle about the more risque ones, but he'd been caught by his coworkers so many times that Felix doesn't bother hiding it from them anymore.

Come to the counter carrying a book that Felix likes (or absolutely loathes), and he will look like someone breathed life back into his corpse. It's very rare that he'd engage in small talk with customers—let alone initiate it—but he'll ask how far into the book have you read, what are your thoughts so far, and offer some of his own opinions if you seem to be enjoying the conversation.

His handwriting is usually incomprehensible because he writes in cursive and his hand is too fast so it just looks like a messy string of loops. You know Felix has a crush when he takes his sweet time drawing out those pretty loops into your name and making it look fancier than a Victorian man's love letter.

And yes, he'll go out of his way to walk the order to you.

Can't help but stare as you sip on your drink, so he brings his leather-bound writing journal along to seem more subtle as he looks between you and the pages. When inspiration strikes he might jot down a few verses of poetry about the threads of your hair turned golden by the sun or the mesmerizing rhythm of your finger as you tap it against your lovely lips when deep in thought, and if you have brown eyes he might even throw in a coffee-related simile. Then he feels very embarrassed and slaps the journal shut before any of his coworkers could get a peek.

How does he flirt, you ask? By reading the same books you pick up, of course; what better way to know someone? And it'll give him an excuse to strike up a conversation the next time you come for a drink.

Anisa

Anisa working in a cat cafe? Anisa working in a cat cafe.

When no one's watching she'll try to coo at the cats and coax them into her lap. Why does she feel the need to hide when trying to get the cats to play? Because Anisa doesn't want anyone witnessing the myriad of rejections she has to face from the cats.

Yes she cries a little when one of them gets adopted, both tears of joy and sadness—she's gonna miss them so much. You know she memorized all their names.

Anisa has always had the best work ethic and gives her job her all, but it helps a lot that she really likes the cafe; it has the added bonus of cats and a mostly laid-back clientele who just want to see some cute fluffy babies. This place also happens to be a hot spot for first dates and Anisa always gazes at the new couples with yearning; she can't wait for the day she gets to come here as a customer herself with someone she loves.

So yes, she might be the most put-together out of the three LI's, but Anisa definitely has her unhinged moments, like spending concerning amounts of time staring at the coffee beans in the grinder and fighting the urge to grab a handful just to eat it. She won't do it, but God, that texture must be immaculate. Has she ever thought about trying out the cats' food while shoveling some into their bowls? Maybe once or twice, not that anyone needs to know.

Also she's the worst when it comes to being a chronic ice-kicker.

You can always trust her with choosing the playlist and setting the vibe for the day. Anisa loves the opening shift for that sole reason, and also because she hates the closing shift cleanup. There was a morning when she opened and found the bar looking like a total mess, proceeded to check the schedule so she can give a certain someone a piece of her mind, only to find out it was, indeed, Anisa herself who closed last night.

She's so sweet with the kids and applauds them when they manage to make an order after nervously stumbling over their words.

There are only two types of situations when Anisa might look the slightest bit intimidating; the first is when lecturing customers about not bothering the cats if they're sleeping or forcing them to play when the cats don't want to.

The second is when a customer asks her to watch over a laptop or other personal stuff when they need to go to the bathroom. For the next 5 minutes, Anisa will be your laptop's hawk-eyed, vigilant guardian, throwing herself halfway over the counter to keep watch over your things and make sure they remain untouched.

Her customer smile is well-practiced but oh, the way her eyes light up when her favorite person comes through; you can so obviously tell this smile is far more genuine.

Doesn't shy away from drawing a little heart next to your name over the cup, or maybe a little cat. If your drink comes with a straw she'll always choose the one with her favorite color for you; if she's feeling bold she might ask about your favorite color. Don't confront her about the cute cup art if you don't want to see her stammering over her words, hair poofed up and face all flustered.

"Oooh she must really like you!" Anisa calls out when a cat cuddles up to you. The cat is a naturally cuddly one, but you don't have to know that; Anisa just wants her special person to feel special.

Sage

There aren't many things Sage likes about his job besides doing delivery on the motorcycle—anything just so he doesn't have to stay in that stuffy, cramped kitchenette. So what if he takes a few detours on the way back just to feel the breeze against his face? No one has to know.

He can't even listen to his favorite music inside the shop since he was permanently banned from choosing the day's playlist; not a single one is without an obscenely crude song.

The only other thing he likes about the job is the free food. He's not sure if it's actually free, but he doesn't really care.

Far more easy-going with rude customers than Felix is but less willing to indulge and smile through it like Anisa.

"We're all out of ___."

"Are you sure? Can you check in the back?"

Yeah, sure. Thanks for the smoke break.

Well I don't think he'd actually have a cig on him but he definitely has a flask tucked somewhere in the shirt he was forced to button up to the neck and tuck into his pants.

Otherwise he's quite flirtatious with customers, though more often than not he's just entertaining himself rather than actually expressing interest. Nothing too raunchy, but enough to make the shier customers blush and earn bashful laughter from the old ladies. His customer-service voice is just his casual flirty tone coupled with a lopsided-smile; you can just catch a little peak of that unnaturally sharp canine.

The only reason his manager has yet to fire him for his lack of punctuality and texting on the job is how easily Sage can charm customers and how many he has drawn in with his good looks. You don't even have to try that hard when you're 6'2" with luscious locks pulled into a high ponytail.

That, and he has a surprising talent in making latte art, mostly because Sage has practiced drawing rosetta so many times (yes, because it looks like a dick and he thought it was very funny).

Sure he'll remember your usual if you're a regular but this man is never going to remember your name; no, he won't feel apologetic about it. If he likes you, however...

Pushes his coworkers away the moment he sees your face even if he's supposed to be on break; no one can take your order, alright? No one prepares it like he does anyway.

Hey, he might even start being punctual to his shifts.

So what if he undoes one or two buttons on his shirt? The weather is just oh, so hot ;)

Starts flirting less with other customers and more with you. This is where his terrible pickup lines finally shine. He doesn't mind if you find them laughable; he just feels lucky to see you smile. The more ridiculous/stupid lines are saved for days when you look really down and might need a pick-me-up stronger than just coffee.

If you seem to be into his pickup lines and lack of subtlety, he might just throw the ball in your court by jotting his number down on your cup.

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goldieclaws · 1 year

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uhhhhhhhh i dont know much abt the fandoms youre in except for borderlands so im gonna be basic and say handsome jack for the character thing

Have not drawn the guy of all time in a while so I have to use old art ew.

His design is lower on the scale bc homeboy has no fashion sense, looks like an idiot with that long shirt under his waistcoat AND his fav colour is yellow, which is a terror to shade.

My brain admittedly blanks on the actual Borderlands games so I rated Comedy and Drama based on the Tales game. Also I had so much trouble starting up BL2 initially so I had to listen to Jack tell me to commit sudoku so many times that I'm rating him via Tales out of spite.

Cool Story Bro/Done Dirty by the Plot is slightly lower for the sole reason Gearbox keep going back to their bag of tricks eg Jack and whilst I do enjoy him as a character most definitely, he's a massive spotlight hog. I will kill him again if I must.

Make Content/Various Situations are ticked because I did draw and write about him a lot when the Borderlands brainrot took over my mind lmao.

BTW fun fact! I played BL2 with @spark-circuit and she really wanted me to listen to Jack's speech when you finally defeat him, so when he finished I attacked him immediately and in one last act of defiance and spite, he perfectly ragdolled into where the vault key was and Steph had to grab it for me bc the prompt wasn't showing up.

#handsome jack #borderlands #ask #also also the comedy gets to be one point higher bc he insulted me by calling me a kitten #but I couldn't be mad bc I was wearing the cat ear helmet on Zer0 at the time ghkdfjg

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phoebehalliwell · 2 years

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4, 6, 8, 9, 17, 18, 19 (Warren Witches or the Coop/Phoebe rival to lovers fic), 23, and 24! I love ask games and always ask too many at once, sorry 😂

4: Tell me about one of your abandoned WIPs. Why did you abandon it?

I had started a um a Penny/Allen origin fic that involved Penny moving to San Francisco for the first time staying with her aunt bowen there was a familiar there a little cat but it just. i never really got around to it. there was also the phoebe's source baby fic but i'm honestly spoiler alert just gonna loop that in with my calling cupid one idk if that one's gonna be a dency origin story or if i'm going for a new source kids bc idk the source's heir?? what a fun little lad!

6: What are some topics you will never write about?

i mean like. i feel like the obvious one is incest bugs / honestly scares the everloving shit outta me how many chris/wyatt fics are there esp considering how few next gen fics are out there beyond that i don't really know ig i won't know where the line is til i find it but like. what the fuck is wrong with y'all wyatt/chris freaks lmao. y'all are bad people.

8: How do you develop your OCs?

god isn't that a great question. they possess me. but no fr a lot of them come from like. the notion of the bit. like. what would be funniest. like with warren and sheridan i mean they literally came about as a joke like lmao wouldn't it be funny if prue and jack had twins. and then i had a previous idea of the next gen kids world jumping and landing in a parallel universe where p3 still existed and they're like okay where are we gonna find the witches we need to find and then parker just points to a poster for a band called the w!tches like call it a hunch but. and i'm like i should use that. and then i said okay which name is less punk rock and i'm like no the idea of warren being in a rock band too cool it must be sheridan. and then i needed a band i specifically remembering calling my buddy rose who edits all my stuff and i formed the band with them on the line rose actually drew them as i spoke that drawing might still exist somewhere. and then for warren he needed to be not sheridan so initially i was thinking hotel management bc my mom almost majored in that and lets be honest its not very punk rock but i wasn't sold on it but then it's like. okay well i also have mentally illness so goes it. and so like sheridan you know. has a death wish. he's not gonna kill himself bc that's gonna depress everyone too much but he can't wait to die he needs to go down fighting so people can be like wow sheridan so brave gone too soon and then you don't have to worry about your future or getting better because your dead. #lifehack. btw if you think like this deadass you need to be in therapy. but. great character motivation. so if sheridan wants to die, warren should want to live. sheridan's got his plan he's gonna be in a punk rock band and then die young. warren wants to grow old but he doesn't know. what he's going to do. he studies history to better know the craft. he's going to get a graduate degree in it to better know the craft. (lie. he's getting a graduate degree because he's terrifies to move forward, to actually live his life. sheridan lives because he believes he's going to die tomorrow. warren doesn't. his actions have consequences, how is he going to move forward? so rather than attempt to do that, he stays in academia, he stays in stasis, because then he doesn't actually have to face his future.) so yeah. foils. lots of foils. if a is this, then b should be that in contrast. basically everything is formed out of relationships. parental, fraternal, plantonic, romantic, like. that's the meat of it. that and whatever's funniest.

9: Are there any fics you’d love to see but don’t want to write yourself? What are they?

that's a good question. i'm so bad at actually writing things. i really want to also do my prandy kids and the magical morrises and honestly shane and abel since one anon brought them back up I Love next gen kids but beyond that i'd love to see more phoebe/coop fics and paige/henry fics and also honestly phoebe/leslie and prue/jack and like more wildcard piper/kyle obvi lol paige/jinny. it's just. there's so much i Want to write but like. won't lol. i want to. but. know theyself. i probably won't.

17: What has been the proudest moment for you so far since you started writing?

idk man i'm really proud of how far i've made it in my next gen fic and honestly warren and sheridan too love those boys they appear in my dreams a lot. and it's like. this shit it's like almost at the length of a novel you know? and i'm just. i used to write a shitton as a kid i was never able to finish anything tho but with these i've made it so far and i feel like i've come so close and it's genuinely stuff that i personally enjoy reading and it's just. i went through a really long phase when you know #itsmentolillnussluv and i couldn't write so to be back adn to have these characters that live within me i just. isk it makes me happy.

18: Do you feel like your work gets enough recognition? What kind of feedback do you like to receive?

i mean. "recognition??" like probably. but i don't think it really gets seen as much as i would like it too bc you know. it's so niche. idk i do kinda wanna someday publish these stories you know w&s and dency and stuff bc i just. i like sharing stories. i like when people like my stories when they like my characters bc they're my little buddies it's like when you throw a party that overlaps your social circles and it goes really well and you just glow a little because everyone likes each other like <3. but no i love love love love love receiving comments on my work or when people are like can i use your characters in fics like omg that always means so much to me lol like i always try to make my stories you know stories that people can sit in that like. you know. like um wrap yourself in a blanket all cozy like or use that like as like a blanket fort with little fairy lights something fun and sweet and safe and like. idk. you know?

19: 15 words to describe the aesthetic of [insert fic].

lipstick stains on cheeks, rosy perfume, dizziness, soft lights, looking away when you laugh, love

23: What’s one piece of advice you would give to anyone who wants to start writing or posting their writing online?

just like. like it. like what you’re writing. and if you don’t like it. ditch it! write something you look forward to writing, something you wanna talk about, something that you like daydream about what you’re gonna do next with. like. bc it’s free man, aint nobody paying you to do this. so just do what you want to do. unless its writing incest fic. then you should just shut the fuck up and reflect.

24: Which fic of yours do you wish people would ask about more? Why?

idk all of them lol i Love to talk <3

#!!!!!!!!#thank u for sending in questions i loved answering these <33333333 #💌

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my Jean WIP is kicking my butt right now so I come with ✨distractions✨

Thinking about how even though Jean is a romantic, he's low-key terrified of romancing you, because he's so scared he's gonna mess it up and you're gonna hate him. So he doesn't kiss you. Like, forever.

He kisses your forehead all the time, but he dodges you every time the moment feels right because what if it isn't, what if he's misreading things, what if it's all wrong, what if what if what if what if

(this may or may not be his first kiss, so that makes it even scarier)

So on a date, you look so pretty and he's just aching to kiss you and he's gonna do it this time, for real, he's gonna be romantic and not let anxiety beat him out--

And you, tired of the dance, just kiss him. And he doesn't know what else to do but to melt into it, shutting off his brain for a minute to truly enjoy this moment with you, the taste of your lipgloss and how warm you feel between his arms, soft hands cupping his cheeks, staying close and not letting go.

He realizes it wasn't as scary as he thought.

VIC!!!!!!

This is so sweet OMG... I don't know what it is about Jean being flustered and out of his mind with indecision but it's so freaking cute!

I'm imagining how he gets himself worked up, carrying mints and gum with him at all times just in case today's the day. He has this perfect image of you on a pedestal built up in his mind, and this kiss has to be perfect.

You're right, it may be his first; I could totally see him overthinking that to the point he's nearly paralyzed himself. Everything has to be just right, and it seems like each time he almost has things arranged how he's imagined there's something to make it go wrong. It rains, so he can't take you for a walk on the beach. He made the mistake of eating pasta for lunch and he's worried his breath smells like garlic. He's nervous there are too many people around and they'll make fun of his technique, or worse: You'll make fun of his technique.

All this anxiety has made him totally blind to how badly you want him to kiss you, though. If he could just see how much you stare at his lips when he's near you. Doesn't he notice you've tried out like fifteen different kinds of lip gloss hoping one of them would lure him in? You thought for sure that last time when you had your face tilted up at him that he'd go for it and he ended up giving you another forehead kiss... and of course, those are tender, wonderful kisses that you cherish but what you crave is his soft lips on yours.

This date has been perfect so far, and you're certain this time he's going to kiss you but you start noticing those telltale signs that he's letting himself get into his anxiety spiral again. He tries to get closer, then can't seem to make eye contact. He stumbles over his words and his cheeks light up in that adorable rosy shade you've come to adore. He's staring at your lips like he wants to make a move but something makes him freeze up every time.

You can't take it anymore! You reach both hands up to cup his cheeks and draw him to you, pressing your lips to his. He's tense at first, making you wonder if maybe he wasn't ready for this after all, but then you feel his jaw relax under your fingertips. He lets you take the lead—after all, you initiated this dance— but he can hardly hold himself back.

After all the planning and waiting, the uncertainty and withdrawal, he finally gets to taste you and it's a dream come true. It could be pouring rain and he'd swear the sun was shining just for you two. Garlic breath? Who cares. If there was a crowd pointing and laughing at him, they're a choir of angels in his mind.

It wasn't as scary as he thought, nor did he need to arrange anything to be perfect... because you are what makes everything perfect.

DFSDKFJLDSKFJDSLFKJDS I LOVE THIS SCENARIO SO MUCH, Jean being flustered is one of my favorite things in the world. Thank you so much for this ask!

I hope writing goes well for you! Totally understand, I've been dealing with some writer's block for a while but this inspired me. Thank you!

#jean kirstein #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirschtein #jean kirstein fluff #jean imagine

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durotoswrites · 2 years

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Character breakdown!

Hmm, how about Dr Trent

Oh, I've got some thoughts on about our enigmatic Doctor! As usual, I rambled a bit, so it'll be under the cut below!

Thank you all for your patience as I continue with these. Asks are still open. It's taking a bit longer than I was anticipating, and, speaking of doctors, I've been feeling under the weather. I'm still awaiting the results of my test, but based on how I'm feeling I have a hunch that I'm gonna be wiped out for a while. Keep your fingers crossed for me and my husband <3. Please take care of yourself! Drink your fluids, wash your hands, get vaccinated, and wear your masks! <3

Character Breakdown Ask Game - Still Accepting! ;)

How I feel about this character

If you would've asked me after initially playing Mineral Town, “What do you think of Dr. Trent?” I'd probably reply, “I don't.” He just didn't leave the biggest impression on me while playing More Friends of Mineral Town. I wasn't exploring too deeply in the caves and didn't have gold to spend on lots of medicine, so I often forgot about the clinic. I played HMDS first, and he'd show up for the festivals. When I got MFoMT and linked the games, I'd talk to him when he visited the Valley because he hung out with Hardy and I like Hardy alright, plus he was a fresh face. HMDS doesn't really give the player the deepest interpretations of the Mineral Town visitors, though.

I'd say now, I'm learning to appreciate him more. After watching some of his heart events and experiencing the ones beyond “Drink this questionable potion”, he strikes me as a little dense, but well-meaning, lonely, and trying to fill that void with his work, as he has been conditioned to his whole life. It kinda makes me feel bad for him. As I've been writing him in later chapters of my longfic, I've found that writing that more sympathetic, lonely side of him has been really gratifying. I really especially love the special event that takes place with him by the pond where he talks about his childhood. I feel like it gives us a good insight into his character.

My feelings about him are much more positive than they initially were, but I am admittedly still a little intimidated writing him. I'm hoping to get more comfortable with writing him as I continue including him in future chapters. He really is a fun character to explore.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Trent x Pastor Carter: A rarepair, and honestly, my only pair for Trent. Both being confidants with so much on their shoulders, I feel like Carter's gentleness that draws in Cliff does the same for Doctor. They mention drinking wine at the church some nights, while having friendly debates – they see each other as equals and find something they enjoy together. I can easily see their wine and debate nights turning into dates <3

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Trent strikes me as a guy who prefers solitude – he rarely leaves the clinic, and when he does, he's off by himself. Outside of Elli, his patients, Stu and May when they're at the church, and Carter, I don't imagine him talking to many people. I don't picturing him interacting with Cliff all that much, as when Cliff's there a lot, he doesn't speak much anyway, and Trent's not the super social type himself.

Trent and Rick could be casual friends. I can imagine Rick bringing his mother to her appointments and maybe they could relate to the feeling of being overwhelmed by work. They might bump into each other at the inn on rare occasions, but I don't really headcanon Trent as drinking at the bar. I think he'd prefer to drink in his room upstairs at the clinic or over at Carter's.

Trent and Doug would be on polite terms. I can imagine him ordering a lunch or dinner here or there with his busy life. I'm sure he'd tell Doug to go easy on the oil and salt, and absolutely no bread because he doesn't want to overeat it. He might get some gentle ribbing from Doug and Ann about it (I can definitely see Ann biting into a giant croissant in front of him to coax him into buying one – quickly being scolded by Doug), but overall, I think they'd be respectful of his healthy choices. Maybe they'd even have a custom salad for him, with some milk on the side.

Trent and the farmer could get along well – I could see him tending to their bumps and scrapes while the farmer talks about how business is going and maybe they stop by to give some produce or milk as a thank you. I can imagine him scolding the farmer for working too hard, only to be told the same in reply. A good friendship could form as they both take their duties seriously. Of course, the farmer can have whatever personality you like, so this is just my headcanon. I could see Pete giving Trent the business about burning the candle at both ends despite doing the same thing himself.

Trent is on friendly but professional terms with the gossipy housewives of Mineral Town. They're always happy to greet him when they catch him out on his rare outings. They all agree that he's pretty dreamy and they often try to wheedle information out of him about whether or not he has a special person in his life. They do it in a roundabout way and Trent's completely oblivious to it.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I would be terrified to be treated by this doctor, to be honest. He got a patient's blood type wrong? If Jeff needed a transfusion before that was sorted out, that could end... badly.

I know this is a strong word, but I really hate that his name is just Doctor. I know his parents were both physicians, and likely pressured him into being one as well, and I know Doctor is a name, but... It just kinda strikes me as lazy from a game writer's standpoint. I know that HMDS is supposed to take place 100 years in the future from Friends of Mineral Town and Trent's supposed to be a different person than Doctor, but I'm still gonna call him Doctor Trent. The guy deserves a name, not just a title.

One more unpopular opinion for Trent – I really feel that Elli isn't the best match for him. This might be more of a gripe on the way they wrote Elli than Trent, but I feel that she spends so much time pining over someone who doesn't see her as more than a coworker for the longest time. This is the same woman that is working full time, helping take care of her grandmother and practically raising her younger brother. She's the one making things happen in her own life – taking care of her family and being a strong person, yet she's so passive and I can practically hear her sighing behind that medicine counter. She is written a bit differently in HM for Girl, but I don't know if it's for the better. She is determined to do whatever it makes to catch Trent's eye (taking up swimming to impress him, considering dying her hair if Claire takes Trent as her date for the Goddess Festival). May I add that Trent doesn't seem to really notice ANY of this? Perhaps she does this because there's a part of her that wants someone to rely on and not feel like she has to do it all by herself, but it feels like the wrong person...? I guess I got off on a tangent, but I guess I just feel like Elli and Trent aren't all that compatible. Just my opinion, though!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I really wish that two of his heart events weren't basically the same thing – the farmer drinking an experimental medicine. This might go into unpopular opinion category, but I felt like there was a lot of potential for writing better bonding experiences than that – namely more variety. Trent was a new character in Back to Nature, where in HM 64 for medical care we had Doga, the potion dealer and Zack's mother, Gaya, who was the midwife (thank you Ranch Story wiki for those names not mentioned in the game!).

With the families getting shuffled around between HM64 and BTN/FoMT and Jeff and Harris no longer being in the dating pool, Trent (along with Rick) filled those slots in Harvest Moon for Girl. This is the first we see of Doctor, and he is the new physician in town, this time Elli stepping into a nurse's role rather than a baker's. This replaced the roles that were filled with Doga and Gaya. I do wish that Doga and Gaya had still remained in the game, perhaps as mentors for Doctor. Maybe they knew his parents and that could have been expanded upon. I enjoyed that there were more older characters and several generations living together – it made the town feel more homey. Doga and Gaya could have provided Trent with a more natural approach, which he says he is trying to aim for, and I can imagine some development in all of their characters as they each push for their own ideas of finding that balance of holistic vs traditional medicine. Basically, I wish Trent's social network was a little bigger, or that more people talked about him so we could learn more about him.

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blue ain't your color | jj maybank

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summary: song fic based on blue ain’t your color by keith urban.

warnings: mentions of mentally and physically abusive relationships, underage drinking, mentions of drugs, angst, fluff, v soft jj

PSA: this is not in any way meant to idealize or romanticize abusive relationships. if you or someone you know is in an abusive relationship please get help. below are some resources and learning tools.

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I can see you over there

Starring at your drink

Watchin' that ice sink

All alone tonight

You look down at your drink, moving the straw in a circular motion causing the ice to swirl around creating a small tornado.

Glancing at the time on your phone, you realize you've been waiting here for almost two hours.

Your boyfriend was supposed to meet you at Topper’s party at 9. In the first thirty minutes, you weren't surprised. Liam, your kook boyfriend of 10 months, was late for almost everything, so this didn't come as a shock to you.

When the one hour mark hit you were honestly quite worried. What if he was in an accident? What if he got jumped? Maybe your thoughts were most likely irrational, but you couldn't help but worry about your boyfriend.

One hour later, you had gotten past the worrying stage. Now you were simply angry, no, furious at him. Had he stood you up? Did he forget about you? These thoughts were definitely more rational. It wouldn't be the first time Liam stood you up, but you would make sure it was the last.

At the beginning of your relationship, everything had been sunshine and butterflies. About two months in, however, he asked you to stop seeing your friends.

You see you were a born and raised pogue. Your dad was a close friend of Big John so you had practically grown up with John B, JJ, and Pope, in more recent years becoming close friends with Kiara.

At first, it was little things. Liam would get upset if you left to hang out with the pogues instead of him. Then one day, he asked you to stop seeing them all together. You, of course, retaliated, telling him that you would never leave your friends. But Liam had a way with words, and not a good way. He told you for months that your friends would never love you and that you were lucky that he had even taken pity on you. Slowly, you started to believe him. You stopped seeing the pogues, pushing everyone who truly loved you out of your life.

Liam became more and more distant as the months went on. He would leave you almost every night to drink and party, not even bothering to let you know where he was headed. The two of you had been fighting nonstop for several weeks. It had gotten physical only a few times and the next morning he would apologize profusely, so you stayed.

Seeing him walk in with two girls wrapped around his waist, nearly two and a half hours late, was the last straw for you.

Grabbing your purse, you walked up to Liam, who's eyes widened with the realization the moment he saw you.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he says, slightly slurring his words as his arms still holding the two skinny blondes at his sides, “It's not what it looks like.” You can see his red-rimmed eyes and dilated pupils, telling you that he was coked out.

You roll your eyes, knowing that this was it for you. “Really, Liam,” you snap back, “‘Cause it looks like we are done here.”

Liam’s eyes widen in shock, never having seen you lash out like this before. He shakes it off and his expression quickly contorts into one of disgust. “Okay,” he says with a shrug, “Good luck finding someone else to take pity on a whore like you, dirty pogue.” He walks away with the two girls, leaving you in shock.

It takes a moment for you to realize that you had just ended this almost one-year relationship.

The first emotion you feel is one of freedom and relief. No more would you have to be held down by this weight of not being able to do and say what you want.

That feeling slowly dissipates as the feeling of dread starts to overcome it. You had pushed away all of your friends for this boy who had let you go like you were nothing to him. Maybe you were nothing.

You walk back to the bar area, grabbing another drink, feeling the need to drown away your sorrows.

And chances are

You're sittin' here in this bar

'Cause he ain't gonna treat you right

JJ Maybank hated kook parties with a passion.

Thankfully he hadn't had the opportunity to attend too many of them in his lifetime. But now that John B was macking on Sarah Cameron, it wasn't uncommon for the blonde boy to get dragged along to one of these events.

John B had left JJ to fend for himself as soon as they had arrived at the party, slipping off somewhere to find Sarah. JJ looked around the extravagant home that belonged to one of his enemies, Topper Thornton. His ring clad fingers fiddled with an expensive-looking vase, trying to find the perfect moment to snag it and slip away.

JJ’s eyes filtered through the crowd when they landed on something, or rather someone, that he had least expected to see.

His hand slipped from the vase, letting his gaze drink you in. You definitely looked different. Your once long hair was now cut just below your shoulders and your typical style of denim shorts and a cropped shirt was exchanged for a lavish-looking dress and sparkly stilettos.

JJ admits that he probably wouldn't have recognized you if he hadn't spent so many years unable to take his eyes off of you whenever the pogues were together.

The boy had loved his life long best friend since the day she clocked a boy in the face for making fun of JJ’s worn-out clothes. They were seven. In addition to being the day JJ had met (Y/N) and John B, it was also the day he fell in love with the (Y/E/C) eyed girl.

When you started dating your kook boyfriend at the beginning of your junior year, JJ was initially devastated. He soon brought himself to realize, however, that a lowlife like him would never be able to deserve someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as you. His thoughts were confirmed when you abruptly stopped hanging around the pogues and him. You were too good for him. The blonde boy had no idea of the pain that Liam had caused you in the past ten months.

Now looking at you, JJ could see that you were upset. He had gotten really good at analyzing your body language over the many years of being your best friend.

All thoughts of stealing the vase flew out of his mind as his feet started in your direction.

Well, it's probably not my place

But I'm gonna say it anyway

'Cause you look like

You haven't felt the fire

Had a little fun

Hadn't had a smile in a little while

You felt a figure move to sit in the bar stool chair next to you, but you choose to ignore whoever it is, not particularly feeling up to socializing with a contemptuous kook after what you just went through.

The figure didn't move after a few minutes so you turn to look at them with a glare in your eyes, ready to snap at them and ask them to leave you alone. Your gaze immediately softens as you realize the person next to you is in fact the last person you would ever expect to see at a party like this, JJ Maybank.

Tears begin to prick at your eyes as you continue to stare at the side profile of the blonde boy who hasn't yet turned to face you.

Everything you had done so well to hide over the last ten years of knowing and loving him comes rushing back. Your love for the boy next to you consumes every fiber of your being.

A lone tear falls down your cheek as you begin to curse yourself and Liam. How did I let him control me into giving this up? This feeling?

Blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall

But darling, it don't match your eyes

JJ finally turns his head to look at you and feels his entire resolve crumble. You were crying. The sight nearly breaks his heart in two.

His eyes lock with yours and he can see the pain and heartache swirling within them.

“What did he do to you,” JJ mutters, letting his eyes roam the crowd for the boy he despises most in the world. Almost a year of suppressed anger starts to bubble up to the surface.

“JJ,” you whimper.

The sadness and hopelessness in your voice makes every ounce of anger in him evaporate as he turns his head to look at you again. The look in your eyes tells him that the kook boy had hurt you worse than he ever knew.

JJ wants nothing more than to pull you into his arms and never let anything else in the world harm you. His hands itch to wipe the tears off your face and pull your head to his chest.

However, JJ also wants you to be as comfortable as possible and he's not sure if you're ready for the amount of love he has to give you just yet.

You surprise the blonde boy by reaching out to your arms out to him. The blonde wastes no time in standing up and pulling your body flush to his chest.

Everyone else in the world disappears as the two of you clutch each other with all you have. Both of you realize how much you had missed the comfort of each other's embrace.

You're not sure how long you stand there like that, face nuzzled into JJ’s shoulder as the boy strokes your hair comfortingly.

“I'm sorry,” you mumble into his shirt, not willing to pull away from the warmth he radiates.

JJ’s eyebrows draw together in confusion as he pulls away enough to look down at you. “What do you mean,” he asks with a softness in his voice that is reserved for you only, gently lifting your chin so that you are looking into his beautiful cerulean eyes.

You sniffle. “I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for breaking down in front of you. I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. But most of all, I'm sorry for ever believing that I could live without you. I-I mean if it weren't for you I don't know what I would do. I understand if you don't want to talk to-” your ramble is suddenly cut off by JJ pressing his lips to yours.

The boy knows that this is probably not the best time to confess his feelings towards you, but he can't watch you talk down about yourself like that anymore. Do you not know how much he adores you?

The kiss is soft and passionate. JJ can taste your salty tears on his slightly chapped lips as they work against yours. Both of you poor every ounce of emotion you have into the kiss.

JJ reluctantly pulls away when the two of you run out of air, placing his forehead delicately on yours as your arms wrap around his neck.

I'm tellin' you

You don't need that guy

It's so black and white

He's stealin' your thunder

Baby, blue ain't your color

Both of you pant as you look into each other's eyes. “I've wanted to do that for so long,” JJ says, as the smile you cherish so much graces his features.

“Really?” you ask and JJ can hear the vulnerability in your voice. What did that shithead do to you to make you so insecure?

“You have no idea, baby,” he says, tenderly kissing away the tear that has slipped out of your eye and onto your cheek.

Not having the words to express how you feel about the boy in front of you, you pull his head back down, kissing him so sweetly that it makes his knees buckle.

“JJ,” you whisper as you pull away, but you never get to finish your statement because you are suddenly ripped out of his embrace.

“You fucking whore,” Liam seethes at you taking a stride towards you and you instinctively take a step back. “You break up with me and two minutes later you've moved onto another guy. Slut.” His words cut you deep and you know by the tone of his voice that a punch to the gut or a slap to the face is coming. Liam raises his hand and you brace yourself for impact, but it never comes.

The sound of yelling fills your senses and you open your eyes to see JJ punching Liam in the face repeatedly. You are frozen as you watch the scene in front of you.

“JJ,” you hear John B yell, turning to look at him, “You're gonna kill him.”

Your eyes widen in realization at his words and you take a step forward.

“JJ,” you call, but your voice is drowned out by the sound of everyone yelling around you. You clear your throat and try again, louder. “JJ.”

This time JJ stops mid punch, turning to look at you. Fear fills your body when you see that his wide, normally baby blue eyes are nearly black.

His gaze softens as he takes in your anxious look.

JJ steps away from the beat-up boy and you see a few of his friends pull Liam’s limp body away. You lock your eyes back to JJ’s and he takes a careful step towards you causing you to involuntarily flinch back slightly.

I'm not tryna

Be another just

Pick you up

Kinda guy

Tryna drink you up

Tryna take you home

He wants to cry out at the sight. Don't you know that he would rather die than ever hurt you?

You do know this, and you're not afraid of the boy in the slightest, but the last five minutes have put you on edge.

Seeing the broken look in the blonde’s eyes, you take quick steps toward his body, wrapping him in your embrace. He melts into your arms, allowing his face to nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

The crowd that had formed around the fight disperses, realizing the show is over.

“(Y/N).” The sound of your name being called pulls your attention away from the sweet boy in your arms.

You pull away from JJ slightly, still keeping an arm around his bicep.

Looking over, you see John B standing to the side with Sarah Cameron. You had heard about the two of them getting together and you suddenly realize why JJ happened to be at this party.

The sadness in John B’s eyes as he looks at you breaks your heart. The two of you have been like sister and brother your whole lives and, besides JJ, he was the hardest for you to stop talking to.

You feel JJ’s grip on you loosen, urging you to go to John. The two of you walk towards each other and John B pulls you into his arms.

“I missed you, (Y/N/N),” he says unto your hair, “So much.”

You smile, tears softly rolling down your cheeks. “I missed you too, JB,” you say, pulling away to look at JJ who looks back with a sad smile on his face.

But I just don't understand

How another man

Can take your sun

And turn it ice cold

The four of you decided it was best to leave. John B dropped Sarah off at her house and drove the three of you back to the Chateau. Your stomach drops at the sight of the small shack.

JJ notices your facial expression, placing his hand softly on top of yours. “You okay?” he asks gently as John B parks the van.

You nod with a small smile and JJ helps you out of the van, holding your hand as he leads you to the porch. You stop walking, causing the two boys to turn around and look at you.

“I'm sorry,” you say, tears pooling in your eyes again. JJ gives you a knowing look. “(Y/N),” he says, almost sternly.

“No,” you say, wiping your eyes, “Let me talk.” JJ nods and John B looks at you expectantly. “I left you. Both of you. I- Liam, he just made me feel so useless and I didn't want to be a bother to you guys anymore.”

JJ lets out a sound, almost like a growl, and pulls you into a hug. “You are not useless, (Y/N),” he says seriously, “You are so important, to both of us, and we missed you so much.”

You nod into his chest as John B comes to wrap his arms around both of you.

The three of you group hug and you sigh contently, happy to be back with your boys.

Well, I've had enough to drink

And it's makin'

Me think that I just might

Tell you if I were a painter I wouldn't change ya

I'd just paint you bright

John B helps JJ set up the pull out while you change into a pair of John B’s sweats and JJ’s t-shirt. John B says goodnight and goes to “hit the hay” as he puts it, leaving you and JJ alone again.

“I'll sleep on the other couch and you can take the bed,” he says sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

The two of you settle into your “beds”, but you can't seem to fall asleep with so many thoughts running through your mind.

Everything that has happened since you left the pogues seems like one big sad blur. Your mind wanders to JJ. What does this mean for you two?

“(Y/N),” the voice you love so much calls. You hum in response. “You ‘wake?” he asks. You sit up in the pullout shaking your head.

“Can't sleep,” you say, rubbing your eyes.

JJ sits up as well. “M’sorry, baby,” the nickname makes your heart flutter.

You open your arms for the boy who looks at you warily. “Are you sure, (Y/N),” he asks. You nod quickly and he stands up, falling into the pullout and wrapping you into his arms. He tucks your head under his chin, pulling you closer.

“JJ,” you ask.

It's his turn to hum in response. “This may be weird for you, but I feel like I just have to say it,” you tell him. JJ pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. He's worried about what you are going to say but tries to hide it for your sake. “I love you, J.”

JJ smiles, leaning down to nuzzle his nose with yours in an Eskimo kiss. “I love you too,” he says sincerely, but you're afraid he doesn't understand what you mean.

“No, J,” you say, looking away from his eyes, “I love you. Like, I'm in love with you.”

The blonde boy only smiles bigger. He leans down pressing a passionate kiss to your lips, pulling away when you run out of air. JJ trails sweet kisses down your jaw and neck before placing one last kiss on your lips.

“I'm in love with you too (Y/N),” he says kissing your forehead. JJ wonders how he went so long without being able to kiss you and hold you. Even after only confessing a few hours ago, it feels so natural to have you in his arms. The thought of not having you makes his heart ache.

“I have to ask you something, but you can say no and it won't change anything and I understand that this is hard because of everything that just happened,” JJ rambles. You kiss his jaw softly, urging him to continue. “Will you be mine. Ya know. Like my girlfriend, or whatever.”

You smile wide. “Of course I'll be yours, J.”

JJ copies your smile leaning down to press another kiss to your lips.

He pulls away, snuggling into you, and the both of you bask in the feeling of being in each other's arms. Your hand reaches up to play with JJ’s hair as your eyes start to droop.

“Love ya, pretty girl.”

“Love you too, J.”

'Cause blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall

But darling, it don't match your eyes

You are sitting down on a beach towel, watching the sun slowly fall into the ocean, lighting the sky with a beautiful rainbow of colors. Your feet are outstretched in front of you and your hands prop you up behind your back. The Outer Banks heat is making your skin warm, but you don't mind, letting the steadily depleting sun hit your skin.

You watch as JJ catches another wave, surfing it perfectly. You giggle as he raises his hand in a fist, clapping for him.

It's been two weeks since you finally ended things with Liam. You were able to mend things with the rest of the pogues and Kiara and Pope welcomed you back with open arms. Things with JJ have been going amazing. The two of you agreed to take things slowly seeing as you were just getting out of a toxic relationship. It was different to finally be in a place with JJ where you weren't afraid to show him and tell him how you feel, but you loved it.

JJ runs towards you, gripping his board in one hand as the other pushes back his blonde locks.

When he gets to your towel, JJ throws down his board and plops down next to you, pulling you into a sweet hug.

You giggle. “You're all wet, J,” you say, not making any move to get out of his warm embrace. The boy peppers your face with soft kisses causing you to giggle even more.

A few minutes later you are seated in between JJ’s legs and he has his strong arms wrapped around your waist, his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

“I love you, J,” you say, still watching the sunset.

“I love you too, pretty girl,” JJ says kissing your neck. He begins humming the tune to a song you recognize.

“Blue ain't your color, umm mm,” he sings, “No, no baby, come here baby, let me light up your world.”

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Armin was discharged from the hospital only a day after the accident. The doctor said there was nothing extraordinary to worry about. But of course, even with this information, Eren still made a fuss. That much was clear when he walked through the door with Armin's arm slung over his shoulder.

"I didn't break my leg, Eren. I don't need to use you as a crutch," Armin grumbled as the two walked into the kitchen from the garage. He reached back to shut the door with his free hand.

Eren rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for supporting you in these trying times."

"I don't need your support," they scoffed. He unwrapped his arm and made his way across the room.

Eren gave him the finger, rather aggressively. The gesture wasn't reciprocated since the blond already disappeared into the hallway.

Sucking on a freeze pop, you leaned back against the cool countertop. "Welcome home, lovely. Have fun?"

Eren sighed loudly as he walked toward the freezer and got a popsicle for himself. He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the top of the wrapper off into the trash.

He said sarcastically, "Oh, absolutely I did." He paused and shook his head disapprovingly. "He's a lot bitchier when it's us two. How's it been here?"

You shrugged. "So, so. Pretty quiet."

He nodded and pushed up the pineapple-flavored ice. "Thought so. Jean's gone today, obviously. Is Mikasa here?"

You huffed softly at the mention of her. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. She's been upstairs all day."

He frowned. "Oh, I see. Armin told me about the kiss, by the way. At first, I was gonna make fun of you for passing out but now that just seems cruel."

"You think?" You laughed lightly and rested both arms on the counter.

The sound that followed from him was more of an exhale than a laugh. "Listen, Y/n, even if she's avoiding you right now, I know she'll come around. Just wait and see."

"You're right," you mumbled, sticking the freeze pop in your mouth again. Armin basically said the same thing. Eren sent you a quick smile and patted your shoulder before leaving through the hallway.

You swallowed the remaining ice and threw away the wrapper. Noticing the bin was full, you took the trash to the bigger bin outside. Maybe doing some chores would distract you from Mikasa for a while.

Plus, today was the only day that allowed you to do so. Practices for the band's upcoming performance were every day until the date of it. You'd be rehearsing 24/7 since it was scheduled on such short notice.

It was going to be at a middle school some of your friends went to. The DJ they booked before flaked and your manager was kind enough to offer your talents.

Jean was meeting with Hannes and the school administrators to work out some extra kinks before the practices began.

The only day there wasn't a rehearsal was on Eren's birthday. You all decided it'd be best to take the day off to celebrate and set up for the party that would be happening later in the night.

The day passed easily as you got caught up on chores that weren't done over the past few days. The house was messier than you liked it although it hadn't been long at all since the previous clean-through. However, it had been a hectic week.

Speaking of hectic, when Zeke was there, he sure made himself at home. That much was clear when you made it to the living room portion of the basement.

Eren probably couldn't find time to clean up yet. Either that or he was just lazy because at that moment he was more focused on a pinball machine than the state of his living space.

His brother's suitcases were lying open by the couch. To be honest, you didn't love the idea of a criminal's possessions lying around your home. So, you decided that throwing them in a storage closet was the best option.

When you finished tidying up, you started a game on the pinball machine next to Eren's.

His birthday was in three days. The house looked a lot better than it did when you started, which was perfect for throwing a party. You could only hope it would stay that way.

After a few hours of playing games with him, Jean came down the stairs to let you know he was back from the school. He left when he saw neither of you were interested in what he had to say.

Once it got dark outside, you left Eren to his own devices and went to your own room to chill out some more.

Unfortunately, when you flopped down on your bed, Mikasa started to consume your thoughts again. In an effort to fight them, you turned on a show to distract yourself.

For the slow hours you spent staring at the screen, you couldn't focus, not once. No matter how hard you trained your eyes on the screen, you still thought about her.

Sighing, you got out of bed and walked to your bedroom door. You were careful of the creaking hinges, it was around midnight. Everyone would either be asleep or close to sleeping.

Except for Armin. You had no idea what he did at night but you knew better than to ask. However, he was probably pretty tired from the time spent at the hospital. So, there was a solid chance he actually was asleep.

You crept outside, checking that the front door didn't make too much noise. Your car was parked in the driveway since there was never room in the garage. The gravel underneath your feet made noise as you walked toward it. You pushed yourself onto the hood and leaned back against the windshield.

Drawing in a long breath, you stared up at the sky. You needed to calm down and clear your mind. This would help, as it usually did.

Even if it was a little chilly, it was warm for a night in March, especially this late.

The stress that bubbled inside you simmered down the longer you watched the thin clouds dim the stars.

Any negative thoughts you had about the situation with Mikasa or the previous days seemed to disappear the longer your focus was on the sky.

Gravel crunched and you snapped your gaze toward the noise. Sitting up, you were surprised by what you saw.

Mikasa froze when she realized she'd been caught. She held a white blanket in her arms and still had one foot on the porch steps.

"Hi," she greeted quietly.

"Hey." Your breaths were a tad ragged from the initial scare.

She came closer to the car. "What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing." You took the blanket from her arms and she pushed herself up to sit beside you.

"The door to your room was open when I came downstairs for a drink. I thought you'd be out here."

"Oh." She knew you better than you thought.

She spread the blanket over both of your laps and leaned down on the hood of the car.

She looked at the sky but your eyes were still on her. "Why did you come out here?"

After a moment of silence, her gaze finally shifted to you. "I wanted to apologize. Ignoring you was immature. Plus, I remember how you used to come out here when you were upset. Above all else, I wanted to make sure you were alright." A blush coated her cheeks when she finished talking.

You took note of that and couldn't help but blush yourself. "I'm okay. I understand why you'd ignore me, though. If you didn't want it, that was probably your only option since we have to see each other so much."

Her brows furrowed and she sat up again. "What? Y/n, did you think I didn't want to kiss you?"

You blinked stupidly. "Well, yeah."

She laughed. "You can be so ridiculous sometimes. I've always wanted to kiss you like that. I'm just not great at expressing it."

Even more heat rushed to your face. You gawked at her and she looked down at her feet. Many things were running wild in your head. For some reason, though, there was one thing that was so prominent in your mind once you remembered it.

Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one came out rather bluntly. "What did you mean in your letter? What should I know?"

Her eyes widened, she didn't expect you to ask about that yet, and quite frankly, neither did you. Nonetheless, she answered anyway. "If only you knew. That's what I wrote. That's easy to answer now. If only you knew how long I've loved you."

She turned her face and made direct eye contact with you. She seemed to know the next question on your mind. "You never knew it but I've been in love with you since high school."

That can't be right. This is a dream. You're dreaming, Y/n. What the actual fuck?

"Are you sure? Then why did you ask Jean out when we were seniors? Why did you break it off with me mere weeks before?" Your mind was racing and it translated into sentences quickly spilling from your lips.

She still looked straight at you. Her facade of confidence was making you nervous. "I'm sure. Back then, I was so afraid of what I felt for you. Pretending the feelings weren't real and projecting them onto Jean seemed like my easiest option. For years I convinced myself I loved him. But it was never him. It was always you. I felt so awful when I realized what I was doing."

And just like that, the facade fell. Her words were no longer held confidence. She was afraid of how you'd react. She had little idea that you were ready to be just as vulnerable as her.

"When did you realize?"

Looking up at the dark sky, she pushed a stray tuft of hair away from her face. She continued, sighing softly before she spoke, "When I saw him that night with Marco, I was relieved that I didn't have to be with him anymore. When I tried to figure out why that was, I could only think about you. Every feeling that scared me before came back. I got so scared that I left. But, even then, they never went away."

You were having some trouble believing that this was actually happening. Mikasa loved you back this entire time. If she hadn't kissed you before, you would've thought this was only possible in your dreams.

However, things were actually starting to make sense. That whole time it was your fault. Every night of those two years you spent wondering about what you could have done to make her stay. It turns out you did enough. You were the reason she left.

But maybe you were the reason she came back as well. You could recall something Jean had told you a day before she came home.

"Why did you come back? You needed to do something?"

She looked back at you again. "I've just done it," she said.

Before you could process her words, she was leaning closer to you. Her lips were so close to brushing yours but she paused before they could fully touch. "Can I?" she whispered.

"You don't even have to ask."

When she kissed you, you felt everything. Her feelings, your feelings. The world was minuscule compared to you two. Anything else meant nothing at that moment.

It was the first time in a long time that you felt fully complete. You were a puzzle and she was the missing piece. It was like before, only this time, you knew for sure what you wanted.

Pulling away, you managed an, "I love you too, Mikasa."

There were no other words that would feel so good to finally say out loud.

Everything was clear. You understood.

Now more than ever, you wanted to be with her.

posted: 9/26/21

no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

#aot fanfiction #band au #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x you #modern au #snk fanfiction #attack on titan

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cherryblossomstars · 4 years

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III. Midnight (W. Ushijima)

Taken from my AO3 series of one-shots & reposted here

Pairing: Ushijima x F!Reader

Word count: 2,051

Genre: fluff/slight crack bc seijoh

Summary: Aoba Johsai's volleyball team has never been able to defeat the Great Ushiwaka of Shiratorizawa. Their manager, however? She can bring him to his knees in mere seconds.

Or, Ushijima Wakatoshi is helplessly in love with Seijoh's Ace's twin sister, and the Aoba Johsai VBC is not appreciative of it.

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"Go fish." Oikawa says with a straight face.

Matsukawa huffs and picks up a white card from the middle of the table, "just when I had Uno."

"Suck it up." Hanamaki smirks, "Eevee uses quick draw. Draw a card, Iwaizumi."

"No, because you activated my trap card." Hajime flips over a card that was on the table.

"That doesn't count!" Oikawa yells.

"Yes it does." Matsukawa defends.

"No, it doesn't." Hanamaki cuts in, trying to avoid losing.

"What does the card czar say?" Oikawa turns to look at you.

You hold cards from Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh, Uno, Cards Against Humanity and a regular deck of playing cards. You're not sure what you're playing right now, but the upcoming third years seem to have played this before, seeing as they don't have a lick of confusion written on their faces. Next to the large deck in the middle of the table sits a cup of dice. "Er... Makki and Hajime roll a, um, D6 for initiative. Highest number goes first, so, um, their card will be the affective one."

The group around you nods. Makki rolls a 3, then Hajime follows up with a 6. Makki groans in defeat.

You nearly sigh in relief, you weren't sure if what you said was even close to what you were supposed to do.

The summer break of your second year in highschool, all the second years had decided to go together on a volleyball summer camp in Tokyo. Naturally, they convinced you to tag along as well. The camp was split between age groups, middle school and highschool were grouped together and being taught by adults, while elementary was being taught by adults as well as teenagers. The camp had no need of volleyball managers, so you had submitted an application to be part of the staff supervising and teaching the elementary kids.

Because of your decision to be part of staff, you were required to go to the camp at least a week early to get the basics of both teaching and safety for the camp. There, you found out that because the amount of people coming to this summer's volleyball camp was much more than they normally had, middle school and highschool would be separated this year and they needed extra hands for the middle school division. You had volunteered, meaning you would be supervising both middle school and elementary.

Later, you found out they were getting an extra influx of campers because they had decided to make the camp co-ed. You grumbled about it when you found out the camp was co-ed. You must not have seen the option when you signed up online, likely because Oikawa had been pestering you to bump a ball around with him while you applied. Stupid Oikawa.

It was only the third day of camp (and your tenth day of being there), but you were already so very tired and excited to leave. The camp itself would last three full weeks. Afterwards, you would be forced to stay behind an extra few hours to help clean the school that had allowed the camp to use their campus. Luckily, you managed to rope your fellow second years into staying behind with you to help clean up as well. Matsukawa owed you one for spraining your wrist the month before (even though it was an accident, you still successfully guilt tripped him), Matsukawa had asked Hanamaki to stay behind as well, Hajime had given you a shrug and simply stated "wherever you go, I go", and Oikawa had given into peer pressure.

You rarely got breaks during the day and practically only saw your classmates at night after the elementary and middle school's curfew. Highschool did not have an assigned curfew, which is why you were sat on the floor in front of a coffee table in the common room of some other school's dormitory with your classmates playing an abomination of a card game while three of your underclassmen (which surprisingly included Kyotani) sat on the couches around you.

It was already surprising to see Oikawa up late since he was so strict with himself when it came to his schedule (with the exception of studying other teams' past games before tournaments), but what was really shocking to you was seeing your boyfriend and his best friend come down the stairs at 12am.

It seems your classmates already knew he was here, judging by the lack of shock from everyone around you. The saltiness that immediately began to radiate from your friends and fill the atmosphere, however, was practically tangible.

"Wakatoshi! What are you doing here?" You jumped from your position on the floor to walk alongside him and Tendou, heading for the kitchen.

"Tendou wanted a snack." He shrugs.

"A little birdie told me that the kitchens stock midnight snacks after the middle and lower school's curfew!" Tendou practically bounced into the kitchen, opening up all of the cabinets and digging through the pantry to find a snack suitable to his taste.

Your boyfriend and you stood next to the kitchen island, waiting for him. "No, Toshi, I meant here. At camp. I didn't know you were coming."

"I tried to call you to tell you, but you never answered so I left a text."

"You did?" You tilted your head.

"He did!" Tendou chirped, his head poking around in the fridge, "he was even complaining about how you weren't answering. He got all worried cause his precious little girlfriend wasn't answering her phone~"

"When?" You asked.

He is quiet in thought for a moment. "Last week."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I must have forgotten to tell you I was coming here. The club kinda convinced me to come with them last minute, right before the application deadline." You explained.

"It's pretty cool you're here with us, though." Tendou began to empty out the freezer, looking for something. "Oh! You know what, Iwa-chan?"

You hum, "what?"

"I don't think you've met little Kenjiro yet, right?" Tendou asks, tossing a bag of frozen vegetables onto the countertop.

"Kenjiro...?" You think for a moment.

Ushijima slips an arm around your waist. "His last name is Shirabu."

"Hmm... Nope. Never met him." You confirm.

"He's our brand new up and coming setter. He'll be a second year when the school year starts, but he's already pretty good, right Wakatoshi?"

The man next to you nods, "he's very competent. He's here at the camp, too."

Tendou grumbles, "there's no ice cream sandwiches." He turns to you, "Iwa-chan! How come the guys upstairs had ice cream sandwiches? I can't find them anywhere!"

You let out a light laugh, "that's what you were looking for, Satori?" You remove yourself from your boyfriend's side and begin to head towards a freezer with a lock on it.

Tendou nods eagerly, "yep. Why's that got a lock on it?"

You fish out your lanyard from your pajama's pocket and attempt to find the right key out of all the keys you were given. "Because there are certain snacks only meant for the staff. The camp wants you guys eating as healthy as possible while you're here, even when it comes to snacks. It's why there's pretty much only protein bars in the pantry and fruits in the fridge."

"You have a key?" Ushijima asks from behind you.

You finally find the right key and pop open the fridge, "chocolate?" You ask. When you hear Tendou confirm it, you toss an ice cream sandwich his way. "Want a popsicle, Toshi?" You close and lock the freezer when he shakes his head no. "Yeah, I've got a key. I'm part of the staff. I gave my Seijoh boys some ice cream and popsicles earlier too. Oh, but make sure no one knows I gave you guys these."

"Oh, you're part of staff, huh." Tendou nods in understanding.

"That must be why I haven't seen you around the campus." Ushijima adds.

"Yup. I'm part of the middle school and elementary staff, so I don't see highschool a lot except for after curfew. And since I'm so busy with them, I pretty much never check my phone. Sorry about that, honey." You take your spot next to Ushijima's side once again and get onto your tippy toes press a kiss to his cheek.

Tendou almost visibly cringes, "I'm gonna go upstairs before I get any more uncomfortable. See you in our room, Wakatoshi-kun!" And with that, he leaves the kitchen happily munching on his ice cream, leaving you and your boyfriend alone.

Almost immediately, Ushijima's arms snake around your waist and he rests his forehead against yours. "You worried me."

"I'm sorry." You press another kiss onto his cheek and wrap your arms loosely around his neck.

He hums, "what are you doing after camp ends? My family wants to see you again."

"Sorry, my love. After camp I'm going to Sapporo with Oikawa."

He freezes, "just Oikawa?"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have phrased it like that." You bite back the urge to laugh at his reaction, "I'm going to Sapporo with my family and Oikawa's family. We go every Summer, it's tradition. My uncle and my aunt live up in Sapporo, so we usually stay until the last week of vacation. Nowadays, though, the adults and Takeru usually leave early for work, so me, Hajime, and Oikawa get left alone, anyway."

"I see. That sounds fun."

"Yeah. It is. I look forward to it every year. I'm sorry I won't get to visit your family, though."

"They will understand. It's nothing to worry about."

"Can I postpone the visit until the last week of summer? We can all go to the festival together." You hop onto sit on the island's countertop and pull Ushijima to stand between your legs.

He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his hair lightly scratching you. "Yes, that sounds like fun. My cousins missed you."

"Pfft. Which ones? You have so, so, so many." And he did. His extended family may as well have extended to the entire country of Japan. When you had gone to visit his family during the holidays, there were so many people at his house it was hard to move around. And even then, he had told you that that was only a few of his relatives.

"Hayato missed you very much." He huffed.

Despite trying not to laugh out loud, your body betrayed you when you began to shake from your attempts at stopping yourself. Hayato, who was four when you last saw him, had claimed that he would steal you away from Ushijima and be the one to marry you. Immediately following that, another one of Ushijima's younger cousins had said she had already claimed you to be her playmate for life, so you would be unable to marry either little Hayato or Ushijima. "Your family is certainly a fun one."

"I'm glad you get along with them, but I won't be able to have you to myself at any point during the Summer."

"My first day back. I'll be all yours. I promise."

"You promise?"

"All yours, my darling love." You lean your head against his.

This feeling, being wrapped in the arms of the love of your life in the middle of the night, was pure bliss. The only accompanying noises were the muffled shouts of your best friends from the other room, and the thrumming of the kitchen appliances around you. And still, despite the incredibly unromantic environment, you couldn't help but feel yourself fall for the man in your arms even more. Yes, perhaps you were too young to be in love. Sure, highschool relationships won't always last. But this feeling was one you wanted to savor, and you were not planning on letting him go any time soon.

This is not a fairytale life. Ushijima certainly had the grace and looks of a Prince Charming, but, unlike in the storybooks, whether or not the clock strikes twelve would not matter. You would not run away and you would not be leaving a shoe at the steps. Instead, you would continue to rest in the arms of the man you love. And sure, there would be no huge, elaborate castle or jewels tossed your way, but this was more than enough.

Fin.

#Ushijima x Reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #shiratorizawa x reader #aoba johsai x reader

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erin-epica · 4 years

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Woop-de-doo, it's Lord Scarlet stuff part 2

This was a post I planned on making WAY sooner, but I accidentally lost the original draft so I didn't even bother to try doing it gain until recently. And just now something happened that changed everything; and I mean what both DID and DIDN'T automatically give me the right to post this. I almost deleted my first post at that, and here's why:

In the first post, I mentioned that when I initially found out Vic was lying to me, I was quiet about it and just stopped talking to her out of fear, and then when I asked for help on what to do I was told to leave without a word. I don't think that was entirely the right thing to do in the long run, because it may have been the easiest way out but I'm better off with proper closure.

And the thoughts she left me scarred with never left my head. Time and time again, I'd find myself crying myself to sleep again at the thought of Brock forced to hide romantic feelings for Master Frown and not know who he was anymore while Frown was left unaware and in love with someone else, even if it wasn't Lord Scarlet.

And the pain sometimes came with a want to confront Vic one last time and open up to her about how I wasn't blind anymore, and how much she really hurt me. But I, again, wass scared she wouldn't care and would cut me off.

So when the pain got worse, I did what any coward would do: tell everyone else about my pain.

Now I DID tell friends of mine other than the Unikitty Amino staff about what happened, and they were all sympathetic and understanding about it. But then I told almost everyone, and then made my vent post on here (as well as Wattpad). As much as I wouldn't want to call them call out posts, they might as well have been. I didn't want people to harass Vic and make her mad...but at the same time I kinda did. I was too scared to face her that I was hoping that someone would do it for me. I even tagged accounts of Vic's. Not cool of me at all.

Now the Tumblr and Wattpad posts got me pretty much more of the same: sympathy, and acceptance that I had moved on. No one came after Vic but we could still agree that none of her actions were justified (I even got @careeningle's attention...sorry about the aneurysm)

Now comes the next important thing that happened, because I mentioned @friffinx kinda being responsible for me getting back to the Lord Scarlet Amino to write the message that I did. In it, I said that after I sent the message I did I would leave the Amino again & for good.

Well...I lied. I still checked in every day for the same reason I started venting: I kinda wanted Vic to see my message. Even if she'd ban me, I wanted to see if she'd ever notice my message. And that would've been the end of it if it wasn't for Brook.

I briefly mentioned Brook in the last post. She was another OC of Vic's, and was exactly to Brock what Lord Scarlet was to Master Frown; a carbon copy love interest. Except Lord Scarlet was far more developed and drawn & written about more. Brook didn't even really have a distinct personality, she was a girl Brock and that was it. But with reptilian overlord eyes. (To be fair, Vic drew Brock like that sometimes too)

(I didn't include Vic's art unless it was in chat bgs or whatever in the last post, but for the sake of referencing/proving a point, this is what Brook looks like)

No one really paid attention to her for the longest time. She was there in the fanfics because according to Vic, "Scarlet needed a friend." And like I said in the first post, Brook wasn't said to be canon so I never found a reason to really care for her. Plus I can only recall someone giving Vic fanart with her, and it was with Scarlet (@plastic-papercuts made it, go follow her she's gr8).

But then one day, for some reason, something in me clicked. I actually thought of a story idea for her. Somehow this bland cutout of a character had potential in my eyes, and I weirdly started liking her because of it. She suddenly felt...more real. I got pretty invested in my idea and newfound interpretation of Brook, and describing it would make this post way longer than it is so if anyone asks about it, I'll probably make a whole other post about it.

Anyway, I came up with a little plan: draw out this idea in the form of a comic and post it to the Lord Scarlet Amino. And see if Vic gets suspicious and checks out my profile and then maybe bans me. It felt a bit better than total silence and she'd probably see that someone gave a crap about Brook after all.

So I started a new chat called "It's Brook" to share my progress with the other members of the Amino, which there weren't too many of but we had fun in it. It was basically me, @friffinx , @soapycocacola, @plastic-papercuts, and a few others who aren't on Tumblr (or at least don't think are) chatting about how awful Vic was and calling out her lazy art tactics like tracing and using assets/clips right from the show. And of course me sharing the comic progress I was making. Again, this doesn't make anything we did right but it felt good getting everything off our chests. We were like a secret rebellion against an absentee dictator. One time Vic came online as we were chatting and even viewed my profile, but nothing happened. And it stayed that way until I opened Amino up one morning. For those of you who don't have it, the menu shows all the communities you're in when you open the app, and all of mine were there except for the Lord Scarlet Amino. I assumed I must've been banned overnight. But I wasn't banned from Vic's other Amino so I commented on her wall on that one. For Vic's sake, I won't show how the conversation went (and I'll explain why at the end) but here's how it went:

Me: Did you ban me from the LS Amino?

Her: There was drama in one of the chat rooms and I'm not having it. I didn't want to do it and it's not a big deal It's just an amino and you're still on this one AM I RIGHT?

Me: Yes, but I assume you read my updated bio. As I hoped you would.

Her: Nope.

Me: Oh. But you know what? Ban me from here too for all I care, I feel like you deserve to know why I left and came back: *insert me finally telling her how I know she lied, that she hurt me, and what I did was wrong here*

Her: Lol ok be that person but keep in mind that I'm one of those people that doesn't gibe a fuck lol

And then she banned me from that Amino too before I could type and submit a fitting farewell reply.

At least I finally got all the built-up emotional pain out of me, but it did help me realize something important: we never really were friends. I wanted more of her content despite all her red flags as a person so I tried enduring them, thinking it'd be worth it, and she only kinda cared about me when I was being a yes man. She never kept any promises and didn't respect me the same way I did her. So I could at least feel confident knowing she most likely didn't care at all when I first left.

@friffinx and the others didn't get banned, though, and Friff even started another chat on the LS Amino called "It's Brook 2" where they talked more about Vic being a terrible person. And it didn't take long for her to shut that chat down too and ban everyone from it that time. Friff sent me screenshots of what happened next (which again, I'm not gonna show), where Vic basically had a meltdown. She changed her username to "Little Miss Guillotine", and made a post about her being "finished with the bushit". In it, she announced that she didn't even like Unikitty! anymore but was still gonna keep/use Lord Scarlet because she wanted to. The part that made my blood almost boil wasn't her views on the show, she's free to have her opinion and I couldn't care less about it. What DID was that she acknowledged that she lied the whole time because "she didn't care anymore" and said that it was "our faults for believing it in the first place" and that "we needed to grow up"/"stop brining it up"

Ooooh boy, victim blaming, my favortie...

Since then she changed the Lord Scarlet Amino's theme to make it about The Penguins of Madagacar (again, fine with me). Either way she was still a narcissist and I thought she'd, sadly, likely never change. And my friends and I all thought that was the end of it.

Until a few hours ago...

I was browsing the Unikitty Amino and saw a new member named BlueCat. Didn't think anything else of it until the user PMed me. And this is what happened:

I didn't know what to think other than "I thought this day would never come", I was that shaken. This was so left field-ish that what else could I do but believe her? It didn't even seem suspicious or like she was trying to be a suck up, that wasn't Vic at all.

But the one thing I knew I had to do was ban her because even if she meant well and did it for the right(?) reasons, but I still asked if I should in the staff chat. @girly-glorious (also amazing so pls check her out :D) told me that yes, it was ban evasion so since I'm a leader too now I could to it on my own. But I knew I had to message Vic first and Girly told me to be careful, so this is what I sent:

And then I banned her, the end (not really)

Now I don't understand how or why this sudden behavior change happened but I don't know if I should question it in case it's personal. But again, I at least want to believe that she's really being genuine and had a change of heart because never in a million years could I imagine her being this mature. Again, she didn't demand that I forgive me or probably even expect me to. But the message still does leave me feeling sorry for her.

Now I thought that was the real end of it until I see the Penguins of Madagascar/old Lord Scarlet Amino on my sideboard.

She unbanned me.

Now I don't know where we'll go from here, if anywhere. I'm not too sure if I can really let my guard down around someone who hurt me so badly just in case she does it again. So I may not talk to her again, but if she really asks something from me, I might try and build up courage to ask her more about how she came to apologizing to me. Plus she followed me on Wattpad too.

But this is why I didn't show our conversation right before my ban or her "f.u." posts. Because I don't want people seeing more of Vic's past behavior and possibly embarrassing her about it if she ever sees this. But that's kinda why I felt like it was 100% necessary to finally make a sequel post in the end; I'm hoping people at least acknowledge Vic has changed and don't keep thinking about based on what I shared out of attempts to gain sympathy like a crybaby.

So before I go: PLEASE, DON'T GO AFTER OR HARASS VIC. I KNOW YOU PROBABLY WON'T, BUT THIS IS SERIOUS. ALL THE PROBLEMATIC LORD SCARLET DRAMA IS STUFF OF THE PAST AND NEITHER OF US WANT TO KEEP LOOKING BACK ON IT.

I hope this helps whoever's reading as much as it did me.

#unikitty #unikitty!#master frown #brock #lord Scarlet #brook #vic #vicslayer #scream queen savage #Victoria #update #amino

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fumbling-fanfics · 5 years

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Imagine having a second child with Viktor Drago...

So I wrote this because @lady-olive-oil was insistant on killing people off, lol. Love you Liv!

I also kind of forgot I wrote this so there was more I wanted to write but I forgot those parts.

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You weren't meant to give birth so early. But here you were sitting in a nice relaxing bath, Lily on the bathroom floor drawing more pictures for Viktor while you soaked. If you were honest the contractions had started early in the morning, but they varied between 4hrs and 3 minutes apart. So you had ignored them. But now it was 2 in the afternoon you were pretty sure you were having contractions - the proper ones.

"Lily baby, can you pass mommy here phone please" her little head popped up beside the bath with a big smile. "Are you going to ring daddy? Can I talk to him?" she asked as she disappeared out of the bathroom.

Viktor should have been the one you were going to call but he wasn't.

"I'm going to call Aunt Jenny" you smile kissing her forehead in thanks letting her get back to her drawing. "I'll make Aunt Jenny a picture too" she states, paper rustling about. You pressed the call button next to Jenny's picture (a picture of her and lily at the beach) and waited for her to answer.

"Thank god you called. I'm so tired, I'm literally falling asleep at my desk… What's new?" she sang.

"Code Red" you whispered down the phone.

"Huh?" you can hear the frowns of confusion on Jenny's face. "Oh, Lily, I can go get her from preschool" you could here her moving around more on her end.

"No, Lily's here with me-"

"Hi Aunt Jenny!" Lily called from the floor, voice echoing off the bathroom tiles.

"Oh" Jenny was frowning again.

"The other code red, the new one. The second one" you watched Lily for a reaction but she was absorbed back into her drawing.

"Shit" Jenny shouted.

"Shit, shit, shit! SHIT! Are you sure? It's not those fake ones, those pickle hiccup contraction things" she panicked, you could hear things being knocked around and a draw open and then slam closed.

"You mean Braxton Hicks, and no"

"You're not due for like another 2 months, I'm looking at my calendar. It says on my calender" you could hear her voice go up an octave in panic. You were pretty sure she was also poking the calender too.

Jenny was down as your second birthing partner, after Viktor of course. But since Viktor was away for a fight that was still wasn't due for another 6 weeks, Jenny had happily (and in a drunken state) assured Viktor she'd be your number two should anything happen. But it would be fine because nothing would happen because you still had two months to go.

"I know, I know...Can you maybe come anyway, and maybe it'll be fine by the time you get here"

"Of course, I'm leaving now" she hung up quickly.

"Will Auntie Jenny bring me jellies" Lily asked, pencils poised in her hand.

"Maybe" you laugh, glad she oblivious to what's happening.

By the time Jenny arrived you were out of the bath and sitting in the living room on your yoga ball wondering if you should call Viktor or not.

He'd flown back to the states to fight again, and really concentrate on getting ready as this opponent was almost equal in size to Viktor. You knew if you called him he'd freak out and even fly back (or walk if he had to).

"(Y/n)!!!" Jenny practically screamed, slamming the door closed. You could hear her but not see her. Lily sprinted off to find her Aunt, and reappeared on Jenny's hip.

"Are they for real?" she asked looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I think so, they've just got worse"

"Auntie bought me jellies!" Lily waved the box and then wriggled out of Jenny's arms and ran off. At least she was occupied.

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“Is it okay to make a call?" you asked in the back of the ambulance. The female paramedic nodded as she carried on writing things down.

Jenny was following in her car with Lily and your hospital bags.

You pressed the call button and held the phone against your ear. There was a series of tial tones, including the international one.

"Hello" it was a quick, short answer.

"Ivan, it's y/n" slight relief washed over you hearing his voice.

"Hello. You want to speak to Viktor?"

"No, no, no, no, no" there were too many no's for Ivan's liking - he felt worried but the fact you weren't crying and he could understand you made him worry a tiny bit less.

Ivan said something in Russian but you couldn't hear, it was muffled, like he had his hand over the mouthpiece. There was the sound of a metal door slamming closed and then silence.

"What's wrong?"

"The baby, its early" there was a long pause from both of you - you both didn't know what to say.

"I'll get Viktor"

"No don't...I mean I know he needs to know, but not right now. You know he'll get on the first plane back, won't think twice about the fight. I can't let him do that." Ivan said nothing but also agreed. But he also wanted to tell his son. Congratulate him, tell everyone in the training room - he had another grandchild.

"I'll let him know it was all my idea not to tell him, just try and act like everything's normal. Please?“

“Are you okay? Are you at the hospital?" the concern in Ivan's voice broke you and you started to cry.

"I'm fine. I'm on my way in an ambulance"

"Are you on your own?" he sound panicked. "Where's Lily?"

"She's following in a car with Jenny" Ivan remembered Jenny from when she came to the beach that day. Ivan was struck by how caring Jenny was with Lily - making sure she ate and drank enough while still having fun.

"She must call me" you nodded even tho Ivan couldn't see you.

"Here" the paramedic handed you a tissue to dry your eyes. "Don't worry, everything's gonna be okay"

***

Olivia May Drago, born 2 months early but otherwise healthy.

Jenny had called Ivan to let him know everything was okay - you were okay, Lily was okay (but probably had new found profession as some sort of Antinal Nurse specialising in premature babies) and that Viktor's new baby girl was okay too. It was only when Jenny came back into the room, an hour later did you realise she had been talking to Ivan for an hour. "He's so funny, Ivan" she said with a smile on her face. You raised a quizzical eyebrow at her as she peered into the neonatal cot to look at Olivia. "Did you just say Ivan's funny?“ you asked, maybe the drugs were making you hear things." Yeah, the jokes he cracks. But otherwise he says he's glad everyone's okay. I said I'll call him tomorrow"

"You should go, it's late" Lily had crashed out on the bed in the room reserved for partners to sleep on.

"No way, do you know how hard it was to get this parental leave. HR officially hate me, so I'm going to use every moment to stare at this beautiful girl" she cooed, picking up Olivia from her cot.

Lily had been born 4 weeks early, so Jenny had fought tooth and nail to have the right to use shared parental leave to help you look after Lily and the baby assuming Olivia would be born early too, despite not actually being a parent to either. She had initially demanded full maternity leave, but had settled for 3 and a half weeks "shared parental" leave. "That's what they get for not having a watertight policy" she'd smugly smiled sipping non alcoholic wine with you when she told you when you met her for lunch just after Viktor left to prepare for the fight.

You were trying not to cry but the harder you did, the quicker your eyes filled up with tears. So when you blinked they came streaming down your face. "Hey, don't you start crying because I'm gonna start crying again" Jenny moved to perch on the edge of your bed still holding Olivia.

"I know you feel bad, but don't. Everything is okay, you're okay, baby's okay. Lily's okay. I'm okay" the last part made you laugh and you brushed the tears away.

"But we need to make sure Viktor's okay, and that means not telling him just yet because we app know what will happen. I'll just keep taking a million photos and videos so he has stuff to watch. Here, hold her" Jenny passed you Olivia and grabbed her phone to take pictures.

"Do I look a mess?" you asked, aware that not only had you given birth 6 hours ago but you had also cried one too many times. "Actually, you look so good. Which makes me slightly hate you" she placed her phone down and then made grabbing hands at Olivia. "My ovaries hurt when I don't hold her" she blushed.

***

You where now sat in the hotel suite that had been reserved for Viktor. Lily was laying on the floor - half on top of the fluffy rug, half off - drawing more pictures for Viktor. You were sure she was on over 100 at this point, but it kept her occupied, you enjoyed listening to her stories behind them and writing them on the back of the picture for Viktor to read later.

She was currently drawing the picture of him winning his current fight - the one that was meant to start in 45 minutes.

You were sat on the overly large sofa breastfeeding Olivia, after having to shout at Buddy Marcella and the entourage he brought for you to leave. He'd brought a nanny with him - just in case you wanted to leave Lily and Olivia to go watch the fight. He was driving you crazy more than usual.

You didn't need help, you just needed space and for not a single soul to mention to Viktor that he had an earlier than expected baby girl he'd never seen. You'd also spoken to Ivan at length who had been extra hard and stubborn on your behalf making sure everything and everyone would be perfect.

***

Just as the fight started Olivia woke up with a cry. You half didn't mind as she'd been asleep for a long time, as if she was waiting for the perfect moment to announce her presence in the world. She was very quiet for a newborn.

You noticed that Viktor seemed to be fighting differently, quicker, even harder, like he just wanted it to be over.

But that wasn't surprising. When Viktor had agreed to the fight, there were a few additional requirements that Buddy had added in. Endorsements and a whole bunch of extra PR stuff, including promo stuff with Adonis Creed.

"Hey!" you called to Buddy. He turned around with that stupid grin on his face. "Just remembered my husband's a person and not just your cash cow" he'd then proceeded to try and butter you up but it didn't work.

***

As the ring filled with people from either team and the official referee to call the match you spotted Buddy climbing into the ring. You held your breath as you watched him whisper something to Viktor. Ivan appeared and pushed Buddy away, but you could see Viktor was getting impatient and just wanted the result said. You watched Ivan place his hands on Viktor's shoulders and he calmed down a little. The referee appeared and the camera angle zoomed back showing Viktor and his opponent standing either side of the referee.

You didn't let your breathe go until the referee held up Viktor's arms and the crowd cheered. Lily jumped up dancing around with her picture in her hand. "Told you daddy won" she wiggled her hips side to side and threw the picture in the air along with her crayons.

***

Now you felt sick. Sheer panic and you tried to organise your thoughts and your words to explain to Viktor that you were sorry for not telling him that Olivia had come early, that you cried after every phone call with him because you wanted to just tell him. But you were glad that you didn't, that there were no distractions.

"Lily, come here please" you call, her silence not always a good thing. She skips from the bedroom, her face covered in melted chocolate. Then she stop rigid, eyes wide. "Daddy!“ she screams, sprinting past you. You turn, this isn't how you wanted him to find out. "Grandpa!“ Lily screeches, almost another octave higher. She doges Viktor and throws herself at Ivan.

Viktor doesn't seem to mind that Lily skipped him. He's staring at you or Olivia, or both of you as you rock Olivia in your arms. She's quiet now, as if nothing happened. He drops his bag and slowly walks closer to you. When he reaches you, he pulls you against him, his lips rest on forehead which makes you cry.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there, I'm sorry you had to do this on your own" Viktor tenderly hugs you, careful not to squash Olivia.

You pull away to wipe your face with one hand, surprised at how relaxed Viktor is. "My dad told me. I made him when I saw he had a lot of calls from Jenny, I thought something was wrong" you looked to Ivan, but he was busy cleaning the chocolate from Lily's face.

***

Everything was calmer. Everything was fine. Viktor sat holding Olivia, with Lily on his lap. They talk in hushed tones over a sleeping Olivia. Both falling quiet every so often to stare at the peaceful baby.

Viktor was stunned by how beautiful his second baby girl was. Her tiny nose, her tiny mouth, her ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. Lily's mind was slightly blown by Viktor telling her she was once this small, even he was too.

Together they couldn’t stop looking at Olivia. Every now and then Lily gently kissed her sister - telling Viktor all the things she planned to teach her little sister - coloring within the lines, eating jellies that Aunt Jenny brings etc, eating all the chocolate you could find in a hotel suite.

By the time Ivan got back with food for everyone, it was his turn to fuss over his new grandchild. "World's happiest grandfather" Ivan announced taking Olivia from Viktor. He sat down on the couch with Olivia while you pulled out your phone to show Viktor the million photos you'd taken while he was away.

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