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lovebugism · 1 year

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hi babe hope this isn’t too personal but not having the greatest time right now. therapist did not answer any of my calls today so im kinda a mess 🥲🥲 if you’re willing to write any kind of comfort fic with any character that would be the best 💗💗💗

hi anon! i hope things are going better now! take this eddie munson comfort fic as my attempts to make you feel a wee bit better ily mwah <3

You were pretty good at taking care of yourself most of the time. Eddie always thought your innate sense of responsibility was extremely hot — mostly because it meant that you were even better at taking care of him.

He said it was a perk of being your boyfriend — “one of many,” he’d say, just before smacking a kiss to your cheek.

You were the yin to his yang in that way. Peace in all his chaos.

Eddie, himself, was a being who thrived on mayhem. There wasn’t a single thing he loved more than unpredictability — well, you, of course. Then maybe DnD. But spontaneity was a close third.

He isn’t quite sure how to live his life without the company of total disarray. He isn’t sure he would want to if he had the chance either. The unexpected makes things fun. At least, that’s what he always tells you. You’re not so sure.

When he makes you late to things because of his horrible time management skills, or he can’t find his keys because they’re hidden somewhere underneath a pile of clothes in the corner of his room, it feels a little like the end of the world.

And not just in the oh no, this thing is really stressing me out; good thing I know it’s illogical sort of way. But in the oh fuck, we’re gonna be ten minutes late to this get-together where there are zero consequences whether we show up or not, but it’s inducing so much panic that I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to function properly.

You’ve gotten pretty good at hiding your fear over the years. It’s just that Eddie’s so damn attuned to everything going on in your head that it makes it insanely difficult to wallow in your dread alone.

He knows when you start pacing and talking a million miles a minute that something’s working you up. He knows when you start getting snappy and don’t think his jokes are funny anymore that you’re close to your breaking point. He knows when you stop talking altogether that your entire world is caving in around you.

So Eddie takes great care in getting to things on time and tidying up his room when you're around. He doesn’t even care that he finds it all a bit irrational, he just wants to make things easier for you. Even if it means getting to Steve’s house an hour before everyone else or actually folding his clothes before putting them in drawers.

Eddie knows you use structure like a weapon rather than a shield. Organization isn't a way to keep your life together, it’s to keep it from falling apart. When something is out of order, when there’s one piece out of place, it’s not an easy fix — not for you. It’s more like a ticking tomb.

You’re the ticking time bomb. And the faintest scent of disorder is bound to make you explode.

But maybe calling it a bomb isn’t the most accurate way to describe it. The way Eddie sees it, it’s a lot more like an avalanche.

It starts off small, a little rumble of uncertainty that jostles the comfort of your routine. You blink and suddenly the snowball weighs two tons and you’ve spiraled into a full-blown crisis that threatens to swallow you whole.

You don’t let anyone see any of it. Not even Eddie a lot of the time. You just bury yourself in the landslide until the heavy snow melts and you can function normally again — it may last a couple hours, maybe weeks.

So it’s a good thing Eddie can see all the warning signs before they start.

It’s all the little shit he notices first — the not showering as often, the not keeping things as tidy as usual, the closing yourself off. Eddie Munson knows a depression room when he sees one. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know you’re slipping.

But rather than acknowledge that boogeyman, he pretends like it isn’t there at all. He thinks if he acts like it doesn’t scare him, then it doesn’t have the power to hurt him. That’s exactly how he treats the funks you get into. He knows they’re there but doesn’t let them take over completely.

Eddie comes around whenever he gets the chance and helps you do your self-care routine — even though all you do is complain that you don’t need his help the entire time.

He coaxes you into the bath and tidies up your bedroom while you’re gone. He does all the steps of your skincare for you after because he knows you can’t do it yourself. You’re too tired to, but you feel like shit when you don’t. That’s the same bitter cycle that started this whole mess.

He doesn’t do anything crazy. He just takes care of the little things to make you feel less consumed by it all.

You’re a pouting mess in the middle of your bed after, freshly cleaned and drowning in a too big shirt that smells like the musk of Eddie’s cologne with a towel twisted up in your hair. It’s almost cartoonish, the way you cross your arms over your chest and scrunch your face in displeasure.

“I don’t want you to do all this stuff for me, Eds,” you gripe. “I’m a big girl, okay? I can do it myself.”

The boy shrugs from where he stands at the foot of your bed. “I know I don’t have to. I want to, though. I like doing this stuff for you.”

“You hate cleaning, Eddie.”

“Yeah. I do,” he affirms with a nod, all but flopping onto the mattress beside you. He rests his head on his fist and blinks up at you with wide, twinkling button eyes. A grin pulls at his pink lips as he asks you, “But you know what I don’t hate?”

You huff but entertain him anyway. “…What?”

“You,” he beams and taps the tip of your nose with his pointer finger.

You meet his smile with a grimace.

“Actually, I sort of love you, as it turns out,” he corrects himself in a lilt. “And when you love someone, you do the shit you hate to make them happy, right? Isn’t that what it’s all about?”

You don’t answer him, just shrug.

“Well, either way, I’m happy to do all the boring shit if it means there’s a chance I get to make you feel even a little bit better,” Eddie tells you, pinching his thumb and forefinger together and leaving just an inch or more of space to squint his eye through.

That hand flops down and lands on your thigh. His thumb absentmindedly rubs over the skin there. His smile turns sheepish.

“I will happily fold laundry and do taxes and wash dishes and… all that stupid, boring shit for you for the rest of my life, as long as I can look over and see you next to me…”

Your heart swells with a distant happiness you haven’t felt in weeks.

Eddie helps you until you feel better enough to do it yourself.

Needless to say, when he stops by your place and finds it completely spotless, he doesn’t bother to hide his excitement. He rushes to your room and finds you in bed, flipping through a book. The small radio on your bedside table plays something synth-y.

He realizes you’ve traded in The Smiths for The Psychedelic Furs and that your lavender candle is burning on your desk and that you’ve spritzed yourself in your vanilla perfume.

Those are all staples in your little routine that you borderline can’t live without. You always missed out on them when you got into your funks, but here they are again…

Eddie tries not to smile too wide.

“How’s it hangin’?” he sing-songs when he waltzes into your room.

“Fine...” you murmur, half-distracted by your novel. After a few long seconds, your eyes finally flit up to his. He’s doing a terrible job of hiding a grin. “…Why are you looking at me like that?”

Eddie shrugs as he takes off his leather jacket. He neatly lays the thing over the back of your desk chair and smooths out the wrinkles.

“‘Cause I love the shit out of you,” he answers like it’s nothing, like the words don’t mean everything to you. “And I’m really fucking proud of you.”

“Proud of me?” you echo in a scoff.

Because, to you, crawling out of a three week long funk is hardly something to be proud of. You don’t feel like you should be rewarded for being human, but Eddie knows that getting through the hard shit is a part of being human. And he’s so goddamn proud of you for it.

“Yep,” he nods with pink cheeks and a hopeful grin. “I’ve never been prouder of you, babe. And, like, I’m always proud of you, so that’s saying something.”

“Shut up,” you mutter under your breath. Your attention flits back to your book rather than focusing on the intense gaze Eddie looks at you with. You don’t get through a single sentence before he rips the thing from your hands. “Eddie!—”

You look at him again and find that he’s sterner now, but still so tender — chocolate eyes hardened but soft around the edges. There’s a kind grin on his and an air about him that tells you he’s serious.

Eddie rounds your bed and plants himself at the edge of it. He keeps your book hostage in one hand and holds onto your calf with the other, running his thumb over the soft skin of your knee.

“I’m serious,” he tells you. “Like, I know shit gets hard for you sometimes, but... I don't know, watching you get through it is… really fucking cool, babe.”

He laughs when it makes you laugh.

“Seriously. It’s like you get stronger every day, and… not to be a total sap or whatever, but I feel really lucky that I get to see it.”

You’re not sure whether to duck away from his gaze or revel in its warmth. You manage somehow to do both with a distant pout on your face.

Eddie’s grin widens until the dimple in his right cheek reveals itself. “What?” he laughs. “What’s that look for?”

“‘Cause you’re nice to me,” you mumble like the cutest little storm cloud. “And it’s gross… And also I love you.”

“Well, get ready, babe. You got a whole lifetime of me being nice to you coming your way, so… Be prepared to be sick of me by the time we’re all old and wrinkly, alright? ‘Cause I’m still gonna love the shit outta you then.”

You grumble when he smacks a kiss to your knee.

You hope he keeps his promise.

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie spaghetti drabble #st drabbles

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dreamonminecraft · 27 days

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I mean, George’s been showing an attraction for men (fictional and real) for ages, not just Dream. Those thirst traps he used to watch.. his fascination (not just jokes) with dicks over the years. Also he went from being very awkward/careful about any gay mention (remember how upset he got over the ’bottom’ comment?) to fully embracing that now. He even got upset when the sidemen thought he would be bad at head like? For me, in the past two years, he (seemed to at least) fully accept himself. That obviously doesn’t mean you’re ready to be out about it. But going out to gay clubs with Larray, being in their ’twink’ tiktok thing they did and all other moments.. they bonded over *something* surely. So yeah, I was shocked about this whole thing, not gonna lie. It’s the first time ever we’ve heard about him in connection with women, in a non-platonic way. Like remember when he went on that girl trip with the Botez sisters in 2022? Just him and the girls and them talking about that ’Zaddy’ waitress or whatever it was 😂 And all the moments of him seeming uncomfortable about talking of girlfriends and boobs and yeah, I don’t know. He’s always been just gay in my eyes (based on the things he’s done/said and not stereotypes or looks just to be clear.) Or even about just dnf either. Like take Dream out of the equation and I would still think that. Now sexuality can be fluid of course. Maybe he realised he could feel something for women too? Maybe it was an exception to the rule? Or maybe, he experimented a bit and what do we know what he really felt about it? People try things sometimes, for many different reasons. Maybe he had a little crisis or something. Maybe he was heartbroken over Dream flirting with someone else in the same room like? Or maybe he is bi/pan ( not trying to deny the possibility, I’m bi myself so.) But yeah, just my opinion, not some actual truth here ofc ❤️

I think that's a really fair assessment. From what we knew of his private life (up until a few weeks ago) he was attracted to men (real and fictional) and never shared details of any prior real life experiences with anybody (women or otherwise - first kiss, past partners, etc)

He's fine with the perception that people have of him being gay (obviously it doesn't hurt his career. not saying he's queer baiting) but Dream was very 'im straight. I kiss girls. I date girls' before he knew he wasn't straight, and when he started to realize that he wasn't, he still acknowledged that he liked girls while recognizing his changing feelings. George is just very private in general.

There's a clip from one of the very first dsmp streams where Dream calls George gay "he's like that one closeted friend who doesn't say I love you because he doesn't want to out himself" (my least favorite Dream joke ever, thanks) and you know how he justifies it to the (rightfully) uncomfortable chat? "I wouldn't say that if I wasn't 100% sure George was straight."

George's response: "Straight outta Compton"

I mean this guy has been actively denying any sort of public labeling of his sexuality by anyone for almost four years. Maybe he's in the same position as Dream and he just doesn't want a label (doesn't know/doesn't like the pressure/whatever) or maybe the public perception is something that he doesn't want. Whatever he is, I think it's pretty clear he's some sort of queer.

#i do feel a little weird being so thrown off by him (maybe) not being gay #like it feels. biphobic #im bi.#i don't care if he's bi or pan or whatever it's just fucking with my head #asks

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cryptidcaptain · 2 years

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If I see one more stupid take on the stop oil van gogh protest im gonna lose it so in bullet points:

The painting is fine. It was behind glass. The person who threw the soup knew it was behind glass beforehand.

The UK is entering a cost of living crisis unlike any we've seen before (with the possible exception of Thatcher's Britain back in the 80s), and many people cannot afford to heat their homes. While oil and energy companies report record profits.

The point of this exercise was to demonstrate how much more people would care about even the thought of a painting being destroyed, compared to the reality of the lives that WILL be destroyed over the winter. When they can't yknow. Afford to eat or heat their homes.

No, they are not funded by Big Oil. Just Stop Oil DOES receive funding from the climate emergency fund which WAS started by Aileen Getty, yes. But she has zero active investments in the oil industry, and HAS spent a large amount of money sponsoring climate groups. Think of her as the Abigail Disney of oil.

The source of that conspiracy theory is a tiktok video and its mostly being reported in the telegraph which. Kinda says everything.

For people saying stuff like "but it had nothing to do with oil! Why don't you egg the houses of execs <3 Why don't you riot 😊 Why don't you kill oil execs uwu OK why don't you? I mean jesus be realistic. The rioting may come yet but this was a PUBLICITY STUNT. To raise awareness for their organisation.

If you are not from the UK/are from the UK and not familiar with the new protest laws, please refrain on commenting at all about method of protest.

The bill is as follows:

" [to] Widen the range of conditions that the police can impose on public assemblies to match existing police powers to impose conditions on public processions."

" [to] Broaden the range of circumstances in which police may impose conditions on a protest."

" [to] Amend the offence relating to the breaching of conditions"

" [to] Restate the common law offence of public nuisance in statute."

Meaning, any people doing ANYTHING the police don't like (up to and including holding BLANK SIGNS which happened after the queen died) can now result in arrest and forced dispersal (ie police violence). (There are more lines to the bill ive just chosen the ones relevant to this situation, but they're all on the gov website)

(Side note): I actually just read the page on gov.uk which I went on to copy the law and jesus christ they outright blame BLM protests for this. Like explicitly.

I BELIEVE i saw a story not that long ago about someone arrested under this bill being held without trial for like, months but I can't remember the details

In short people in the UK now have to get increasingly creative with how we protest, so as to avoid significant sentences. The two in this case were arrested for trespass instead of under this bill, which carries a significantly more minor penalty.

Shift your goddamn focus away from stupid conspiracies for a second and pay attention to what is happening in REALITY.

(If any of you make comments or send me stuff about this without at least attempting to fact check yourself beforehand im not responding, and deleting.)

#britpol

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chaithetics · 4 months

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yes yes yes i wanna see the barbie fic!!! i know im gonna love itttt -barbie anon

Porcelain and the Shark: Barbie Hosseinis

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

(reader has anxiety, no use of y/n, physical descriptions or other names but does have the nickname Porcelain/Porce - due to family viewing her that way not because of complexion)

Word count: 2.6K

Prompt: porce forcing stewy to take the day off to take her and the kids to see barbie… he buys the kids a new barbie toy each and buys porce some cute barbie merch… porce relates to barbie’s existential crisis…. and gets just a touch sad at the parts about mothers and their daughters… stew cheers her up by reminding her that she’s an incredible mom to the kids and she goes and sees oppenheimer with him the next day as a thank you. that’s all xo 🫶

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, wholesome fluff, existential crisis mention, some not great Roy dynamics are alluded to. Not beta read sorry!

Authors note: thank you so much for sending this through Nonnie and your patience, you're an angel! i really hope you enjoy this, please let me know what you think! There's a slight change, I actually don't think Stewy would be super into Oppenheimer for a few different reasons. I hope that's okay?! I hope you all enjoy this, I am sorry for the absence lately, enjoy and let me know what you think, I love engaging with you all via comments, reblogs, and asks! Live for them! Lots of love to all you tumblr hotties (you're all hotties) let's pretend the gif is a barbie reference lol.

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You’re kneeling on the floor in Tillie’s room as you help your young daughter change into her outfit. It was cute but you hadn’t expected it to be so complicated to put on. Mainly because Tillie was so excited, wriggling and bouncing as she chatted, she couldn’t stay still for very long. After a couple of minutes you’d been able to finish up her outfit and kissed the top of her head as you finished putting her hair in the neat bun she’d asked for to match her new but beloved doll sitting next to her.

“Wow! You look amazing and you’re both matching! How cool!” You excitedly say to Tillie who giggles and nods.

“We’re both ready for space now!” Tillie exclaims as she grabs her astronaut Barbie doll.

“You can play with your toys now that you’re dressed, practice for space. I’m going to check on dad and Jonathan now, okay sweetie?” You place another kiss on top of her head and she nods, happily focusing on her toys again. It makes you chuckle how quickly she goes back to playing now that your interruption of dressing her is over.

You start to walk towards Jonathan’s room but pause when you hear Stewy’s voice coming from his home office, you think it’s odd that he’s in there as this was a day that he was meant to be completely offline from work and just for family. Changing the route to Jonathan’s room you walk to his office until you’re leaning against the door watching him. Stewy’s pacing back and fourth in his office as he continues his call with an earphone in. He looks at you and with a small smile before taking a sip from his morning cappuccino in a ridiculously tiny cup as he hums along to whatever is being said on the opposite end of the phone.

“Uh-huh, yeah, well yeah, we’ll just need to circle back to that later. Uh-huh, I’ve gotta go. Mmm, yeah, sure, bye.” He quickly ends the call, removing the earphone and placing it on his desk before turning to look at you as he carefully places his coffee cup down on the desk.

“You’re not in pink-” You start.

“Neither are you.” Stewy immediately quips back with a small teasing smile as he looks you up and down adoringly.

“Well no, I haven’t changed yet. I was getting the kids ready.”

“Okay, go get ready I’ll finish up whatever needs finishing up and then you can head out.” He says as he comes over giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“We head out.” You correct, emphasising the word as you’re already not a fan of the direction this was headed in.

“Honey…” Stewy says with a sigh and it’s clear that something has come up, he needs to cancel. The guilt is written all over his face like a ghost came up and tattooed it on as soon as you walked into the office.

“You promised.” You say rather bluntly. The work-life balance is important to you and after experiencing all that your childhood had to offer in terms of swinging between sheltered neglect and highly-criticised surveillance. You refuse the notion of having your children growing up without a father or experiencing the wonder and insult of what it’s like to have a father miss out on what’s meant to be memorable and special family days. You know Stewy isn’t like that, he’s just busy and he’s always there but you still can’t help but take it personally.

It almost feels like a childhood defense and you feel your lip quiver a little as you look at him, knowing he had promised this and now he was going to break the promise to you and your children.

“I know baby, but something’s come up at work and-” He continues with wide eyes, trying to diffuse the situation as he can see how upset it’s making you.

“I’m not happy about… I’m not happy about this Stew.” You admit quietly as you look down while leaning against the wall more.

“I know. I know. I’ll make it up to you and the kids, we’ll do something later on. I’ll buy them some more toys.” “You’re not becoming that father who uses money and presents to make it up to children.” You say softly.

“I won’t do that.” He chuckles and comes over to you and wraps his arms around you softly. “I love you and you’re so pretty, you know that right?” He presses a few soft kisses to your jaw and neck.

“You’ve said it before…” You whisper back, as he holds you in his arms.

“Mm… Good. I just wanted to remind you.” He whispers against your neck and you feel his breath and words tickle your neck.

“If you’re not coming, you’re the one who needs to break that news to their cute faces and you do owe them. And me.” You can’t help but sigh in his arms as you relax into him, finding comfort in his presence as you always do despite how you’re annoyed with him over this.

Stewy nods as he listens to your words, and caresses your back gently. “I’ll try…” He whispers, you know it’s less likely that he’ll actually end up working through the day and bailing on the much anticipated Hosseini family event of seeing the Barbie film with your young children.

Tillie then calls out for you and Stewy, you smile at him, squeezing his hand and walking with him, hand-in-hand into Tillie’s bedroom. Tillie jumps up when she sees her dearly loved parents walk into her bedroom and runs over with her doll. Some children had dinosaur phases, or princess phases but Tillie was one of those children who became obsessed with space as soon as her eyes could take in the moon and what it was. She had an astronaut Barbie in her hand which had become one of her most prized possessions since Stewy had recently brought it for her. It was in her hand at every playtime, bedtime, and seated next to her at each meal.

As Tillie jumps up to hug her parents, it is then that Stewy sees her outfit in full… Tillie is wearing an astronaut costume in pink. One that you’d spent a lot of time trying to find the right person to commission it and they had excelled. She was a cute little astronaut just as she wanted to be and it was perfectly in theme with the Barbie film that she was excited to see as well.

She ran over to her father and Stewy quickly picked her up, you could see his heart melting as he took in the sight of his precious daughter in her outfit, she looked adorable and Stewy loved how she was so young but already had dreams that were so out of this world.

Stewy swayed slightly while holding Matilda, he kissed the top of her head and smiled widely at her.

“Oh my God, look at you… this outfit is amazing….” Stewy said to Tillie with a smile. He pressed another kiss to her head and held her a bit tighter as he kept swaying with her. “Oh my…. Look at her! Look at her!” He said with the largest, most loving eyes to you and you couldn’t help but smile widely and nod. She was always cute and precious but this was an exceptionally cute look of Matilda’s. You also always appreciated seeing this moment between Stewy and Tillie, he was so in awe of her and she was in equal awe of her father as well. A polar opposite to what you and Shiv had known but it was what you wanted for your children, it was what every child deserved.

“How could you say no to that cutie, Stewy? You tease playfully, already seeing him mentally cave by her.

“I can’t… I can’t… I’ll make a call and then we’ll see Barbie, huh?” He says to Tillie and gives her a little nose bop which makes her giggle loudly and excitedly.

“Go change, dad Ken, not work Ken!” Tillie says with another giggle as she tries to boop her father on the nose in return. Stewy smirks and nods, kissing her forehead again as he swings her gently with a smile.

“What am I going to wear though? I need some pink, huh honey?” He asks Tillie and she smiles and nods.

“I brought you a pink turtleneck, it’s out in the room honey.” You say softly with a happy smile as you look at him, you couldn’t resist the chance to get him in theme and you always had a weak spot for Stewy in a turtleneck so this was just as much a treat for your family as it was for you. All just for different reasons.

“You’re a prize, babe. Thank you. Isn’t your mommy the best? I mean look at you and soon look at me and I’ll be just as cute huh?” Stewy kisses Tillie’s cheek and then puts her down and gives you a soft, loving, grateful kiss on the lips to say thank you for organizing that.

Stewy goes off to change and he looks so handsome in his pink turtleneck, you feel your cheeks immediately heat up as he comes back out. He kisses your cheek and whispers a sweet thank you.

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You, Stewy and your little Hosseinis all watch Barbie, everybody dressed up in theme in pink and looking like charming Barbies, Kens, and Allens. The children are all thoroughly engaged in the film and its bright visuals, there’s plenty of humor as well that’s sneaked in to appeal to adults which gets genuine laughs from you and Stewy.

You’re not quite surprised but you struggle for a moment as you feel quite touched, sensitive and yet vulnerable throughout several scenes of the film. This concept of identity, and having an identity that is separate from the men in your life, along with one that is separate to your identities as a wife, a mother, a sister, and a daughter. You can’t help but get teary at many of these scenes and think about what something like this means for your children, especially sweet Tillie, and the relationship between mothers and daughters. You love Tillie with all of your being, is that enough you wonder? It certainly wasn’t with your parents but that wasn’t the right love and you know it’s different with your children, you don’t let the thoughts in that your parents probably felt the same at some stage in. You’re already getting teary-eyed in this film, surrounded by those dearest to you, you don’t think you can quite handle an existential crisis right now.

Stewy notices your eyes becoming glassy with tears during these scenes and he snuggles a bit closer to you, pulling you into him more to gently kiss your cheek and squeeze your shoulder and hand. He caresses your arm gently from the first scene that brings you to tears and then throughout the rest of the picture.

“Hey, you’re a great parent… They love you more than anything, I’m in awe of you. You’re such a great mom.” Stewy promises as he whispers into your ear. You smile at him and tilt your head to kiss him softly on the lips.

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The children loved the film and it was a great family day that didn’t end in terms of quality time right after the movie finished. The children were all now tucked in bed and you were lying in bed now and Stewy had just finished brushing his teeth and was coming to lie in bed.

“Hi.” He whispered as he laid on the bed and looked up at you.

“Hey.” You smile back at him and can’t help but feel your cheeks heats up again, you loved him in the pink turtleneck but you also loved him out of it and any tops, just as much.

“And thoughts on the film that made all the men so angry?” He asks.

“I mean, it was a bit gentle on men, huh?” You say as you tilt your head to look at him.

“Uh-huh, far too gentle. It should’ve challenged my masculinity more than it did.” He says softly as he kisses your cheek and then your jaw gently with a smirk. “Ken did kinda feel like that incel-pipeline justification, right?” He says as he pulls away and looks at your face, Stewy starts to caress your arm gently as he leans back on the pillows.

You nod and smile. “Exactly! And you picked that up!” He chuckles at that and his cheeks heat up a bit as he continues to caress your forearm. “It still had some good stuff in it, Tillie really enjoyed it, ‘Yay space!’ Is going to be a new catchphrase for a while.” You say with a smile as you gently caress his cheek in return and giggle a little at the thought. That line alone and the acknowledgement of a Barbie in space was more than enough to make the day for Tillie and seal it as a classic for her.

“Astronaut Barbie was my favorite. Tillie and I have that in common now.” He says playfully and you can’t help but chuckle some more at that.

Stewy then leans back to grab his phone to do something that his mind has just thought of, you can’t help but feel curious.

“What are you doing?” You as with a smirk.

“I’m going to get one of those ‘I’m Kenough’ hoodies delivered to Kendall’s.” He says with a smirk as he taps away at his phone. You can’t help but laugh.

“That’s so thoughtful of you, he definitely needs it.” You laugh.

“Exactly, he really does.” Stewy says playfully, he finishes up, showing you an order confirmation email and then puts his phone down and kisses you softly on the lips.

“Since you’ve seen Barbie, does that mean I have to be your date to Oppenheimer now?” You ask as you look up at him. Stewy immediately scoffs and then laughs.

“No!” He laughs.

“No?” You ask with a small chuckle.

“I’m a dad, I’ve been exposed to the magic and art of Barbie and Bluey, why would I need to see Oppenheimer? Also it’s three hours long? It’s not for children, why would I go through those three hours?” He asks.

You smile and nod as you caress his cheek. “Very good points.” You whisper.

“How boring and convoluted must a film be to be three hours long? And if I have that much time for something shouldn’t I spend it with you and our angels?” You can’t help but smile widely at that.

“Isn’t it mandatory bro viewing now? What on earth will you talk about in the office on Monday?” You ask playfully before kissing him softly on the lips.

“I won’t watch a film because of peer pressure, if I felt insecure, I’d just read the Wikipedia plot and honey, I don’t get insecure.” He says proudly right before leaning over, closer to you in order to kiss your lips. The kiss starts off soft at first but Stewy quickly deepens it, he playfully nibbles on your lip as the kiss deepens on both your ends and Stewy steals a moan from your lips as you run your hands through his hair.

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tendebill · 10 months

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drew the ow strike team as paladins of voltron, because i am normal about them :]

(2 other versions and a fucking essay below the cut!)

ok so im gonna give my reasoning for each of them

Reinhardt - the easierst to pick, the Yellow Lion is the most tank-like (besides the Black Lion, but thats cuz Black is the head + torso), also i think the legs of voltron are supposed to be the "pillars" that allow the team to work well, without them the whole thing crumbles (literally). from what i recall from the actual show, the Yellow Paladin is protective and loyal. Rein was the easiest to match up tbh (plus even the color fits lol)

Torbjörn - not my favourite choice, but tbh i dont think any other lion fits him? besides maybe Yellow, but Rein was too perfect so i couldnt give Torb that one. anyway, the Green Lion is the left hand. i consider the legs to be the "pillars" holding up the team, whereas the arms are the actual damage-dealers/the ones that act on what the leader commands. and as Torb is a dps, that fits just fine. hes not quite a leader, so being the left hand instead of the right is good. plus the Green Lion is inquisitive and curious, and since Torb is a genius, that fits just fine too. i thought he would look weird with green, since i associate him with red-orange-yellow the most, but he looks kinda nice

Ana - i was originally gonna make her blue from the get-go, but i thought it'd be silly to make the remaining three switch lions a bunch, so i can get an excuse to draw Gabe and Jack in multiple suits lmao. but Ana starts out as red, the right hand of Voltron, described as the most temperamental and aggressive. it requires a paladin that can keep up with it and works on instinct most of the time. i feel like Ana would have to BECOME the motherly figure for her team, instead of being one from the start. with that i think she would have been a more "lone wolf" type at first, only later on becoming more mindful of her teammates and how much they need her, which would lead to her becoming the paladin of the Blue Lion - a pillar that keeps the team going along with Rein, a vital part, but no longer in a leadership position. i've seen the Blue Lion described as a "free spirit" too, which i think is also perfect for her :3

Jack - for him i had three options, all of which fit him well: blue, red and black. and instead of picking one, i decided he was going to have three different lions :))) for shits and giggles. so he starts out as blue, a free spirit, very versitile (from what i gathered, the Blue Lion doesn't have a specific "thing" it specilizes in, but instead does a little bit of everything, kinda like Jack). i imagine Jack was the middle-man, an integral part of team-building. he would have been the one to push everyone to work together and follow Gabe's lead, but he was content being on the sidelines most of the time. eventually he takes up more responsibility, sees that he's vital for the team and that he can do more working side by side with Gabe, and so he becomes the paladin of the Red Lion, Gabe's right hand man. then he of course slowly grows to be the actual leader, as Gabe's approach changes and he slowly abandons his original role, passing the command over to Jack. and so Jack's last lion is the Black Lion. also i feel like all three lions fit Jack's color scheme pretty well, so that's another win for me hah

Gabe - since he was the original Strike Commander, i thought it only natural that he would be the first to pilot the Black Lion. the pilot needs to be decisive, stay cool in the face of danger and be someone whose men will follow him into battle with no hesitation - all traits that i see Gabriel would have had to have during the first Omnic Crisis. like i mentioned before, Jack eventually becomes his second in command, and then slowly their roles start to shift. Gabe is no longer content in making decisions for the whole team, he probably also becomes more violent and reckless, relying on Jack to keep him in check. he loses his connection with the Black Lion and becomes the paladin of the Red Lion, Jack's right hand man. the traits of Red fit him well too - aggressive, relies on instinct, temperamental, plus i imagine Gabe is the type to want to get things done as quickly as possible, no matter the risk, to save more people faster. plus, again, the colors match up yaaaay!

fun fact: i never finished watching voltron ^^

also i am truthing anahardt and reaper76 as we speak

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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NOT ALL THREE EVENTS IN THE SAME UPDATE LEAH I WON'T BLOODY SURVIVE!!!

EEEPPPP IM SORRYYY! I couldn't help myself. I actually shocked myself with this one. Like damn--BUT, anyway! There’s the Masterlist if you’ve forgotten to follow along!

Warnings: Mentions of smut, domestic violence, mentions of a weapon.

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Bradley doesn't stay the night although you wished he had. He goes home to his far too empty home he wishes was as lively and as loud and homely as Jakes. He’s waiting for the all important answer he hopes is a yes–laying awake looking up at the ceiling fan that goes round and round on a medium setting.

Bradley falls asleep thinking about you, thinking about what it would be like to share his bed with you on a permanent basis. Share a home and a life and all the trials and tribulations that come with committing yourself fully to another person and their subsequent mini me.

He wants this, he wants all of this. He wants you and Odette and the chaos that comes with you. He wants the laughter and the tears and the addiction to caffeine you stubbornly reject you have. He wants to take all your worry and all your heartbreak and he wants to be a role model for Dot. he wants to be your rock, your best friend, your partner in crime and in life. He's found his person, he knows it.

“You’re really gonna make me work for this aren't ya guys?” Bradley mumbles to himself in the dead of the still night as he tucks a hand under his pillow and kinks his head to look at the photo he has on his bedside table of his parents. They’re both so in love in the photo Bradley cherishes as one of his prized positions, all he wants is that love. “Couldn't have just let me get the girl without an ensuing crisis?”

Bradley knows he's talking to himself, it's so quiet he can hear the crickets chirping outside, but he knows his parents are out there, looking down at him with smug smirks plastered on their faces because their boy is head over heels in love.

“Yeah, thanks guys, your real ones for this, honestly.” Bradley Bradshaw just wants you and everything that is you and comes with you.

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“Psst–” Jakes alarm hadnt even gone off yet. “Psst–Jake?” In his dream he thinks he's on a boat somewhere, being rocked about on the choppy sea. “Dickhead, wake up!” It's the slight snack to the forehead that's ever so rudely drawing him from his slumber and back to reality, his room is still hard, it can't even be five in the morning.

“What! What, who the fucks dying Y/n?” Jake grumbles as he grabs the pillow next to him, draws it under his arm and rolls over. He doesn't appreciate it when you rip the pillow out from under his head, sending his skull crashing down against the mattress with a thud. “What is your issue!” He's snapping, sitting up with a huff as the covers fall down around his waist.

“I thought I heard something outside.” Immediately, all Jake's anger from being woken up in the middle of the night, resolves as his shoulders slump and he rubs a hand down his face. Yawning when he actually sees the time, three. It’s three in the goddamn morning.

“Alright, alright–” Jakes getting up without another word, he doesn't feel like it's necessary to press you further for an explanation, he knows why you’re on edge. “But just so you know.” There's a second where Jake stands with you in the darkness of his room that he sees the girl who’d smoke weed on the fence down by the back of the yards and spend weekends sleeping on his floor on a blow up mattress. He stills sees her, only instead of a mattress on his floor you're in his spare room, with a daughter near as beautiful as you. Jake sticks his finger into your sternum, growling because it's far too early to be awake and you both know it. “Wake me up like that again and i'm using your toothbrush to clean the toilet–”

“Thanks—“ Jake was expecting some sort of comeback, some witty remark he knew you’d be good for. But when you met his threat with a meek one word, sleep laced reply? All Jake could do was bring your head closer to his by wrapping his hand around the back of your head. His lips pressing against your forehead for a few seconds. “I really do think I heard something.”

“I believe you.” Was all Jake said when he pulled away, switching on the light in the hall as you followed him out. “Come on, if anything it’s probably just the guys next door.” He was doing his best to calm your nerves. “You know how they like to dick around—come home all hours of the night before they barely make it in the front door.” Jake's bedroom and your own were upstairs, the staircase, which was only two flights if anything, seemed all the more daunting when you knew what you heard wasn't the familiar sounds of next door coming home late and messing around.

“I know.” Was all you said in response as you fumbled down the stairs behind Jake, gripping in the elastic of his shorts that hung low in his broad hips. “Just didn't sound like a sound that I usually hear.” Jake looked around the entryway, his feet solid on the hardwood floor of the first level of his house. He could feel your breathing down his neck as you stood on the first stair of the staircase. “Shhh–” You tapped Jake's shoulder. There it was. “Did you hear that?”

“Well if you'd stop talking for five seconds Fe, maybe I'd hear something.” Jake snapped, he was just tired, he wanted to help but god he wished he was in bed.

“Jake–” You heard it again, it sounded like someone was walking along the front patio. Heavy footsteps loitering in a place they weren't supposed to. Jake's ears pricked up when he heard it too, frowning as he took a few steps towards the front door, dragging you with him as you gripped his wrist, trying to stop him. “No stop, there's seriously someone out there–”

“Yeah and if there is it's three in the morning and they sho–” There wasn't much time to process what was going on before Jake was dive-bombing you into the floor. Sheltering you with his entire body as glass shattered all throughout the entryway. “Fuck!”

If you took a left at the bottom of the stairs, there was Jake's living room. If you took a right at the bottom of the stairs, you'd make your way into the dinning area and kitchen. In the entryway? Two thin windows boarded the front door. They were both frosted, but the light that would come through really opened up the space.

“Holy shit what the fuck was that?” Your eyes were as wide as sources as Jake hovered over you, protective arms on either side of you as he noticed the small cut on your cheek, probably from a piece of glass. Looking to his left, Jake saw the brick sitting in the middle of the foyer. Surrounded with broken frosted shards of glass.

“Don't move.” Was all Jake said as he moved off of you to inspect the foreign object that shouldn't have been in his house. Turning it over, Jake couldn't believe his eyes when he saw what was written on the bike in red paint. ‘Whore’ turning the brick back over, Jake did the once over as you sat up amongst the glass. “You alright?”

“I'm good.” You didn't know what else to say. “It was him wasn't it.” Jake didn't know what to say to you as he watched your gaze fall to the brick in his hand. “Who else would throw a brick through your window at three in the morning.”

“We don't know it was him alright, just–” Jake knew it was Jaidyn, but he was going to deal with it in the morning. There was nothing he could do about it at three in the morning. “Go grab Odette, sleep in my bed the rest of the night.”

“Where are you gonna sleep?” Jake Seresin would be the first person to admit he’d been a selfish man before. He’d put his needs before others on a number of occasions and he damn well knew that. His friends, especially the ones he flew with, would be the first to tell you how unreasonable egotistical Jake could be. But, when Jake saw your fingers dart up against the small cut in your cheek to wipe some of the blood that had escaped—he knew there wasn’t a length he wouldn’t go to, a corner on earth he wouldn’t walk to in order to keep you safe.

There was nothing more important to Jake Seresin than his best friend. There was nothing more important to him than his best friend’s daughter.

“I'm not gonna sleep.” It was the honest truth. Jake knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep after this. “I'm gonna clean this mess up and see if I can find something in the garage to board that window panel up.” Reaching out to help you up, Jake groaned as his knees cracked. “If you can’t sleep just watch TV, but stay upstairs.”

“I should probably help you clean up.” There was some level of shock in your voice, Jake could hear it. Your voice quivered when you dropped your head again to look at the mess around your feet.

“Y/n?” With a fingertip to your chin, Jake forced you to look up at him—in the eyes that met his was a look of fear, a look of genuine panic. You were terrified. If this was Jaidyns minor what was his end game. What lengths was he willing to go?

“Yeah?” But what Jaidyn wasn’t counting on was the lengths Jake Seresin would go to in response.

“I wasn’t asking you, I was telling you.” Jake hissed, his teeth gritted as he clenched his jar, holding back the urge to run out the front door and met Jaidyn as his own—fuck him up beyond the point of return. “Go get your daughter and sleep in my room.”

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“Rooster, I'm telling you, I'm gonna kill him.” There's a lot that goes into getting Odette Dolan ready for daycare. Jake considers himself a pro when he's out the door with a whole five minutes to spare. Jakes strapping his favorite little girl into her booster seat that's nestled in the back of the car he’s borrowing from Penny. “He threw a brick through my goddamn window!”

“It could have been worse Jake, at least the three of you are alright.” Bradley, at this very moment in time, had to be the one who kept his composure. If he riled Jake up enough he was worried he'd actually commit a crime. “How was Fe this morning?” Rooster had an early start, same as you, he'd been on base for the better half of two hours before Jake had even gotten himself out the front door. You had been gone even longer, a crisp five am start did not bode well after your three in the morning fright.

“Quiet.” Jake replied, Bradley could hear it in Jake's voice that he was holding the phone up against his ear and shoulder while strapping Odette into her booster chair. “What a low life honestly, he's lucky I didn't beat his damn door down and ring his neck.”

“Alright, easy up Al Capone we’ll deal with it.” Bradley sighed into the phone as he took a bite of the blueberry muffin he'd picked up at the little coffee cart that usually opened far too early. “Just get Dot to daycare before you have an aneurysm. I'll stop by the workshop and see how she's doing.”

“Kay, but I’m not happy man.” Jake was furious, he always knew ever since you showed up at his doorstep near dead just what Jaidyn was capable of but for some reason it seemed as though everything had been a figment of his own imagination. He’d never seen it play out before–until there was a brick in his foyer with the word whore written in red sitting amongst a sea of shattered glass. Noone got to call you a whore, no one but him that was, in the most loving way you could ever call your sister a whore. And more importantly, no one got throw a fucking brick through his window without consequence. “Odette could have been hurt, Y/n could have been hurt, I’m gonna stab him in the eye–”

“You are not bro.” Rooster laughed, saunting his way into your workshop, sending you a soft wave when he caught you at your desk, a hard boiled egg half way in your mouth. “I gotta go, kiss Dot for me.”

“Bye Tooster, love you handsome.” Jake replied teasingly before he hung up. Turning his attention to clipping Dot up. “Right, off to daycare we go.” Jake loved his drop off days. Tuesdays and Thursdays you'd start at the ass crack of dawn–leaving Jake to get your little girl to daycare. “Don't tell Mama but I put an extra babybel cheese in your snack box because I know you like those and those cucumbers just aren't gonna cut it, are they?”

“Nope.” Dot cooed, smiling back at her uncle Jake like he hung all the stars in the night sky just for her. “I dont tell.” Watching with a cheesy grin as Dot beamed up at him, Jake's heart melted. He’d lay his life down for you and your daughter any day of the week. “Mamma don't know.”

“You and your mama are gonna be the death of me kid.” Jake chuckled as he double checked the buckles that kept Dot strapped in, ruffling her hair before he shut the door. “The goddamn death of me.”

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“I'd offer to share my muffin but you seem pretty content with that egg Fe.” Bradley Bradshaw had never found you more attractive than he did when he saw you sitting at your worship desk eating a few hard boiled eggs for breakfast. He’d seen you naked, he’d held you in the most intimate of ways, but this sight right before his very eyes had topped the cake. Leaning in to wrap his arm around your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head. “Morning beautiful, heard you had a pretty interesting night?”

“Oh god–” Rolling your eyes as you spoke with a mouth full of egg–you held a hand over your mouth to keep some of your dignity intact. “I didnt wanna be a bother Rooster, I would have called but–”

“No need to explain–” Braldey understood, you didn't need to explain the ins and outs of your thought process. “I'm just glad you're okay.”it was a simple comment, but it made your heart skip a beat inside your chest. Smile butterfly-like movements made your stomach growl and you weren't sure if it was because you were starving or if Bradley had made your stomach do backflips. “Just got off the phone with Hangman, he's running early for daycare drop off, for once.”

“Far out he was fuming, I swear I saw smoke coming out his ears at one point.” You teased, stifling a chuckle as you rolled your eyes and took another bite of your egg. Consuming the rest of it before wiping your hands on your overalls. “Will you be careful up there today?” Your voice was soft as you turned on your stool, allowing Braldey to stand between your legs as you wrapped your arms around his waist, drawing him close. “If Jaidyns throwing bricks through windows I'm sure he's gonna be just as manic in the sky as he is on the ground.”

“I dunno if he’ll even get a chance to get up today if Jake gets a hold of the guy.” Bradley cooed, cupping your face between his hands. It made you laugh, genuinely. Although you feared for everyone around you and your own safety, the way Jake and Bradley were handling the situation just made you all the more confident in the fact this was where you were meant to be. “So, I'm not pressing eggy–” Lingering between his statement and his question, Bradley placed a gentle kiss against your lips as he tilted your chin up. “But have you given any more thought as to if you wanna ditch your current roomie?”

“I thought I didn't even have to give you an answer?” You had already decided what you wanted to do, but that didn't mean it was the right thing to do. For once in your life though you wanted to do something you wanted to do, give into temptation. Working to slide your hands promiscuously down the small of Roosters back, trailing your nails down his ass. Watching with a wild smirk as drank in the expression Bradley gave you. One of lust and desire. “Or are you that obsessed with me you need to hear me say i'll move in with you Braldey Bradshaw.”

“I was really hoping that that was going to be your answer–” Bradley was beaming ear to ear as he leaned in to take your lips hostage, moaning into your touch as you squeezed his ass cheeks playfully. “Because already emptied a bedside table for you baby.”

“That's so hot.” Teasing, couldn't break the kiss even if you wanted to. Bradleys hands were roaming your body as your tongue danced with his. Standing between your legs he was quick to start undoing the buttons on your overalls. “Talk dirty to me more Bradshaw.”

“I'll even let you have your own rack in the shower–” Your hands made the journey from Rooster's ass to his chest, slowly undoing the buttons that kept his flight suit together. One by one you made your way down his chest–still drinking him in like he was the oxygen you needed to breathe. “If you're lucky.”

“Rooster–” The only thing that had Bradley stopping his assault on your mouth was the fact he wanted to give the little spot that sat right under your ear a little attention. Leaving marks up and down your neck as he did so, moving his hand between your legs, spreading them further apart as he stood as close to you as he possibly could. “Bradley!” It made you squeal when Bradleys hand came to rest against your core through your overalls, damn those fucking work overalls, they really were functional for all the wrong reasons right now.

“Yeah baby?” Rooster smirked against your neck as he felt all the blood rushing from his head down south, suddenly his boxer briefs had never felt so tight.

“I really wanna fuck you right now.” You whispered as you turned to kiss Braldeys earlobe, pulling it between your teeth before letting go. “But I wouldn't wanna damage government property on government grounds.” For the first time in a long time, Bradley Bradshaw felt like a teenager, looking around in a frenzy to see if anyone was around out on the tarmac or walking towards your workshop.

“There's not a soul in sight Y/n.” Bradleys cheeks were flushed red, he’d never been so needy before, your touch drove him crazy like he’d been deprived of touch his entire life. “Come on, i'll have sex with you, you wanna wanna have sex with me? There's a perfectly good couch right there–”

“As much as I'd love to have sex with you at work, Bradshaw, I finish my break in two minutes.”

“I only need one, come on–” Bradley had you up over his shoulder in three seconds, running you over towards the couch as you laughed and beamed as bright as you could. To you this was all the love you ever needed.

“Rooster! All the blood in my body is rushing to my head! Put me down!”

“Uh—am I interrupting something?” Phoenix chuckled as she made herself known. “I mean I can always come back later?” Bradley froze, still holding you over his shoulder as you slumped, letting your arms hang low. “But I kinda need Felix to check my oxygen valve.”

“Sure Tash.” You sighed, wiggling out of Bradley’s grasp as he crouched. “Rooster, put me down baby I gotta get back to work.” It was with nothing but a reluctant sigh that Bradley did as he was told.

“We can pick this up tonight back at our place can’t we?” It was a simple question that held so much promise. Bradley Bradshaw had never felt so whole before. Looking at the shock that plastered itself across your face, he knew he’d said something unintentionally. “What? What’s wrong?”

“You said Our place?” He’d said it without hesitation, that’s what had really shocked you the most. “Don’t you mean your place?”

“Well no Baby, if you’re going to be moving in of course it’s gonna be our place.” Bradley beamed, kissing your temple before to swallowed the reality he’d be walking around base with blue balls all day. “I’ll see ya later Fe.”

“Bye—“ You chuckled, softly tapping Rooster on the ass as he turned on his heels.

“I hate you and your bad timing—“ Bradley stopped to groan at Phoenix, adjusting himself as he did his Flight Suit up.

“You’ll thank me later when you aren’t served a cease and desist.”

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“Oh we’re getting big aren’t we darling girl.” As soon as Jake had Dot out of the car and settled on his hip with her purple backpack strapped around his shoulder, Jake's heart dropped when he saw Jaidyn leaning against the brickwork of the entryway of SunnySide Daycare. “Shit—“

“I tried to wait in the front office but the bitch behind the counter told me I wasn’t welcome.” Jaidyn growled as he pushed off the wall, making his way over to Jake as he held Odette a little tighter. Feeling her hand grip at the collar of his flight suit.

“What are you doing here?” With all the strength he had, Jake was civil. He couldn’t start an argument here, not in front of his nieces daycare centre even if every bone in his body was letting him to fuck this guys shit up.

“I wanted to see my daughter, you know—the one you and that Bradshaw guy keep playing pass the parcel with.” Jaidyn spat as he tried to reach for Dot, Jake just turned his hip, making sure the distance between the man who never wanted Dot in the first place and herself was of adequate proportion. “I’m still her father, Seresin.”

“Oh yeah? In whose fun house mirror?” Jake smirked as Odette held him a little tighter, she didn’t know her dad to be a good man. The world could be a scary place for such a small human being and she really didn’t know all that much being two. But what Dot did know though was that she felt in danger around Jaidyn Dolan. “She was never your daughter and never will be.”

“Yeah I always had my fucking suspicions about you.” This wasn’t the time nor the place to be having a confrontation, not wanting to entertain it any longer Jake just sighed, readjusted Odette on his hip before pushing past Jaidyn to make his way into the daycare. Only for Jaidyn to try and reef Odetter from Jake's grip, stopping him in his tracks as Jake turned with wide eyes in shock horror. “SHE'S MY DAUGHTER!”

“AND YET SHE'S TERRIFIED OF YOU! I'M THE ONE SHE TRUSTS!” Odette hated when those she loved raised their voices around her, her tears felt like acid to Jake as he heard her begin to cry and grip him tighter after she'd nearly been ripped from the safety of his arms.

“Your mother is poisoning you against me sweetheart.” Jaidyn cooed as he tried to reach out and brush Dots head. She turned her face into Jake's shoulder as she tried to bury herself into him. “Daddy misses you princess, but i'll get you back baby, daddys gonna get you back.”

“Jaidyn, I swear to Christ am not I’m not doing this with you here—“ Jake mumbled under his breath as he pushed the front door open. “Hi Melissa, can you call the cops for me?” Jake asked as he walked in, his eyes immediately meeting the woman who’d been there when you’d first enrolled Odette. An older woman who’d immediately had a soft spot for you and your little girl. “Tell them that there’s a guy in the parking lot who’s a danger to others.” Jake tried to keep his composure as he handed Dot over to one of the early educators who had been watching from the window.

“Should we call her mother?” He didn’t quite catch her name as he shook his head no. Passing over the purple bag.

“I’ve got it covered, as long as he doesn’t come in the building I wouldn’t bother her about it, she’d only worry.” Jake smiled, crouching down to eye level with Odette as she stood holding the ladies hand. Looking at Jake all kinds of confused. “Have a good day Dotty, remember, that extra babybel stays between you and me, alright?”

“Otay Jakey—“ Dot nodded, ever the good little girl she’d raised to be. Heading off with her early educators all the while Jake cracked his neck and clenched his jaw and wondered if this dickhead was really worth doing time over.

“Lieutenant Seresin the police are on their way over.” Melissa croaked out as she watched Jake storm out the front doors, pushing his palm against the glass like it wouldn't buckle under his strength.

“Bet shes not even fucking mine!” Jaidyn scoffed out as Jake approached him once again, now childless. “That fucking whore was probably fucking you on the side the entire time we were together.” it hadnt been the first time Jake had heard that accusation, but it had been a few years since the last time when his own mother had asked if the two of you had ever slept together. The answer always remained the same, no. “She always spoke so highly of you, like you were a fucking god amongst men, well guess what! I ain't letting you play daddy to my little girl!” One thing that really made Jake's blood boil to no end was the fact Jaidyn had the audacity to claim Odette as his daughter when he never wanted her in the first place.

“If only Odette were to be that lucky.” Jake was quick to retaliate the claims Jaidyn spat. “My biggest regret was introducing her to you, you fucking cunt of a thing.” It wasn't that Jake had planned on starting an all out brawl in front of Odette Dolans daycare centre, but the opportunity had presented itself to him on a silver platter. Shoving at Jaidyns chest just to watch broad shoulders man stumble back a little. “You’re lucky you're not already in a hospital somewhere breathing through a goddamn tube!”

“Careful there Jakey boy, we wouldn't want you tarnishing that golden boy aesthetic you've got going on.” It was as if a switch inside Kaidyn had flipped, the manically smirk he wore had been something Jake had never bore witness to. He, for even just a brief moment–was afraid of the lengths Jaidyn would go to in the car park of his daughter's daycare. “I should have gotten rid of you when I had the chance.” Any intention to start a war now was out the window, Jake was only planning on roughing him up a little bit.

But when Jake saw the undeniable shine of a knife slip down after being concealed in Jaidyns flight suit, Jake backed off quicker than he would have liked to admit. This was far more serious than he ever thought it was. Sure you'd told him time and time again just how unhinged he was and how if he had the chance he'd kill you, but Jake for some reason thought that was impossible now that you were here in North Island surrounded by people who loved you and who would protect you.

“Is that a threat?” Jake replied as he stepped back, tucking his sleeves up to his elbows. “Because if I didn't know any better I'd say that was a threat.” How this guy had been able to keep this level of physiopathy from the Navy Jake had no idea. The super glue Jaidyn must have used to keep his mask on tight needed more publicity. “But before you do anything stupid, Zeus, just so were ont he same page here–” Jake could see the police car rolling slowly into the car park behind where Jaidyn stood. “You will have to walk over my dead body to get anywhere near Odette, or Y/n.”

“Mate, that can easily be arranged.” Jake didn't know what was happening until it was already happening, Jaidyn was coming at him with a common grade kitchen knife. With fight of flight kicking in, Jake ducked, sending Jaidyn over his shoulder and onto the gravel. “Fuck you Seresin.”

“I'm out of your league.” Jake replied as he straddled Jaidyns waist, laying a few heavy hitters against his face, blooding his knuckles as the knife laid discarded under a nearby car. He’d lost it, he was in it now. Blinded by a rage so dark it almost felt like Jake had tunnel vision as his fist came down against Jaidyns face. He knew this was what the guy wanted, but so be it for a few seconds of guilt free revenge.

“Hey! HEY!” With arms pulling him up and off Jaidyn, Jake looked over his shoulder and saw two men in uniform. The police officers. For a moment Jake really did think they were just pulling him off Jaidyn to give him a breather, but when they didn't let up–Jake frowned.

“Woah! Woah what are you doing!” Before Jake could even register what was truly happening, or the trap he;d fallen into, He was being pressed up against the back of the police car, with his hand pulled up and around the small of his back. “He had a fucking knife! The call was about him!” The cooling sensation of metal handcuffs kissed Jake's wrists as shock flooded his system. Holy shit this wasnt fucking happening.

“Sorry Seresin, guess I'll tell the admirals you’ll be a little late this morning?” Jaidyn hissed as he spat a glob of blood onto the ground, his teeth were all bloodied which made his maniacal smile all the more gut churning as Jake looked at him with nostrils flaring and a clenched jaw over his shoulder. “I'll be sure to press charges.” With a wink, Jaidyn dusted himself off before leaving the scene, seemingly unrattled by the police officers who let him walk away with ease. This was what was wrong with the justice system.

“This is such bullshit! He came at me with a knife!” with panic lacing his voice and a ball of fear caught in his throat, jake watched as Jaidyn made his way to his car, he watched as some o the early educators came out to see what all the fuss was about, he saw the looks on their faces and his heart sank into his chest. “Don't call Y/n!” He shouted. “Don't call her!”

“Sir you have the right to remain silent, anything you said can be used against you in the court of law.” The police officer who had Jake restrained against the hood of the car reminded him with a gruff tone, clearly not amused by the Naval Aviator's actions. Jake had fucked up, he knew it. He shouldn't have played into Jaidyns game.

“Fuck–!”

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The lyrics to Hilltop Hoods “OOFT” played through your speakers as you worked on the F-14 that still sat in one of your bays. Standing underneath the fossil you teased Captain Mitchell about on a regular basis, you heard footsteps approaching from behind as you stifled a giggle thinking it was Bradley.

“Back already?” It had only been about an hour since Rooster left with his tail between his legs and a hard on that was throbbing. “I'm busy Bradshaw, cut a girl some slack.”

“Well if Bradshaws being a bother baby I can see he won't come near you ever again.” Your entire body shivered as Jaidyns' voice cut through the song lyrics. “Just say the words.” Turning around to face your ex, you held in a shaky breath, holding your ground because you were at work right, he wouldn't pull a stunt at work. “I miss you–”

“Yeah, because throwing a brick through someone's window just screens take me back, doesn't it Jaidyn.” You couldn't have rolled your eyes any harder if you tried to as you pushed past him. “Listen, I don't feel comfortable being alone with you in my workshop, so unless you need something, I'd rather you leave me to work in peace.”

“I do need something.” Jaidyn replied as he followed you back to your desk like a lost puppy. “I need you back, I need my girls.”

“That's rich.” You said it just loud enough that you could hear it, but Jaidyn only heard you mumble. “I'm not interested, and as for seeing your daughter I don’t think that's a good idea without getting a lawyer involved.”

“Let me guess, you're not interested because you've shacked up with that Rooster guy, haven't you?” You could feel the atmosphere around you shifting, Jaidyn knew he made you nervous, so standing a little too close inside your personal space gave him the advantage he needed. “And fuck a lawyer you self richious bitch, thats my daughter just as much as she is yours and if I wanna see her I have every right to.”

“I'm at work Lieutenant Dolan, this isn't the place to be doing–” Jaidyn didn't let you finish before he was slapping you across the cheek at full force. So hard it made your head go with the force of the back of his hand. In shock you squealed, bringing your hand up to cup your burning cheek as your jaw remained slack. “I tried to tell Jake that this morning, but he didn't quite get the memo.”

“What did you do to Jake!” You hissed as you turned back to face your ex, he’d begun to back you up against the nearest wall, a blood lust evanent in his dark eyes. “Jaidyn where the fuck is Jake–” When your back hit the wall and Jaidyns arms came to grip at your forearms, pressing his thumb into the pressure points in your biceps, you hissed. “Ow–Ow you're hurting me.”

“You know, I'm getting pretty sick of the way you're acting.” It wasn't a tone you were unfamiliar with, but it didn't make it any easier to listen to. “I really do miss you sweetheart, take me back.” Jaidyn was on another planet if he thought you were going to take him back after everything he’d done to you, but that was always the way, wasn't it, with narcissistic assholes like him?

“I don't wanna be with you–” You sobbed, feeling Jaidyns hot lips against your neck as he leaned in. “Get off me!”

“You know I really do feel for that Bradshaw guy.” Jaidyn sighed as he felt him sink his teeth into your neck. “He doesn't know what he got himself into with you, does he?” You couldn't hold back your tears as you silently sobbed. Jaidyns hand roaming your body, bringing flashbacks with them. You could feel yourself falling through the cracks, like discarded cigarette ash. “He doesn't know how to take care of you like I do and I really, really wouldn't want to see him get hurt–” You felt it before you saw it. The sharp point of some sort of knife pressing into your side. “So I'm gonna ask you one more time sweetheart.” Hot tears streamed down your cheeks freely and without hesitation as you tried to stop your bottom lip from quivering.

“Take me back?”

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