#jake and morgan

[bitchinbarzal]

like father, like son | the middletons

summary: Maverick watches his dad take care of his mom in all the little ways—and decides he wants to do the same.

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Maverick Middleton was a sponge. At four years old, he absorbed everything around him — the way his big sister tied her shoes, the way his mom kissed his forehead when she tucked him in, the way his dad laughed with his whole chest when something was really, truly funny.

And lately, he had been watching his dad a lot.

It started small.

“Here, Mama” Mavericks chubby fingers wrapped around the fridge handle, struggled to tug it open. His brow furrowed in determination, little legs braced against the floor “I got it”

Morgan blinked at him from where she stood by the sink “What do you mean, baby?”

“I get your drink” he explained as he heaved the door open, grabbing the can of sparkling water she always had with dinner “Like Daddy does”

Her heart melted as she accepted it, a smile tugging at her lips “Thank you, Mav. That’s so sweet”

From then on, the little moments kept coming.

He insisted on opening doors for her, stretching on his tiptoes to reach the handle before she could “I do it, Mama” he’d say, puffing out his chest.

He held her hand when they walked on the sidewalk, always making sure he was closest to the road. When Maisie tried to switch spots with him, he shook his head “No. Daddy says we keep Mama safe”

He even started using the nicknames he heard from Jake.

“Good morning, sweetheart” Maverick chirped one day as Morgan helped him put on his socks.

Maisie giggled into her cereal “That’s what daddy calls her”

“Yeah” Maverick said matter-of-factly, swinging his legs “So i call her that too”

By the time Jake came home from practice that afternoon, Morgan was ready to burst.

“Your son” she started as Jake walked through the front door, bag in hand “is the sweetest boy in the world”

Jake raised an eyebrow, looking between her and Maverick, who was currently untying his sneakers in the entryway “What’d he do?”

Maverick grinned up at him, excited to share “I helped Mama today!”

Jake crouched down, ruffling his hair “Oh yeah? What’d you help her with, bud?”

“I got her drink” Maverick said proudly “And I held the door. And I held her hand when we walked”

Jake’s lips curled into a smile as he glanced at Morgan, a knowing look in his eyes “That so?”

Maverick nodded, bouncing on his heels. “And I called her sweetheart”

Maisie, ever the instigator, piped up from the living room “He said it just like you, Daddy”

Jake chuckled, glancing back at Morgan before turning to his son “That’s pretty great, Mav”

Maverick’s little face lit up at the praise “I do it ‘cause you do”

Jake stilled for a moment, his expression softening. “Yeah?”

“Yeah” Maverick said simply “You do nice things for Mama, so I do, too”

Morgan felt her heart swell, eyes stinging with emotion. There was something about hearing her son say it out loud that made it even sweeter.

Jake’s gaze met hers, full of love and quiet pride, before he reached for Maverick and pulled him into a hug. “You’re a good kid, buddy” he murmured, pressing a kiss to his messy curls “The best”

Maverick giggled against his shoulder “Just like you, Daddy”

Jake swallowed hard, his grip tightening just a little.

And in that moment, with their little boy beaming in his dad’s arms and Maisie giggling in the background, Morgan was sure—there was no better love in the world than this.

[marigold-field]

nothing, and i mean NOTHING, compares to joining a new fandom and reading through all the ____ x reader tags. it’s akin to opening gifts on christmas or recieving a package in the mail. actually, scratch that; it’s th equivalent of ascending to the heavens

[rana030]

Can someone explain to me why everyone likes to describe their readers as innocent, shy, with no social skills whatsoever??? I want a more outgoing!reader with a bit of personality if you know what i mean.

If you guys have any recommendations please drop them in the comments.

[price-is-dreamy]

[mieczyslawn]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ★ . . . my boyfriend’s pretty cool

[639-hear-me-out-bby]

playlist: back to being friends by sombr guilty as sin? by taylor swift (rachel bochner ver.) the hardest part by olivia dean

the living room couch cradled me as i sat on his lap, straddling him. his eyes followed the path of his hands as they trailed along my plush sides, then paused to give my thighs a gentle squeeze. he looked up at me, eyes glossed and enthralled.

“still so fuckin’ pretty,” he murmured.

i closed my eyes as he leaned in, closing the space between us. i braced for the feel of his lips—but instead, there was only a breath of air between us, his exhale brushing softly against mine. i opened my eyes to find him gazing at me like i’d hung the stars in the sky.

his hand rose to my neck, fingers gentle as they traced along my jaw. his other hand found mine, guiding it to his chest.

"feel this heartbeat? that’s what you do to me—every beat, every thud, it’s all you," he said slowly, his eyes locking onto mine.

“don’t do this. w-we can’t,” i pleaded, eyes glossing over as i shut them. i leaned my forehead against his with a shaky sigh.

"then we stop." his voice was barely above a whisper, but it wrapped around me like a promise. his hands loosened their grip, falling still on my sides, though his forehead stayed pressed to mine. the silence between us pulsed, thick with everything unsaid.

“i just don’t want you to get hurt,” he said, softer this time, like the words themselves might shatter us. "but i don’t know if i can keep pretending that i don’t want you… that i haven’t always wanted you."

my fingers clenched lightly at his shirt, still resting against his chest. i could feel the thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palm—steady, strong, wanting.

“you think i’m scared of getting hurt?” i whispered, a shaky laugh escaping me. “i’ve been hurt by you before… but that doesn’t stop me from wanting you, does it? you’ve always been my weakness.”

the words hung in the air, thick with the weight of everything unsaid. the faint patter of rain against the window added to the stillness, its rhythmic tap an almost haunting reminder of how long we’d waited. i pulled away, searching his eyes for something—maybe the same fear, the same longing. then he said, "then let me show you how sorry i am,” he murmured, his voice low, filled with a need that mirrored my own.

without another word, i crashed my lips against his, hungry and breathless. his hand tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. his other hand gripped my waist, guiding my hips against his with a desperate kind of need. shaky moans and low grunts slipped from his lips, each sound a reminder of how much we’d both been holding back.

the rain outside continued its steady pitter patter, but inside, the world had fallen away, leaving only us—caught in the heat of a moment that would have no easy end.

a/n: prompts from @urfriendlywriter !! hoping this lil piece would break my stump. ciao!

[unlikelykidpost]

Somebody brought this up in my last post. In the comments or reblog, I can't remember, but when you look up the tag character x reader, people put their OCs in that tag... LIKE WTF?!?! It's not serious, but I'm just like come on now. I'm not looking to read about your character, no shade— but I'm here to read about ME and that specific character, not your OC... AND THEN!!! SOMETIMES THEY DON'T EVEN PUT IT IN THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY, THEY JUST DO IT... And then you're like wait a minute. My name is not Katie or Sarah or Jane?!?!? LIKE WHAT?!?!

And then it be the goofies oc ever with the GOOFIES outfits.. STOP WITH THAT SHIT!!! ty for listening to my ted talk

[picturedmen]

The Game | MENATPLAY (2014)

[sebystann]

Okay, hear me out, guys! I have been in the mood to read some fanfics recently, but all I keep running into is smut! I like a little smut sometimes, but guys, I'm in the mood for some angst, something to make me fucking feel something! Where are the angsty writers??? I want to cry not get all hot and bothered.

[meowgumi10]

I love old men, if they real or not

[bitchinbarzal]

Kevin Fucking Fiala | Jake & Morgan

Jake knew this trip was going to be a disaster the moment he stepped off the plane in Switzerland.

It should’ve been simple—Timo and Singer’s wedding, a weekend of celebrating their friends, a chance to spend some uninterrupted time with Morgan. But then Kevin Fiala walked through the hotel lobby with a smirk, and suddenly, the weekend wasn’t simple at all.

Jake clenched his jaw, watching Kevin greet Morgan with the kind of familiarity that made his stomach churn. He knew why, of course.

Timo had set them up while he and Morgan were broken up.

He hadn’t even found out until months later, long after he and Morgan had found their way back to each other. He didn’t have the right to be mad—not really. They weren’t together at the time. But that didn’t mean he wanted to watch Kevin flirt with her across the dinner table at the rehearsal dinner.

Jake stabbed his fork into his pasta. Hard.

Morgan, oblivious or maybe just ignoring his mood, smiled at Kevin “It’s so good to see you! How’s LA treating you?”

Kevin’s grin widened “It’s been good. But Switzerland? Much better” His eyes flickered to hers in a way that made Jake’s fingers tighten around his fork.

She laughed softly, and Jake swore he felt it in his chest.

What the hell was she laughing at? Was Kevin even funny?

He didn’t realize he was gripping his fork too tight until Morgan’s hand landed on his thigh. He jolted slightly, looking at her in surprise. She barely glanced at him, but her fingers squeezed gently, grounding him.

Still, the irritation simmered as dinner went on. Kevin was just… there. Talking to Morgan. Making her smile. And sure, he knew Morgan was with him. He knew she loved him. But jealousy had wrapped itself around his chest like a vice, and he couldn’t shake it.

So when Kevin pulled Morgan aside after dinner, Jake saw red.

He crossed the distance in a few long strides, catching the tail end of Kevin’s sentence.

“—thought maybe we could catch up”

Jake scoffed. Loudly. “Yeah? Catch up on what, exactly?”

Morgan sighed “Jake—”

“No, I’m curious” Jake interrupted, his eyes locked on Kevin “What exactly do you and my girlfriend need to catch up on?”

Kevin raised an eyebrow “Relax, Middleton. We were just talking”

“Yeah, well, talk somewhere else”

Kevin smirked “Still jealous?”

Jake bristled “Not jealous”

Morgan snorted beside him, and he shot her a look.

Kevin chuckled “Sure, buddy”

Jake took a step forward, but Morgan’s hand pressed against his chest, stopping him “Okay, that’s enough,” she said, looking between the two of them. She turned to Kevin first “It was good to see you, but I think it’s best we just leave it at that”

Kevin held up his hands in mock surrender “Fair enough. Enjoy the wedding” He shot Jake a smug look before walking away.

Jake exhaled sharply, but before he could say anything, Morgan grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the terrace.

The cool night air hit him, but it did nothing to soothe his frustration. Morgan turned to face him, arms crossed.

“What the hell was that?” she asked.

Jake ran a hand through his hair “He was flirting with you”

“He was not” she said, exasperated “And even if he was, what does it matter?”

Jake stared at her “What does it matter?” He let out a bitter laugh “Morgan, he—” He paused, shaking his head “I know you went on dates with him”

Morgan’s expression softened slightly “Jake—”

“I know we weren’t together, I get it. But that doesn’t mean I wanna watch him look at you like that. Like he still has a chance” His voice was gruff, laced with something raw.

Morgan sighed, stepping closer “Jake, I went on two dates with him. That’s it”

Jake frowned “Timo made it sound like more”

Morgan rolled her eyes “Because Timo likes drama. I wasn’t interested, okay? He was nice, but he wasn’t you”

Jake blinked, his frustration flickering into something else “Yeah?”

She smiled, reaching up to cup his face “Yeah, you idiot”

He huffed, his hands sliding around her waist “You could’ve told me that earlier”

“I thought you knew” she teased “You’re the one I came here with, you’re the one I’m leaving with. You’re the one I love, Jake”

The knot in his chest finally loosened. He ducked his head, pressing his forehead to hers “I love you too, Morgs”

“Good” She leaned up and kissed him, slow and sweet, and suddenly, nothing else mattered.

Not Kevin. Not Timo’s meddling.

Just her.

[small-spanish-face]

19 gay little microbes.

[nylwnder]

ATLANTIC DIVISION CHAMPIONS 💙

[hornymggstan]

the female urge to obsess over a fictional character or artist and suddenly have your entire fyp full of his edits, a pinterest board exclusively about it, a03/wattpad/tumblr full of fanfics, your gallery full with its photos and talk about him to your friends an mum like he is your boyfriend

[3416]

oh my GODD LOOK AT THEM ALL........ HELP ME HELP ME.. it's a REUNION

[salv12dexter]

Tagging

Y'all need start tagging y'all fanfics correctly. I don't want to read y'all sucking dick. Y'all be doing that on purpose.

You giving head while they used to chop off yours.

It's not feminist if you're attacking women for being uncomfortable with something. Fiction or not.