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bonefall · 2 years

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Questions

Does Squirrelflight have another mate or kits (Juniper and Dandelion) or is she chillin?

Does Russetfur have kits? She’s a clean slate if you don’t have her and Raggedstar share a father. I’ve seen some say Redwillow could work as her son but who knows.

What’s Bramblestar and Jessy’s relationship like? Same with their kits

Hope your day going great bones and remember to hydrate

Does Squilf have another mate or kits?

Not currently! I don't think she really needs one, honestly. I know a lot of people write her as finding happiness with someone else after breaking away from Bramble, but in my mind, I want to give her satisfaction in her family, in power over her clan, in doing the right thing, in all of the other things in her life more important than romantic love.

I wouldn't be against letting her get with someone though! But only if it shakes up that way as I get into the specifics of the story. Imo it's more important to give her a satisfying arc with finding a new mate as a possible nice bonus, if that makes sense.

(I will mention that Daisy is the only current candidate, as they are both having arcs about moving on from bad mates and they might end up having a lot in common. But also this is just a scintilla of an idea at the moment.)

She will also not be having any bio-kits; Squilf is infertile! Weird that they just sorta obliterated the only fertility issues in the whole series...

Does Russetfur get kits?

Not impossible! But unlikely. Something about Russetfur to me feels child-free.

If she has kits, she will probably be a surrogate and the litter will be raised by another couple, ergo be counted as that couple's children for all intents and purposes.

I do want to casually drop, though, that Hal will be getting some major rewrites. He is now a leader of BloodClan, and, I am tentatively planning large changes to how Chelford Township cats view fatherhood. Depending on how those changes go, it might not even be relevant if Hal is their sire or not.

Bramblestar and Jessy

I think the biggest thing to remember with abusive partners is that there's no perfect partner that could 'fix' them. Though growth is possible and I very strongly believe that anyone can change, I feel equally as strongly that most abusers don't. So, I'm actually reaaaally trying to be careful with them.

I don't want to frame Bramble as someone incapable of improvement... but at the same time, I'm not sure if he's the sort of person who actually would. Especially with him being the Clan Leader, an unaccountably high social position. That said, I'm also not interested in just turning Bramblestar into a demon that I just beat with the narrative for catharsis, if that makes sense...

I am leaning towards having them together for a few books, before Jessy breaks it off with him after Bramblestar, inevitably, starts up the cycle anew with her.

I even actually considered her taking Alder in the divorce, returning to her twolegs, with Alder eventually being drawn back to the Clans. To make for a more 'clear' reason why Bramble is so often dismissive of him and his concerns-- clan xenophobia. I'm not very fond of how AVOS glossed over Squilf and Bramble as parents, it ended up sort of implying both of them were toned down personality-wise.

But I'm still unsure if she even leaves ThunderClan, because she does end up with a very respectable position as an excellent builder and general problem-solver. I'm not sure if she should want to give that up.

So TL;DR I've been waffling a lot with my drafts and don't have hard answers yet.

The Bramble/Jessy litter

I mentioned Alderheart earlier, but Sparkpelt is kind of an inverse situation. No matter what happens with Jessy, Spark absolutely excels at her tasks and has a huge interest in clan history. She does a lot to impress her dad and live up to his legacy, hoping to continue the family tradition of becoming leaders of their clans.

Tigerstar is an inevitable part of that history, but Bramblestar named her after his mentor, Firestar. She holds him in high regard, a sort of familial respect towards the cat who saved their legacy by opposing Tigerstar. Because of this, she is apprenticed to Squirrelflight, and they become extremely close.

In contrast to canon that sort of implies Bramblestar was a better father to his first litter than to his second one, I think Bramble was more present for Sparkpaw. Not neccesarily as a nurturing father, but as a quite assertive one. Like a paternal teacher of sorts, keeping her informed on the family stories, social expectations, doing a lot of personal training. Not in a strict way, more... authoritative, is probably the best word for it. Still somewhat emotionally distant, however, though he is trying.

He is also proooobably prone to jealousy, when Sparkpaw is closer to her mentor than to him. I think this eventually causes fights to break out between father and daughter, as Bramble suddenly gets colder and Sparkpelt realizes that she can't just over-achieve her way out of his emotional problems.

I have a huge fondness for complex family dynamics, in case it isn't obvious.

ANYWAY I'm running out of room for Dandelionkit and Juniperkit to fit into the narrative, honestly. I've considered their deaths to be the start of "The Fight" that lead to Jessy and Bramble's kitty divorce, but I don't think Bramblestar is THAT KIND of bad. If anything, it would temporarily cause him to treat Jessy less badly, if they had brewing issues, as these situations make him do in-canon.

I may end up just eliminating them both entirely... giving them to Squilf as a rough pregnancy and stillborn litter seems cruel, unless I shuffle them back earlier to be 'born' at the same time as Holly/Lion/Jay.

#Thanks for the Rewrite asks btw #Makes a good break between me violently shaking main series characters in my mouth #Bonefall Rewrite #I did have a good day btw!#We had like 7 graves to visit and managed to tag 5 before the rain chased us out #Found out apparently I have an ancestor who drove tanks in WW2 so that's cool!#When we visited my Great Great Grandpa we started googling the division he served in and the sun came out as my mom read it out loud #Like right before the clouds rolled back in and it started raining #It was both awe-inspiring and funny because it was right around the moment she says #`Apparently (division) served /w British infantry and got jam and tea as rations causing them to descend on France in search of real food`#Like GGGrandpa was out here trying to REALLY DRIVE IT HOME that British rations sucked LMAOOO #Used his magic ghost powers to make the sun shine down upon dunking on the British #Absolute legend thank you GG Grandpa #Bramblestar #Russetfur #Sparkpelt #Squirrelflight #Alderheart #Jessy #Jesse

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abitbatty · 1 year

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Cast on something fancy! I used my credit at Eat.Sleep.Knit. to buy a couple of skeins of fingering weight silk in the Aguas color way from Malabrigo. I would have normally put off casting on something like this until I finished something "practical"...but I didn't wanna. The yarn was too pretty.

#knitting #eat.sleep.knit.#malabrigo #jessie maed designs #totally tank top #sometimes practical is overrated

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hgfictionwriter · 3 months

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Sizing Up

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie’s new strap arrives and she tests it out on you.

Warning: Smut! Big strap, size kink, praise kink, soft dom/sub, language.

A/N: Size kink request. Did my best! Bit of a muscle fixation, Jessie manhandling reader. Reader taking a large strap.

Credit to @stargirlsfc for the gif

"Guess what just arrived?"

Jessie came around the corner holding up a box. You shot up on your knees on the couch, leaning over the arm of it as your eyes lit up. She propped the box on her hip, eyeing you and up down and spoke before you could say anything.

"I'm going to be fucking you like that before the night is out."

Your bright-eyed smile turned into a wicked smirk.

"Is that so? That's pretty bold of you to assume," you taunted.

"Pretty bold of you to tease me, too," she returned as she set down the box and strode over to you. Your smile widened as she approached.

A small yelp escaped you as she effortlessly lifted you off the couch and over her shoulder, holding you in place by your legs. She walked you both into the middle of the room and you couldn't help yourself from squeezing her ass as she did.

It was no secret that you loved her muscles and the way she could manhandle you whenever she felt like it. You knew she'd never hurt you, and being at her whim and mercy did things to you.

When she gently set you down on your feet and straightened back up to see your face, she was met with an excited grin. You quickly leaned in, cupping her cheeks with your hands and giving her a kiss. She grinned back at you.

"For you," she announced as she handed you the package. You opened it and revealed the new strap you'd purchased together. You bit your lip before looking up at her. She had her hands on her hips and she surveyed you with a smirk.

"Sure you can take all of that, baby?" She asked with a mix of wonder and teasing.

"Is that a challenge?" You asked impishly as you pulled it from the box and wrapped your hand around the base before locking eyes with her once more.

"Mm, I'll make sure you're good and ready," she said. "I know my baby can take it." She leaned down and kissed the side of your neck before pulling back. "Wait here. I'll be back in a few minutes."

True to her word, Jessie returned a few minutes later. Except this time, when she rounded the corner she was down to her boxers, which had a very noticeable bulge. You bit your lip in anticipation once more as she walked towards you.

You immediately placed a hand on her bulge as she came up to you and you smiled through a breathy laugh.

“Excited to see me?” You teased.

“Always,” Jessie replied without missing a beat.

"You're so big," you said as you leaned in to kiss her.

She chuckled lightly and returned your kiss. "And it's only for you."

Without any further warning, she lifted you up, guiding your legs to lock around her waist, and she walked you towards the edge of the room until your back was against the wall.

You rest your head against the wall and looked down at her as she held you steady, her biceps popping in her tank top. You squeezed them appreciatively.

"God, you look good," you told her and she flexed them further under your grip. You let out a small moan.

You felt her dig her fingers into the bottoms of your thighs, spreading your legs further momentarily as she rolled her hips up against your center, the strap pressing against you for a moment. A clipped moan escaped you at the fleeting touch.

"Mm, I can't wait to see the way you take me," she said as she kneaded your thighs and began kissing your collarbone. "The way you'll stretch out around me."

Another moan formed in your chest as you tilted your head back and tried to pull her closer.

"You're going to fill me so good," you told her. She rolled her hips up into you again.

"I know, baby. And you take me so well."

You ground yourself down into her, the strap rubbing you through the fabric and you could feel your arousal starting to pool already.

"Wish I could fuck you like this whenever I wanted. Just slip inside you whenever I like."

You moaned as you kissed her deeply, wrapping your arms around her strong shoulders. You rocked your hips against the strap. "Mm, I'd love that. And I'd let you take me whenever you like."

"God, you're too good," she muttered as continued to press herself into you, providing you with friction and temporary relief, but making you desperate for more.

She set you down, a small whimper escaping you at the loss of contact, but began to undo your jeans. She reached her hand past the band of your panties and towards your radiating heat. She grinned as her fingers were met with your slick juices and a needy moan worked its way up your throat.

"Mm, so wet for me already,” she said, blatantly pleased.

You kissed her deeply as you moved with her fingers. “How could I not be?”

“Well let’s give you what you need,” Jessie said as she took a step back and gave you a nod. You gave a coy smile, knowing what she wanted.

You hooked your fingers over the band of your jeans and rocked your hips gently from side to side as you slowly and sensually shimmied them down your legs. You gave a self-satisfied smile at the way she watched you hungrily.

“Where do you want me?” You asked, a lilt in your voice.

“Over here, beautiful,” she said as she reached out a hand, taking yours and guiding you back to your earlier position on the couch. You leaned over the arm of the couch, pushing your ass out teasingly as you looked over your shoulder at her.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” she said as she ran a hand appreciatively up your thigh before gripping your ass. “And look at this,” she tut as she ran two thick fingers along your slit through the fabric of your panties. “Soaked right through.”

“Ruined just for you,” you said. A gleam in her eye caught your attention.

“Ruined?” She asked with a slight cock of her head. She brought up her other hand to your panties and suddenly you saw her forearms flex and the sound of fabric ripping filled the room.

Your jaw fell as she ran her fingers through your folds, now unobstructed by the fabric. A thrill went through you and you let out a laugh both bewildered and excited. She caught your eye and gave you a smirk.

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” you assured her with a smile, subconsciously pushing your hips back towards her.

“So eager,” she commented as she pulled her strap through the slit in her boxers, running her hand up and down the length of it as she knelt one knee on the couch cushion. She gripped your hips, lifting you up and shifting you over a bit to better line herself up behind you.

“Mm, you are beyond beautiful,” she said in awe as she looked you over. The glistening of your wetness in the light caused her own arousal to pool further.

She gripped the strap and shifted her hips forward so the tip was positioned at your entrance. She smirked at the small moan you let out at the initial contact.

Her eyes were trained squarely on you as she carefully pushed forward. She bit her lip as you slowly start to spread, your entrance gripping the tip of her strap tightly. She took her time as she entered you, subtly pulling in and out to lube up appropriately and give you time to adjust.

“God, you’re incredible,” Jessie breathed as she watched in amazement as the “O” of your lips gradually grew larger as you swallowed more and more of her strap. “I can’t believe you can take all of this.”

“Mm, you fill me so good,” you affirmed, giving a slight roll of your hips. A crack echoed through the room as she slapped your ass, pulling a short moan from you.

Jessie let out a soft grunt as she finally sunk into you to the base. “You look so good with me stretching you out like this, baby girl.”

She gave a low moan as she saw you flex around her. She gripped your ass cheeks hard, flesh pushing up between her fingers and leaving faint prints as she released you.

She slowly pulled out so it was just the tip. You let out a mewling moan as she sunk back in.

“Such a good girl,” she praised as she ran a hand along the small of your back and drawing another needy whine from you.

“You’re so deep.”

“Just where I want to be,” Jessie said as she gripped your hips. She stayed in place for a couple of seconds longer before pulling out to the tip once more and this time thrusting to the hilt with greater force. She paused to caress you. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

You glanced over your shoulder. “I will. ‘Til then,” you rolled your hips back into her, “do what you want with me.”

Immediately, Jessie pulled out and slammed her hips back into you, drawing a heady whimper out of you. She then started pumping into you, adjusting her grip on your hips and pulling you back to meet her thrusts. The room was filled with the sound of her hips colliding into you as she began to rail you.

“You are dripping wet, baby,” Jessie said, voice shuddering as she thrust rapidly into you. She let out a huff of a laugh at how your mouth was slightly agape, head thrown back and unable to speak. “You’re taking this big cock so well, my girl.”

All you could do was reciprocate with a high moan.

Before you knew it, Jessie pushed you forward, pressing you into the arm of the couch as she hunched over you and started fucking you harder.

You braced your hands on the floor as she had you draped and folded over this couch as she rammed into you. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout your body with each stroke. Alternating sensations rushed through you, hollow wanting every time she pulled out, then quickly replaced with immense satisfaction as she filled you deeply to the brim.

A desperate whimper came from you as suddenly the warmth and weight of Jessie’s body on your back was gone, and she pulled out of you completely with a pop.

You snapped your head behind to look and saw her stand up off the couch momentarily, cheeks red and forehead beaded with sweat. Your eyes were drawn to her strap that glistened with your cum, a ring of it evident at the base of it, too.

She reached down wordlessly, grabbing you by the waist to pull you up. She sat down on the couch, legs splayed and her boxers pulled tight around her muscular thighs. She saw the way you eyed her and she flexed her thighs as she readjusted, giving you a wink.

She jerked the strap up and down, spreading your arousal over it further.

“I want you to ride me,” she told you and you straddled her requiring no further instruction, bracing yourself on her firm shoulders. She held the strap in place as you began to slowly lower yourself onto it.

You smiled at how her eyes glazed over as she watched the strap disappear inside of you. Your head fell back and your throat opened with a low moan as it filled you. She kneaded your thighs as you rest for a moment, getting used to the feeling again.

When you were ready, you lifted yourself up, eyes closing at the sensation going through you. Soon, you began rising and lowering yourself steadily on the strap.

“God, yes,” she breathed as her gaze shifted between the strap and your face. Her words fuelled you and you quickened your pace. Her jaw was slack and she breathed and watched you in reverie. “You look so good riding me like this.”

You held onto her shoulders as you moved, rolling your hips as you lowered yourself, grinding into her lap and soaking her boxers with your arousal.

You continued for a while but soon your thighs began to burn from the effort. Your legs shook at one point and she moved her hands from your waist and under you instead. She held you in her hands, fingers splaying across your ass cheeks and began lifting you up and down, letting you guide the pace.

Your eyes fell to her biceps, mesmerized by the way her muscles popped each time she lifted you.

“You like watching me, baby? Like the way I bounce you up and down on my cock?”

A whimper fell from your mouth. People would be shocked to know she spoke like this in bed, but that’s part of what drove you wild. She grinned at you as she bounced you up and down further, her now doing almost all the work as your legs gave out.

At one point, she lifted you and held you there as she simply started jackhammering into you. A long, wailing moan came from you as she used you and soon your moan became a cry as you began to spasm around her.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she breathed as she continued to thrust into you and carry you through your orgasm.

When the waves of pleasure began to dissipate, you collapsed against her, her strap still filling and stretching you out. Her arms were quick to wrap around you and hold you to her. She peppered lingering kisses along your temple and rubbed your back as your chest heaved up and down.

She whispered to you as you recovered, but when you finally went to move your legs shook and gave out once more. She chuckled and kissed your cheek before lifting you off of her and gently setting you down next to her. You winced.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she offered with a wince. You gave a slow shake of your head, still exhausted. You took a breath, having to be focused and intentional as you spoke.

“Don’t be.” You swallowed, your mouth dry. “I love when you fuck me that good.”

She leaned in and kissed you sweetly, cupping your chin and caressing it with her thumb. “I’ll run you a bath.”

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #canwnt x reader #smut fic #woso smut #wlw smut #wlw #wlw nsft #sapphic smut

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beyondthesefourwalls · 10 months

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And I Want To Make Her Mine

Summary: Javy thought it was too good to be true when he saw you, the girl he had crushed on for almost a year, standing in the Hard Deck. But there you were, looking just as beautiful as you always had. He thought maybe he’d finally get his chance with you after all this time. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one whose attention you caught.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Language, somewhat suggestive thoughts. The Blonde One™️.

Word Count: 3.9K

Notes: Written for @roosterforme's '80s Rocktober challenge using the song Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield. Sorry it’s so late, Em! But hopefully some Javy content makes up for it.

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Javy stood at the bar, waiting for Penny to bring him the beer that he ordered. He was the first out of his friends to arrive and he figured that there was no point in waiting for them. It had been a long week, and he was ready to unwind for the weekend before doing it all again come Monday. A flash of color caught his eye and he looked over for a moment, only to do a double take and have the wind damn near knocked out of him. He stuttered out your name as shock coursed through his veins. He had to be seeing things, he thought. But then your head turned, and those eyes he remembered so well widened in surprised recognition.

“Oh my God. Javy?!”

“Holy shit,” he breathed, shaking his head to try and clear it. His heart sped up in his chest when you wrapped your arms around him in a tight, but way too brief, embrace. “Hi. What-what are you doing here?”

“I transferred to North Island, I start my new post on Monday morning,” you told him as you pulled away, smiling brightly. “Wait. Are you stationed here?”

“I am,” he said, his smile matching yours.

He couldn’t believe his luck that this was happening right now. You had been an administrative assistant at his last duty station, and he had harbored a crush on you for the year that he had been there. You were always friendly with him, matching his flirting at the same level, and the two of you had even grabbed drinks a few times, albeit with other people in attendance. He had never bucked up the courage to ask you out, but had promised himself he would finally bite the bullet as soon as he got back from his last deployment. He had the whole thing planned - dinner and dancing on the pier - only to never be able to actually follow through after orders of a permanent assignment at Top Gun. He had never expected to see you again, yet now you were here, standing right in front of him.

As Javy quickly scanned your face, he took notice of how you were still just as breathtaking. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger on you for a moment too long. You were wearing a simple pair of jeans and a tank top, the clothing hugging your curves in all the right places. He could feel his cheeks heating and quickly looked back up to meet your eyes.

"Wow, small world," he said with a chuckle. "It's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you too," you replied, your smile never faltering. "It's been what, a year?"

"Too long," he said, feeling a little tongue-tied. He noticed that you didn’t have a drink in your hand just yet and opened his mouth to ask if he could maybe buy you one when a hand clapped roughly onto his shoulder, a familiar head of blonde hair saddling up beside him.

“Well well well, who do we have here?”

Javy turned to see Jake grinning mischievously, his green eyes trained on you. He felt his stomach twist nervously, knowing that look in his best friend’s eye all too well. Begrudgingly, he gave a quick introduction. "She was stationed down in Florida with me, but is transferring here. We were just catching up," he said, trying to steer the conversation back to you and him.

“Nice to meet you," Jake said, flashing you a charming smile. “It’s an absolute sin that you don’t have a drink in your hand, darlin’. You mind if I fix that for you?”

His eyes widened and panic washed over him when he realized what it was Jake was doing. Either his best friend hadn’t recognized that Javy was about to do the same thing or he simply didn’t care. Either way, he was shooting his shot, and much to his own dismay, you were laughing at the line the blonde had served you. He stared at him with a clenched jaw, missing the way you glanced at him first, a moment of silence passing before you agreed to the proposition.

Before he even really knew what was happening, Jake was placing a hand on the small of your back and turning to the bar to order you a drink. At the same time, the rest of his friends arrived, and Javy was dragged into a conversation with Phoenix and Rooster about something that had happened earlier that day. He kept trying to wrap up the conversation without being rude, and when the two fellow aviators finally retreated to the pool table, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned back to where you and Jake had been leaning against the bar completely intending on reasoning his conversation with you and hopefully nudging his best friend out of the way. But when he laid eyes on you, his heart sank.

You were laughing at something Jake said, your body leaning into his. Your smile was wide and your face happy, and it was so clear that you were enjoying yourself. You brought your hand up to rest against Jake’s bicep as you threw your head back and laughed, and it felt almost like he was being punched in the face.

Instead of interrupting like he had intended, he threw the rest of his drink back and left the bar.

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Javy knew he would only get away with ignoring Jake for so long, and he was proven right first thing Monday morning when he was changing into his uniform after hitting the gym on base before their morning brief.

“Where’d you disappear to on Friday night?”

“Didn’t feel good all of a sudden,” he mumbled in response, and really, he wasn’t technically lying. He still felt sick imagining you with him, and he had spent all weekend moping about it.

“That why you dodged my texts, too?”

“Yup.”

Jake snorted, clearly amused by the answer, and Javy felt a flare of annoyance course through him.

“Well you missed a good night. That girl you introduced me to is something else. Did you know she was from Texas?”

Javy did know that, and he was suddenly incredibly resentful that Jake did, too. It was something that he would have in common with you, and just another reason why he was sure the blonde might be more appealing. From what he remembered, you loved talking about home.

“We were thinking of grabbing dinner this week, you sh-“

Javy slammed his locker shut with more force than intended, the sound of metal clanging echoing in the open room. Jake raised his eyebrows in surprise, but Javy paid him no mind as he finished zipping his flight suit. “Good for you, man. Hope y’all have a great time.”

He checked the blonde’s shoulder on his way out the door, ignoring the call of his name and the “what the fuck” that followed.

When he walked into the briefing room a few minutes later, he stopped short of his seat. You were standing at the front of the room flipping through papers with Admiral Simpson. You glanced up once you handed the senior officer what he needed and met his eyes. Your face lit up and you waved happily. Javy wasn’t able to stop the tug at his lips, even if it was tinged with sadness. He raised his hand to wave back - you really did have the best smile.

Then Jake entered the room behind him, and Javy had to wonder who it was you were directing it to to begin with.

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Javy knew that he was staring. He couldn’t help himself, not when you looked that good. You were sitting at a table in the back of the bar, shamelessly drinking a glass of sparkling wine in a bar that usually only saw beer and whiskey. You wore one of those flowy skirts that fluttered around your calves, a graphic t-shirt tied in a knot above your belly button. Your hair was down and a little wild and your skin seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights. But it was your smile that really drew him in. It was blinding, radiant, and the most beautiful thing he thought he had ever seen.

But it wasn’t aimed in his direction.

No. Instead, you were smiling at his best friend.

He wanted to look away, to stop torturing himself like this, but he couldn’t. It had been a few weeks since you had come to California, and Javy hadn’t gotten used to the sight of Jake beside you. Here, in the cafeteria at work, even walking down the hallway a few times. It was a constant reminder that he had missed his shot.

He knew he had no right to feel this way. After all, he had never made a move on you, never even hinted at his feelings. Jake had been the one to pursue you, and clearly, he had succeeded. Too bad that didn’t stop Javy’s mind from drifting to what could have been. He wondered what it would be like to be the one to make you smile like that, or the one who was allowed to wrap his arm around you and pull you close. He pictured himself leaning in to steal a kiss, to taste the Prosecco on your lips, to feel the warmth of your body against his or whisper something in your ear that made you shiver.

He was drawn to you in a way that he couldn't explain, and he found himself wanting to stay there, watching. But then you threw your head back and laughed at something he couldn’t hear, and he knew he had to snap out of it.

He downed the rest of his beer in one gulp and stood from the stool he had been perched on, not even bothering to say anything to the rest of his friends as he walked back to the bar. Maybe it was time to move on, to let go of this hopeless crush he’d been harboring and focus on finding something new. The best way to start that, he rationalized, was getting another drink.

He put his order in with Penny, smiling kindly when she slid a fresh pint glass across to him. “Thanks, Penny. Put it on my tab?”

“It’s already paid for,” she told him.

“What?”

She nodded behind him as she moved on to the next customer, and the wink she gave him seemed almost like she was in on something that Javy was entirely missing. He turned in the general direction of where she was indiciating, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes met yours almost immediately. You smiled at him brightly as you waved. Despite everything he had just said, that smile aimed in his direction sent his heart racing.

Javy sighed when you started beckoning him over. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could handle being so close to you with how his thoughts were currently racing. He was surprised when he took note of Jake no longer being beside you, and a quick glance showed him walking in the direction of the dart board where Rooster and Fanboy were standing. It was the first time the blonde hadn’t been at your side when you were in the same vicinity since you had come into town, and he felt like a terrible friend when it made his decision a little bit easier. At the very least, he could thank you for the drink.

He tried to keep his face neutral even as his heart rounded in his chest as he made his way over to your table. "Hey,” he said, forcing a smile and trying to sound casual.

“Hey, Javy,” you grinned, and you sounded genuinely happy to be speaking to him. You patted the seat beside him, telling him to sit. He did so after a moment of hesitation, and being so close to you immediately had him reeling. “Where have you been hiding?”

“Hiding?”

“I’ve barely seen you since I ran into you here! It feels like you’re dodging me,” you laughed as you took a sip of your drink, and Javy felt his face heat. He hadn’t thought he was being obvious in how he was avoiding both you and his best friend as he worked through the emotions he was feeling.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’ve just been….busy.”

“Ah.” You didn’t look like you were buying it, and Javy didn’t blame you. It was a weak excuse, and he had to mentally slap himself for not coming up with something better than that. But you didn’t look mad, either. If anything, to his confusion, maybe the look you gave him was even a little amused.

“Well, I hope you’re not too busy for a round of pool,” you said with a cheeky grin. “I’m itching to beat you.”

Javy couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at your tone. It was one of the things that had always drawn him to you. You were so happy and playful. Still, he glanced over at the dart board before looking back at you. He cleared his throat lightly. “Not darts?”

“No,” you answered simply.

“Teams, then?” He pushed. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was doing it to himself.

You shook your head and he swore you leaned just the slightest bit closer to him. “No teams. Just us. Are you up for the challenge?”

He took a deep breath and thought it over for just a second. The smart thing would be declining and getting up and walking away to save his own feelings. But you were smiling so sweetly at him and from this close, he could smell your sweet perfume, and your skin looked so soft. He took a somewhat shaky breath and took a sip of the drink in his hand, before he let a smirk cross his face.

“I don’t know. You might regret asking me to play against you.”

You laughed so prettily, your hair shaking around you when you threw your head back.

“Is that a threat, Lieutenant Machado?”

It felt so reminiscent of how the two of you used to talk to each other that Javy couldn’t help but lean into it. He shook his head with a smile. “No, just a warning.”

You laughed again and stood up, grabbing your drink and motioning for him to follow you. You sent him a wink that went right through him. “Well, let’s see if you can handle me.”

The words sent a shiver down his spine. He followed you to the pool table, his eyes locked onto your hips as they swayed in front of him, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have them pressed against him. He shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away and focus on the game at hand. You set your drink on the table and grabbed a cue stick, holding it out for him to take.

“You break,” you said, your eyes daring him, but for what he wasn’t really sure. Javy took the stick from you, his fingers brushing yours briefly, sending a jolt of electricity up his arm and straight to his heart.

He took a deep breath and stepped up to the table, positioning himself carefully before taking the shot. The balls scattered across the table, and Javy watched as the white ball sank a solid, followed quickly by a stripe. You clapped your hands together, a wide smile on your face.

“Looks like we have a game on our hands,” you teased, leaning over the table to take your shot. Javy couldn't help but watch the way your body moved as you lined it up, sinking a solid easily in one of the corner pockets.

As the game went on, Javy's focus began to wane. He was too distracted by you, by the way you moved, the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your body when you brushed against him. He found himself wanting to touch you, to feel you closer, to know what it was like. He was getting lost in the way you moved, and how your eyes lit up when you made a particularly good move.

For a while, he could pretend that he had a shot.

“Victory!”

Javy groaned as you yelled out your success once the final ball was sunk. You threw your arms up in triumph, a bright smile on your face as you turned to face him. He couldn’t help but smile at your excitement, even though he had just lost in a somewhat embarrassing fashion.

“That did not go the way I anticipated.”

You laughed at his disgruntlement, the sound ringing like music in his ears. “Thanks for playing with me,” you said, “I had fun.”

“Me too,” Javy replied, smiling softly. “Although I think you might have hustled me a little bit.”

You grinned, shaking your head. “I’m just good at pool.”

Javy chuckled. “You’re good at a lot of things.”

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him, not saying anything in response. He worried, for a moment, that he had said too much. Silence passed between the two of you. It was like there was something unspoken hanging in the air, something that both of you could sense but neither of you could quite put into words. He swallowed hard, trying to push the feeling aside. He didn't want to ruin the moment, not after how much fun he had just had with you.

Finally, you took a deep breath, and he swore it sounded a little shaky. You grabbed your drink and took a sip, looking at him over the rim of the cup. “I’m glad we did this.”

“Me too,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

But like a physical reminder that all good things have to come to an end, he caught a glimpse of Jake watching you from across the bar. There was a strange look in his best friend’s eye, something that looked almost like excitement, but Javy couldn’t quite decipher what it meant. Still, he could feel the weight of it settling in his stomach.

He cleared his throat, setting his pool cue down to lean against the wall. This time, the smile he sent you was strained. “I should let you get back to Jake.”

To his surprise, a look of confusion crosses over the delicate features on your face. You glance behind you to where the blonde is before looking back at him, your eyebrows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the knot in his stomach. “I know you two have been…spending time together,” he said, and despite how hard he tried, the words tasted sour in his mouth.

“I mean, yeah. But…wait.”

Your pretty eyes widened and you shook your head, your hair shaking as a grin started spreading across your face. Javy felt more confused than he had all night, and for some reason, embarrassment was starting to settle in, too.

“What?”

“Oh gosh. Javy. Me and Jake?”

“I…yes?”

You broke out into a surprise bout of laughter, the sound like bells ringing in his ears. Your hand found his arm and you gave it a squeeze before letting it rest against his bare skin below where his shirt sleeve ended. Your hand felt so soft. He wanted you to keep touching him. "Oh, Javy. No. I thought Jake was kidding when he said that’s why you were probably dodging us left and right.”

The pieces weren’t quite connecting as his mind fought to catch up, having gotten distracted by your touch. He floundered for what you were saying to make sense, but he came up short. “I…am so confused.”

Your laughter peeled off into quiet giggles before quieting all together, and your face softened into something that looked understanding and hopeful at the same time. You took a step closer to him. His breath caught as his heart started to pound in his chest.

“Jake and I are just friends, Javy. That’s all.”

His pulse continued to race as hope set in. He played over every interaction that he had witnessed between the two of you over the last few weeks, realizing that maybe he had been a little blinded by the jealousy he had felt. He knew how Jake flirted and how he acted with women that he was into. Aside from that first night at the Hard Deck when he had introduced you, that intimacy had been absent. Instead, now that he thought about it, it had been a comfortable familiarity, not different from how they interacted with Nat or Halo or Rooster’s girlfriend.

He was starting to feel like an idiot.

“Really?”

“We have a lot in common. We talk about home a lot. But…I’m not into him. Someone else had already caught my eye.”

He swallowed thickly, still not allowing himself to completely believe it. Your fingers still traced light circles on his arm. “Someone else?”

You giggled softly, and then you raised on your toes and leaned in. There was a moment of hesitation, as if you were both waiting for the other to make a move, before you took it upon yourself to close the distance and your lips met his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was featherlight and over before his brain could even register it had happened. You were still smiling at him when you pulled away, your eyes glinting with amusement. You nodded slowly, whispering to him, “Someone else.”

The words sent a jolt of electricity through him, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as he pressed his lips to yours again. Javy’s hands slipped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as the kiss intensified. It was like a spark had been ignited, and suddenly the kiss was deepening, becoming more passionate.

The rest of the bar seemed to fall away as you both lost yourselves in each other. Neither of you heard the excited yell of “finally” come from over at the dart board, completely caught up in the moment. Javy couldn’t believe that this was happening, that he was here with you, kissing you. Finally, indeed.

Finally, the need for air became too much and the two of you pulled apart, gasping for breath. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a warmth that made his heart skip a beat.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” you admitted, biting your lower lip between perfectly white teeth. Javy’s chest swelled with affection and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time with more certainty. He felt the warm pressure of your lips on his, and the sensation was intoxicating.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he said once he pulled back. He had been wanting to do so for weeks, now, and it seemed it was his own fault that he hadn't, yet.

You brushed your nose against his, nodding. “I’d like that.”

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Notes: I love this man so much. Hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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thirstywoso · 3 months

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LESSONS IN PHOTOGRAPHY

Jessie Fleming x Reader

A/N: a little short one that I wrote in an hour

W/C: 1k

Warnings: not really smut but a little suggestive and some masturbation so MDNI 18+

so if you're looking for hardcore smut this is not it

Will do a part 2 which will be actual smut if I get a request for it

After your girlfriend signed with the Thorns your life in London was uprooted and together you made the move to Portland.

You'd both been to the city on occasions in the past but after living in Portland for a month now yourself and Jessie realised neither of you had really explored the place you now called home.

Your girlfriend clad in some white shorts and a black tank top yourself in dark blue shorts and a loose fitting white shirt, you found yourself downtown with a checklist of places you "MUST" visit according to Jessie's teammate Sam.

No surprise to you, your better half had her camera hanging off of her shoulder with one hand in yours and the other holding a large cup of what she calls "liquid heaven"

As you wondered down the streets you noticed the way Jessie would stop occasionally, snapping photos of the roses, lining herself up to get the correct angles of the buildings she liked the look of. Jessie would spend sometime perfecting her shot at each place you went to.

Yourself a fan of history would read out facts from your phone about said buildings or architecture Jessie was capturing. Unbeknownst to you a few of those photos she captured were of you in deep thought or in awe of what you were looking at. You really were the perfect match.

Jessie loved her camera almost as much as you and was hardly seen without it. That being said one of the few things she loved more was capturing you, from every single angle.

She enjoyed capturing the way your lip would tuck between your teeth as you would concentrate on one of your crossword puzzles, the way that vein would pop out of your neck when you were frustrated with whatever had you occupied. She would never get sick of taking these photos, especially the ones capturing your smile and the warmth behind your eyes.

You'd never really known this about Jessie until the day was almost coming to an end and you'd caught her taking a photo of you. After questioning Jessie and adding slight pressure when she wouldn't tell you anything and mimicking zipping her mouth shut, locking it and throwing away the key. You finally broke her finding out all about Jessie's little habit profusely blushing as she told you.

Returning to the apartment later on that evening you has begged Jessie to show you the photos she'd taken of you. Opening her laptop you saw the folder titled 'My girl" and your heart swelled, then almost combust when you saw the number of photos in the album. 4,332 to be exact.

"Oh Jessie" you say looking at her

She returns your gaze nervously "too much?"

"You're perfect Jess" you say leaning in to kiss her.

Pulling away Jess can't help but look into your eyes as she fiddles with her fingers. "I have a question... well more of a request which I've kinda wanted to do for awhile"

She pauses for a breath unsure how to go on. "Go ahead?" You say anxiously waiting to see what the request was.

"Iwanttophotographyounaked" she rushes out, once noticing your confusion she repeats herself this time a little slower, taking a deep breath "I want to photograph you naked, if that's okay?"

"Yeah?" You question excitedly.

"Yeah"

After discussing how you were going to go about it Jessie led you into your shared bedroom. Kissing you before she helped you remove your clothes.

"Are you sure, if you want to stop we can at anytime"

"I'm sure" you confirm.

"I want you to lay on your side with your head propped up in your hand" she begins to direct you.

You do as she says and get into position, after a few clicks Jessie then asks you to change position. Repeating this for awhile as you pose in various ways for her, occasionally complimenting you, telling you how good your jawline looks or the way the light cascades down the swell of your breasts.

She couldn't help but be in awe of how beautiful you looked.

Getting more bold Jessie then started directing you to pose in some more compromising positions like with your head thrown back or your hands squeezing your chest.

You couldn't deny that it was turning you on being told exactly what to do by Jessie.

Eventually being more bold yourself you began to touch yourself for Jessie, the clicks of her camera becoming faster.

Your hand snakes between your legs finding your evident arousal.

You slid your fingers along your folds spreading your wetness, Jessie's mouth watering as she captured the way your sex glistened.

She made sure to take in the way you bit your lip, your legs as they spread wider, the way your hand furiously rubbed between your legs your finger tips as the swiped across your clit.

"Fingers inside" Jessie demands

You'd be a fool not to comply and with that two of your fingers are swallowed into your wanting pussy with ease.

You were embarrassingly wet but showing off for Jessie you didn't care.

"Curl those fingers baby I want to see the pleasure on your face"

Taking photos of every inch of you she couldn't get enough wanting to capture every single part of this moment.

After a few more directions from Jessie regarding position and how to touch yourself you were right on the edge.

Your girlfriend practically drooling as your face contorted in pleasure, snapping the pictures of your screwed up face as you came and the arousal spread across your thighs.

Taking your fingers and sucking them clean putting on a show for Jessie as she continued to snap away with her mouth agape.

"Fuck it" she groaned almost throwing her camera to one side as she pounced on you.

"I need to taste you"

Shoving your fingers covered in your slick into her mouth, her eyes roll back as she swirls her tongue around your digits releasing them with a pop.

"I think it's only fair I get to fuck you after that little show"

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flemingsfreckles · 4 months

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Grandkids Part 3

Jessie Fleming (parent) fic

Read the previous parts here!

Warnings: none I don’t think

WC: 2.6k

A/N: this isn’t my favorite thing I’ve written but my motivation on this sort of tanked but I wanted to finish it out at least, I might write more Jessie parent fics in the future or just headcannons for parent Jessie if yall would be interested in that.

“Jessie, please, you can ask the boy questions but there’s no need to interrogate him. All that’ll do is upset Amelia.” You and Jessie are tidying up the kitchen so you can begin cooking dinner. The dinner that you’d be eating as you met your daughter’s boyfriend.

“It’s not interrogating, I just want to get to know him.” You nod at her as you start to pull ingredients from the fridge.

“Just be nice.” It was the least you could do, try and encourage your wife to not ask Nick hundreds of questions, you both wanted to know him but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

The doorbell rings a minute before the proposed dinner time. Not too early but also not late, you thought to yourself, good start to the evening.

“I’ll get it!” Amelia pops up from the couch practically sprinting to the door. You smile as you watch her rush down the hallway. You remember that feeling, being young and the knocking of the door and knowing it was the person who made your heart flutter on the other side. You had that feeling with Jessie, it was sweet to see your daughter experiencing the same feelings.

“I’m going to start the grill.” Jessie says to you and you hear the back door close. Her expression as she walked out the door was blank, she didn’t look upset but she also didn’t look happy, you weren’t sure what she was feeling.

You hear muffled discussions down the hall and shortly your daughter walks back into the kitchen with Nick. He’s carrying a vase with flowers and a small other bag.

“Hi!” You say to both of them, wiping your hands on the kitchen towel and abandoning the chopping you were doing to walk over.

“Mom, this is Nick. Nick, this is my Mom.” You take in the boy’s appearance. He’s taller than your daughter with blonde hair that’s neatly styled, he has on square shaped glasses. His clothes make you feel like you’re underdressed in your own home, he’s wearing a wrinkle free button down that’s tucked into a pair of dress pants. You weren’t sure what your daughter's type was, she’d gushed over celebrities of all appearances but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little surprised by the boy’s nerdier appearance.

“It’s nice to meet you Nick.”

He sets down the bag and the vase and extends his hand to you. “It’s lovely to meet you as well.”

“Where’s Ma?” Your daughter swings her head around looking for Jessie.

“Outside starting the grill. She’ll be in in just a minute or two.”

“Okay.” Your daughter nods and the room falls into a slightly uncomfortable silence. You and Amelia look at each other, silently begging the other to say something. Thankfully you don’t have to because Nick starts talking.

“Is Riley here? I brought him some of those baseball cards you said he’s always making you take him to the store to buy.” He looks between you and Amelia.

“No, he’s at a birthday party but I’ll let him know you brought them for him when he’s back tomorrow.” Amelia says, taking the wrapped gift from Nick’s hands and placing it on the table.

You notice it’s now been about five minutes since Jessie left to get the grill started. Maybe she needed an extra set of hands. “I’m going to go check that your Ma doesn’t need help out there.”

You step outside to see Jessie standing in front of what is clearly a turned on grill, you can see the heat coming off of it.

“Hey, all good out here.?” You call to her from the top steps of the patio. You realize she must’ve been deep in thought as it takes her a moment to look away from the grill and up to you.

“Yeah, yeah it’s, on.” Her thumbs up relaying her message that the grill was in fact on and working.

“Then come inside, it’s got to heat up for a bit.”

“I don’t know if I can.” She looks to you quickly then back to the grill.

You step down off the stairs and move over to Jessie “What’s going on?”

“I’m scared.” She says, still not looking away from the grill.

It takes all of your might to hold in a chuckle. “Of a teenage boy?”

“No, well, sort of.” She takes a deep breath. “I’m scared I’ll be too harsh, or too cold, or rude, or something to him and then he’ll realize he doesn’t want to date someone with a parent like that and then he’ll break up with Amelia and then she’ll hate me because it’ll be all my fault.”

“Jessie, that’s not going to happen.”

“But what if it does? I can’t have my little girl hate me.” The wave in Jessie’s voice tells you she’s truly worried. Her previous argument with Amelia had left her on edge, she still felt like she had to win back your daughter’s affection. Amelia on the other hand had quickly forgotten the whole ordeal.

“She won’t, because you won’t cause him to break up with her. In fact I think you’ll like him.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, let’s just say your daughter picks them like her Mom.” You point to yourself. “He’s nerdy like you.”

“I’m not nerdy.”

“You are, but it’s part of what I love about you. Now come on, you can’t hide out here all day.” You softly link your fingers into hers and pull her away from the grill and up the patio stairs.

You walk back in and are grateful to see the two of them in the kitchen, Amelia sitting at a barstool at the island and Nick standing a couple feet from her. They’re smiling at each other as they make conversation. You’re not sure what Jessie would’ve done had they been sitting together on the couch. They both look over at the sound of the door opening and your daughter stands up from her stool stepping toward both of you.

“Ma, this is Nick, Nick this is my other Mom, I called her Mama when I was little but now they just both get called Mom when they’re not in the same room together.”

“Hi, it’s great to meet you, I really appreciate you having me over.” Nick extends his hand to Jessie just as he did to you. You know your wife probably death gripped his hand as she shook it.

For a minute there’s an awkward silence. The four of you all standing looking at each other. “Nick, would you like something to drink? There’s water or sodas,” you try to get some form of a conversation started up between the four of you.

“Just water would be great, thank you.” You move to get him a glass and your daughter stands up beating you to the cabinet. You move back to begin chopping again and Jessie is quickly behind you. You pick up the knife and she holds her hand out. She stares at you with her best puppy eyes impression, and you give in handing over the knife. You know she just wants a task to occupy herself so she doesn’t have to worry about making small talk.

“So Nick, Amelia said you met in your calculus class?”

“Yes Ma’am, we sat next to each other for a bit at the beginning of the semester, I missed a few days for college tours and Amelia was kind enough to lend me her notes and help me catch back up, we’ve just been studying together since then. Amelia is the smartest one in our class.”

“You don’t have to ‘Ma’am’ me Nick, makes me feel old. Where are you looking into going to school?”

“I’ve looked at a lot of places, a couple in the states, UNC, University of Washington, UCLA,” You notice how Jessie’s posture straightens at the mention of her former school. “I’ve also looked at couple here. I haven’t really made any decisions yet.”

“Jessie went to school at UCLA.”

“That’s what Amelia told me. It’s a beautiful campus, did you enjoy your time these?” Nick now directs his attention to your wife. She stops chopping and turns around.

“I did, the location is perfect, city, beach, mountains all within reach. I really loved it. Good academics too!” You can practically see Jessie’s anxiety ease as she talks with the boy. “What are you planning to study?”

“Biomedical engineering is the plan, I’m considering medical school after my bachelors.”

Jessie smiles as she begins to talk about UCLAs engineering program, the two talk, you and Amelia throwing in comments here and there. It’s not long before you all move to the dining room.

Dinner goes smoothly. You learn about Nick's siblings, he’s the middle child, with an older and younger sister. You learn his hobbies, his interests. He asks you and Jessie about your careers, about how you met. You all talk about traveling, sharing the coolest places you’ve been. It’s an easy dinner. You stand up from the meal feeling like you knew Nick well. You felt a level of ease with him, he seemed like a good kid. You just hoped Jessie felt the same.

She had been relatively quiet over dinner just adding in comments here and there, it was more like you, Nick, and Amelia were having dinner.

You start to clear the dishes as everyone finishes eating. Nick immediately offers to help but you shoot him down stating he was a guest there was no need for him to help.

“Amelia, can you help your mom clean up in the kitchen?” You watch how Jessie slightly raises her eyebrows at her daughter, indicating it was less of a question and more of a request that your daughter leave the room. At the same time you send your wife a pointed look, you don’t know what type of interrogation she has planned for Nick but you hope your stare is enough to tell her to be nice.

“Well there’s the end of my relationship.” Your daughter says as she places dishes into the sink.

“No, it’s not.”

“She’s going to tear him to pieces in there.”

“She won’t.” You keep washing the dishes and handing them to your daughter to dry. She falls quiet and the two of you finish the dishes in silence. There isn’t much noise but the clinking of dishes and the running water in the sink. That is until you hear Jessie’s voice.

“No! There’s no way you can sit here and tell me Roddick is better than Federer.”

“Oh no.” You and Amelia turn to each other.

Amelia rolls her eyes. “I didn’t mention he’s a big tennis fan for this reason.”

“Well now I’d be worried about your relationship, your Ma is a huge fan of that man, she won’t let you be with someone who prefers his rival.” You shrug at your daughter, the panic on her face makes you realize she doesn’t notice the sarcasm. “I’m kidding Amelia.”

“I’m going to ask you first, because I’m a little nervous to ask Ma, can Nick stay after dinner to watch a movie? We can watch it in the basement, or living room, whatever you both are comfortable with, you’re welcome to watch it with us too if you want.”

“I’m fine with that, you still have to get your Ma’s permission though, you can’t just only ask me because you don’t want to hear her answer.”

“Okay.” As if she knew your daughter needed to speak to her Jessie comes out from the dining room.

“I can’t believe you,” she shakes her head at Amelia, “not warning me he was a Roddick fan.” She pulls your daughter into a hug. “He’s a nice kid.”

“Can he stay and watch a movie?” You watch your daughter pull out her best begging look. It’s identical to the one Jessie gave you when she took over the chopping duties earlier in the evening.

“Not in your bedroom.” Jessie shakes her head.

“I know that, I already talked to Mom, I said in the living room or basement.”

“Living room.”

“Thank you.” Your daughter places a kiss on your wife’s cheek before doing the same to you and rushing back into the dining room. She and Nick walk out seconds later and head to the couch. You notice Jessie eying them, watching how they choose to sit. They pick a respectable distance apart, each with a blanket.

They’re in their own little world, it reminds you of you and Jessie cuddled up in hotel rooms watching movies or even cuddled up watching team film together. You were watching the start of young love, it was sweet.

“Want to sit on the patio?” You suggest to Jessie.

“And leave them alone inside?” Jessie whispers.

“They’ll be fine. They deserve a little privacy, they’re adults Jessie, plus we can see the living room from the patio, Amelia knows that.”

Jessie finally agrees and you both head outside. It’s quiet to start, you just hear the sounds of the evening. Birds, the winds, the occasional car that drives by.

“He’s a good kid.” Jessie finally says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, he spoke highly of Amelia when I “interrogated” him as she’d say. He seems like he’s got a good head on his shoulders. He accepted the expectations I laid out to him. He promised me no grandchildren anytime soon. You hear him talking about his family, his ambitions, he seems like he was raised right.”

“Wow, look at you.” You take a sip of the glass you brought out. “He changed your opinion quickly.”

“I think he reminds me of myself. You were right, he’s nerdy, I was like him when I was his age. And while that’s somewhat eased my nerves, I still don’t trust him because I know how I was at his age. How we were at their age.” Jessie gives you a knowing look.

“We were all over eachother any time we could be.” You laugh thinking back to your hormonal teenage years and the early days of your relationship with Jessie.

Jessie smiles over at you. “To be fair we didn’t have parental supervision at camps, we had access to hotel rooms, and we barely got to see each other, we also didn’t have the risk of teen pregnancy. It also wasn’t my fault you always got me riled up over text and then I wasn’t able to even kiss you for months at a time. We had a lot of built up tension. At least they don’t have most of those things.” You smile as she rambles on as if she has to defend her teenage actions to you as if you weren’t the one right there with her.

You take a second to look into the living room, you notice they’re sitting closer together on the couch but you’re not about to tell Jessie. “Yeah, I think he’s a good kid.”

“We raised her right, she’s picked a good one.” Jessie comes to sit on the bench with you so now she’s facing the window into the living room. “Were they sitting that close before?” Jessie says pointing at the window where your daughter's shoulder was practically touching Nick’s now. Before you can stop her she’s standing making her way toward the door.

“Jessie, they’re fine.”

“Oh I know.” She tips her glass of water letting it spill onto the ground. “I’m just getting more water, I’m out.” She smiles at you. You shake your head, Jessie may like the boy but she was always going to be protective of her little girl.

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