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sorchathered · 4 months

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A/N- hey all! This is my submission for @ohtobeleah ‘s Galentine’s party!! I’m so excited to see everyone’s posts and concepts, make sure you check out the submissions under her tag!

Summary- A collection of memories and mood boards documenting you and Jake from engagement to wedding day.

Pairing- Jake Seresin x oc!reader (callsign Storm)

Warnings- language, drinking, smut.

“We can leave the Christmas lights up til January, this our place we make the rules”

It was January 5th now, you knew the chances of Jake being home for Christmas were slim but secretly you’d hoped he would be. He’d begged you not to spend the holiday alone his mother insisting you come to Texas so you’d flown out and spent two fantastic weeks with his family. They had welcomed you with open arms, taking you to all of Jake’s old haunts and involving you in their family traditions. You’d never been close to your parents so the overwhelming love you received from the Seresin family was something you’d never experienced before. You’d gotten to talk to him sporadically over the holiday but you could tell he was heartbroken he couldn’t be there with you. The time went by too fast and before you knew it the 5th had arrived and you were stepping off your plane in San Diego, Coyote was waiting to pick you up and you couldn’t wait to get home to your own bed. You’d put up a small tree with some lights before you left just to keep the seasonal depression at bay, but as you unlocked the door to your shared home you were met with what could only be described as a winter wonderland. The house was covered in lights, decorated ornately with paper snowflakes and there in front of a brand new 8 foot Christmas tree was Jake. He grinned his thousand watt smile at you as you dropped all of your bags and launched yourself into his arms.

“Hey Stormy girl, did ya miss me?”

You let out a watery laugh as you began to sob in earnest, he held you close and pressed kisses into your hair, reassuring you that he was home and this was real. When you finally settled he sat you both down on the couch in front of the massive tree, you were still in shock that not only was he here but he had somehow managed to transform your house into Santa’s workshop.

“What is all this baby?” You whispered against his lips, he’d never been big on Christmas but he knew you loved it so the thoughtfulness and effort put in after a nearly 3 month deployment was not lost on you.

“We didn’t get Christmas together darlin’ and I know being apart has been hard as hell these past few months” he stands up now, walking over to the tree to pick up a small gift you hadn’t even noticed. You gasp as tears well up in your eyes, Jake Seresin is down on one knee surrounded by a literal Christmas wonderland, and he’s about to ask you for forever. “Yes!” You blurt out, causing a belly laugh to erupt from him.

“You didn’t even let me ask sweetheart”

“You can but my answer is still yes, I just want to be yours, forever and ever.”

He closes the distance between you to slide his grandma’s engagement ring on your finger, kissing you in the glow of the twinkle lights.

“My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you”

A joint bachelor/bachelorette party at the hard deck, all the boys had suggested strip clubs and hookers but Jake just wanted a night with everyone they loved and to maybe get you a little tipsy so he could proposition you for a hookup in the bathroom. You were dancing with Phoenix and a few of your other girlfriends, dressed in the tiniest white dress with a bedazzled cowboy hat and veil that said bride on the front. He didn’t think he could love you more than this moment; eyes full of joy and singing “Don’t stop believing” at the top of your lungs. He’d even let you convince him to wear the ridiculous groom t shirt you’d gotten him, taking all the jesting in stride even though he secretly loved it. He’d always give you whatever you want.

You were a spitfire when you wanted to be, always first to defend him if some cocky asshole got mouthy, he had been an absolute dick to everyone around him for years but since that first dagger squad mission he’d been trying his damndest to make amends.

That was one of the many ways he’d known you were the one, you’d been dating quietl after you and Rooster’s failed engagement had crashed and burned over a year before. During a particularly stressful training day the two had come to blows, both of them ending up in the infirmary as Rooster continued to pelt insults his way. Jake was trying to take it in stride but your temper could only take so much. You were professional but vicious in your descent on him, refusing to let Bradley Bradshaw and his unresolved emotional baggage dismantle all the work Jake had put in to better himself. You’d been a champion for him no matter what and he wasn’t used to anyone having his back, it took his breath away just how much you believed in him.

Watching you now he felt his heart swell, and he couldn’t sit in his chair any longer; the need to hold you carrying him across the room, spinning you into his arms with ease.

“Hi sugar, think I could steal you away for a few minutes?” He whispered in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he dipped you to cheers from the crowd. You threw your head back giggling and took his hand to drag him through the throngs of patrons to the quiet hall that held the bathrooms.

You knew what he wanted, he was always looking for an opportunity to get you wrapped around him, often joking he might have a bit of a kink for getting you off in public spaces but really he was just insatiable when it came to you, especially when you were dressed in what he thought may be the world's smallest dress and rubbing your body all over his.

Placing you on the side of the sink he ran his hands over you now, sliding a hand between your parted legs finding you obscenely wet and he chuckled; maybe he wasn’t the only one that got hot and bothered over hooking up where anyone could find you.

You gasped at his touch and pushed your hands into his hair, needing him to kiss you and he was all too willing, tasting your tongue as you moaned into his mouth, the prettiest sound he ever heard. He pulled your tiny scrap of underwear to the side and pressed his fingers into your dripping core, watching you grind down onto his hand, whispering filthy things he knew you’d be mortified if anyone heard and God he lived for it, you were his dirty girl behind closed doors all for him, only he got to see you like this. You were teetering on the edge now, suddenly removing his fingers from you with a smirk as you protested, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and chest heaving while you begged for him to stop teasing and fuck you. He didn’t have to be told twice, letting you wrench his belt buckle open and unzip his jeans in record time, sliding home into your velvet heat, I love yous breathed out into the humid air of the bar bathroom. He chased your mutual highs quickly, knowing eventually someone would come looking for you, desperate cries pouring from your pouty pink lips and coming hard as you pulsed and fluttered around him, both of you bathed in ecstasy in the dim dingy light. As the two of you attempted to become presentable you were startled by the creaking of the bathroom door, Javy poking his head through and shaking his head with a raucous laugh.

“We’ve been taking turns guarding the bathroom, would you two heathens wrap it up? We’ve got celebrating to do!”

You both couldn’t hold in your laughter, they knew you too well, bracing yourselves for the onslaught of teasing for skipping out on your own party to hook up.

Drinks were distributed, a new game of pool was started and as you gazed at Jake across the room you couldn’t help but be proud of who he had become. He was honorable, steadfast and in fact too good to be true. You had both been damaged and jaded from past mistakes and relationships but had somehow healed each other becoming the best version of yourselves. You’d do it all again if it meant you ended up here, with your magnetic force of a man. Loving him was like coming up for air, he was Christmas morning and birthday wishes on lit candles and technicolor fireworks on the Fourth of July. You couldn’t wait to spend forever loving him.

“You’re my, my, my, my Lover.”

As you sat in the dressing room of the venue overlooking the harbor you were brought back to the night of Penny and Maverick’s wedding just a few years ago. You had come back to San Diego for their nuptials still heartbroken from your failed engagement with Bradley. Over the course of the long weekend you had found love again in the form of your best friend, the man you were finally about to marry.

Sometimes it still felt like a dream, you were afraid you would wake up one morning and still be single and heartbroken in your tiny apartment in Pensacola, but fate had stepped in and brought the two of you together. It hadn’t been easy, you were in tears more often than you’d like to admit when you first started dating long distance, and then deployments apart caused even more strain.

When you were finally promoted to Lieutenant Commander 10 months into your budding romance your superior told you there was an opportunity to fly again at top gun but this time with a new crew. So you and your front seater Viper decided to take the leap and head to Fightertown. Jake couldn’t believe it when he had a knock on his door that Sunday night to find you with all your luggage on his front porch, bottle of champagne in hand asking how he felt about a roommate.

It had been two years since then, both the dagger squad and red knights could be seen mingling outside and you felt your heart swell at how lucky you were to be surrounded by so many amazing friends.

Jake was all nerves on the opposite side of the venue, couldn’t seem to keep his hands from shaking as he tried to put his cufflinks on. Javy swatted his hand away and took over, shaking his head and handing Jake his whiskey to finish up.

“What are you so worried about? Stormy’s in dude, you two were made for each other.”

Jake knew he was being ridiculous, his family loved Stormy, all of his friends did too, he just wanted everything to be perfect for her.

“I’m not worried about her leaving me numb nuts, I just want it to be everything she hopes it is, I’ve checked the weather 100 times today and if it rains I swear-“

“Jake, she’s not just excited about the fairy tale wedding; she’s excited to marry you. The rest of it will turn out perfectly because you two will be together, the rest is gravy bud.”

Jake wondered to himself when Javy had gotten so smart, but he had to admit his wingman was right about one thing, being with you forever was the thing that mattered most and Jake couldn’t wait to start it with you.

As you walked down the aisle you could barely hold it together, Jake was already tearing up when you reached him taking his hand in yours it took all the restraint you had to not go ahead and kiss him. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and even if it had just been the two of you and a justice of the peace that would’ve been enough, because the end result was forever with the love of your life. Jake’s brother-in-law, a preacher back in Texas had been asked to be the officiant and when he finally announced you man and wife you couldn’t get to your love fast enough, pressing your lips to his as he made a show of dipping you for the crowd.

Later that evening in the glow of the harbor lights you were swaying to the music with your husband and you couldn’t put into words how perfect this night had been. He pulled your face close to his as he sang along with the band, and you had to kiss him again, it felt like every cell in your body cried out to be loved and touched by Jake Seresin and you knew without a doubt he always would. No matter where the two of you went he would do everything to love and protect you, and you would always do the same. Forever.

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crazyk-imagine · 11 months

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The Rules of Friends with Benefits

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Pilot!reader (Sparrow) Characters: Pilot!reader (Sparrow), Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Javy “Coyote” Malachi, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Penny Benjamin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson (breifly mentioned) Warnings: Fluff, angst, happy ending, mentions of smut, illusions to sex, not as graphic as it could be, the rules are like a voice over to the scenes, no one knew what was going on, everyone made a bet when they noticed a change, Bob was the only one to say reader and jake got together, penny making a joke about the dagger squad being his children, reader and cyclone don’t see eye to eye (implied), never bet with the dagger squad

Word Count: 4,321

A/N: A little background on Jake talking to Bob about being his back seater. The reader was originally Jake’s after she finished her practice round (as punishment, for both of them). Then Cyclone called in the only one he felt would be the man for the job, Bob.

- Reader’s unmentioned call sign in Sparrow hence Jake’s Wings nickname

- Javy jokingly told Jake to ask reader about a fwb situation but never thought he’d actually do it

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You never thought you'd ever be asked something as insane as he just did. "I'm sorry, what?"

He throws his head back and takes another shot. "You're acting like no one's asked you this before, Wings."

You clench your jaw, annoyance filling you once more. "I'm not doing this with you." You scoot your chair back.

"I'm sorry."

You pause, "you're sorry?"

"I," he sighs. "I told Coyote this was a stupid idea."

"What was that?" You ask, curious as to what he mumbled.

"Would it be so bad to sleep with me?"

"Yeah. I don't want to catch anything," you say with a snarky smile.

He doesn't find it as funny. "You know that's not true."

"Is it though?"

"Just because I may sleep with a few different women when we're off, doesn't mean I'm not careful."

"Yeah," you reach for his drink, taking it for yourself. "I'll believe it when I see it." "Do you want to do this or not?"

"Why me?"

"What?"

"Why did Coyote suggest you ask me? No, better question, why did you agree to ask me?"

He's quiet.

"I mean, did you think I'd be easy or something?"

He realizes just how badly this has already begun and he needs to stop it before it gets worse. "I've got to stop you right there because that's not- that isn't,” he sighs.

“How about we start with, why you want to “fraternize” with coworkers?”

He shrugs.

You raise a brow before the corner of your lips twitch upwards. “Do you like me, Hangman? You wanna see me in a whole new light, perhaps.”

He shakes his head, letting out a huffing chuckle. “I’m glad to see you’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, I am. I see it now. You want to sleep with me because... you’re desperate, none of your usual hookers are available and you’re stressed.”

"Okay, they're not hookers. They were... nice women who-"

"In other words, they were horny."

He huffs, "you gonna let me talk or not?"

You raise your hands and scoot back into your seat.

"I think it'd be beneficial for us to do this kind of thing. Like you said, I'm stressed, and I know you are too. This line of work isn't the easiest."

You gasp, "you're joking. I thought it was so easy."

"See, that- that attitude right there I would love to-"

You pause, licking your teeth. "You've thought about this before. You're a dirty, dirty man."

"Hey now-"

You shrug, "I don't blame you. I've overheard girls talking about you. Really makes a girl think."

"So?"

"If we're going to do this, we're going to need to establish some boundaries... or rules, I should say."

"So- so we're doing this?" He was not expecting it to be this easy.

You nod, "you make a valid point and I need something to help me take care of my stress."

"I think I'm going to need another shot."

"Go order us another round while I think of some rules."

He doesn't need to be told twice as he walks towards the bar, easily calling Penny over.

You shake your head before grabbing a napkin and jotting a couple of things down.

Jake doesn't pay attention to any of the few women practically throwing these onto him.

It surprises Pete and Penny when they see him, shrug these ladies off and away from him... until he walks back towards you with a smile on his face.

Penny glances over at her boyfriend with a raised brow. "That's not going to end well."

"Maybe."

"You're really trying to argue with me."

"No."

"You are."

"I- no."

"Go take these to your kids."

"They're not mine."

"They might as well be."

“What are you writing there, Wings?”

You glance up at him, moving your arm to hide what you’ve written. “Not much, just... jotting down a couple of things.”

He sets your usual order to the side, (unknowingly, he subconsciously) wants all your attention he can get.

“A few rules, mainly. We can add more once we, you know, start this.”

“You sound so excited.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t give me attitude. You know we should have some rules, even if one of us doesn’t always want to follow them.”

“Oh, now you want to bring up our past. Well, what about the time when-”

You push yourself off the stool and cover his mouth. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. God you’re a child, licking my hand, really?”

He shrugs.

“I’m going to remove my hand. I want to hear nothing from you, you jerk.”

He nods.

“These are a few basic things I felt were necessary to get out there.”

“Makes sense to me.”

Rule #1: No discussing the deal with those who aren’t either of the pertaining parties

“So, you’re looking exceptionally glowy this morning.”

You shake your head, not giving into what your most trusted pilot friend (only female friend) and ally’s comment. “Glowy?” You ask, sitting on the bench as you tie your shoes.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about and don’t even pretend like you don’t. You’re not a very good liar.”

You snort. ‘If only you knew, Nat.’

“Okay.” You grab your bag and head out for the day.

“Is it that guy you told me about the other day?”

“Which one? I’ve been a little... out there lately.”

She doesn’t raise a brow, knowing you’re testing the waters, trying to find someone who’s benefits worthy before trying to settle down.

“What guy?” You sigh and turn around to find the devil.

“Bagman,” Natasha groans before yanking you with her. “We’re leaving. Go bother someone else. I want to enjoy the rest of my Thursday.”

“Too bad. I hear gossip and what is a guy supposed to do, other than listen and enjoy of course.”

Javy walks up behind the blond. “Have you seen him since?”

You turn to narrow your eyes at the two of them, praying to all and any god listening, to make sure neither of them talk about this.

Jake’s smirk only widens.

You regret starting this with him.

“Was he any good?”

That question gets her to stop. “What?”

She grimaces, “why would you want to know that Bagman? You not getting enough of your own, you need to ask others for their night out, so you have something to get off too?”

He’s quick to react, “what no! What’s wrong with you?!”

“Me?! You’re the one asking if the guy she slept with was any good and you’re getting pissed as me?”

He struggles to give a well-timed response and the two of you walk away.

Once you’re in her car and buckled in, you text the idiot.

SparrowBird

“If you plan on breaking rule 1, let me know so I can figure out where to bury my embarrassed body” 3:22p Sent Read

“Idiot” 3:24pm Sent Read

WannabeCowboy

“It wasn’t my fault, Wings” 3:26pm Sent Read

SparrowBird

“Sure, it wasn’t” 3:26pm Sent Read

WannabeCowboy

“I swear it wasn’t” 3:28pm Sent Read

SparrowBird

“We’re not in a relationship” 3:30pm Sent Read

You feel bad about texting him about your non-existent relationship for some reason? Maybe you don’t want to make him sad thinking about it.

WannabeCowboy

“I know” 3:34pm Sent Read

SparrowBird

“They can’t know” 3:39pm Sent Read

“I don’t want anyone to ask questions. You know how nosey everyone can get” 3:39pm Sent Read

It’s true, everyone from your group is too damn nosey but it’s not why you told him they can’t know.

WannabeCowboy typing…

Rule #2: No sleeping with other people (that includes dating)

“Sorry, darlin’ but I’m afraid I can’t tonight.” He easily turns her down, something he hasn’t done... ever.

“What? Why not?” She leans in closer as if that would persuade him into changing his mind. “Am I not pretty enough?”

“Oh no, you are. I just- uh- I’m too busy.”

“I saw the girl you came in with. She’s the one you always talk about, right?”

He says nothing.

“She’s the one you always come to me about. She’s the reason you’re always so stressed, remember?” She tugs at the collar of his shirt.

He reaches up and gingerly removes her hand from him.

She pouts. “Is she finally giving you some attention or something?”

He nods, “or something. So, even though you were, I say again, great. I can’t. I have to get back before she comes over, searching for me. I think I’ve let her drink melt enough tonight.”

She rolls her eyes, “whatever.”

He smirks as he turns around, walking away. He’s never felt this much satisfaction rejecting a girl before. ‘Is this why you did?’ He reaches beside you to give you your drink.

“Here you go, Wings.”

“Must you continue with that god awful nickname?” You ask, silently hoping he doesn’t stop. It’s special.

“It’s my humanly duty.”

You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, “see I don’t think it is, in your mind maybe.”

He takes a sip of his drink. “Who was that guy that swooped in, not even a minute after I left to go to the bar?”

“No one important.”

“You sure? It looked like he was trying to do more than talk to you.”

“He was, which is why I turned him down.” You avoid eye contact and take big gulps of your drink, staring out the window watching the sunset and the ocean waves crashing.

Jake takes this opportunity to stare at you, wondering how someone like yourself would ever want to be in a “friend” with benefits situation with him.

He can’t lie and say he’s not happy that you agreed to it, because he is. Oh, he is.

But there’s another thought that comes to mind.

You could easily find someone else to relieve your stress, he knows you can so why change that now?

You look down at your phone when it vibrates against the table. You open it and find a text from that one guy you went to the bar with months ago.

BarGuy

“Hey. You in town?” 7:33pm Sent Read

You glance up, checking to see where Jake’s attention is.

He’s chatting with Javy, who must’ve come when you were too into your thoughts.

SparrowBird

“Nope. I don’t think I’ll be back in town for a while. Sorry” 7:45pm Sent Read

After that you decide to turn off your phone, making a mental note to delete his number.

He was a genuinely nice guy but the more you... hangout with Jake, the more you get to know him.

“You two down for a round of pool?”

You chuckle, “if you mean, are you two ready to get your asses handed to you by a woman. Let’s play, Coyote.”

Javy eyes follow you as you walk towards the pool tables. “That’s the girl you want?”

Jake’s offended. “What does that mean?”

“She’s scary.”

A hearty chuckle escapes him. “What?”

“She’s got that crazy look in her eye. I think she plans on killing me.”

“Now, who’s dramatic?”

He pats his buddy’s shoulder before walking away. “Still you, man.”

Rule #3: No having sex without protection

One minute you’re in the air, the next you’re being berated for not doing what you felt was unnecessary and going against orders.

You were so annoyed and then as soon as you stepped through the locker room door, you knew what was going to happen tonight. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugs, “I thought you might want a little… company tonight. I know, it was intense today.”

You roll your eyes and walk down the hallway, Jake on your tail. “I’m not talking about this with you.”

“You don’t have to talk, Wings. I mean, you’re already going to be a mess underneath me for the first part-”

You grab the collar of his flight suit and slam his back into the nearest wall.

He barely flinches.

You lean in, “could you have said that any louder?”

There’s that stupid smirk again.

“I can scream it if you want me to?”

You let him go and stomp down the hallway, heading back to your place.

Bob swerves around the corner, catching your body exiting the door before it closes. He glances between the door and an unkempt Jake.

The smirk falls from his face when he notices Bob. “What are you looking at Baby on Board?”

He shakes his head, “nothing. You ready to go in the air?”

“As if you need to ask.”

He regretted it as soon as the question was asked.

Jake wraps his arm around the other man’s shoulders. “Let me give you a few pointers on being my back seater.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Too bad.”

He called you as soon as he left, teasing you… in a non-Jake way. “I got your favorite.”

You furrow your brows and not because the characters on the tv show you’re watching are doing some interesting things for a comedy show. “My favorites?”

“Yep. Favorite dinner, drink, and desert plus some whip cream which could be used later.”

“You’re just trying to persuade your way into my pants.”

“I’ve already been there but I’d like to visit again.”

“God, you’re annoying.”

“Which makes the sex better.”

You roll your eyes. “Are you almost here?”

“Just pulled in, sweetheart.”

‘That’s a new one,’ you think.

After dinner you two sit down and finish the season of your most recent binge.

You don’t remember who started it, but you wound up in your bedroom and you pulled away from him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, this- this is good, but it’d be even better if I knew you had protection.”

“Protection?”

You blink once. “Don’t tell me you’re seriously this dumb.”

He looks offended but you don’t focus on that and continue talking.

“I’m not talking about protection to save us from a bear attack, Seresin. I’m talking about the more important protection, you know, like a condom. We’ve been over this before.”

The corner of his mouth curls. “What’s got you in such a mood?”

“As if you don’t know?” You’re tired of the games he’s been playing with you since earlier this morning, at work no less.

Your annoyance rises as you think about how easily he teases you in front of everyone, almost like he wants them to find out. But this is the only thing you’ve been looking forward to since your “talk” with Vice Admiral Cyclone.

You get tired of trying to unbutton his shirt and rip it off.

“You got something or not?”

He glances between you and his, now destroyed, shirt. “I do.”

“Good, I have some of my own so we’re both fine.” He pulls off the rest of his shirt before reaching down for your own, pulling it up to your chest. He leans down, kissing along your neck before moving down to, as you say (the next morning), attack you.

“I don’t need you to take your time.” You grab him by his neck, holding so you’re a mere few inches apart, “it’s sweet but I need you and I need you now.”

“I like what you’re telling me to sweetheart.”

There it is again.

Rule #4 No kissing

You close your eyes, head tilting back.

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels so good… and you don’t want him to know. Jake has a big enough ego; he doesn’t need anything else to expand that.

He knows it’s good, that he’s good; he’s holding back so he doesn’t let go too early. He wants to make this last, unlike the other times you’ve been together or any other woman he’s been with.

Your grip tightens on the sheets, trying your best to not lift your hands and scratch him.

God knows there doesn’t need to be anymore “talk” in the locker rooms. No marks, no more talks; it’s as simple as that.

He doesn’t try to slow down or stop (when does he). His pace is relentless.

You shiver when his lips move up against your neck, you don’t mind it though even if both of you agreed to this being a rule.

Maybe you’re getting soft or maybe you’re giving in to the feelings you’ve been denying for so long. You can’t think too much into it as your body is moved closer to him, your hands slip onto his biceps.

He lifts your lower half higher so you’re resting on his lap and begins nipping at your jawline.

Your nails slowly dig into the skin of his biceps, he doesn’t mind.

He pecks your check and then corner of your mouth.

You let out a shuddered breath, stomach twitching at the sensation in your lower body and his intimate gesture.

He lifts his head off you, studying your expression, wanting to see how close you are. He can’t help it and leans down, capturing your lips with his.

You’re quick to fall into a rhythm with him.

You know there’s no turning back, you’ve gone too far, you’re in too deep.

No matter how many rules you two made, it was doomed from the start.

There was always something between the two of you no matter how much you tried to deny it.

Rule #5 No falling for each other

“Would it kill you stop looking at your phone like that?”

Jake’s head snaps up. “What?”

His friend clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You’ve been staring at your phone over the last few minutes.”

“And?”

“You look like a sad puppy whenever you check the notifications and find that she hasn’t responded.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You do. Next time you do, I’ll take a photo.”

“Coyote-”

The man shakes his head. “Nope, don’t even try. You won’t win.”

He rolls his eyes. “I hate you sometimes.”

“No, you don’t.”

This gets the blonds mind thinking.

Could he really be becoming a different person because he has actual feeling you? Is that why he gets, well like this, now?

He shakes his head, he couldn’t have feelings for you, right?

Javy turns around to find his friend gone, he purses his lips because he knows the main reason why Jake left but did, he really have to leave him on his own?

They drove to the bar together and he needs a wingman tonight.

You open the door, “hi.”

“Hey.”

“What made you come over? I thought you had plans with your boyfriend tonight?”

He doesn’t join in on the chuckling.

“Okay, you usually laugh when I joke about Coyote, what happened? Are you okay?”

He nods. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just-” Missed you is what he truly wants to say. “I was a little stressed after this afternoon.”

You nod your head, “I kind of figured you would be. It wasn’t easy today.”

And then you two wound up in your bedroom.

He stares at you, like he did earlier when you walked through the door at base this morning but… something’s changed since then.

Have you always looked this serene even while his hips snap against yours over and over again?

How did he not realize that you're the one he wants to go out with and take on the most magical and memorable dates?

Is this what Javy has been implying this whole time?

He begs you to open your eyes, but you don't hear him. "Sweetheart," he takes a deep breath, not wanting to let you know how good he's feeling (now that he knows what he feels for you) because if he does, he'll moan.

"Open your eyes. I need to see you... fall apart for me,” he adds in normal Jake fashion. “Do it for me,” and then he says something he’s never done before and calls you by your first name.

You struggle to open your eyes and bite your bottom lip, close to sucking it in so a witty comeback doesn’t escape you and ruin the mood.

"There she is," he smiles, leaning in. His eyes trail over your face, memorizing every blemish spot, acne scarring, and anything else you may see as an imperfection that he's going to forever classify as absolutely beautiful.

The look in his eyes is much different than previous times. It's like, he's seeing you for the first time.

You can feel the change coursing through your body (and not just because he's slowing his pace, wanting to draw this out).

He hovers over you for a minute and then leans in closer to your face, his eyes travel over every part of it he can. He's trying to see if it's okay for him to do this and finds no objections, dare he say, you're even leaning up and meeting him halfway.

Neither of you can think about how you're breaking rule number four and five, as you kiss him until you can't anymore.

You two barely part, breathing the other in as you catch your breath.

It just became more than a friend with benefits situation, and it’s become more complicated than it should have, which led to your blowup.

You lay side by side, staring at the ceiling trying to comprehend what happened and what this means.

He turns to his side, watching you, something he’s never done before. “You, okay?”

“Yep.”

“Doesn’t sound like it. Usually there’s a little more heat to you.”

“Maybe I don’t have any more heat.”

“Like I’d believe that.”

“Why don’t you just go home?”

His brows knit together in confusion. “Woah. What just happened?”

“What do you mean? I’m just helping you get out of here faster. I mean, you’re already out the door by now. Why take your time tonight?”

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me, and I don’t care how long that takes.”

“Well, I do.” You push yourself out of your bed and throw on the top you were grabbing your underwear and bottoms. “You need to get out.” You turn around and find him sitting up, watching you.

“Okay, I hear, and I will, but can I just ask one thing?”

“What?” You snap at him.

“Why are you trying to throw me out of here so bad?”

“What?”

“I don’t have any other plans tonight; in fact, I ditched Javy so I could come see you.”

“Am I supposed to be grateful?”

“I’m not saying that.”

“Sounds like it.”

“Would you stop trying to push me away?”

“I’m not trying to push anyone away. I think,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I think this was a mistake.”

“What? Our deal?”

You run a hand through your hair, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, I do.”

He gets out of bed, grabbing his boxers. “I don’t believe you.”

“Yeah, and I don’t care whether you do or not.”

“You care more than you want to admit.”

“Why do you keep saying that? As if- as if there’s more to us than there really is,” you say, voice cracking with emotion.

“Because I know something’s changed. For you and for me.”

You shake your head.

“It’s true,” he reaches for you, hands on either. “I’ll be the first out of the two of us to admit that I broke one of our rules.”

You don't even know how to respond.

"I broke the one rule we created because we already knew we were doomed."

"Which one?"

"One of the important ones, especially with what we do. You remember the conference we had not too long ago about how being in a relationship with your coworker isn't a good idea because of all the drama that can come with it."

It takes you a minute to realize what he's talking about and once you do, you let out a quiet, "oh."

"Yeah, that one. I can't stop thinking about you, you know?"

"Really?"

"Always, never stopped. Even when we supposedly hated each other. You were still there, lingering and that's why I knew it should be you I ask."

"Is that what made you come up with this idea?"

"Not at first. It was kind of Coyote’s idea.”

“He knows?!”

“No,” he shakes his head. “No, no one does... but he and Bob might suspect something’s up.”

“What?!”

“Hey, hey,” he pulls you close. “They’re not going to say anything unless we tell them to. You know Bob and I vouch for Coyote. And they know better than to mess with my girl.”

You pull back, “your girl?”

“I thought we went through this already?”

You pretend to think about it before shaking your head, “nope, pretty sure we didn’t.”

“Alright, fine. Would you do me the honor of being the one I get to call mine?”

You shrug, “I guess.”

“Oh, that’s how we’re going to play this.”

“Yeah, whatch’ you going to do about it, stud?”

“Throw you back into that bed and show you.” You smile before launching yourself at him. “Take me away... or go home.”

He moves his hands from your thighs and slides them closer to your behind. “I’m starting to think you like my punishments.”

“Me? Never, what makes you say that?”

He smiles, shaking his head and gently sets you down letting you crawl wherever you think you can.

Natasha turns her head, curious as to what she saw from the corner of her eye. “Did you get attacked by a suckerfish?” She asks, with a smirk.

You shake your head, “if only you knew.”

“Damn, Hangman. You wind up in bed with a werewolf?” Reuben asks.

“It was brat night.”

A few of the others start snickering.

You two see each other from afar, he winks, and you smile.

Bradley, Mickey, Reuben, and Natasha are losing their minds.

No one sees but Javy slides a twenty over to Bob. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

Bob smirks and slips it into his pocket.

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furiousladyking · 9 months

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It's a Date

It's a Date - Part One??

Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: this is kind of a feeler to see if anyone is interested in yet another fic in this trope

Summary: Jake Seresin is feeling defeated. His youngest sister, Brooke is getting married in 3 weeks, and he has yet to find a date. While he loves his family, he can't say he enjoys getting those comments from his mother about when he is going to find a "nice girl" and settle down. In comes Y/N "Casper" L/N, a prime target to help get rid of the one on Jake's back.

Warnings: probably very incorrect military information - but hey we're trying our best, probably profanity

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The Hard Deck was seemingly filled to the brim with aviators and civilians alike, something quite common for a Friday night in July. The crowd was loud, and there was an old rock song playing, however drowned out. The familiar clink of pool balls and thump of darts lulled incredibly tired individuals into a sense of calm.

In an entirely uncommon event, Hangman was... quiet. Too quiet if you ask any of his fellow aviators. Looks were passed, and whispers between Phoenix and Bob were somewhat hidden for thirty minutes.

"As much as we all appreciate a little bit of a break from hearing you go on about how great you are, you're kind of freaking me out," Phoenix tried as she walked up to the pool table. Coyote snickered beside her.

"Hmm?" Rooster quirked an eyebrow at the distracted man beside him. No come back? No stab at flirting? He took the pool cue and placed one end of the floor. He waited a moment. Despite the far away look in Jake's eye, he sunk the shot he had lined up. Rolling his eyes, Rooster decided to test the boundaries.

"Hey Hangman, did you hear that Cyclone let me know I was getting a promotion? Lieutenant Commander."

"Wow, that's cool," Hangman replied. He lined up his next shot. Those surrounding the pool table were a bit taken aback. Bringing his cue back, he stuttered on the follow through. "Wait, what?" The ball missed the pocket by about half a foot.

"There he is," Bob said from his seat, rolling his eyes.

"Lieutenant Commander? Rooster we both know you'd be the last-" Hangman began, hitting what the squad called his sassy stance. One hand on his hip, jutted out, the other holding his cue stick.

"Hey, no need to hurl insults, I was just seeing how out of it you were. Wasn't sure if we needed to send you to the infirmary. Your ego wasn't practically suffocating us" Rooster put his hands up in a mock-surrender.

Hangman placed his hand on his face, letting it slide down in hopes it wipe the worry away. He debated on brushing it off and telling them he was just picturing the best way to rub in his latest win during their dogfighting. The Dagger Squad had been stationed together in Miramar for a little over a year and no one was being reassigned anytime soon. Jake had been making a conscious effort to be more vulnerable with the squad, to let them in as his chosen family.

"My sister is getting married in 3 weeks."

The others were silent for a moment.

"Congratulations?" Phoenix offered. Hangman sighed and shook his head, mostly to himself.

"When they started planning the wedding six months ago I told my mom I had someone to bring with me," He started. Rooster cocked his head to the side. "She reminded me on a phone call about how excited she is to meet my girlfriend"

"Hangman has a girlfriend?" Fanboy pipped in, after hearing bits of the conversation.

"He doesn't," Rooster answered for him. "That's the problem."

"Hey, why don't you get someone to go with you and just act like you are dating?" Bob spoke from his spot on the chair. Suddenly feeling numerous eyes, he started to defend, "I've heard people do it a lot."

"I'm not bringing some hooker to meet my family," Hangman huffed, glaring in Bob's direction, then softening his gaze. "I'm just going to have to tell my mom that she and I broke up. Maybe she'll even pity me enough to not try and set me up with her friend's children." Jake leaned his pool stick up against the table and went to sit down next to Bob. He sipped his drink as he pondered how that would play out in reality.

"Get Casper to go with you." Hangman almost choked on his drink. He looked incredulously in Coyote's direction. "Think about it, she's the only one you know well enough to pretend you've been dating. Besides Phoenix, but we all know her acting skills wouldn't be good enough to go along with being your girlfriend for four days." Phoenix elbowed him in the rib. Coyote tries to stand tall, but still clutches his side in his hands.

As if on cue, he hears her voice. Still in her service khakis and hair in a bun, she carries her drink with her toward the group.

"Hey, what are we talking about?"

"I swear this type of shit only happens in movies."

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Thank you for reading!

Anyway, let me know if this is something I should even consider continuing!

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #tgm #tgm fic #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #fanfiction

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gretavanlace · 1 year

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Poppins (part 5)

Josh/Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, slight angst, etc

Sleep doesn’t plan on dropping in to visit you tonight, that much is clear. Still, it doesn’t stop you from staring up at the ceiling, longing for it.

If you could just quiet the storm inside your head, if only for a moment or two, you might be able to drift away.

All hope is lost completely when your phone begins to vibrate on the night stand beside you. It crosses your mind to ignore it, but no one calls at this hour for no good reason.

With an exasperated sigh, you roll to your side and grab it up.

“Perfect.” You mutter upon seeing Jake’s name displayed on the screen. Yet another facet stepping up to complicate this shit show of a night even further.

“This better be good.” 3 am phone calls don’t lend themselves to a proper greeting in your book.

“Well, hello to you, too, pretty girl.” He laughs, clearly bright eyed and full of piss and vinegar.

“I’m sleeping, Jacob.” You huff, flopping onto your back once again.

He calls your bluff. Of course he does. “No you’re not. You sound wide awake, and I need someone to keep me company.”

“No pretty young thing to follow you home from your gig tonight?” You ask, though you certainly don’t actually want to know.

He makes a sound in the negative, and then adds, “But if I get really hard up, I can just pop my head out the door and flag down one of the hookers that are loitering around this shit hole of a motel.”

“That bad?”

“I’ll put it this way,” he breathes a wisp of a laugh, “If I were to look under the bed and find a dead body, I wouldn’t be shocked. Not even a little bit.”

“Yikes.” You genuinely feel for him. Hotels and their germs freak you out as it is, you can’t fathom being expected to sleep in an establishment as fine as the one he’s describing.

“Make sure you check for bed bugs before you go to sleep.” It breaks your heart to think of him slumbering fitfully while tiny monsters feast away.

“You think I’m going anywhere near that bed?” He sounds offended, but you know better. “I’m sleeping in the fucking bathtub. I wish you were here, though.”

“So, you’d have me suffer through a night in hotel hell just so you’d have someone to keep you company? Narcissist.”

That halting laugh of his, the one you’re completely smitten with, makes an appearance, but his reply comes gently. “No. There’s just something about the thought of seeing something so beautiful surrounded by all this ugliness…I don’t know.”

That, you hadn’t expected.

He glosses over his honesty and begins telling you about the bar he’s playing. About how it used to be a speakeasy. How there are still scattered bullet holes in the walls from a raid. Al Capone once visited, he tells you animatedly, and broke a bartender's nose for speaking without respect…

On and on he prattles, and you let him, paying close attention to his every word. This isn’t your first time being ‘Jaked’ in the middle of the night.

And if you’re being honest, maybe your attentiveness has more to do with the fact that you miss him already. It’s good to hear his voice, that calming, soft rasp. His idiosyncratic tendencies - ‘you know’ as a place filler as he gathers his thoughts, interesting, suppose, it’s all so jake, and it makes you feel safe in the strangest way.

You ask questions in all the right places, not enough to interrupt, but just enough to encourage the stream of thoughts he has decided to share with you.

That is, until he catches on. “Are we whispering because it’s late, or because you’re at my brother’s?”

You pluck at the blanket thrown over you, chagrined. A child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “He was out of sorts with you gone, so I stayed. You know how he gets.”

“I get that way, too.” He points out softly. “Who babies me?”

You shrug, though he can’t see you “A girl in every port?”

“Would you stop with that?” He suddenly sounds sad, and it’s so unlike him you’re shocked into momentary silence.

It stretches on for a while, with you now staring at the wall as the tree outside lends the shadows of its leaves to dance and flutter in the night. And Jake, cooped up in some depressing, filthy room god knows where, breathing in stagnant air and mold spores.

He slices through it first, “Hey, poppins?”

“Hmm?” How easily can make your heart ache and pound without effort. They both can.

“Do you miss me?”

The hopefulness in his query makes you smile. He sounds almost…vulnerable?

“I do, Jake. I always miss you when you go away.”

A discreet hum of satisfaction is his only reply before the quiet returns. Then…

“Why are you at my brother’s, babe? Is this a ‘when the cats away the mice will play’ situation?”

Why is he always so calm and collected? Tipping his hand just enough to stoke the flames of your curiosity. And why is it so sexy?

“Are you the cat?” You ask softly, avoiding his actual question.

He sees your bet and raises the stakes “Are you two the mice?”

Still unwilling to hand over your secrets, you ask a question of your own. “What is this? You both really do get off on the competition of it all, don’t you? Is there a scorecard hidden away somewhere? Because I —“

“Hey,” he soothes, voice comforting like a warm, much loved quilt. “There’s no scorecard. We actually have a scoreboard. It lights up and everything. Cost a shit load.”

He successfully tugs a giggle out of you, plucking the thorn out of your side effortlessly. Seconds later, however, you’re right back where you started.

“Why, then? Sometimes I feel like I’m caught in sibling rivalry crossfire. Like I’m constantly ducking and dodging Kiszka bullets.”

“No such thing.” He’s trying his best to lighten things up. “We Kiszkas are noble and peaceful people.”

He desperately would like to be let off the hook… instead, you keep him dangling on the line. “I’m serious.”

At last, he gives in. “Alright, alright. The thing is, you can’t really blame us. Sometimes it’s unavoidable and that’s just science.”

“Science.” You repeat, unimpressed.

“Yes. Science. Identical twins, such as myself and my lesser half, share nearly indistinguishable brain wave patterns, and —“

“Jesus, do you two carry around some big book of twin factoids everywhere you go?”

Brushing your flippancy aside without comment, he continues on. “So, shared brain waves and 99.9% identical DNA means we view the world around us in much the same way. That’s why you hear those crazy stories about separated twins finding each other later only to discover they’ve been living parallel lives. Essentially, we’re the same person.”

“Is this where I come in?” You ask, trying hard to conceal the fascination hiding behind your nonchalance.

“Possibly.” In your mind's eye, you picture his fingers running over his lips in a gentle pinching motion. An endearing habit of his when he’s feeling contemplative. “But, sometimes I think it has very little to do with all of that. Sometimes I think it’s just you.”

“Me?’

“You’re the lighthouse, poppins…” his voice is soft and thoughtful. “And he and I are the ships. Question is, who will run ashore first?”

“Something happened between Josh and I tonight.” You confess. “And I honestly don’t know why I’m telling you. I just felt like you should know.”

“Doesn’t that make you think?” He questions, backing you into an invisible corner.

“Doesn’t what make me think?”

“The fact that you felt the need to tell me. It’s interesting, isn’t it?”

You’re not sure what to say to that, so you choose the easiest path and say nothing at all.

“Jealousy isn’t a character flaw I struggle with. Never has been.” You listen to the creaking groan of the likely cheap and worn chair he is repositioning himself in. “Territorial? I’ll own that, but almost never with Josh. So you have your fun, love. Get him out of your system. You and I both know which ship your light shines a little brighter for.”

He ends the call with little room for argument on your part. You consider calling him back to tell him he’s wrong (is he wrong?). Instead, you slip out of bed and pad down the hall towards Josh’s room, light and hushed on your feet.

Josh is dreaming of you. Lost in turquoise waters that lull him deeper and deeper, down down down. You’re everywhere. Your voice, echoing and purring with the delicate current. He is tangled in your silken hair. It glows in otherworldly shades of bioluminescent purple and he longs to touch it, but each lock dissolves into blinding glitter the moment he reaches for it. Closer to the floor of your sea he drifts, as your soft moans grow louder, accompanied by the alien mournful song of whales calling to one another, his unconscious world shifts…

Now you lie beneath him, twisted in wrinkled sheets, clinging to him as he rocks into you deeply. Your nails sting as they bite into and drag across his back and he hopes it burns forever. He likes it better here. Bathing in your ocean was bliss, but here he can touch your face. Here he can search your eyes for their secrets and taste your skin. He can hear the desire thrumming in your hummingbird heart. Here you are his.

He always thinks you’re beautiful, but like this, you are celestial. A supernova captured in his arms.

You call his name, but your eyes are cast over his shoulder. He knows without question who has come to dismantle his perfect world.

“Tell him to go.”

You shake your head languidly with a Mona Lisa smile, “I’d like him to stay.”

Squeezing around him just right, you run your fingertip down the bridge of his nose…

…and he startles awake with a curse.

His door isn’t closed, but merely pushed to…still, you lift a loose fist to knock lightly. A faint moan in the dark stops you.

It’s a tranquil sound, one you might expect to enjoy while caught up in slow and easy early morning sex. And while it isn’t overtly obscene, it steals the air from your lungs all the same.

He’s sleeping, your eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to know that, but he breathes another sigh into the air, and then…your name.

Can a sound be poetic? Can inflection be art? Because that is the only way to describe the way your name sounds on his tongue.

He’s dreaming…and whatever world he has faded into holds some version of you inside of it as well. What is going on inside that brilliant, beautiful mind of yours, Joshua?

This is wrong. You should go back to bed and pretend this never happened…but the angel on your shoulder has taken the night off, leaving the shameless devil in charge, plotting nefariously.

A harsh hiss of “Fuck!” bites out of him, startling you. He sounds frustrated and furious. He is awake, and very unhappy about it.

Standing still as a statue, you wonder ridiculously if he can hear the wild beat of your heart.

Knock now, you think. Pretend you’ve just arrived at his door. For the second time, you raise your hand to knock, and for the second time, you stop in your tracks when you see it.

His hand slips beneath the sheets as a shutter of pleasure ripples out of his chest. It’s no more than a strangled gasp, but your body explodes into heated pins and needles.

The drag of his fist against the linens keeps time with the airy moans he is panting into the night. It’s fucking intoxicating and you so badly want to go to him.

Instead, you back slowly away from the crack into the door, retreating further back in the hall. You’ll slink back to bed and it’ll be like this never even happened —

A floorboard creaks. An inanimate object groaning to tattle tale and shine a spotlight on your presence.

He stops instantly as you clamp your eyes shut tightly for a split second…if I can’t see you, you can’t see me mentality.

And while you pray with your whole soul to disappear like smoke in the air, he rises, tucks himself back into his sweats, and confidently closes the space between the two of you.

Before you can process, his fingers lace around your wrist and pull you into the room. Your body is pressed against the door, his breath warm on your neck as he reaches behind you to twist the lock.

A single finger traces along your cheek before tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Were you watching me?”

“I…” You stammer, guilty as sin. “I was just getting ready to knock and…”

His hand slides between your legs to tease his fingers over soaked cotton. “Oh,” he tilts his head, smug and pleased with his discovery. “Someone was enjoying the show. My sweet little thing has ruined her pretty panties.”

He finds your clit and presses against it, remaining still, taunting you with the delicious pressure of his touch. “Do you like to watch?”

You nod, the shame of being caught slowly seeping from your veins.

“Yeah?” He slips into your panties from the side and teases two fingers inside you, curling upward until your thighs are shaking. “You wanna watch me cum?”

A whine of desire trembles out of you, telling him all he needs to know.

His fucks his fingers into you just a hint faster. Building you up nice and easy, creating a heavenly push and pull that you never want to end. “Some other time, sweetheart. I’m far too in love with this soft little cunt of yours right now. Pink as cotton candy and just as sweet.”

Your hands are fisted into the shoulders of his worn out t shirt, steadying yourself as your hips rock to meet him.

“Jake called.” The words leave you as barely a whisper.

“Did he?” There is a conversational edge to his cadence. As though you might be discussing the weather while you clench and drip into the palm of his hand. “Missing you already?”

“I don’t know, he— oh, fuck…right there.”

“Right there?” You catch a glimpse of the cocky smirk playing over his lips in the dark. “I'll touch you right there, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and let me.”

Your back arches away from the door to bring your body nearer to his. You want him pressed against you, skin to skin. You want to melt into him and live there forever, surrounded by his warm light.

“You look so fucking pretty in this light.” The moon is filtering in through the window, cool and blue. You think of winter, and he mirrors your thoughts. “Like a snow angel.”

Your hand delves beneath his waistband of his tattered sweats. A chill races up his spine when you wrap your soft hand around him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you want…good girl.”

You coil and quiver around his fingers, giving yourself away.

“You like that?” He nips his perfect teeth into your bottom lip. “You want to be my good girl? A perfect princess to make my cock hard and my heart ache?’

Tightening your grip, you stroke him faster, earning a groan, long and low, deep within his chest as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge with just his hand.

“Josh, please,” the air feels charged, the way it does just before a vicious summer storm unleashes. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop,” he rocks into your hand a little faster to catch up with you. ‘Not until I have what’s mine. Let go for me. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum.”

With another practiced twist of his hand, he drags you under, free hand covering your mouth to quiet your cries, though he wishes he could let you scream until you were hoarse and spent.

He chases after you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own cries as he spills over your hand, tiny rivers of warmth that tickle your skin until your eyes flutter closed to savor the feeling.

It’s peaceful for a stretch, but when the words come, you don’t swallow them down like maybe you should. You speak them into existence like maybe you shouldn’t.

“He says you’re in love with me.”

His lips ghost over your cheek, light as the softest feather. “I am.”

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urachiiiiii · 1 year

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masterlist for my human au atwow headcanons!!

(mostly for reference when I'm writing so there's some pretty specific things; might update it ocasionally)

Jake

slight dad bod

either in classical home depot dad attire or using the clothes from his 20s there's no in between

looks great with stubble and goes days without shaving but never to the point of growing a full beard (says it makes him look old)

used to have a "show me your boobs if you hate racism" shirt but Neytiri made him get rid of it when she got pregnant

uses the same beat-up running shoes from when he was a teen for any occasion

a sucker for bands from his teens to this day. will die loyal to the late 90s bc he's a young soul (Neytiri says he's just a manchild)

lets his hair grow out after the navy and it makes him look so much younger. Neytiri is actually spooked at how much he looks like he traveled back in time to his teens

used to pick up Spider to go to school when his dad wouldnt take him

never reads the instructions on how to assemble the ikea furniture but somehow gets it done perfectly every single time

cried when he found out about Kiri's first time bc his little girl was growing up too fast for him to keep up

big Queen enthusiast and raised his kids knowing every lyric to every song. if he's listening to bohemian rhapsody on the living room speakers you BET every single one of the Sullys will belt out the mama part no matter how far away they are located

likes to play rough with the kids like he did with Tommy when they were small and they all love it but he doesn't do it as much ever since Tuk hit her head on the ceiling when she was 5

used one of Neytiri's organic face masks once only to discover he's allergic to nuts. one trip to the ER later and now they are forbidden to enter the house

insists on driving the whole way on road trips even though Neytiri insists on switching

swears like a sailor and has to hold himself near Tuk because she's a big copycat and Neytiri wants her to be innocent for a little longer unlike her other children

emotionally stunted to the point where he really wants to express his feelings but it just doesn't come out bc he was never taught how to properly do so when he was young. his love language is more based on actions rather than words because of that

too hardheaded to wear sunscreen, always goes home from the beach looking like a shrimp

don't talk to him before his morning coffee

Neytiri

absolutely despised Jake's accent and taught him out of it once he moved to Pandora (pretend it's a country and not a planet) just bc she was so annoyed whenever he talked

forced every single one of the kids (and Jake) to download life360 ever since Tuk got lost in the mall and they found her hiding inside a mannequin's skirt three hours later

her love language is physical affection, always hugging and kissing and patting her children's heads even if they complain

very liberal about subjects that would embarrass other parents; she was raised without shame and is very comfortable with human nature. whenever the kids need to confide something like first periods, first times and emotional stuff like they always go to her first

Mo'at is black and Eytukan was traditional na'vi; her dark skin tone is her mother's but she inherited her father's hair so it's naturally straight like in the movies. Neteyam's hair is like hers but Lo'ak and Tuk's are like their grandma's

cleans the entire house whenever she needs to calm herself

hc her working as an elementary teacher, inspired by her own experience with Grace and how well she did; she wishes she could be a good influence for young children as her own teacher was

really loud inside her own home, yells a lot even when she's not mad, she's just a naturally loud speaker

threw Lo'ak's GTA cd out the window like a frisbee when she found out you could hire hookers and run over people

early bird, wakes up at like 5 in the morning even on the weekends

uses organic and/or homemade products on her hair and skin

always snacking on some fruit

walks around the house naked all the time as if they didn't have any windows or neighbors

after her dad's death she has at least one of his personal beads on her hair at all times. even when it's loose she makes one tiny braid to put a bead on

really tall and slender body, Tuk says she's built like a model

eats about anything people offer her, no matter how exotic. Jake still gags when he remembers the beetle incident on their honeymoon

Neteyam

Starboy is his favorite album of all time (sidewalks is his and Lo'ak's ultimate comfort song bc it has kendrick in it)

has asthma but even so he's really good at most sports as long as he doesn't overdo it

kind of a fuckboy but not in a player way. he just doesn't have the time for anything serious so he blows off some steam once in a while but doesn't commit. he makes his intentions clear for everyone involved tho

very clean and needs to take at least 2 showers everyday or else he feels icky

no gag reflex (really cool party tricks except when he actually chokes on something)

got his belly button pierced so that he could match his mother's own. also let Kiri pierce his septum after she pierced her nose (it got infected oops)

loves dancing and knew basically all the choreos in dance central by heart. is too shy to go off in public though unless his siblings dance with him or he's drunk

shoe crazy. has so many pairs and treats them all so well, doesn't let anyone borrow them and if you step on one of those you might just as well jump off a bridge. you're dead mate

made fun of his mom for playing candy crush once but ended up downloading it and liking the game more than she did (still plays it to this day unironically)

splotch of vitiligo on the back of his neck the shade of his dad's skin that kind of resembles texas (Jake tells him it's the only real proof people need to know he's actually his son. Lo'ak calls him 99 dark chocolate)

has a very high pain tolerance but secretly likes to be coddled so he turns into a baby whenever he gets a harmless injury just so people can take care of him

sagittarius

contact lenses for reading but has a pair of glasses he uses sometimes when at home

when Ao'nung flirted with him at first he would scoff and act annoyed but started to miss it when he stopped doing it because he asked to

never actively came out to his parents. they just used their sixth sense and decided he was gay one day when he was a boy and once he grew up and didn't correct them they just went w it

overall masculine but picked some feminine traits from his mother and grandma (sitting w his legs crossed, painting his nails, tweezing his eyebrows and using feminine clothing sometimes)

Neytiri's face with Jake's body

really ticklish

Kiri

on the spectrum

nonbinary but doesn't really care about how she passes, pronouns and stuff like that. mostly just does her thing whenever and however she feels like it

sneezes like a grandpa

natural ginger but dyes her hair black bc she doesn't like standing out from her siblings too much (being white is already enough)

had a colossal crush on Spider when going through puberty but will never admit it

had her first epileptic episode when watching Lo'ak play geometry dash on the family tablet; the game has since been banned from the house to her brothers dismay

cuts her hair herself

paints all over her walls

has mild emetophobia so she doesn't drink or go on roller coasters bc she's scared she'll throw up; gags whenever she hears the sound of gagging

pierced the side of her nose and gave herself 2 stick and poke tattoos when she was 15; Neytiri was furious she didn't ask her to do it instead

loathes the feeling of Jake's stubble due to her sensory issues but still makes an effort when it's hugging/kissing time bc she knows he likes it and doesn't want him to feel bad and shave it

freckles and moles all over her body

has more body hair than most girls but refuses to shave and sometimes paints her arm hair just to see people's baffled reactions

bites down on things and people randomly out of nowhere and no one knows why, not even herself (her favorite target is Tuk's head)

stims by pulling her hair, listening to the same song over and over again, rocking back and forth and (strangely) smelling Rotxo

VERY sensitive to smells. steers far away from Lo'ak whenever he hasn't showered in a bit or starts sweating

doodles on every single thing in her possession. the whole bathroom mirror is full of drawings and even if someone cleans it they just come back

not shy at all, just an introvert. most people actually think she's very pleasant and knows how to carry a good conversation (she simply chooses not to)

aquarius

had the nasty habit of putting her finger inside people's mouths when they yawned; stopped doing that after Neytiri bit her once

Lo'ak

astoundingly HORRIFYING posture. his shadow looks like a tim burton character

lactose intolerant but loves cheesy things (always forgets his lactase tablets and has to go running to the bathroom whenever he eats out)

managed adhd and anger issues

aries (surprise surprise)

considers himself bi but would rather DIE than actually enter a romantic relationship with a man

used to make gagging sounds at Kiri just to see her suffer whenever she pissed him off when they were kids. stopped after she actually threw up one day and his mom yelled at him

real life definition of light skin stare; caramel skin, blue eyes like his daddy, jaw and cheekbones to kill for and full lips. constantly doing The Face™ just to see Tuk laugh

acts tough but is kind of a pussy and gets scared really easily when it comes to horror movies, roller coasters and stuff like that

has a big brownish burn mark on his hip from when he tried to make french fries and dropped a pan of hot oil; tells people he just has vitiligo like his brother but for some reason they don't believe him (doesn't know that vitiligo only comes in white and his siblings don't tell him bc its funny seeing him embarrass himself)

sleeps with his mouth open and drools an ocean every night, constantly has to wash the pillow cover

whenever his mom has an appointment at the beauty salon he goes with her just to see Tsireya working. secretly likes it when she has free time and practices on his nails but would rather be caught dead than say it out loud

calls his sister a racist whenever she says anything against him and watches her get flustered and splutter like its the funniest thing in the world (it indeed is)

pierced one ear but passed out when Neytiri went to pierce the other bc he has no pain tolerance whatsoever

doesn't stink per se, he's always got some cologne and body spray on and has good hygiene; the thing is he sweats really easily and has a naturally strong body odor so he doesn't smell all the time, but when he does its really strong

in love with Tsireya's stomach rolls

Jake's face with Neytiri's body

Tuktirey

despite common belief she is definitely NOT an ipad kid. this child runs around jumping anywhere every chance she gets; very physically active and can't stand still playing with one thing for too long

has absolutely no shame at all. runs around butt-naked and uses the toilet with her siblings still in the bathroom all the time, simply couldn't give less of a fuck (it's a Neytiri trait but she will never admit it)

watches coryxkenshin with Neteyam every chance they get and both enjoy it equally bc he's funny as hell and family friendly at that

has a gap on her front teeth she uses to squirt choco milk out of (Lo'ak thinks it's the funniest shit he's ever seen but Neteyam always yells at her when she does it)

loves touching her dad's stubble and loves it when he gives her kisses because it tickles

taller than most kids her age (Neytiri hopes she grows even more before her first period so that she doesn't stop growing and end up a sixth-grade sized teen)

crackhead gemini

knows more than the grown ups think she does but acts innocent and clueless to create awkward moments because she likes seeing them squirm (menace)

has a really slow brain to mouth filter, always says the rudest and most awkward things even when she doesn't mean to, ends up embarrassing people really easily

loves feeling useful, you could ask her to paint the fence with water and she would do it if she thought it was helping you

really easy to please; plays with girl and boy toys, uses boy and girl clothes, could be satisfied both by going to the movies or playing on a puddle of mud

took a while to speak and her first word was "dumb" after seeing Neteyam walk into a glass door

annoys her siblings until they let her tag along to their teenage adventures; thankfully most of their friends like her

covers for the teens when they need but it always comes with a cost (makes them buy candy and robux for her)

kind of kid to crawl inside public bathroom stalls through under the door (Neytiri and Kiri can't let go of her hand anymore when they go)

Tonowari

Maori king

built like a refrigerator, works out but somehow still manages to have a beer belly

even tho he's always busy at work he finds time to do house chores, not just because he wants to ease Ronal's burden but also bc he actually likes acting like a housewife (it relaxes him)

meanest man to ever exist behind a grill. doesn't matter if he shouldnt or cant, he WILL grill every single thing in his line of sight

fishing dad!! takes the kids on fishing trips monthly and they love it. has a picture of him with a fish about his size from when he was twelve and cherishes it to this day

was a really cool guy in his teens, a total chick magnet and competed in surfing. his childhood acquaintances say how much Ao'nung reminds of him back then all the time and he's so proud of it

passed out in the room seeing Ao being born. thought he was prepared when it was Tsireya's turn but Ronal passed out so he did too

inhumane alcohol tolerance; usually when they have a cookout he drinks the whole day without even realizing and everybody wonders if he's secretly an alcoholic but no. he's just built different

the other women in the neighborhood are soooo jealous of Ronal because he's the best husband ever

didn't actually plan on becoming mayor; the people actually asked him to do so because he's so likable and such a natural leader it was such a great fit

has really full eyebrows he also passed on to his kids. Ronal tries tweezing them but he doesn't let her

socks with sandals

does woodwork as a hobby, creates some beautiful traditional stuff and actually built most of the furniture in the house. currently making a big swing for when the baby is a bit older (Ao and Reya are jealous)

the house they currently live in is a house built long ago that is passed down to the respective mayors. it was already a really nice house but he made sure to renovate all of it himself bc he's a handy dad

built a small pool house in the backyard under the excuse that the teens needed a spot to hang out when they have friends over. he secretly meant for it to be Rotxo's space for when he needed some alone time. he let it decorate it the way he liked and it's more of a guest house nowadays bc his nephew managed to turn the thing into an actual livable place

accidentally one-ups all the dads in town without noticing ("oh your son started swimming? thats really nice, Ao'nung started at three years old! :D)

Ronal

was a family doctor but decided to quit once she got pregnant to focus on her family. is now the headmaster of Awa'atlu's local high school and the students are terrified of her (she loves it)

wine mom

also an ingredient mom

people think she's so much younger than Tonowari but she's actually the oldest one (she's past her fifties don't tell anyone)

has a big wooden box of every gift and letter the kids have given her throughout the years

gossiping is one of her favorite pastimes but she's not fake about it. she'll talk shit ab you for sure AND will do it to your face too but will also give you advice if you ask her for it

skincare queen!! full of oils and lotions to prevent stretch marks when she's pregnant, always smells divine because of it

knits whenever she's stressed out. usually does rugs and blankets though since Awa'atlu is so damn warm no one would be insane enough to put on a sweater

made a handmade individual album for every one of the kids from their birth to now

has mad steel guts; could see a plane crash and burn right in front of her and wouldn't even flinch, which is good for emergencies but also freaks people out (understandably). her excuse is that being a doctor and raising three children does that

made sure all of her births were natural just to prove she was strong enough to do so even though no one ever doubted her

Roa (pretend shes a bulldog) was a pregnancy gift from Rotxo's dad (who was also her twin). she didn't like it that much bc shes not really big on animals but when he died she warmed up to her because she reminded her of her brother. now they even sleep in the same bed and nobody is allowed to discipline Roa but her because she "doesn't want any of them treating her badly"

strict open door and visible hands policies when people come over

treats Rotxo as if he was her own son and will murder anyone that dares say otherwise

she was pregnant once before Ao'nung but had a miscarriage due to stress; it was one of the main reasons she quit her job, she didn't want to risk that happening again and feeling that amount of pain once more

wasnt really big on the idea of tattoos when she was younger and didn't want to do any even if it was part of the Metkayina culture. changed her mind instantly when she saw Tonowari's first tattoo and how great it looked on him

always know when the kids are up to no good and think they're slick (side eyes Tsireya whenever her and Lo'ak are under a blanket together and never lets Ao and Neteyam sleep in the same room)

is harder on Ao'nung rather than her other children not because he's the eldest but because she sees so much of her teen self in him. she doesn't want him to lose his best years by isolating himself due to being so judgemental like she was

does most of her chores with Tsireya and really appreciates how much she takes after her father - she always offers help right away and does everything with a smile on her face even if she doesn't know how to do it and she really admires her daughter for it

Ao'nung

looks great with facial hair but doesn't grow a beard bc his mom doesn't let him (it reminds her of how old she's getting so she makes him shave it off). once he's finally able to rock a light goatee without her interfering she swoons at how handsome her big baby looks

used to be a chubby kid but after puberty and several growth spurts along with swimming he's in pretty good shape for his age. also works out with his dad sometimes

could wash his hair with only dish soap and it would still be naturally majestic. only uses plain shampoo and conditioner (it revolts everyone in the house)

tallest in the friend group and keeps putting things out of people's reach because he's kind of a dick

got a matching traditional Metkayina tattoo with Rotxo as soon as he turned eighteen (Ronal let the younger one do it even though he wasn't of age just because she thought it was so cute)

really squirmish unlike his mother and will pass out immediately at the sight of blood

doesn't listen to music all that much, so his taste is mostly Rotxo's and Tsireya's songs

the only reason they got a pool built in the first place was because of him. develops chronic depression whenever he's dry for too long (Ronal says his father used to be just like him and compares him to a little fish)

snacks on the most diabolical things ever (raw pasta with peanut butter and such delicacies) because hes too lazy to cook a proper meal just for himself

talks big talk but actually can't fight for his life 💀 the attitude makes up for it at least

best swimmer Awa'atlu High has seen ever since his dad

plays the guitar and had a band with Rotxo and Reya just for shits and giggles. they were actually pretty good

laughs at people presenting in front of the class (when its his turn he tells them to shut up)

although he's really known at school due to his abilities and parents most of the kids don't like him because of his resting bitch face syndrome, they think he's stuck-up when he's actually just chilling

leo

snores like a truck

kind of mf to turn to you in class with the most devilish grin when the teacher is scolding you just so you laugh and get scolded even more

asked Rotxo to share a room with him because he didn't want to be lonely

Rotxo

goes surfing to Three Brothers Rocks at least once a month to smoke with Ao

baby blue and aqua green braces

younger than Ao'nung but is one year ahead so he's in his grade

pisces

very insecure ab his looks because he's smaller than others his age and has braces and acne scars. truth is he's a cutie pie and once he hits his last stop in puberty train he's going to be a chick magnet

his hair routine is insanely detailed. puts a lot of effort into it and it shows. absolutely beautiful curls

naturally smart; doesn't make as much of an effort as Neteyam or Tsireya but still has above average grades

sometimes people look at him and just laugh because he zones out so often it looks like there are absolutely no thoughts behind those big ol green eyes

even though he's smart, the subjects only make sense in his own head, so he is a terrible teacher

will be talking to you looking like a cutie patootie while listening to the most explicit horniest whorish songs on planet earth on his earphones. AND he knows all the lyrics too

asked Tonowari for a huge aquarium in the living room, takes care of the little fishies religiously and knows how to differentiate all of them, also gave them all names

certified munch

pretty shy but once he gets to know you says the most out of pocket things ever because he hardly has any filter. so unintentionally funny

drops a beat out of nowhere and gets everyone cronk about it because its actually pretty good (Lo'ak starts freestyling on it but they all shut him down real quick)

makes bracelets and necklaces for the people he loves

the type of person to start telling a story and have a laughing fit in the middle of it so no one actually understands it by the end

an absolute beast on the drums. actually the only way he found to healthily manage his anger so whenever he plays he goes all out to the point it's just scary (or hot but that's for you to decide)

Tsireya

slightly chubby and has wide hips and big thighs like her mother; used to be insecure about it but started not minding as much as she got older.

very healthy, loves salad and fruit and natural juices and smoothies and all of the things most teens hate

loves pink. its her favorite color of all time and she has dyed some streaks of her hair when she was younger (didn't look great but she loved it regardless bc it was pink!!)

started working in a beauty salon and trained her nail painting skills on everyone for a month. nobody complained bc she's actually really talented and they came out great everytime

big sza beyonce and doja cat gal. ocasionally listens to kim petras bc she's pretty and bc she thinks some of her songs are funny

loves sweet things for breakfast

takes a lot after her mother in her mannerisms but looks just like her father and is a total daddy's girl

carries a huge 2-liter hydroflask with a dangling bell keychain with her everywhere she goes and it annoys the shit out of everyone. doesn't care bc shes unbothered hydrated and flourishing

always wearing lip gloss

watches courteezy religiously and thinks she's the funniest

has a pet hamster named Shuu The Third; the other two didn't manage to escape Tonowari's grasp (he sat on them)

has an entire desk in her room just for doing her makeup. it's a very natural aesthetic, never looks exaggerated but it takes a lot of care nevertheless

in love with Lo'ak's smile. thinks he's the most handsome boy alive

very girly girl and takes a lot of pride in it, people usually thinks she's dumb or superficial bc of her looks but she's full of personality and really smart; actually just likes the process of putting effort into her appearance

has HELLISH periods. her parents were actually scared she was developing a personality disorder after puberty because her pms turns her into a straight up bitch (turns out she just had endometriosis and was in excruciating pain most of the time)

has the voice of an angel and would sing on her brothers band just because she liked seeing them have fun with something other than swimming and surfing

ugliest laugh of all time. sounds like that one girl on that vine "not to be racist or anything but asian people..."

makes her own scented candles and spreads them all around the house

really good dancer, made her own dance club with some of her friends at school

cancer

Spider

speaks fluent spanish

runs real fast and also does parkour. doesn't even break a sweat, this boys got some insane stamina

huge '80s and '90s latino music fanboy bc of his mama

the kind of dude to say stuff like "later skater", "smell you later" and "deuces" unironically

legally changes his name to Spider Socorro as soon as he gets the chance (middle name is Oscar so it actually spells S.O.S which he thinks is rad as fuck)

only smaller than Ao'nung in their friend group and constantly being asked to pick things up from high places

absolute whore for spicy food and has crazy tolerance. Lo'ak always challenges him to food competitions (loses every time)

had a gigantic crush on Kiri while going through puberty and lowkey still does but he cherishes their friendship too much to tell her. kind of also thinks she deserves better

breaks bones like they're made of glass bc he has no survival instincts and throws himself off of ledges and small buildings like it's nothing thinking he has plot armor

hair straight in the roots, wavy in the middle and curly in the ends. absolute mad genetics

corniest mf to ever exist, will use the most stupid pickup lines ever but he enjoys it so much they actually turn funny

not exactly ripped but he does have plenty of muscle and the girls in school all wonder what he does to have a six pack (absolutely nothing, just climbs walls all day and has crazy metabolism privileges)

skates ever since he was a kid, total sk8er boy

terrible swimmer, can't hold his breath for shit

his closet consists of flannels and jeans and one single pair of beat up black converses

taurus

has dyslexia so has a hard time at school and barely gets any help from his father, Neteyam and Kiri do their best to help him though

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ashintheairlikesnow · 7 months

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I know you have little time on your hands for writing atm but I might just sneak in here anyways to give input. Who knows maybe you have time some day :D

I remember you posting about this Au where Chris won‘t get saved and Branch throws him on the street when he‘s "too old" and Chris encounters Kauri and he brings him to Jake and it‘s much harder to recover from there on.

Can‘t stop thinking about it it made me so sad!

Maybe you can write a piece about them meeting this way sometime when you feel like it 👉👈🥺

CW: Aftermath of spice, some dubcon implications, brief internalized ableism, drug use

Kauri wakes in a pile of bodies, briefly content simply knowing that if anything is the opposite of being alone, it's this. He still aches in all the right places from last night, and stretches his arms above his head, arching his back. His eyes are closed.

Someone next to him mumbles and rolls over, rolls away. Mourning the loss of even one point of contact, Kauri sighs and sits up. His head hurts, but that's normal on a Sunday morning, especially when his Saturday nights had been so fun. Sober now, he knows it's time to dress and disappear into the daylight, off to find the next drink, the next pill, whatever will soothe the way even now, he feels hollow.

He makes it to the door before he realizes he isn't the only person awake this early.

A flash of blue is slipping out ahead of him, hunched over in clothes too big for his frame. The man's profile is oddly delicate, strikingly beautiful.

Kauri had a hazy knowledge of someone with blue hair the night before, his back against someone's shoulder, another man between his legs. Or had it been the other way around, had he been between some man's legs...? It's hard to remember details. Kauri had been between two men himself, never the same two men twice.

Man, last night was fun.

Still, yeah, he remembers the hair. And a vague recollection of a sweet smile and soft pleading. The way his hips had rolled riding someone, hands splayed out on a sweat-soaked chest, biting his lower lip with his eyes closed. Making noise like it was forced out of him, but it'd been... yeah.

It'd been a performance.

Kauri had figured he was probably a hooker called in for the fun, but... now he wonders.

Hookers don't stay overnight.

"Hey," He calls out, and hurries to catch him. "Hey, wait up." He grabs the man by his arm. "Wait-"

The man goes still. He's short, skinny, swimming in these clothes. His hair's dirty and dull with copper roots showing through. But he turns to look back, and his irises - at least what Kauri can see of them around the dilated pupils - are the brightest green that Kauri has ever seen.

He's also clearly still high. Or maybe high again.

He has pale freckles in a scatter across his cheeks and his nose. Kauri wonders if you could play connect-the-dots with them, make something, maybe just a constellation.

"... what?" The word leaves the man slowly, like he has to consciously think about it first. "They... they said I could... have more before I left. I... didn't steal." He hesitates. "Did I?"

There's a scar over one cheek, somebody cut him with a knife. Not too bad - just for show. Just to make the scar.

Kauri swallows, and puts on his brightest, friendliest smile. "No, no, you didn't. And even if you did, I wouldn't say anything to anybody. But, just. I didn't get to say much to you last night. We were busy, right?" He winks.

"No." The man's gaze never meets Kauri's own - it dances, shifts from looking past his left shoulder to somewhere over his head, down to the right. Eye contact comes in brief flickers, as if he can barely stand it. He smiles, but it isn't real. It's false and faint. "Busy... last night. Having fun."

"Yeah, uh, it was a good time."

The man hesitates. Then he turns away again, pulling himself free of Kauri's grip, rubbing at the place where Kauri's hand had been nervously. "Good," He murmurs, as if reminding himself. "A good time. I had... a good time. I w, wanted-... I wanted... this. Always..." He trails off.

Then he starts walking, as if he's forgotten Kauri was even there.

"Want this," He's muttering. He sways from side to side as he walks, then stops, then starts again. His hands rub constantly, compelled, against the seams of his jacket.

Kauri's intuition prickles like a physical touch to the back of his neck, the weight of a shock collar, and he moves fast to catch up. "Hey, uh, are you-... um... let me buy you some breakfast, yeah? I got, like, forty bucks to my name. That'll get us some food. You look like you could stand to eat more."

The man pauses, briefly, looking over in Kauri's general direction. His hands bury themselves into his pockets and he hunches himself so much he seems inches shorter than he really is. "... okay. You, um. Want, want-..." He winces. "Wait. Silence is better than stammering, silence is better than stammering," He whispers, a recitation, and Kauri swallows as his spine chills from the nape of his neck down to the small of his back, all at once.

He's heard that chant before.

"... you're one of us," Kauri says, and it isn't a question. As soon as the other man tenses, he has his wrist up, looking side to side to make sure they're alone before he snaps open the leather bracelet and shows his barcode.

The man goes very still. Green eyes wander over the sight, and then he pulls his sleeve up to show his own. "WRU, Facility 001, Romantic 223499."

It's irresistible. Kauri hears another pet give theirs, he has to give his, too. He can all but feel his handler breathing down his neck waiting for it. "Right. Facility 001, Romantic 645898. But, uh. I'm Kauri." He tries for his bright smile again, but the other man doesn't return it. "What's your name? What do people call you?"

The man swallows. Then, he offers quietly, "My Sir... called me Baldur."

#AU #erase to control #chris the strawberry blond romantic #whump #referenced dubcon #internalized ableism tw #runaway whumpees #drug use tw

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dsaf-confessions · 3 months

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Okay, new pinned post to disclose stuff!

Welcome to dsaf confessions, the only mod here is modred hi hello I use she/he pronouns but that’s not important!!

This is a dsaf confessions blog but honestly since we unleashed the character anons it’s more like a hub, and the anons have sonas and stuff.

Here’s a list of all the taken anons, which I’ll update when more get added:

Davetrap anon

Jack Kennedy anon

Dave Miller anon

Flipside Dave anon

Steven Stevenson anon

Peter Kennedy anon

Caroline anon

Dee Kennedy Anon

Jake’s receiver anon

Stanley anon

Walt anon

Oscar Lewinsky anon (the first anon, btw!)

Dee’s scarf anon

Harry Fitzgerald anon

Matt Virginia anon

Giant scuttler anon

Steven’s boyfriend anon

Pencil Sharpener anon

Roger’s rotary phone anon

Dave’s dress anon

Hands lover anon

Jack’s badge anon

Hooker foxy anon

Blackjack anon

The real Fredbear anon

Jacktrap anon

Nuke anon (formerly kiwi anon)

Booper anon

Peter’s retconned son anon

Confused anon

Rogerzport anon

Eepynon

The RAT anon

Davesport anon

Rogersport anon

Harrysport anon

Pink anon

Wattpad anon

Puppet’s mask anon

Walt’s suit anon

Dave’s toenail anon

Henry no.2 fan anon

Little creature anon

And if I’ve forgotten anyone, feel free to bully me for it. There’s a lot of you it was not intentional

Rules:

No confessing to proshipping

No ragebait confessions

No confessions meant to stir up drama (technically ragebait, but the difference is ragebait is obvious. If I think ur just trying to start shit or maybe it WILL start shit then I won’t post your confession)

No NSFW (I am a minor and can guarantee a lot of other people here r as well)

If you’re going to have lots of coloured text in your post, you need to provide an uncoloured version in the same confession or I won’t post it

I think that’s it. No limits to how many confessions you can post, go wild.

To look through actual confessions (because the tagging system on this blog has changed over time) you’re better off looking through the dayshift at freddy’s or dsaf tags on this blog specifically. the original tag I used for that (dsaf confessions) has sort of been repurposed to encompass all posts on here, confessions or not.

Anyway, I think that’s it. Have a good day all

#dsaf confessions #modred #pinned post

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blue-jisungs · 2 years

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hii! could you write a ni-ki sorta short story (idk the “writer term” for it 🫶 is it called like a oneshot or drabble? help idk 😭) where him and his s/o (fem) do the pocky game (even though its like 3 years old or whatever) ❤️❤️

strawberry kisses

a/n. thank you for requesting and sorry for taking so long to write it >.< but i hope you enjoyed it!! :D

summary. niki asks for kisses – and he gets them!

niki barged into the room, causing you to look up from the tv screen and jake took this chance to start beating your character.

"y/n, kitchen – now!" the teen demanded with dramatic expression and turned on his heel. you scoffed and followed him, flicking jake’s head before you left the room.

"what’s up?" you asked, sitting on the hooker. your boyfriend was just back from the store and he bought some strawberry pockys.

"your loving, beloved boyfriend feels betrayed" he said seriously, sitting in front of you and turning the seat of your chair so you were facing him

"why is that? we literally played mario kart before you left–" you frowned and niki shook his head. as he began to speak, you grabbed the sweets and opened them, munching on one.

"i wont say it out loud for obvious reasons but my lips feel lonely today" he crossed his arms.

now, niki was a very private person. sure, he loved you and loved any kind of affection but behind the closed doors. it’s not like he was shy, he just wanted to avoid his hyung’s teases.

"m’kay, i understand" you nodded and niki grabbed a pocky, putting it in his mouth in deep thought. how should he phrase it… y/n kiss me now? no, it’s not his style…

suddenly he saw that you shuffled closer and bit the end of his strawberry pocky. blood rushed to his cheeks, eyes widening.

you took another small bite, closing the distance between you two whilst sending him a sky look. and then another bite. and one more.

your faces were millimetres away, you could feel his rapid breath against your cheek. the distance between yours and niki’s lips was painfully short.

but a smirk formed on his face and his eyes said you’re not gonna do this (as if he wasn’t the blushing one right now).

and just when you grabbed his face, cupping it and biting the last piece of strawberry pocky your lips brushed against each other. you pulled him closer, pecking his lips sweetly.

"y/n, are you coming baaAACK? NIKI? Y/N?" jake’s scream pitched up when he saw you two kissing.

now it was your lips that were decorated with a smirk. before pulling away from pink faced niki, you grabbed another pocky and put it in your mouth.

"what’s happening?" jungwon entered the room, shock on his face.

"nothing" you shrugged, leaving the kitchen.

and niki could still taste the strawberry flavour on the top of his tongue.

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callmebrycelee · 9 months

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MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY...SKEET ULRICH SPOOKY SEASON EDITION

FULL NAME: Bryan Ray Trout

DATE OF BIRTH: January 20, 1970

PLACE OF BIRTH: Lynchburg, Virginia

AGE: 53

SIGN: Aquarius

BEST KNOWN FOR: Portraying Chris Hooker in the teen supernatural horror film The Craft; Billy Loomis in slasher films Scream, Scream (2022) and Scream VI. Vincent Lopiano in As Good As It Gets; Jake Green in Jericho; and Forsythe Pendleton "F.P." Jones II in the CW teen drama series Riverdale.

HEIGHT: 6 feet tall

#mcm #man crush #mcm 2023 #man crush monday #man crush mondays #skeet ulrich #fp jones #aquarius #lynchburg virginia #as good as it gets #the craft #scream 1996 #scream 2022 #scream 6 #cw riverdale #nbc jericho #spooky season edition

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squoxle · 1 year

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𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒－𝑆𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑆𝑖𝑚 😵‍💫 {𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 1}~𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜~

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼

✩✩𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴：ⓌⒶⓇⓃⒾⓃⒼ

<<𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

✩𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔：𝖲𝗂𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝖾𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 （𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾）

✩𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒：𝖴𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾

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✩𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦：𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞.

❤︎︎🤍🪻🤍🪻🤍🪻🤍☀️🤍🪻🤍🪻🤍🪻🤍❤︎︎

<<Next★✩Link to pt. 2✩★

Jake was what people like to call a party animal. Every weekend he was either throwing or attending a party. This trend goes all the way back to his junior year of high school. Every so often you’d be dragged to one of these events by a friend, usually just so you could drive them home—but you didn’t mind. Parties weren’t really your scene. Why? Too many drunk and wild people. Sometimes those parties would feel like every bad or good that could happen…was happening…everywhere…at once. Tonight was no different, other than the fact that you were dressed up. You just felt like having some fun tonight. That sounded way better than sitting in a corner on your phone for 3 or more hours.

You were leaning against a wall, occasionally sipping from a red party cup filled with some odd concoction that was surprisingly delicious. As you were minding your business, you could sense eyes on you. You turned to see Jake sitting on a couch with a girl on each side of him completely mesmerized and begging for his attention. “Jakey~ please don’t go.” “Yea, stay with us.” “Jake~” the girls whined as Jake stood up and began walking in your direction.

“Have I seen you before. I couldn’t help but notice you were standing here all alone.” Jake said as he looked you from head to toe. “You look amazing by the way. My name’s Jake and you are...” He reached his hand out to hold your free one. “Thanks and I’m Y/N.” “You have a beautiful name and a beautiful face. No way are you single.” You could tell he was fishing for more information about you, but his words caused you to blush. Or maybe it was his accent. “Hehe. Even your smile is beautiful.” “Jeez. Did you just come over here to make me blush? And, for the record, I am single.” “Well actually I came over here to make you mine.”He placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand and whispered in your ear. “How about we go somewhere private? Would you like that?”

You weren’t really in the mood to be another one of his hopscotch hookers. Even though he was kinda turning you on, his player lifestyle just makes you feel like a one night stand. “Umm…no that’s ok. I’m not really in the mood.” You replied. “Aww. Well that sucks. Could I at least have you number?” He asked. “Yea sure that’s no problem.” The two of you exchanged numbers. “I’m gonna name your contact Sunshine.” He giggled while tapping at the screen. “Well I’m just gonna keep your name ‘Jake’.” You giggled back. “Maybe we can take some time to get to know each other? Just talking, nothing else. Pinky promise.” Jake said extending his pinky to you. This felt kind of childish, but kind of cute too. The two of you interlaced your pinkies. But before you had a chance to go off with him, your extremely wasted friend threw herself in your arms. “I need. To go. Home. Now.” Jake grabbed her other side and helped the two of you to your car. “Maybe another time?” You said buckling your seatbelt. “Yea. And text me when you get home, okay?” He said waving as you pulled off.

It was weird that he was being so sweet, but you can’t deny that you enjoyed it.

Jake headed back to the party, but for some reason he didn’t want all of those other girls around him. Instead he found his friends and partied with them for the rest of the night. However, his friend Heeseung noticed something different about him. Jake was typically surrounded by girls all the time, but now he was telling them to go away. This wasn’t like Jake. He enjoyed being the center of attention, more specifically, sexual attention.

Just as Jake asked, you texted him when you made it home. To your surprise, he responded immediately.

“I’m so glad to hear that. How are you by the way?”

“I’m fine, what about you?”

“Ehh, I’d be better if you were here next to me.” “What about your party?”

“I told everyone to go home.”

You were shocked at his response. You’ve heard these parties last way past 2am and it was barely midnight.

“Oh..well I’m gonna go to sleep now…gn”

“Ok😊G’night Beautiful😴”

This was crazy, but you didn’t want to get in your feelings with a guy like Jake. That’s just setting you up for a broken heart. No way were you going to torture yourself like that.

The next morning you woke up to a text from Jake. “Good morning Sunshine☀️💛” you casually responded with ‘GM’ and proceeded to get dressed for school. However, upon your arrival, you were greeted by Jake. “Hey Beautiful. I gotta run to class. What do you say we have lunch together?” “Umm…yea sure.” “Hehe. Awesome.” Jake giggled before running off to class. *Another weird interaction to add to the list* you thought to yourself.

Time Skip

After class, you were on your way to the campus cafeteria when you heard footsteps approach your from behind. Before you could turn to see who it was your eyes were covered by a set of hands. “Guess who.” You knew it was Jake by his Australian accent, but you still played along. “Hmm…lemme guess…is it Jake?” “Yep it’s me.” He said uncovering your eyes. He then held your hand as the two of you walked to the cafeteria together.

As you approached the clear cases of food you noticed that Jake was picking all of the same foods you were. This was getting weird. “How about we eat lunch outside? It’s a beautiful day~” “Yea that sounds nice.” You said as you headed toward the courtyard. It really was a beautiful day, but you wanted to get to the bottom of this behavior. Jake unwrapped his sandwich and took a bite. “What’s up?” He could tell you wanted to say something as you were blankly staring at him. “Umm…why are you being so nice to me?” “Huh?” “Like I thought you were a player. Why hang around me when you have tons of other girls dying to be with you?” “Cuz you’re my Sunshine. Other girls don’t even cross my mind since I met you. Even though you are the first girl who has ever rejected me.” “I just don’t want to end up like a one night stand.” “Don’t worry about that. I want to get to know you more.”

For the next few weeks Jake continued this odd behavior. Being honest with yourself, you had started to like him too. The two of you had gone on two dates, which were both amazing. You guys weren’t even official and he was already treating you like his princess. You woke up to a text from Jake.

“Hey Beautiful☺️ Wanna join me at a Japanese flower garden today?”

“Yesss.😁 What time should I be there?”

It took him a few minutes to respond.

“Awesome!! I’ll be over there to pick you up in an hour😘”

“You sure? I don’t mind getting there myself.”

“No way, there are a few other things I have planned for us today❤️❤️🤭”

“Really?! Like what?😮”

“A surprise 🥳 you’ll have to wait and see 😉”

This caught you by surprise, as Jake loved to be descriptive and tell you everything he had planned.

“Hmm fineeee~🥲”

“Lol😂don’t worry it’ll be worth the wait🥰 Now hurry up and go get beautiful for me❤️…oh and don’t eat anything😁”

“Lol...okkkk.“

One hour and ten minutes had passed when Jake finally knocked on your door. “You’re late.” You teased. “I was giving you an extra 10 minutes in case you weren’t ready yet.” To be honest, you did need a little extra time…you had forget to switch your cards into your other bag. “Oh, thanks.” You chuckled shyly. “Well let’s go. We got a full day together.” Jake smiled as he grabbed your hand running to his car that was parked in your driveway. He opened the car door for you and waited until you were completely seated before closing the door. The first place he took you to was a cute cafe where you had breakfast together. After that, a flower shop, where he bought corsages and a flower crown for both of you. “What’s all this for?” You laughed as he pinned the flower broach to your shirt. “We gotta get ready for the flower garden remember.” He said with a huge smile on his face. He then proceeded to tie the flower bracelet around your wrist and placed a flower crown on your head. He did the same to himself. “Ok, now we’re ready for the flower garden.”

Once the two of you arrived Jake stepped out of the car first and grabbed a picnic basket from the trunk. You were definitely surprised, just like he said you’d be. After walking around for a while jake led you to an area shaded by a flower arch. “This is why we had to wear the flowers.” Jake whispered pointing upwards. Just as you looked up a few butterflies were flying in your direction. “Don’t be scared. The most a butterfly can do is tickle you hehe.” A butterfly landed on the ring of flowers around your wrist. “Woah…” you looked over to see Jake’s flower crown covered in butterflies. The two of you shared a laugh before Jake reached out and pointed to the bright red ladybug on your top. “That’s a sign of love you know.” Jake gently picked up the ladybug and held it in his hand. “How about we name it. Gotta be quick before it flies away.” Jake said locking eyes with you. “Hmmm…how about Fred?” Hearing this caused Jake to burst out in laughter. “Fred is fantastic.”

Soon after leaving the flower garden, Jake guided you to an open field full of flowers. “Let’s eat here.” He said as he opened the basket and pulled out a white blanket. He placed it on the ground with a weight on each corner, then he started unpacking the food as you sat down. He pulled out champagne—with two glasses, fresh fruit, mini cakes, and sandwiches. The two of you ate and talked until you were full. “Oh and the champagne is nonalcoholic so I can drive.” Jake said as he poured you both a glass. “Oh oh and I have a few more surprises for you.” Jake giggled as he reached into the basket. He handed you a heart box and a plush bear. “Can I open it?” You asked. “Yes of course.” Jake was looking at you like he was going to explode with nerves. You slightly hesitated to open the heart shaped box. You opened the box to see a beautiful necklace.

“Jake…it’s beautiful.” You said holding it in your hand. “Here let me put it on.” Jake stood up and kneeled behind you. “A beautiful necklace for my beautiful girl.” Jake said placing a kiss on your neck. “You’re an amazing girl and I want to make it official with you. So, Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” “Yes, Jake. I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You said as he crawled around to face you. The smile on his face caused you to smile brighter as he pulled you in for a deep kiss. It was gentle and passionate. “Hehe wait…was this our first kiss?” Jake said combing his hair back with his fingers. “You don’t know how long I’d been waiting to do that.”

Jake held your head in one hand and your waist in his other hand. Cupping your head as he covered your face, lips, and neck in hot wet kisses. This is also how you learned he was an into breath play and enjoyed teasing the fuck out of you. He would pause every so often just so you could feel his breath, making you want him more.

After the date it was getting kind of late. The sun was getting ready to set when Jake asked, “Wanna come over to my place? We can have dinner there. If you think it’s too fast we can do it another time.” You were shocked at how he was being considerate of your feelings. You did love Jake, but it was your first date as his girlfriend. “Umm that’s okay. Definitely another time though.” You replied with a smile. He drove you back to your house and walked you to your door. “But I wanna give you one more surprise. Close your eyes.” You obediently closed your eyes and waited in the darkness. Suddenly you felt his lips press against yours. “I couldn’t leave without giving you one more kiss. Goodnight, Beautiful. I love you.” He looked so sweet when he said this. “Goodnight Jake.” You said waving as he walked back to his car.

Everything seemed to be going well for the two of you. But Jake hadn’t told anyone about his feelings towards you. Heeseung was especially suspicious of Jake’s behavior. When Jake went home Heeseung was waiting for him. “Hey dude what the hell is going on with you?” Heeseung’s face was painted with confusion. “Umm…what are you talking about?” “You’ve been acting weird since that night. You’ve also been flaky and quiet. Does it have something to do with that girl? Don’t lie. I heard about your little lunch date.” Heeseung’s aggressive interrogation caught Jake off guard. He wasn’t really ready to talk about his relationship with you. “Oh she’s nobody. Just another girl from a party. I just haven’t been in the mood for any parties lately.” Jake said hoping his friend would believe him. Heeseung clearly didn’t believe his attempt at covering up. “Okay, well then where were you just now?” “Out. Is that a problem?” “Look Jake, I’m just looking out for you. That’s all. Anyways Jay’s throwing a party tonight. You coming?” “Yeah. Definitely.” Jake drove to Jay’s party with Heeseung.

At the party, Jake was behaving the way he normally would. Drinking, laughing, and surrounded by girls. Heeseung still wasn’t convinced. But whatever conclusions he made were out of the window when he spotted Jake making out with a random girl in the kitchen. The party continued to around 4am. After everyone left, Jake passed out on the couch. What he didn’t know was that someone was taking pics at the party and one showed him in the background locking lips with that girl.

The next morning you received a text from Jake as usual. You were so happy to be Jake’s girlfriend. You thought to yourself that maybe he was past his old player phase and found love with you. The two of you texted sweetly back and forth for the rest of the morning. What you didn’t know was that Jake wasn’t being as honest with you as you thought. The same night he said he loved you and made you his girlfriend, was the same night he threw it all away on a meaningless kiss.

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blimpintime · 1 year

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Morale Boost Part 2- Stargazing

“Dynamite” F!Reader x Jake “Hangman” Seresin

18+ minors please do not interact :)

Series with @imdoingmybest0, go check out the Bob x F!Reader story they’re writing, our stories are intertwined :) !!!!

The group ended up leaving shortly after their tour had ended and yet I couldn’t seem to get the blazing green eyes of the cocky pilot out of my head. Making my way towards the back office now that the work day was coming to a close, I see Sweetie muttering to herself in the break room but decide to give her a moment. Plus if there’s one thing on my mind and it’s the iced cold sweet tea on my desk. Practically chugging the drink after my day of running around I step back out into the breakroom and see Sweetie face down on a table, groaning nonsense into the air.

“What’s your deal Sweets?” I ask her with a gentle tone. She goes on to tell me about her nerves about going on a date with one of the Pilots from the private tour who had asked her out, Bob she said was his name. I offer up my support and tell her if needs anything I’m here. With that I start to head out for the day, packing up my tote bag that carries my personal items such as my headphones, laptop, wallet, etc. Forgetting that my day literally started off as Hell I realize it’s a long walk to my car than normal but since the museum is near a Navy Base it’s not the worst area. So, I pop on my headphones and play some rock music and start my trek to my car.

Patting the black dress slacks I have on to the rhythm of the music I listen to, I’m feeling the nice warm breeze and appreciating the weather is cooling off now that the sun has started to set. I pay attention to the beauty in the mundane of the neighboring buildings and the museum, I decide to take a picture of the sunset and send it to my sister who lives farther away from me than I’m happy with. Within minutes I’m receiving a call from her.

Between placing my headphones back into my bag and answering the phone, I am almost at my car.

“Sup slut.” She says as soon as I answer, “Hey hooker.” I retort with a laugh. We talk for my entire drive home about everything and anything. “I’m pulling up to my house right now, I’ll call you later this week. Love ya.” She responds and then hangs up. When I look down at my phone I notice a text from an unknown number, I’m assuming that’s Jake, and my thoughts are confirmed when I read what he wrote.

(***)***-****: Hon, it’s me, Jake ;)

I quickly change his name to Dollface and respond.

Dynamite: and?

Dollface: You wound me…

Dollface: u busy?

Dynamite: Im not looking for a hookup Jake.

Dollface: You’re more than that to me babe.

Dollface: Let’s go stargazing on the beach.

Dynamite: I literally don’t know you. I feel like I should be more concerned than I am.

Dollface: Promise I’ll be on my best behavior hon.

Dynamite: It’s getting to be dark…

Dollface: Duhhh that’s how we’ll see the stars.

Dollface: I’ll pick u up?

Dynamite: hmm…

Dynamite: Sure. you kill me tho, i’ll be pissed.

Dollface: couldn’t dream about hurting u darlin’.

We exchange addresses and I look up from my phone and notice my cheeks getting warm and noticed a smile grazing my lips. I quickly get up to change out of my work clothes into something a little more beach friendly and comfortable. Zipping up a light gray jacket and throwing on some basketball shorts, I hear a buzz from my phone and read the text that says “im here :)”.

I grab a throw blanket off my couch and slip my shoes on, lock the door behind me, and head towards his car… which is a convertible. That’s so hot. Way more than it should be, to be honest.

Jake gets out of the sage green car and opens the door for me, “Sexy car and a sexy man? What did I do to deserve such treatment?” I say flashing a grin at him as he got back into the car. He lets out a breath and smiles while he puts the car in reverse. “Exist,” he responded while putting his arm on the back of my seat to back the car out of its parking spot. I catch a motion of his smell, and it’s delightful. It smells like green apple and a hint of sandalwood, but not too much of either, it is subtle enough that he just smells fresh.

I want to bury my face in his neck. I try to catch myself staring at him before he does, but my efforts were futile. As he finished reversing the car he paused for a second before he switched gears and just stared at me with a soft smile. “You’re staring.” I say quietly, “So are you,” he responds just as gently. We are already so close it would be so easy just to lean in and kiss him. But I don’t, as much as I want to. I don’t. Instead, I lean back into my seat and grab his hand to hold on the way to the beach.

On the way to the beach, the drive was filled with comfortable conversation. I found out he has two sisters; one older and one younger. He found out I had one younger sister. His favorite color is forest green and mine is light pink. But I find myself starting to favor a bright green color as well. When we arrive at the beach I realize that we don’t really need the blanket unless we get cold, since Jake’s car has a detachable roof.

Jake gets out of the car and opens the trunk and grabs a mini cooler. When he sits back down in the car I just look at him in slight awe.

“You packed us a picnic?” I asked while feeling warm inside. “Well yeah, pretty much after the tour I went home and packed this and hoped you would say yes.” He said looking at me softly. Where did this man come from? And why does this feel slightly too good to be true?

“What would you have done if I said no?” I questioned, “I don’t want to think about that.” He responded. He glanced at me and then looked down at the cooler and started to pull drinks out of it, “Listen, I know we just met today but there is a flare about you that I just can’t seem to let go of quite yet,” He paused and handed me the can of soda he opened for me, “Forgive me for being so forward but in life there is no time to waste. I want to date you.” He finished with a slight drawl to his final words. “Now I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend yet. Heavy on the yet. But I am interested in you and want to get to know you.”

I take a sip of my soda and then look back at him, “Jake, I think I would really enjoy that.” He smiled a heartwarming smile at me and it’s moments like this that are hard for me to describe in words but there is something about this man that just makes me want to run into a sunset with him. “Okay Dollface, teach me about the stars,” I say. “Oh babe, I’m about to rock your world with my astrology knowledge.” He responds and I can’t help but laugh at him.

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Further into the date and it’s reaching to be fairly late in the night and we’ve moved from the car to laying on the beach on the blanket. I try to hold in a yawn listening to Jake talk. “Ouch, I’m boring ya that much?” He says while pulling me closer to him, “No sorry Doll, has anyone told you before that your voice is super soothing?” I asked him with a tired tone to my voice. He just pulls me even tighter to him tucking my head underneath his neck and holding me to his chest. God I could stay like this forever. He’s so comforting and warm.

“Hon, you say things like that and it’s hard for me not to propose to ya.” He said, “You’ve already proposed once Doll, what’s a second time?” I murmur into his body. “No, the next time I ask you to marry me will be for real.” He responded softly. I look up at him and slightly pull away. “Jake,” I say as I look at his face that’s slightly illuminated by the moon reflecting off the ocean, I stare at his eyes and then take a glance down at his lips. He does the same.

“I’m sorry was that too corny?” He asked with a slight chuckle. “I kinda liked it.” I respond, “I like that you’re so confident in the fact that it’s me you see your future with. It’s actually really attractive.” He responds with a look in his eyes one that makes my heart beat quickly “Babe I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.” With that being said I grab the back of his neck and pull him in to kiss me.

He quickly grabs my waist and I move to straddle him. I pull slightly on his hair and a small noise comes out of him. He pulls me even closer to him and I can feel both of our growing excitement as the makeout continues. I slightly grind down on him and hear him let out another noise of enjoyment. He flips us over to make it where I am underneath him and he is now borderline laying on top of me. He starts kissing my neck and I can’t help but let a moan fall between my lips. “Jake, fuck.” He laughs, “I know baby, I know.” He kisses me again and gently pulls the zipper down from my jacket to make for easier access. He trails his lips down my neck and reaches in between my breasts. “Can I?” he asks as he looks up with his face nearly buried between my boobs. “Oh my god please,” I beg. He lets out a groan with my words and pulls my bra straps down just enough to allow access to them and gently takes a nipple in his mouth. “Oh fuck.” I moan out and push his head closer to my chest. He lets go of my nipple with a wet pop and looks at my face which is in complete awe of this man in front of me.

“We weren’t supposed to be going this far.” He says to me out of breath as he readjusts my bra and jacket for me, “I know. But does that make me a hypocrite if I want to take you home with me?” I ask. Referring to my text from earlier. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to Jake. But I am offering you to stay the night if you’d like.”

He leans up to kiss me and leaves a soft warm kiss on my lips and I gently kiss him back awaiting his answer. “Baby I would love to stay the night but I need to know you really want this. Because once I have you I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

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A/N: heyyyyyy I hope y'all like part 2 heheh

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