#I don't have any shenanigans for Fern sorry

[phoenixyfriend]

Aside from the obvious angst implications, the Sky-Widow Clones AU also offers up a new batch of potential Off Duty Clone Shenanigans, this time with bonus little sisters all running off the same core values and logic of Anakin “I’ll try spinning, that’s a good trick” Skywalker. No amount of mental conditioning is gonna erase that part of them completely, though the chips probably eventually will.

IDK how much of this you've seen of the AU but there's quite a bit of shenanigans:

- Context: Skysisters AU - List of Aniclones with attributes - Shipping and the Beginning of the End - The Adventures of Jinn and Kebi (and Korkie) - bulletpoint thoughts - (chrono)

But here's a few more ideas:

A lot of the first gen clones (the CCs, Rex, etc.) are more protective than actually engaging in the shenanigans, because the younger field Aniclones (not the CG Aniclones) hit the "Oh no, padawans, must protect," buttons.

However! Shinies that join once the girls have hit their stride, and the Shiny Fetts are in the same age grouping as the active Aniclones? They absolutely have a blast.

212th shinies know that Addie's always trying to be more like Obi-Wan and Cody, and so I like the idea that some of them do Study Games with her, which isn't quite the shenanigans you're suggesting, I think, but I'm a fan.

A lot of the Aniclones are the kind of Jedi kid that like to use time off to do acrobatic tricks for the heck of it, and so it's not uncommon to see a drags the clones into doing cupies and double cartwheels with her.

Jinn and Kebi are raising hell and they dragged Korkie, and eventually some deserter clones, into it with them.

Tilly (Pest) shows up to the Corrie barracks with Fun Drinks of the sugary kind, and baked goods, on the regular. Most clones don't like booze but they do like sugar rushes, and this leads to its own kind of chaos.

Despite being a mother Hen, Henrietta is 100% team "let's build a trebuchet on our off time and see how far you can throw me and Boba with it, I'll catch us with the Force and you can aim for the water, it'll be fine"

Some of Ducky's training includes floating a bunch of rocks for the Shinies to jump from one to the next like this.

The Shinies in Fritz's battalion get magnetized shoes so they can cling to the hull of her ship as she flips them around in circles (they're all wearing jetpacks, Feemor, it's fine!).

Stella and her crew get jealous and do the same thing but better because screw you, Fritz! This is now a competition!

Talas has an entire army of younglings so there's that. - I think this leads to small but intense baking competitions where everyone asks Talas, 99, and Alpha to judge their creations. - They'd ask Master Ti but she's a Togruta and her taste buds don't agree with a human's. 😔

Pixie got a sewing machine, and Siri gives her pocket money for fabric, and Pixie is making this everyone's problem. The clones in their legion sport handmade accessories that are slowly getting more complex as she gets better at this. The initial products are very funky.

Lamb, in complement, learned to knit because SHEEP.

Lyra has a SpaceTube channel and the more musically-inclined clones in her legion are in on it.

Rocker finds out about Space Roller Derby and set up some games of it with the Fett clones in her legion

Digit has an inexplicable rivalry with Cad Bane over something. Nobody can figure out what it's about but it sure is happening.

For some reason... I feel like Nightshade has insomnia and an unexpected result of this is that she got into aerial silks as a hobby and the late shift Fetts like to hang around and try it out when she's figuring it out.

BAUL likes to do pin-up art. Much sketching. The Fett clones high five her over it.

Harpy has the codes to Riyo's office. She has permission to stop by. She does not have to climb the outside wall in her pencil skirt and kitten heels and knock on the window for access. Guess what she does anyway.

Mauve tries so hard to be calm and collected and like her padawan sister but this girl cannot back down from a dare.

I think Teddie has like. A hat collection. This isn't really a shenanigan, I just think she'd like having a variety of novelty hats. Like the ones that have cat ears or the long mitten attachments.

Aimée introduces the Fett clones in her immediate friendship group to underground fight rings.

I think when Ginger has a day off, she dresses up as a Harpy or Belle and wanders around the Senate to confuse people and also collect gossip.

Krayt has pocket sand specifically to throw at Anakin.

Haunter and Slinky cause multiple games of "Bell the Cat" and none of them ever succeed.

I tagged in @willowcrowned for help because she shares this AU and she had some gems:

Robin discovers Jests and Japes from Yoda and proceeds to disseminate this information amongst the skysisters. Unfortunately, Robin doesn’t have a great idea of what pranks actually entail beyond ‘spray paint something that shouldn’t be spray painted’ or ‘bedazzle someone’s robes without their permission,’ which means that every one of the Skysisters then proceeds to do those two things. Multiple Jedi generals wake up with sparkling boots and walls painted a vibrant purple. The CTs helped.

Jinn and Kebi stumble upon a world that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan visited that miraculously doesn’t have a problem with them and proceed to read all the records of their involvement there. This is followed by some soul searching as they decide that maybe this diplomacy thing has some merits. Korkie sighs in relief. Six days later, when he discovers that by “diplomacy” they mean “veiled threats” and “blatant lying” he is less relieved. Unbeknownst to any of them, Jinn and Kebi are carrying on the Jinn and Kenobi legacy perfectly

Belle is widely regarded to be the best-behaved of all the Skysisters because of her poise and grace and affiliation with Amidala. This makes no sense to anyone who actually knows Amidala, because Amidala is crazy. So is Belle, who has a habit of hunting down would-be assassins herself and clapping them in handcuffs before they even realize she’s there. This ends up getting her a bounty on the lower levels, which seems great for the bounty hunters who take it because hey, she’s just a clone. Then they realize hey, she’s a clone, and most of them don’t chance bringing in the wrong one. (One does attempt to get Pest. He does not survive.)

[poetryinsilence]

Friday Night Fever

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Female!Reader

Warning🚨: 18+ Content!! Minor blood kink/teasing, dirty talk, pet names-ish, hair pulling, etc.

A/n: Sweet anon came in with the idea of karaoke night with Jake and I absolutely adore this. I do apologise this took forever! Reader has a Coyote Ugly moment cuz, let's be honest, it’s the best part of the film! Anyway! Fuck me rough and be soft to me *cough*

Tags: @callmemana @dempy @shanimallina87 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp (sorry i constantly forget to tag😅)

“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice bellows out the break room, lips tugged with that troublemaker expression. “Our dearest Penny has informed me that ye o’ Hard Deck is having a karaoke night!”

The crowd stares at Hangman in confusion, stating nothing special but the usual Friday night events. You rolled your eyes at him in annoyance. What shenanigans had he thought of this time?

“Which means, all of you are in attendance! However,” his tongue clicks. “I wanna propose something a little more…challenging.”

The pilots attentively straighten up from their seats. Hangman’s propositions are attractive, to say the least, but a chance for anyone to beat him at anything and watch him get bested has always been a treat.

You audibly smirk and give him a side glance. “Well, what are you suggesting, Bagman?”

Those fern-green eyes gaze right into yours. “I’m suggesting a sing-off. Anyone, and I do mean anyone, that can outdo me in karaoke will be rewarded handsomely.”

“Which is?”

“I’ll do anything you want.” He said, temptingly.

“Oh, this will be like stealing candy from a baby.” Rooster taunts.

"Actually, Rooster, I think I'll take this one. It seems like Hangman here can't get enough of his last ass beating." You jest.

Hangman’s raised an eyebrow at your remark, speaking with a low hum. "I don't think we should have our bedroom talk out in public, Sugar."

You retort with a curtsey smile. "The only living person willing to stay in your bedroom is you and your right hand." His mouth mockingly hangs open. "And when I win—"

"If."

"I will win. You will pay for my bar tabs for a whole year straight."

"Just a year? You're being too nice to me."

"I didn't say I won't treat the rest of the crew too. Just make sure you're financially stocked up." The crowd oohs and claps to the generous offer laid out on the table. You lean to one side and cross your arms, and a smug look cuts across your face.

He shrugs and lets out a breathy laughter. "Fine. And when I win, well...you'll soon find out."

He took a step closer with only a breathing distance; squaring you off face to face, gaze cutting the tension stifling in the air. His figure stands half a foot taller than you, broad and suppressing, any regular person would quiver standing next to him.

But, to you, he's nothing but a Hollywood wannabe that’s filled with too much ego and pride. A glitz façade with no real honour. He is the type of person you despise the most, but out of all that bullshit, you do acknowledge the skills he holds when flying.

Maybe just a slither of honour.

“Well, the rules are simple: you get one song, one round. The person that gets the rowdiest crowd wins.”

“Just that? This will be a cakewalk.” You sneer.

“I’ll have you know Bradshaw’s not the only one with pitch-perfect, tenor vocals.” Hangman slides his toothpick in between his lips and chomps down, holding a fiendish grin that prickles you with rage. “Good luck, Sugar. You’ll need it.”

“Yo, did he just compliment me?” Rooster blurts out.

*

Friday nights. When the clock strikes, the whole town comes to life. The hustle and bustle of every living person looking for a grand time to spend their weekend until Monday rolls around again. It’s no different at The Hard Deck with aviators, civilians and bartenders shuffling back and forth, drinks piling high and dusting off Penny’s karaoke machine sitting at the far back corner of the bustling bar, collecting dust and sand.

The machine kicked into sound once more as you watched with boredom from afar; Hangman devouring the mic with slobber and serenading a crowd of machismo pilots. Of course, he would choose 'Rebel Yell' to entice any cheap tricks. The raging and sweat-filled testosterones of a bunch of high schoolers. You took a shot at the rest of the patrons, divested in muttering conversations. Lady Luck has her ways, and she will always be in your favour.

With the last note sung- sorry, screamed, the song finally ended with an array of applause out of "commiseration" as he was congratulated and high-fived off the stage, snatching a beer off one of the starstruck patrons while strutting his back to you.

"Hope you enjoyed that 5-minute glory of yours. It's probably the one you'll ever see." you deadpanned.

Jake beamed, swirling around the beer in its container. "Well, I can't wait to see what you could do with that mouth of yours. Show me what you are made of."

Your lips curl into a sneer; tearing the beer from his grasp and down the hatch, licking your lips clean. The fizzle and icy sensation fuelled that rhythmic thump, boiling at the base of your stomach, just waiting and waiting for the moment that could no longer be contained. Oh, you’re going to make him eat his words. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

The stride in your walk shows no mercy, it crackles with every step knocked onto the hardwood floor. You are going to war.

Your knuckle punched the spring of the karaoke machine, picking up the microphone off the counter and swinging it dandily like a lasso. If Hangman wants competition, he’ll get competition.

The elasticity of your hair tie pings off with a flick of a finger, and the silky strands sway in all their glory, catching a few in awe. One adrenaline-rushing leap and you caught yourself on the bar table, clientele shuffling away their beers to make room for you. Steel toe boots tap on the surge of beat, the guitar intro strum to the rhythm of your heart and the heat of the room rising through the air.

You smile, channelling the drive for speed you'd normally feel in the force of your jet, now feeling that same exhilaration for the music surrounding the room. Let it rip!

One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

Heads turn at the strong roar of your voice, stopping whatever mid-conversation that's less interesting than the electrifying performance of karaoke Blondie. Few shy singalongs gradually, with the coaxing of the dagger squad, an uproar of the entire bar shaking the crust of the Earth.

The infectious music and alcohol intoxication had you flying higher than cloud nine, a soar of venturesome washes over you and the initiation to an intimate invitation with an extended hand. You find yourself pressed up against another body, the simmering heat radiating off of them and hips swaying in synchronicity. Rolling with suggestive intentions.

Just as you are reaching your high, the sound of the karaoke machine powers down into dead silence. The crowd boos with disapproval as their fun was cut short by a sudden surprise.

“Sorry! Clumsy feet...”

You glare and find the cocky blonde jackass chuckling with pride in his shit-eating grin. Teeth grind with a squeak as you drop the microphone, sending obnoxious feedback through the speaker. The floorboard thumps with your heavy landing and shifts back to let you make your way for a fury entrance, fists digging into skin and bone.

“Wow, hell of a performance. Shame you didn’t get to finish it, though. Guess, uh… I won!” He smirks, leaning contently against the jukebox kicking back into gear with its familiar tunes.

“Should’ve known with your cheap tricks…you just can’t bear to lose, can you, Golden Boy?”

A hand shove past his chest to tear him away from you. Any minute longer with Hangman would have your fist of rage first meeting with his very vulnerable, perfectly carved nose. And you won’t hear the end of this from your superiors.

“Bar fights, what are you? A bunch of college kids?”

Next thing you’d know, you’ll be scrubbing the lockers clean for weeks. With Bagman…

A rough push slams the bathroom door swinging with brute force. The rage threatens to escape from the walls of your bloodstream and unleash a relentless rampage. Though, you don’t want poor Penny to get caught in the crossfire and a trashed-up bathroom.

With a twist, the water runs free from the tap, overshooting its trajectory. Your hands dip under and cup the aquatic liquid, overflowing down the underside of your hand. The brisk sensation hits your face with an upward motion, extinguishing any remaining flame blazing from just mere minutes ago.

You glance in the mirror and the reflection stares back at you, tired and annoyed. You sigh, thoughts swim in a muddle inside your mind. Why do you always let him get under your skin? You know better, and yet, you couldn’t help it. Jumping at any opportunities you can get, just to see his reaction.

Turning the tap off, you lead yourself out the door. Maybe you should go home, the alcohol isn’t waning off anytime soon and sleep sounds half decent at this moment, the soft comfort of your plush pillows distantly calls for you. One foot out the door and your body smack dead with another.

“Oof, sorry…”

You look up to give a sincere apology but are met with a face you least wanted to see.

“Jesus Christ, Hangman. Take a fucking hint.”

“Funny, that should be my line.”

You bite down your tongue and manoeuvre around to get out of his way. There’s no point in having this conversation, it’ll only lead to more arguments. But his arm extends, blocking your only means of exit. He leans close enough that you catch the scent of beer from his breath.

“Tell me, are you just pretending, or do you really not have a clue at all?” His voice hushes and slips into your ear with a tremble.

“What are you talking about?”

His hand subdues the base of your neck, one forcible shove and your back is met with the bathroom wall in a strike of pain.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You, dancing on that bar with that fucking scuzz drooling all over you. Looking so fucking sexy swaying your hips. I should’ve stopped you sooner but,” he exhaled. “I would’ve fucked you on that bar top, right there and then.”

His hand runs up your neck and thumb gently trails the outline of your lip. Your breath catches at the back of your throat in a sharp sting—simmering heat pools on the very edges and tingles at your core, both enticing and frightening.

“I’m gonna ask you this one more time,” a low growl emits from his chest, “What, are you fucking play at?”

The sharp edge of his nail gently teases and nips at your delicate skin, heart racing and hammering against your ribcage, choking out from a whimper and progressively growing to an incredulous chuckle. Now laughter resounds in travesty.

"Jake,” you purred, “why would I want to play dumb with you? That would be a terrible insult to you, no?”

You peer coyly under dark hooded eyes, pillow lips bare a small gap, enough for your canine to nip the pad of his thumb to draw a few drops of blood. A graceful smile decorated your features as you took his thumb deeper, gently sucking the sweet crimson mixing with your own— tongue running down his digit.

Jake withdraws with a hiss, coating a red gloss on your lips that gossamer with his touch for a brief tick. His gaze dwells on the mess he made, a fine trickle down your chin and your deep-set eyes bore into his, awaiting his response. Or, how he will respond.

His absolves to a breathy chuckle, something flickered behind those emerald eyes, a dense forest with its secrecy behind the greens, now mirroring yours with a hazy suggestion. If, on the outside looking at the both of you— a corrupted relationship. Then, terror would consume you at any moment. Then let this moment be now— in prepotent lust turmoiled behind closed doors.

“On second thought,” a tension gradually sinks around your neck, “I’d like my prize now, Sugar.”

Without hesitation, Jake's hungry mouth claimed stake of you, tongue lapping in circles. A hand still asserting its weight on your airway, pulling you closer to his kiss. Another searched its way from the shape of your breast and down with a mean grip on your ass.

A moan spills free in between breaths, fingers clawing at the gloss tiles as your back arches in response, rolling your hip against his growing bulge. He snarls, snapping away from the kiss and grabbing a fistful of your hair, tipping you to face him.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your own name," Jake growls, a deep guttural sound that sends a shockwave between your legs.

The thought of that amuses you. Whether you and he ended up tangled with one another was accidental, or was all that banter with Jake led you to fucking him all planned from the beginning. You let out a weak chuckle.

"Let's see what you could do with that mouth of yours."

Jake tears off your clothes without missing a beat, peeling your uniform off from limb to limb and discarding it mindlessly aside. Giving your body an overlook, stripped down to nothing but your bra and panties, he made a guttural sound and brought himself onto his knees. A picturesque sight for both of you.

What he wants is just a thin piece of fabric away. Then, he will have you under him. Weak, trembling, begging for him not to stop. And you would cum with him buried deep inside you that your mouth holds nothing but his name.

Your remaining panty finally strips away from you, revealing a pool of mess dripping down your inner thigh. His prize. Lay bare in front of him as he rightfully earned. His finger traces along your fold, slick trickling its way down his digit— rewarding him with a flustered whimper.

Jake smirks at this melody tune, a goad to his ego. His darken gaze flickered up to you as he spoke:

“Get ready, Sugar.”

A sharp gasp throws your head back in ecstasy; your mind dissolves in white heat and pleasure. Jake nuzzles his mouth to your cunt, tongue brushing all over and motions relentlessly on your sensitive spot. You could feel your knees about to give out. The room spins with the shortness of breath. The feeling cautiously creeps closer to the edge, your hands entangled in his soft locks and tugging lightly. Close, you’re so close. But he pulls back.

The disappointing groan mutters from your lips; shooting a deadly glare his way. Just when it was getting good, he hangs you out to dry.

Jake hums in satisfaction, amused by your annoyance. His tongue swipes himself clean, savouring every last drop of you.

Hands tread up the curve of your ass and along the small of your back, drawing attention to the goosebumps trailing behind. His mouth finds yours with force, giving you a taste of your own— a sweet sugary scent. Unbeknownst to you, his hand unclasped your bra in one smooth motion, now added to your clothes pile.

Being fully naked isn’t an alien feeling to you. Yet, under Jake’s gaze, you couldn’t help but feel a shift of embarrassment looming. But he’s unaware of your nerves. Jake is trained into your figure and the now exposed peaks of your breasts like a hound dog.

One hand cups your left breast, supple skin soft to the touch, almost spilling out of his grasp. His calloused fingers roll your delicate nipple in a gentle tug. Granting him an arousal moan into the shivers in his ear.

The last straw snaps in his brain. Though he thought he could ease you in slowly, it seems Jake needs to bury him deep inside you immediately.

His grasp finds purchase at the back of your head again; assertive, but not enough to hurt you. Your feet fail to keep up with his pace, as he cages you between the sink.

Face smother up against the mirror reflecting back your barren figure— skin glistening sweat and bent over in exhibition. You tried to avert your gaze, but a hand yanks you back in place. Body poised with docile vice; all chipped away from their devoted virtues, by the hand reigned at the base of your hair.

Your skin flashes pink in this unsightly position; fingers gripping the edge of the ceramic sink as your lifeline, stasis in your place, you look up at him.

Jake doesn’t hide the malignant smile plastered on his face. He wears it well. With you under his submission, leans in close so that his breath gently brushes against the shell of your ear.

“Now the real fun begins.” He whispers, darkly.

From behind, you hear him hastily unzip his pants and meet with a simmering heat gliding along your slick folds, throbbing with each movement. Even just a simple touch, your knees buckle against your will to put up a fight with your own sanity.

There isn’t enough time to catch your own breath, his length thrusts into your smouldering walls with one push of his hips, and your eyes widen in horror with a piercing yelp. Tears prick at the corners, you squeeze down harder around him.

He tuts, a free hand locking your jaw tight in his grasp and nuzzling his face in your hair, your scent of sweet floral and sweat playing on his arousal.

A faint, low chuckle rolls from his heavy chest. “Ah, ah, ah- not so loud, baby. Someone might come in and spoil our fun!”

Your stomach sinks like someone just dropped a thousand pounds on you, and you shoot Hangman a deadly glare, analysing his expression for a hint or sign he’s messing with you. But he remains with a fixed smile.

“Did you like the idea of someone coming in? The way you’re devouring me…I might lose my edge very soon.” He hums, “But, we don’t want that yet, do we?”

Another quick thrust had your toes clawing the floor, his girth stretching your cunt deliciously, with your sensitive walls feeling every ridge and vein of his cock. The sear contact of his hand strikes at your ass, delicate skin stings with a cherry red print for a split second then fades. You bite down a moan through gritted teeth.

“Is that a moan for me? Aw, how nice.”

“F-fuck you, Hangman…”

The second red-hot smack echos the room, the gravelly moan escapes as your flesh consumes him deeper.

“That’s not what you were calling me early. Now, let’s try that again.”

“N-no…”

He slides out painstakingly slowly and teases you with just the tip, you shudder at this emptiness that itches for contact, for something- for anything!

“Should we try this one more time?”

“…Jake”

“Jake what?”

“Jake…please…”

His smile beams at your answer. “Much better, Sugar.”

With a swift push, his length reaches the deepest parts of your cunt, the base slapping against your ass with each repetitive motion, each giving you a whimper for him to go faster.

Your lips pressed to muffle the sobs and cries emanating from the pleasure, you could risk it all and scream out his name this instance. It drives you insane, like swallowing lava as it slowly drips down your oesophagus, bubbling through your muscles.

Jake trails a rugged breath along your skin, your breasts bouncing with every pulse, hip pulling back, and pushing with one stroke. Pulling back again, and stretching you to the hilt. The build-up heat is making you dizzy, leaning on the final stretch and tugging on the last straw.

“Shit…you feel so good.”

“Jake…Jake…”

“Just come for me, Sugar. Just do it for me…”

His hand snakes around the front, finger encircling your clit, driving you faster to the finish line. Chest rising out of sync, your hips rock on their own to chase that thrill, and with a few more pumps, your back arches and jerks violently.

Your eyes flutter shut as your vision ignites white hot, your legs finally give out with a weak twitch and your toes coil with excruciating bliss. Your screams and groans through your release, but sounds were quick to drown out by the thumping of music from next door. His quick reflex catches you, roping an arm around your waist, digging his fingers into your hip.

“Take it- take it all in you!”

The shallow breath lets you know he’s close behind too, and the buckle of each thrust over stimulates your senses, wriggling out from his grasp, but his fingers sink deeper and a hold of your neck tightens. Faster and harder with his force, Jake soon follows with his climax, jettisoning his own hot mess with your liquid, overflowing down your leg in a spasm of delight. His head dips into your neck, muffling his gruff moan with light cusses, the swirl of his tongue fixes a hot patch with the salt on your skin.

Jake takes a hot minute to stabilize his rhythm, tucking a hand under your jaw, and steals another kiss. Your head leans on his broad shoulder as his lips flush against your own; you can still taste the lingering sweetness of yourself, an intoxicating experience.

He pulls back with an amused smile, he looks at you once. Your hooded eyes in a dark chroma, still seeing stars from the afterglow, all fucked out of your mind.

“Sugar, don’t give me that look. Or, I’ll have to do you all over again.” He coos.

Like a flick to your wrist, his words snap you wide awake from the midst of your euphoric dream. Every bit of your movement is a struggle. You tried to pull out from his cock, but you let out a pathetic whimper as your sensitive cunt clenched. Jake grunts, swallowing a breath before he loses his mind and bends you down again.

He hooks an arm around your waist and steadies your feet. “Here, take it easy…”

With that soft, mellow voice, it doesn’t help you calm your beating heart, nor that tingling feeling stirring in your lower abdomen, again. You’d rather he be teasing you with that cocky attitude than him sounding so caring and nice to you. Everything is just…all too much.

Your quiet moans escape through a bitten lip. Excruciatingly, you remove yourself inch by inch, squeezing your eyes shut so you don’t have to face Jake. Just get this over with as quickly as possible.

“Hey, don’t force—“

“I’m fine.” You grumble.

Legs stumble into a walk of shame to retrieve your clothes scattered across the bathroom floor. You just wanna get out of here as fast as you can. Before he could hear how loud your heart is thumping- before he sees the feelings showing on your face. For him.

“Just listen for a moment!’

“No, you had your prize. Now let me go.” You sniffle, giving a final zip up your suit, avoiding his gaze.

Jake grabs a hold of your wrist, the strength of his grip surprises you. In a blink of an eye, his lips crash back against yours again. His rough desperation met your teeth with a slight bruise, engulfing your breath with his own. Your mind is screaming at you to pull away, pull away now before you sink any further into your timid feelings for him. A hand pressed upon his chest weakly gives him a shove, only to meet with his grasp threading through your fingers.

You broke off his kiss with a sharp gasp; the vibration of his heartbeat- thumping in time with your own. No, it can’t. You shook your head. This isn’t true.

Jake gently cups your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. The delicate green in his eyes softens as they meet your own, now red, tear-brimmed and lip quivering. The rough pad of his thumb slowly sweeps away the wet trail and comforts you in the most loving way.

He grimaced. “This is so shitty of me… I’m sorry. I just…” Jake sucks in a breath.

“All these dares and challenges were just a distraction…a lie to myself— that I wanted to come out on top. But the lines blurred faster than I could blink. And you. You, too, quickly fell the same way as I did. Though you were so beautifully unaware of it.”

His tongue darts to moisten his chapped lips, throat bobbed as he carefully studies your still face. The small whimpers parted from your swollen lips strikes his chest with a tight grip; he never wanted to make you cry, especially if he’s the one that started all this mess, he felt the guilt weighing on his shoulders.

Jake withdraws his hands from your face, but you resist, glueing yourself even more into the touch of his palm. It feels safe and comforting, compared to the madness just earlier, this is the calmness after a storm.

“What made you change your mind?” You whispered.

His head drops in line with his brooding shoulders. What made him change his mind? Moreover, what didn’t make him change his mind? He caught on very quickly that you were as competitive as he was- always quick on your feet and had some witted rebuttal on hand to throw back at him. Jake knew if he made bets with you, you would double down in an instant. Then, he planned, at first, innocently with fair games. But all of those soon lead to-

“You.” He responded, more like a plea. His squeeze on your wrist grew with desperation, the affirmation flicked in his eyes and he wanted to prove all his words are real- that his feelings for you were real. No more hiding behind silly games. This time, you needed to know. “You had me wrapped around your fingers from the very first bet. You didn’t know, yet you went along with it.”

A pained expression danced across his face, his brows dipped lower eclipsing his field of vision. “Just like tonight… it shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry, Sugar. It shouldn’t have gone like this—”

Your mouth cuts him off, sealing his mouth entirely with the flush of hot breaths caressing his lower lip; a flourish of butterflies ripple beneath your skin. Jake breaks off the skin, chest heaving with shallow breaths. “I don’t need you to apologise to me. I just need to know that you love me the same way as I do.”

His eyes widened. “You love me?”

You nodded with a hum. Fingers tangled in his hair, drawing out slow and tender scratches in circles. Seeing the awe on his face, you let out a breathy chuckle. “Let’s do this again some other time.”

The sly grin returns, sneakily snaking his hands around your waistline, cupping your perfectly shaped ass. Jake chuckles, “You can bet on it.”

[leviathan-says-hi]

Tagged by @fahrenflame to post 5 things that make me happy! Sorry this took a while to get to, I just finished up my winter exams 😅

× Art - I'm particularly enjoying animation rn: I still have a lot to learn but it's so much fun and super rewarding to return to a childhood interest and see how far I've come :)

× University - okay maybe not the experience as a whole but my final semester is like 100% neuroscience so I'm super excited for that part at least 😅

× Unus Annus - I don't think I've ever actively kept up with a YouTube channel before, let alone laughed at every single video! Mark and Ethan make a great team and their shenanigans have definetly become the highlight of my day :)

× Playing banjo - am I any good? Heck no. Do I enjoy the fantasy of living in a tiny cottage, sitting on a rocking chair with a checkered blanket over my lap, quietly strumming away to an audience of moss and ferns? Yes.

× My friends! - I'm always super grateful for the amazing people in my life, I know I can be hard work so I'm always appreciative of those who decide it's worth sticking around

Tagging @cardicishot @copias-caboose @deep-aural-fixation @goodboysatan @pinkiepiebones

No pressure though, only participate if you want!