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crazyk-imagine · 2 years ago

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Time Continues when You Stay

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Civillian!eader

Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Civillian!reader, Reader’s friends (Sammy, Danielle, and Cassie), Javy “Coyote” Machado, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Reuben “Payback” Fitch, Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Warnings: Minor use of curse words, fluff, slight angest, Jake making some smexy comments, the infamous thigh squeeze, Jake and reader are the sluts of the group, Bob and Sammy make a close second, Javy lives to make fun of Jake, the squad made another bet, this starts off as cute and gets slightly darker, the squad cares about Jake

Word Count: 1,656

A/N: Did I forget I finished this earlier this week? Maybe. Did I post this before working on the second chapter of another one of my stories? Maybe. Am I listening to Shane and Ryan play mortuary assistant while doing this and then switch to my new obsession One Tree Hill? Yes.

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“One uber ride for a future Mrs. Seresin.”

You scoff as you sit down. "Now you're on board with the nickname they gave me."

"I figured why try to fight it when they won’t stop."

"Oh, you're so sweet."

"I know I am, that’s why you like me."

"Right now, I'm trying to figure out why I do."

"Hey, hey," he reaches over and places his hand on your thigh, lightly squeezing it. "You know you're only lying to yourself."

"You mean you are."

"Shut up."

"Now who's getting their feelings hurt," you tease him.

"Keep talking like that and you won't be walking right at the bar tonight."

"Promises, promises."

"Look who finally decided to show up."

You roll your eyes at Javy’s comment. "Look at the whore."

"Hey!" Your friend Danielle shouts.

"I was talking to your boyfriend," you smirk.

"Hey, not cool. I'm the one that helped get you two together," he points to the two of you. "So, really, you should be thanking me... or naming your first kid after me, whatever comes first."

"Wow." You lean your head on his shoulder, "he's been hanging around you for too long."

Now it's Jake's turn to scoff. "That's hurtful, sweetheart."

"I'm not sorry."

"I know and that's why I'm thinking of your punishment for later now."

"Gross."

"At least they're not as bad as Bob and Sammy," Danielle points out.

"They could be worse than them if given enough alcohol," Javy adds. "Even then they go to the bathroom drunk as hell. They have the decency to pretend like they aren't gonna fuck."

"Hey, hey. We don't expose you so, you don't need to expose me like that.”

“There’s no fun in that,” Danielle teases you before walking away and her boyfriend following after her.

“Are we as slutty as they say we are?” You ask him.

“I don’t think so.”

“We are,” you whine to yourself.

“That’s rude of you to say sweetheart.”

“If you’re saying somethings not so slutty then it is. You’re the prime slut of the group.”

“You sure you’re not thinking of Chicken?”

“Oh, I know I’m not.”

“This calls for an early punishment.”

“No,” you tell him, keeping him at arm’s length as you run away until he catches you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him.

Natasha shakes her head, passing Mickey and Reuben forty dollars, a twenty-dollar bill to each of them.

“I told you he’d act sappy with her,” Reuben says, while counting the money in a taunting manner.

“Would you cut it out and give me my share?” Mickey snatches the money from his friend.

“Leave them alone. They’re happy,” Bob chimes in.

“Oh, look. The other sluts have arrived,” Natasha teases him.

He adjusts his glasses avoiding everyone’s gazes. “That’s- that’s- you guys are being rude.”

Sammy stands beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Are you guys being mean to my Bobby boo?”

“Us being mean to your boy toy,” Mickey starts off.

“Never,” Reuben adds, wrapping his arm around Mickey and Natasha’s shoulders.

“I love this.” You spin around in his arms, holding him by his waist as you rock side to side.

“Love what?” He pulls your arms off him and spins you around, pulling you into a slow dance.

“A lot of things.”

“What kind of things?”

“Oh, you know. This.”

The corner of his lips tugs upwards, “and what does this entail? I’m going to need some more details. I need you to use your words, sweet girl.”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip before smiling. “I love… the fact that you got enough courage to ask me for my number and here we are.”

“Oh, is that what you’re saying happened?”

“Yeah, because it’s the truth.”

“I wouldn’t say that I needed to gather enough courage to ask for your number.” He spins you again.

“You did though.”

“Nah, I just needed to get my feet moving to get to you before your uber showed up.”

“Same thing.”

“Not really because I was going with the feeling.”

“What feeling?”

He keeps one arm around your waist and holds your free hand with his. “You remember when you asked how I felt when I’m in the sky?”

You nod.

“I can remember pushing myself through the crowd and out the door to get to you and my heart…”

“Your heart stopped?” You joke with a light chuckle.

“Almost.”

You quiet down, staring at him as he avoids your gaze as your hands slide up his arms and settle around his neck.

“My body was in auto pilot, and I was behind you out that door asking you for your number feeling as buzzed as I do after flying.”

You hum, curling your arms further around his neck, hugging him.

He smiles, tucking his head into your neck.

“I’m glad you told me that.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he mumbles against your skin.

“Too late.”

You pull back and stare into his eyes. “I need you to wake up.”

He furrows his brows. “What?”

“Wake up. I can’t- I can’t lose you, Jake.”

“Sweetheart, what are you-”

“I need you to wake up,” you sniffle. “I can’t look any of your friends in the face and tell them you’re gone. I know it’s selfish of me to ask but please don’t make me do that, honey.”

He blinks and everything is gone. “Sweetheart? Hey, sweetheart? Where’d you go?”

You squeezed his hand tighter when he begins to lightly jerk his legs, pushing yourself out of the stupidly annoying (for no reason) hospital chair. “Jake. Jake. Hey, hey Jake.”

He opens his eyes and stops, the feeling of your hand on his head gets him to shiver.

“Hey there,” you greet him with a teary-eyed smile.

“Hey,” he replies, sounding horse and in need of water.

You hand him the cup of water Bradley got you earlier that day but never drank. “How are you feeling? I should get the doctor.” You point over your shoulder, “I’m going to go get the doctor.”

“No,” he shakes his head, reaching for you, wincing at the pain in his side. “Don’t leave,” he groans.

“Jake, stop coming closer and lay down you mad man.”

“How’d they let you in? Isn’t it supposed to be immediate family only?”

You avoid his gaze and fluff his pillow. “I may have told them we were a step further… in our relationship than we actually were.”

He smiles.

“And what was that?”

“We’re engaged and my ring is being resized. That’s why I don’t have it on right now.”

“You came up with a story and everything. Wow,” he teases.

You pout and lightly smack him, barely touching him. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to the bed, wanting you to sit beside him. “I don’t want to hurt you, honey.”

“There’s only two ways you can hurt me. One, by sitting on my catheter. And two, not sitting on this damn thing with me so just please, give this hurt cowboy a break.”

You accept the hand he holds out for you and sit beside him, staring at your adjoined hands.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Nothing.”

He feels the way your hand starts shaking. “Hey, hey.”

You don’t turn your head around and purse your lips together, trying to hold yourself together.

“Look at me, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

“But you almost weren’t!”

“What are you-”

“The doctor said they lost you for a few minutes but that you were going to be okay. When she said those words I- I thought I lost you.”

“But you didn’t, see. I’m right here. I’m right-”

“You almost weren’t.”

He pauses, thinking about what to say next. “I think even if that was the case, you wouldn’t have left me.” He pulls your hand up, placing it over his heart. “You didn’t leave even when you thought I was gone. I think you’d follow me towards the ends of the earth,” he says, with a teasing smile, repeating the same thing your parents told each other all the time when you were a child.

It holds a promise to the person it's being said to… even when things get tough, neither of you are going to leave the other, you’re going to get through things together.

“I regret telling you that,” you wipe your cheeks with one hand and attempt to pull your other one out of Jake’s grasp but fail as he keeps a hold of it. “Jake-”

He shakes his head, reaching for your waist, pulling you closer.

You do, slowly and gingerly to not aggravate any of his injuries.

He wipes your cheeks, “why’s my pretty girl crying? You know I only like it when you cry out for me and not like this.”

You scoff, inwardly rolling your eyes. “Don’t say things like that when you’re-”

“Enjoying the moment with the future Mrs. Seresin.”

“Stop. You can’t say things like that.”

“Oh, I can when it’s easy to get you riled up.” He opens his arms, placing your hand on the side of his neck. “Lay with me.”

“I don’t-”

He shakes his head, “you won’t win against me, and you know it.”

You don’t fight him and give in.

Javy, Natasha, Bob, and Bradley all fight to get into Jake’s hospital room.

He shushes them and gestures for them to be quiet, “don’t wake her up or I swear I will live up to the so-called back story to my call sign ten times harder than usual.”

Everyone slowly walks out of the doorway with their hands up, mumbling their apologies.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you mumble.

“Yes, I did. They wouldn’t have left unless I said something.”

“You’re so kind.”

“Only for you, sweetheart.” He pecks your forehead, “only for you.”

Return to: Part I

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notwiselybuttoowell · 2 years ago

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The Republican-dominated Mississippi house of representatives has passed a bill to create a separate, unelected court system in the city of Jackson that would fall outside the purview of the city’s voters, the majority of whom are Black.

The bill, which local leaders have likened to apartheid-era laws and described as unconstitutional, would also expand a separate capitol police force, overseen by state authorities. The force would expand into all of the city’s white majority neighborhoods, according to Mississippi Today. Jackson’s population is over 80% Black.

Speaking after House Bill 1020 passed on Tuesday evening, Jackson’s mayor Chokwe Lumumba branded the proposed law “some of the most oppressive legislation in our city’s history”.

“It’s oppressive because it strips the right of Black folks to vote. It’s oppressive because it puts a military force over people that has no accountability to them. It’s oppressive because there will be judges who will determine sentences over people’s lives. It’s oppressive because it redirects their tax dollars to something they don’t endorse nor believe in,” Lumumba said.

The bill passed largely along party lines in a 76-38 vote and will now travel to the state senate, where Republicans also hold a significant majority. The passage was preceded by an intense, four-hour floor debate in which members of the state’s Black caucus made impassioned pleas to reject the legislation and compared the bill to the state’s Jim Crow-era constitution of 1890.

The legislation was proposed by house Republican Trey Lamar, who is white and represents a district in the state’s north-west, which is majority white.

Lamar, who does not live in Jackson, has cited county court backlogs and crime rates in the city as his motivation for the proposed law. During floor debate, Lamar was asked if any of his constituents had asked for the bill. He replied: “I don’t live in Jackson … but you know what I like to do … I like to come to Jackson because it’s my capital city.”

The bill, which is over 1,000 pages long, would expand Jackson’s existing capitol complex improvement district, which is patrolled by the state’s capitol police and currently covers parts of the city’s downtown that house state government buildings. The district’s expansion would cover areas in the city’s north, which, according to local press, include entertainment and shopping neighborhoods.

The new court district would feature two judges directly appointed by Mississippi’s supreme court chief justice, Michael K Randolph, who is white. There would be two prosecutors, appointed by the state attorney general, Lynn Fitch, a white Republican. And two public defenders appointed by the state defender's office.

#in well that's horrendous news #Mississippi #democracy #authoritarianism #us politics #the justice system #judiciary #jackson mississippi

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 1 year ago

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Star's 300 Follower Celebration

Hi everyone! So here's the official layout for how my 300 follower celebration is going to go!

Pick a character and a theme from the following lists and send an ask to my inbox with each!

Characters

Top Gun

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky

Ron 'Slider' Kerner

Sam 'Merlin' Wells

Bill 'Cougar' Cortell

Charles 'Chipper' Piper

Marcus 'Sundown' Williams

Charlotte 'Charlie' Blackwood

Leonard 'Wolfman' Wolfe

Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw

Top Gun Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Reuben 'Payback' Fitch

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Javy 'Coyote' Machado

Penny Benjamin

Star Trek (AOS/TOS/SNW - Please specify which timeline if you're interested in Star Trek!)

James T. Kirk

S'chn T'gai Spock

Leonard 'Bones' McCoy

Nyota Uhura

Pavel Andreievich Chekov

Hikara Sulu

Montogomery 'Scotty' Scott

Christina Chapel

Keenser

Christoper Pike

Number One

Star Wars

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Chewbacca

The Ewoks

Anakin Skywalker

Padme Amidala

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Boba Fett

The Mandalorian (Din Djarin)

Grogu

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Scott Lang

Hope Van Dyne

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Parker

Carol Danvers

Monica Rambeau

James Rhodes

Stephen Strange

Kamala Khan

T'Challa

Vision

F.R.I.D.A.Y

J.A.R.V.I.S

James 'Bucky' Barnes

Loki

The Themes

Dark

Cottage-Core

Fairy/Magic

Modern

Badass

Cute

Sad

Angry

Relaxation

Exercise

Working

Spies

Send your asks my way! They'll be open from now through November 18th and I'll be posting the boards from November 4th, starting with the lovely @desert-fern's birthday surprise!

#star writes #star's 300 follower celebration #it's a multi-fandom bonanza!#star wars #star trek #top gun #top gun maverick #marvel cinematic universe

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eternal--returned · 5 months ago

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I cracked seeds in my teeth and flicked off the rubber sandals I'd been wearing since April. I couldn't tell my mother I'd outgrown my shoes again. I didn't want to remind her that I was the reason she was trapped in electric bills and kid's shoes grown too small, the reason she was clawing at the windows like Michael's dying tomatoes. She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of her clothes, I was a steel dress.

Janet Fitch ֍ White Oleander (1999)

#janet fitch #white oleander #bookshelf #quotes

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starset21 · 2 years ago

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Angel |Jake Seresin|

Standard disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be navy inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower

warnings: N/A

summary: Back in Miramar an aviator with the call sign Artemis is greeted by old and new friends. First day of training.

word count: 3,567

Previous Part ------- Next Part

Fighter Town U.S.A

Evangeline looked up at the Hard Deck sign as she got out of her red 1971 Mach 1, taking a moment to adjust the sleeves of her worn jean jacket before heading inside. The bar was an old yacht club that was converted into a ramshackle shrine to wild nights and Naval history. She greeted her favorite bartender with a smile. "What can I get you, Eve? Blue moon?" Penny asked. Evangeline smiles, "you know it, Penny." Penny hands her the beer and she places a $10 bill on the counter. "The old man is buying for everyone, Eve, he placed his phone on the counter." Evangeline dipped her head at the man in an aviator jacket, recognizing him immediately. "Keep the $10 anyways," she said, glancing around the room. "Penny, my dear, I'll have four more on the old-timer," a voice that she would never forget says from across the bar. Eve allowed the hair that was tucked behind an ear to cover her face from his view as Penny went and served him. Eve watched him walk away.

When Bradley pulled up to the Hard Deck in his old Ford bronco and spotted a familiar red mustang he almost couldn't believe it, she was supposed to be in Florida. He made his way inside, taking his shades off and allowing his eyes to adjust. "Bradshaw! Is that you? This is how I find out you're stateside?" Phoenix calls out. "Yeah, I just thought I'd surprise you," he said as a way of greeting as he scanned the crowd for that familiar blonde hair. Eve watched him walk over to the pool tables where a bunch of pilots in uniform were talking. Phoenix walked around the pool table, lining up a shot before drawing the stick back into Brad's stomach causing him to hunch over and groan. "I guess I surprised you back," she says with a smirk. "It's good to see you," he said as he straightened out, a lopsided smile on his face. "You too, Rooster." Eve made her way through the crowd of service members until she was right behind Bradley. She placed a hand on Brad's shoulder causing him to turn and look down at the shorter woman. "Eve!" The two best friends since childhood took each other in for a moment. Bradley's hand gently reached for the silvery pink scar on her forehead and ran a finger over it before he brought her into a tight hug. "I heard what happened," he murmured. "M' alright Brad, I'm alive, the munchkin is happy and that's all that matters," she told him. "I tried to get leave to come to see you after your dad told me you were stateside, but it never worked out..." he trailed off as Phoenix cleared her throat. Bradley stepped to the side revealing Eve to the others. "Who's your friend Rooster?" Phoenix asked. "Bradshaw. Evangeline. As I live and breathe," that familiar voice from earlier called out. His green eyes met her blue ones as she finally looked at the man she hadn't seen in almost 4 years.

"Hangman. You look..." Bradley trailed off. "Good," he drawled, finally deciding on a word. "Well, I am good, Rooster. I'm very good. In fact, I am too good to be true." Eve rolled her eyes at the man when he winked at her. She turned to Phoenix and held out her hand. "Evangeline, callsign Artemis," she introduced herself. "Natasha, callsign Phoenix." Eve smiled, "I know, Brad's talked about you before. It's nice to finally meet you." Natasha shook her hand. "So, anybody knows what this special detachment is all about?" Reuben 'Payback' Fitch asked. "No, a mission's a mission. What I want to know is who's gonna be the team leader?" Jake 'Hangman' Seresin said as he hit the white pool ball into the others. "And which one of y'all has what it takes to follow me?" he added. Eve downed the rest of her drink as Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia, another close friend of hers, made his way over to her and gave her a hug. "Hangman, the only place you'll lead anyone is an early grave," Bradley states. Mickey snickered but Eve watched as Coyote's face fell and Jake's throat bobbed before he replied. "Well, anyone who follows you is just gonna run out of fuel. But that's just you, ain't it, Rooster? You're snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment... that never comes," Jake retorted. "I love this song!" He exclaimed as he strutted away while Slow Ride by Foghat played through the jukebox. "Well, he hasn't changed," Nat mutters. "Nope. Sure hasn't," Brad added. Eve frowned, her eyes following the man back over to the bar. "Check it out. More patches," Mick says, pointing towards the door with his beer. All of them look. "That's Harvard, Yale, Omaha. Shit, that's Fritz. What the hell kind of mission is this?" Payback asks. "That's not the question we should be asking. Everyone here is the best there is. Who the hell are they gonna get to teach us?" Nat asks. Bradley walked over to the jukebox and unplugged it, earning some grumbling from the other patron before he sat down at the piano and began tapping out some Jazz tunes. "Hey, guys. Come on," Nat says nodding her head over in the direction of the piano. Penny's bell rang out again and the crowd clapped, beginning to chant, "Overboard! Overboard! Overboard!" Coyote, Payback, and Hangman threw the man out into the sand just outside of the Hard Deck which was followed by a round of applause. Bradley begins playing an all too familiar song causing Eve to grin as she sat down beside him, bumping his shoulder lightly as the whole bar joined in on singing the song.

"Goodness gracious great balls of fire..."

Before the day's briefing was to start Eve was called into Admiral Simpson's office. "You requested my presence, Admiral?" The Admiral nodded and leaned forward in his seat. "Were you cleared for flight Artemis?" he asked getting to the point straight away. She had a doctor's appointment the other afternoon before she had gone to the Hard Deck, all tests were cleared, and she could get in a jet. "Yes sir," she replied stiffly. Cyclone leaned back in his chair again, "Good, you are one of my top picks for this mission. Your skills will be invaluable." Eve swallowed and nodded before saying, "Thank you, sir." The Admiral waved his hand, "That was all, you're dismissed." Bradley was waiting for her in the hallway. "You're a Lieutenant Commander now Eve?" Bradley asked in a teasing way, a brow raised as he motioned to the updated name patch on her flight suit as they walked out of the office buildings and towards the hangar that would serve as their 'classroom.' Eve smacked his arm lightly, "it happened after the accident ok." Bradley pouted, feigning pain for a moment before straightening up. "In all seriousness, I'm surprised it wasn't more after what you went through," he told her. "I'm glad it wasn't," was all she muttered as they came to their destination. The aviators all lingered around, standing, talking, and laughing. Eve hardly even glanced at Hangman and simply claimed her chair next to Bradley when "Attention on deck!" was called.

All of the aviators stood, their chairs scraping against the ground. The Admirals walked down the center aisle and up to the podium. "Morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated." They all sat down. "I'm Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander. You're all top gun graduates. The elite. The best of the best." A few of the aviators smirked at that. "You've all spent your careers flying close air support for troops on the ground with little to no air-to-air threat. That was yesterday. The enemy's new fifth-generation fighter has leveled the playing field." Those who had smirked now looked grim as he paused for effect. "Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage. Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box." Hangman looked back at Phoenix and Artemis with a smirk. Phoenix just subtly flipped him off and Artemis rolled her eyes. "Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve. Your instructor is a top gun graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary. And he's considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death. I give you captain Pete Mitchell. Call sign: "Maverick." They all looked to the back when they heard boots on the ground. Hangman and Coyote sunk down in their chairs a little when they realized just who they had thrown out of the Hard Deck last night. Bradley's expression turned icy after hearing the name. Eve shoots him a concerned glance. She understands the significance of this moment. He had Bradley's papers pulled from the academy, without explanation, which ended up setting him back 4 years. Maverick steps to the podium. "Good morning," he said holding up a handbook.

"The F-18 natops. It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft. I'm assuming you know the book inside and out." A chorus of, "Damn right. Damn straight. And You got it," came from the aviators. "So does your enemy." Mav threw the book in the trash. Cyclone glowers and throws a look at Warlock. "And we're off," Eve muttered to herself. "But what the enemy doesn't know is your limits. I intend to find them, test them, and push beyond them. Today we'll start with what you only think you know. You show me what you're made of," Maverick finished. The aviators stood splitting off into their groups for the exercise. "Rooster," Mav called out as they walked down the hallway. "Bradley." Brad ignored the man, glancing sideways at Eve. "Lieutenant Bradshaw!" Bradley's nostrils flared as he stopped nodding his head for Eve to continue on. "Don't say something that could get you in trouble," she warned, hesitating for a moment but continuing on when Bradley had turned to face his superior. "Yes, sir," he replied. "Let's not do it like this," Mav tries. "You gonna wash me out?" Bradley asks. "That'll be up to you, not me," Pete says. Bradley narrows his eyes. "Am I dismissed?" he asks. Mav looks down at the concrete before nodding and Bradley walks away, making his way over to his jet for preflight checks.

"Good morning, aviators. This is your captain speaking. Welcome to basic fighter maneuvers. As briefed, today's exercise is dog fighting. Guns only, no missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of 5,000 feet. Working as a team, you have to shoot me down, or else," Maverick's voice came through the radio loud and clear. "Or else what, sir?" Payback asks. "Or else I shoot back. If I shoot either one of you down, you both lose," Mav replied. "This guy needs an ego check," Hangman mutters as he plays with a model F-18. "Says you," Eve scoffed. "We'll see to it," Omaha and Fritz say as they high-five. Payback's voice comes over the radio, "What say we put some skin in the game?" Eve sat down on the couch across from Hangman with a groan. "What do you have in mind?" he asks. "Whoever gets shot down first has to do 200 push-ups," Fanboy suggests. "Guys. That's a lot of push-ups," Mav replies. "They don't call it an exercise for nothing, sir," Fanboy counters. "You got yourself a deal, gentlemen. The fight's on. Let's turn and burn," Mav kicks his jet into gear before moving to where they couldn't see him. "Fanboy, you see him?" Payback asks. "Nothing on radar up ahead. He must be somewhere behind us." Mav came around. "Tally, tally, tally! Maverick's coming in! Break left!" Fanboy yells. "Breaking left," Payback responds. "Payback, where's your wingman?" Maverick asks. "Rooster, where are you?" Payback calls out. "I got your back. I'm coming. Hang in there. Hang in there!" Rooster responds. "Hurry up, man! Hurry up!" Fanboy yells. "Payback, break right," Rooster calls. "Breaking right." Maverick smirked, "Rooster just saved your life, fellas. But it's gonna cost him." Mav moved in behind Rooster. "Not this time, old man," Rooster replied nose-diving down before Mav could get a lock. "Rooster, you're too low! Pull up! You're hitting the hard deck!" Payback calls. "Oh, shit." Rooster pulls up. "That's a kill," Mav said after getting tone. The class waited in silence. Phoenix stares out the window and Hangman paces. Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy landed, leaving Rooster to begin his pushups. "That should be us down there," Fanboy mutters watching him outside. Eve walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "But it's not. And now you know a little something about Rooster." A voice came over the intercom, "Fritz, Harvard, Yale... You're up." They nod to one another, psyching themselves up for their flight.

"Artemis, Payback, Fanboy," was the next team called out over the intercom. Eve ran through all her preflight checks with ease but as she reached for the control stick to begin taxiing a tremor ran through her hand. She looked at the picture of her daughter she had taped up again and swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. Pushing aside the memories of her last time in a jet she took a few deep breaths and with one small self-pep talk later she was in the air with Payback and Fanboy. "Hey Artemis, how did you get your callsign, Fanboy never told me." She'd been in flight school with him when she got it but it kind of surprised her that he hadn't told his pilot about it, it had been one of his favorite stories to tell. "Artemis is the greek goddess of the hunt. I'm damn good in a dogfight," she told him the simplified version. "Prove it, Artemis," Maverick called out as he flew out from under them to right between them, causing Artemis and Payback to barrel roll out of the way as he flipped around in pursuit of them. "Evasive maneuvers," Artemis called out immediately. "Keep him occupied Payback, I got this!" She slowed down so Maverick shot past her. Maverick caught on to what she was doing and broke from chasing Payback to come after her. "Shit, Payback!" she called out zig-zagging and trying to avoid tone. "I'm coming Artemis!" She headed up into the sun's glare to try and lose him. "Where's he at Fanboy?" Artemis called out. "He followed you," Fanboy confirmed for her. Eve smirked from beneath her mask. "Perfect." She flipped around and dove again, using the sun in Maverick's eyes as cover. "You can't hide from me, Artemis," Mav taunted, even though he could no longer see her. "Wanna bet," she grinned as she got tone on him. "That's a kill." Maverick couldn't help but smile, pride for his friend's daughter shooting through him. "Well done Artemis, let's head back to base, I have some pushups to do."

Back on the ground, the other aviators were stunned into silence as Payback and Fanboy cheered for her through the radio. "Who the hell is this woman?" Omaha asked after a moment, clearly never having heard much about the aviator. "She's a Kazanksy," Rooster said as if that was explanation enough. "She's got at least 2 air-to-air kills last time I checked," Hangman spoke up. "It's 4 now," Rooster corrected. Several of the aviator's eyes widened. "How did you guys not know, her name is literally on her flight suit," Hangman asked with a raised brow. They landed and Maverick completed his pushups. The trio walked into the lounge and while Payback went to grab them water from the fridge in the corner the other two collapsed on the couch. The remaining aviators were looking at Eve like she was an anomaly and it was starting to irritate her. "Alright what is it," she asks. "You're the daughter of Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky? A 4-star Admiral, and the commander of the pacific fleet?" Fritz says. "And? What's your point?" she asks, an eyebrow raised. "How are you not a higher rank with 4 kills? That's more than Maverick and he's a captain," he questioned. Eve's brows knit together. Maverick also has like 30 years of experience to her 10, not to mention he's highly decorated for being a captain. "I'm a Lieutenant Commander, which is higher than you. My rank is none of your goddamn business unless you are addressing me directly, do you understand me, Lieutenant," she snapped. She was tired of getting accused of nepotism. "Yes, Ma'am," Fritz responded immediately. Fanboy placed a hand on her shoulder as he glared at them. Eve let out a deep breath before simply leaning back again, staring up at the ceiling, her jaw clenched. "Phoenix, Bob, Hangman. Your turn," was called over the intercom. "With him?" Phoenix groans. Phoenix and Hangman shared a look. Neither one wants to fly with the other. "With her?" Hangman mocks.

"Say, Phoenix. How about we tell everybody 'Bob' stands for something?" Hangman calls out as he flies along her left side. "Other than Robert, I mean," he adds. "Don't take the bait, Bob. Want to know why we call him Hangman?" Phoenix asks. "I got it. 'Baby on board.'" He chuckles to himself. "Shit!" he yells as Maverick flies between them making them veer out of the way. "Greetings, aviators. The fight's on," the captain calls out. "All right, Phoenix, let's take this guy out!" Hangman yells. "Watch your back, Phoenix," Bradley mutters as he leans against the counter listening to them. "Break right!" Bob calls out. "Breaking right," she responds. "Where's he going?" Bob asks. "That's why we call him Hangman. He'll always hang you out to dry," Phoenix replies dryly. "Leaving your wingman. There's a strategy I haven't seen in a while," Mav says, though it's more to himself rather than the other pilots. "He called you a man, Phoenix. You gonna take that?" Hangman asks. "So long as he doesn't call you a man," she replied. Eve held in a laugh at that. "Talk to me, Bob. Where's Maverick?" she asks. "Jesus, his nose is already coming around!" Bob exclaims. "Get him off me, Hangman!" Phoenix yells. "For all you folks at home, this is how you Bury a fossil," Hangman says. "All right, Hangman. Time to teach you a lesson," Mav smirks, "You're out, Phoenix." Phoenix gripped her stick tighter. "Son of a bitch!" she exclaimed. "Let's go, Mav. Let's see what you got," Hangman calls out. "Come get me," Maverick tells him. "Evil be gone. Hangman's coming." Eve rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you're good. I'll give you that," Mav says moving his jet around and behind him. "Shit. Phoenix, I can't see him. How close am I? Phoenix?" Hangman called. "I'm dead, dickhead," she replied. "See you in the afterlife, bag man," Bob adds. "Where is he? Where is he?" Hangman's head was on a swivel looking for the man. The tone sounded before Mav's voice rang out, "That's a kill." Omaha, Halo, and Coyote went next and were also taken out almost immediately.

Last out for the day was Hangman, Rooster, and Artemis all flying side by side. "So, Rooster, mind if I ask you a personal question?" Hangman starts. "Would it matter if I did?" Rooster asked. "What's the story with you and Maverick? It seems like he's got you rattled," Hangman states. "That's none of your business. Now where the hell is he?" Rooster asks. "Been here the whole time," Maverick says as he moves to invert over Rooster. "Holy shit," Hangman says. "You see me now? Come on, let's get it over with," Maverick says. "Fight's on!" Rooster yells. "What is with these two?" Hangman asks. Eve doesn't say anything, just keeps her eyes on them as they spiral around. "All right, you put us here. How are you gonna get yourself out?" Mav asked. "You can bail out anytime," Rooster yells. "How low you want to go, Rooster?" Mav asks. "I can go as low as you, sir! And that's saying something." Eve shook her head at the two idiots. "What's past is past. For both of us," Mav said. "You'd like to believe that, wouldn't you?" Rooster asked. "Hard deck is 5,000 feet, fellas. You are running out of room," Hangman called out. "Your strategy is about to run us into the ground. What's your move?" Mav asks. "Damnit guys pull up!" Artemis called. They listened and Rooster ended up behind Mav, a clear shot if he'd only take it. "Come on, Rooster, you got him! Drop down and take the shot!" Hangman exclaimed. "It's too low," Rooster says. Oh, now it's too low for him. Eve sighed and shook her head. "Too late. You had your chance." Mav hit the brakes and flipped around so he was behind Rooster. "That's a kill. Knock it off," he said. "Damn it!" Rooster yelled. "Same old Rooster," Hangman teased. "Go see Hondo about your push-ups," Mav said before signaling it was time to head in.

#top gun maverick #hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x oc #hangman fic #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin

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Which Quentin Tarantino film would some of the Skins characters like?

I had no idea how to answer this so I fed it into ChatGPT to see what it would come up with. Do we think it did a good job? I kind of love that it decided Effy and Freddie both like Kill Bill the best.

Generation 1

Tony Stonem: "Pulp Fiction" (1994) Tony is charismatic, confident, and enjoys being in control. "Pulp Fiction" is known for its nonlinear narrative, witty dialogue, and complex characters—elements that would appeal to Tony's sophisticated tastes.

Sid Jenkins: "Reservoir Dogs" (1992) Sid is often seen as the awkward and lovable underdog. "Reservoir Dogs," Tarantino's debut film, features a group of criminals with distinct personalities, much like the friendship group in Skins. Sid might appreciate the film's exploration of loyalty, betrayal, and unexpected alliances.

Cassie Ainsworth: "True Romance" (1993) Cassie is a dreamy and romantic character, drawn to the notion of love and escapism. "True Romance" is a love story with a dark twist, involving a pair of star-crossed lovers on the run. Cassie might be captivated by the film's blend of romance, violence, and Tarantino's signature style.

Chris Miles: "From Dusk Till Dawn" (1996) Chris is known for his wild and reckless behavior. "From Dusk Till Dawn" is an action-packed film that starts off as a crime thriller and later shifts into a vampire horror movie. Chris might enjoy the film's mix of adrenaline-fueled action and unexpected genre shifts.

Jal Fazer: "Jackie Brown" (1997) Jal is intelligent, talented, and ambitious. "Jackie Brown" is a crime drama that centers around a smart and resourceful flight attendant caught up in a money-smuggling scheme. Jal might appreciate the film's strong female lead, intricate plot, and Tarantino's homage to blaxploitation films.

Maxxie Oliver: "Death Proof" (2007) Maxxie is a talented dancer and openly gay character. "Death Proof" is a homage to exploitation films, featuring strong female characters and thrilling car chase sequences. Maxxie might enjoy the film's stylish aesthetic and empowered portrayal of women.

Generation 2

Effy Stonem: "Kill Bill: Volume 1 & 2" (2003, 2004) Effy is enigmatic, mysterious, and carries an air of danger. The "Kill Bill" films follow a vengeful assassin seeking retribution against those who wronged her. Effy might resonate with the films' themes of revenge, resilience, and the complex dynamics between the characters.

James Cook: "Inglourious Basterds" (2009) Cook is rebellious, unpredictable, and often involved in confrontations. "Inglourious Basterds" is a WWII film that showcases a group of Jewish-American soldiers seeking vengeance against Nazis. Cook might appreciate the film's audacious storytelling, intense dialogue, and explosive moments.

Naomi Campbell: "Django Unchained" (2012) Naomi is intelligent, politically aware, and passionate about social justice. "Django Unchained" is a revisionist Western that explores themes of slavery and revenge. Naomi might appreciate the film's exploration of racism, its sharp dialogue, and the strong performances by the ensemble cast.

Emily Fitch: "The Hateful Eight" (2015) Emily is compassionate, introspective, and has a strong sense of justice. "The Hateful Eight" is a tense and dialogue-driven film set in a post-Civil War Wyoming blizzard, featuring a group of strangers with hidden agendas. Emily might be drawn to the film's moral complexities, suspenseful atmosphere, and character-driven narrative.

Katie Fitch: "Natural Born Killers" (1994) Katie is bold, impulsive, and occasionally manipulative. "Natural Born Killers" is a controversial film that delves into the media's obsession with violence and celebrity culture, following a pair of murderous lovers on a killing spree. Katie might be intrigued by the film's exploration of societal issues, its frenetic editing style, and its dark satirical commentary.

Pandora Moon: "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood" (2019) Pandora is eccentric, bubbly, and often lives in her own imaginative world. "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood" is a love letter to the golden age of Hollywood, set in 1969 Los Angeles. Pandora might be enchanted by the film's nostalgic atmosphere, charismatic performances, and its blend of fiction with real-life events.

Freddie McClair: "Kill Bill: Volume 1 & 2" (2003, 2004) Freddie is a laid-back, free-spirited character with a love for music. As mentioned earlier, "Kill Bill" might resonate with Freddie due to its stylized action sequences, strong characters, and a story driven by themes of revenge and redemption.

Thomas Tomone: "Jackie Brown" (1997) Thomas is a thoughtful and introspective character. "Jackie Brown" revolves around a complex heist plot and features characters with hidden motives and intricate relationships. Thomas might appreciate the film's nuanced storytelling, its exploration of moral ambiguity, and the strong performances by the cast.

JJ Jones: "Pulp Fiction" (1994) JJ Jones, often referred to as "JJ," is known for his quirky personality and sense of humor. "Pulp Fiction" is a nonlinear crime film with a darkly comedic tone, featuring interconnected stories and eccentric characters. JJ might appreciate the film's witty dialogue, unconventional narrative structure, and the blend of violence and humor that are hallmarks of Tarantino's style. (I had to give it JJ twice because it mixed him up with Cook).

Generation 3

Franky Fitzgerald: "Kill Bill: Volume 1 & 2" (2003, 2004) Franky is a complex and introspective character who explores their own identity throughout the series. "Kill Bill" could resonate with Franky due to its themes of self-discovery, vengeance, and the journey of a strong female protagonist.

Mini McGuinness: "Death Proof" (2007) Mini is portrayed as manipulative and calculating, with a strong personality. "Death Proof" is a film that explores themes of power dynamics and features strong female characters. Mini might appreciate the film's feminist undertones and its blend of action and suspense.

Grace Blood: "True Romance" (1993) Grace is depicted as a sweet and kind-hearted character who values love and romance. "True Romance" is a love story with a dark twist, which might appeal to Grace's idealistic and emotional nature.

Liv Malone: "Pulp Fiction" (1994) Liv is known for her rebellious and free-spirited nature. "Pulp Fiction" is a cult classic with unconventional storytelling and a mix of dark humor and intense moments. Liv might resonate with the film's non-linear narrative and its portrayal of characters living on the fringes.

Rich Hardbeck: "Reservoir Dogs" (1992) Rich is an introverted and mysterious character with a love for music. "Reservoir Dogs" features a group of criminals with distinct personalities, and the film's focus on a botched heist and its aftermath might intrigue Rich's analytical mind.

Alo Creevey: "From Dusk Till Dawn" (1996) Alo is portrayed as carefree, fun-loving, and somewhat mischievous. "From Dusk Till Dawn" starts off as a crime thriller and then takes a supernatural turn, which might appeal to Alo's sense of adventure and his love for excitement.

Nick Levan: "Inglourious Basterds" (2009) Nick is known for his rebellious and impulsive behavior. "Inglourious Basterds" is a WWII film that follows a group of Jewish-American soldiers on a mission of vengeance. Nick might appreciate the film's themes of rebellion, justice, and its stylized action sequences.

Matty Levan: "Jackie Brown" (1997) Matty is often portrayed as mysterious and enigmatic. "Jackie Brown" revolves around a heist plot with intricate relationships and hidden motives. Matty might appreciate the film's complex characters, morally ambiguous situations, and its exploration of trust and loyalty.

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hiddenpxpercuts · 2 years ago

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Hello lovelies!!! As I am coming off my hiatus, a lot of my muses could use some up to date stuff. I will be replying to things already in my drafts, don’t you worry but this is just for people to see my new muses and see if they want to talk to anyone!

Alexander Lightwood | 29 | Shadowhunters | Detective

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Marina Nunier Osuana | 19 | Elite | College Sophomore/Works at a diner

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Patrick Blanco Commerford | 19 | Elite | College Sophomore/Works near campus

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Evan Buckley | 29 | 911 | Fire Fighter

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Tyler Kennedy Strand | 28 | 911-lone Star | EMT at Fire Station.

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Richie Tozier | 24 | Elite | Comedian

Alice ( ofxscavengcrs)

Reggie Peters | 19 | JATP | College Sophomore /Works at music store

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Max Mayfield | 23 | Stranger Things | Works at a Daycare

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Wade Wilson | 40 | Marvel | Private Investigator but not a good one/ part time bartender

Chewbacca ( ofxscavengcrs)

T.J Kippen | 21 | Andi Mack | College Freshman/ Teacher’s Aide

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Harry Hook | 23 | Descendants | Chef / Last year of Culinary School

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Marco Del Rossi | 21 | Degrassi | College Senior / Teachers Aide

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Ben Hargreeves | 30 | TUA | Personal Trainer at Gym

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Maxine Baker | 19 | Ginny and Georgia | College Sophomore/Works at occult shop.

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Matthew Murdock | 35 | Marvel | Criminal Defense Lawyer

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Dean Winchester | 38 | Supernatural | Psychiatrist

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Emily Fitch | 19 | Elite | College Sophomore/ Works for Fashion Designer

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Nick Nelson | 18 | Heartstopper | College Freshman/ Part time fast food

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Simon Spier | 19 | Love, Simon | College Sophomore/ Works at law firm

Josh ( purelybilateral)

Josette Saltzman | 18 | Legacies | College Freshman / Part Time Barista

Bonnie ( mastcrmiind)

Yuuri Katsuki | 21 | Yuri! On Ice | Works at Skate Rink

Benjamin ( purelybilateral)

Katherine Pierce | 500+ | TVD | Waitress

Blaine Anderson | 22 | Glee |Performer/Song Writer

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Ginny Weasley | 21 | Harry Potter | Bartender

Lily Luna ( mastcrmiind)

Chad Meeks-Martin | 19 | Scream | College Sophomore

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Bill | 47 | TLOU | Farmer / Chef

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Maria Vasquez | 25 | West Side Story | Nurse

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Heather Chandler| 23 | Heathers | Stylist

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Max Wolfe| 21 | GG Reboot | Male Dancer / Grad School

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Viscount Tewksbury | 19 | Enola Holmes | College Sophomore / Matt Murdock’s assistant

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Simon Erikkson | 21 | Young Royals | Music Teacher \ Performer

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Gabriel Boutin | 25 | Half Bad | French Ambassador

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Penelope Featherington| 21 | Bridgerton | Works for Newspaper

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Ricky Bowen | 19 | Elite | College Sophomore / Party Performer

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Chishiya Shuntaro| 21 | Alice in Bonderland| Doctor

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Lillian Deville | 22 | Rugrats | Soccer Coach

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Mason Hewitt | 21 | Teen Wolf | forensic pathologist

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David Rose | 35 | Schitt’s Creek | Owns Rose Apothecary

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Barney Stinson| 25 | HIMYM | Business Attorney

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Mickey Milkovich | 28 | Shameless | Bartender / Sponser

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Lestat De Lioncourt | 200+ | Interview with a Vampire | Night Club Owner

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Mercutio | 27 | Romeo and Juliet | Male Dancer / Stylist

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Tiana | 25 | Disney | Owns Tiana’s Place, a diner

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Jim Hopper | 45 | Stranger Things | Mayor

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Wally Clark | 21 | School Spirits | College Senior

Ak ( purelybilateral)

Lily Tucker-Pritchett | 21 | Modern Family | Social Worker

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Diana Barry | 21 | Anne with an E | Unemployed

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Dina | 19 | TLOU | Works at a daycare

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Eponine Thenardier | 25 | Les Mis | Waitress

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Blair Waldorf | 23 | GG | Law School

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Dot Warner | 25 | Animanics | Sugar Baby

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reasoningdaily · 2 years ago

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Failure to raise the debt limit would be an entirely different kind of crisis.

Unable to continue borrowing, the federal government would have to rely only on incoming revenue to pay its bills — and there isn’t nearly enough money on most days. That means Social Security payments most likely would get delayed, a day or two at first and then longer if the standoff drags on.

The problem would be repeated with other government payments, sending a cascade of delays rippling across the economy.

“You’re dealing with the potential for an order of magnitude of greater economic consequences that are felt throughout the country,” Shai Akabas, director of economic policy at the centrist Bipartisan Policy Center think tank, said of the difference between a debt limit crisis and a shutdown.

Unlike with a government shutdown, the damage from a first-ever debt limit breach — which could happen as soon as June 1 — could be more severe and long lasting, experts said.

Just getting dangerously close to one in 2011 led Standard & Poor’s to downgrade the US government’s top-level AAA credit rating for the first time, causing higher government borrowing costs. Coming close again, or even failing outright to pay some government bills, could lead to downgrades from the other two credit ratings companies, Fitch Ratings and Moody’s Investor Services, that could sharply raise US government borrowing costs for years.

“A shutdown is an economic problem, but it’s not an existential problem,” said Mark Zandi, chief economist at Moody’s Analytics, an economics research and consulting firm that is separate from the credit rating company. “A debt limit breach is existential.”

There have been 20 government shutdowns since 1977 in which some or all Congressional appropriations expired. Most shutdowns have lasted just a few days and caused little economic damage. But longer ones, such as the 35-day partial shutdown from late 2018 to early 2019, had more serious consequences.

The Congressional Budget Office estimated the 2018-19 partial shutdown (some appropriation bills had already been approved) led to 300,000 government workers being furloughed and reduced the nation’s economic output by about $11 billion. Much of that output was made up after the government reopened, but about $3 billion of it was permanently lost, the CBO said.

Still, that wasn’t nearly enough to push the economy into a recession.

A debt limit breach that lasts for even just a few days would be much different because it would shake business and consumer confidence and rattle financial markets, Zandi said.

“We’re right on the precipice of a recession anyway,” he said. “This is going to throw us over the ledge.”

Moody’s Analytics estimated in March that a standoff that lasts a few weeks would cause economic damage similar to what occurred during the 2008 global financial crisis, including the loss of more than 7 million jobs, a nearly 20 percent decline in stock prices and mortgage rates and other borrowing costs spiking.

A report released Wednesday by the White House Council of Economic Advisors was similarly bleak, warning that “a protracted default would likely lead to severe damage to the economy, with job growth swinging from its current pace of robust gains to losses numbering in the millions.”

House Republicans say they want to avoid that economic damage and the solution is legislation they approved on April 26. The bill, which Senate Democratic leaders declared dead on arrival, would increase the nation’s $31.4 trillion debt limit by $1.5 trillion or suspend it until March 31 (whichever comes first) in exchange for reducing the deficit by about $4.8 trillion over the next decade.

President Biden and most Democrats argue those cuts are too severe and they shouldn’t be paired with an increase in the debt limit, which is required to pay for funding Congress already has authorized. Biden has invited congressional leaders of both partiesto the White House Tuesday, but the sides are nowhere close to a deal.

The nation technically hit the debt ceiling in January, but the Treasury Department has been conducting what it calls “extraordinary measures” that allow the government to stay within the limit while still paying all the nation’s bills on time. Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen warned congressional leaders last week that the latest estimate based on incoming revenue after April’s annual tax filings show the federal government might not be able to pay all its bills as soon as June 1.

Republicans have argued the Treasury could use incoming money to prioritize payments to government bondholders to avoid defaulting on US debt. And some lawmakers have proposed requiring Treasury also prioritize Social Security and Medicare payments, as well as military pay and veterans programs.

Treasury officials have rejected prioritizing payments, as well as other, less conventional ideas to avoid a default, such as minting a $1 trillion coin. Yellen told lawmakers that Treasury’s system — which made more than 1.4 billion payments in 2022 — is designed to pay all bills on time and that failure to pay any of them still would constitute a default.

A Treasury Inspector General’s report after the 2011 debt limit standoff said officials determined “the least harmful option” in the case of a breach was to suspend payments for a given day until there was enough money to pay them all. In such a scenario, delays “would have quickly worsened each day the debt limit remained at its limit,” the report said.

Treasury and Federal Reserve officials also developed a plan in 2011 to prioritize payment of principal and interest on US debt, according to Fed meeting transcripts released five years later. That is possible because debt payments are made using a separate Fed system. But it’s unclear if that prioritization plan would have worked, said William English, a professor at the Yale School of Management who was a Fed staffer at the time.

“The amount of manual intervention into various very complicated payment systems to make that happen is huge,” said English, who attended the 2011 Fed meeting where the plan was discussed. “And so you can decide to do that and still not successfully do that.”

And even if such a plan were feasible, it might not be enough to avoid a downgrade of the US credit rating.

“Prioritising debt payments to avoid an immediate default, if this were possible, might not be consistent with a ‘AAA’ rating,” London-based Fitch Ratings warned in a statement last month.

All this highlights the tremendous stakes, and unpredictability, of a debt limit breach.

“It’s really hard to foresee a world where the United States is not paying all of its bills because the whole economic system is based on the fact that we do,” said Akbas, an expert on the debt limit. “And once the card at the bottom of that tower is taken out, we don’t know where everything lands.”

#14th amendment #debt ceiling raise #us congress #us budget #budget default #gop #ratings #A debt limit breach could be like a government shutdown — but much worse

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years ago

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The Good, The Bad, and The Big Birthday Bash (Edwin’s Birthday)

Pairing: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Edwin and Maryanne (the kiddos), Penny Benjamin, Amelia Benjamin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Bringham "Harvard" Lennox, Logan "Yale" Lee

Warnings: SMUT (Minors DNI 18+), light somnophilia goes with -->, pussy eating, p n v, unprotected sex (consensual, wrap it before you tap it people), sex in different locations (bedroom and bathroom), Jake calls reader his bratty baby, reader and Jake go back and forth with the brat nickname, cursing, sweet Jake (basically the opposite of him in tgm), minor sub!Jake vibes, real talk (about adulty things like bills), alcohol consumption, Bradley the bartender (only for friends though), Bob the DJ makes a return, Mickey the photographer has more models, everyone looks cute in their cowboy/ cowgirl outfits, the kids being adorable, pilot crew doing dumb things

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You stare at the day, wondering why it looks so familiar. You finish typing in, “pay cable bill” and then it hits you. “It’s almost his birthday,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead.

“Is this not a good thing?” Jake asks, setting your plate in front of you as he sits down.

“No, it is- -its- its good. I just- I don’t know how I’m going to plan this because it seems like the bar is just getting busier and busier than my other job-”

He says nothing as he reaches down, hand wrapped around the leg of your chair as he pulls you closer to him. “I thought I told you to quit that job.”

“And I told you that I have to make ends meet. We have to be able to eat somehow.”

He removes his hand from the leg of the chair and cups your cheek, getting you to focus on him. “You don’t have to do that. There are two people here now. It’s not all on you to take care of everything, okay? It's okay to lean on me.”

You sniffle, lowering your head.

“Hey, hey,” he lowers his voice, bringing you closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder letting you cry until you can’t anymore and all you can do is sniffle. “Come on now. No more tears.” He uses his thumb to wipe your cheeks and under eyes. “We are in this together,” he pecks your head.

Jake grabs your hand and pulls your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss that lasts a few seconds on your wedding ring. “This ring here united us in more ways than one so, if you have credit card debt, it’s now our debt.”

That earns a chuckle from you.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up,” you mumble into his shoulder.

He chuckles, “I don’t think I want to, not when I got a pretty girl on my shoulder.”

“Why do you have to be so flirty?”

He shrugs, “don’t know but I can’t say I hate it.”

“And, why’s that?” You move your head, looking up at his jaw line and side profile.

“It got me you.”

“I don’t think it was the flirting.”

“Oh, no. It was definitely the flirting.”

“Okay,” you pat his chest with your left hand.

He tilts his head down, staring at the ring on your finger and smiles.

You push yourself off him, taking a bite of your food.

He takes this as an opportunity to talk. “Okay, this is what I got from this conversation. You’re quitting your crappy second job and letting me officially help with bills while you start coming up with some ideas on what to do for our little man’s birthday party.”

You hate to admit it but the way he said, “our little man” makes you happy and relaxed, it never seems to stop surprising you when he talks about the kids like they’re his own.

He said he wished they were his on the first date and still manages to surprise you after saying that. He gets out of the chair and exits the kitchen.

You huff, shaking your head while eating your pasta. How dare he be such a little shit… even if he did reheat your dinner for you.

You turn your brain off for a second, focusing on the tasty food and not the fact that Jake is talking about the kids is hot. Nope, definitely not focusing on that. You stop chewing, a dirty thought comes to mind. ‘Could he have a breeding kink?’

“Hey, babe?”

Your eyes slowly trail over towards him.

“Nothing, just wanted to see if you wanted to watch a movie with us but I can see that the pasta is better than us. So, we’ll leave you two alone.”

You roll your eyes. Did it just get hotter?

“I heard that.”

You roll your eyes again, knowing that he cannot hear you do such a normal thing.

“Jake, I wanna show you something,” Maryanne says, tugging on Jake’s arm.

“Now? It’s time for bed kiddo.” He glances over at you.

“It’s about the book I want.”

You shake your head, she doesn’t learn. “Honey, ask him, don’t pull on his arm. You know that.”

“But-”

She sticks her bottom lip out, pouting. “Now, I see it,” he comments. “This is how he got it.”

“Who got what?” Your daughter asks.

“Your brother got this,” Jake points to her pouty lip, “from you.”

She shakes her head, “no, he didn’t.”

“I’m pretty sure he did.”

“Nu-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Hey.”

“No.”

“Jake-”

“Yes.”

“No.”

You stick your curled index finger and thumb in your mouth, whistling to get their attention. “Hey, hey. No. No more of this. Okay?”

He lifts Maryanne over his shoulder, she lets out giggly screams. “Yes, ma’am.” He salutes you before marching to her room.

You shake your head, glancing back at a sleepy Edwin rubbing his one eye. “Okay, time for bed little man.”

You pull the sheets over his belly, setting them on his chest. You brush the few stands of fallen hair out of his eyes. “Have thought about what you want to do this year?”

He nods.

“And what’s that?”

“Cowboys.”

“Cowboys? Really?”

He nods, rubbing his eyes.

“Okay,” you lean forward, kissing the top of his head. “Go to sleep.”

You exit his room, finding your husband leaning against the wall.

“You have fun?”

“Oh, tons. Did you not hear the ragger we started in there? I thought the walls were shaking all over the house.”

He hums, wrapping his arms around you. “You find out the theme?”

“I did.”

“You want to share with the rest of the class.”

“Maybe.”

“Are you seriously gonna leave me in the dark about what he wants to do?”

You turn around, leaning against the bathroom doorway. “Yes.”

He closes the door, groaning loudly for you to hear as he lays on the bed. “Why? Is it space? Does he want aliens at the party because I think Chicken is alien like as it is. I will veto more than one alien.”

The shower starts running.

Jake pushes himself off the bed, practically tripping over everything as he hurries to the bathroom.

You shake your head, taking a step back letting the water run over your hair and backside. “Did you trip over everything?"

He scoffs, “no.”

“And who’s pants are on fire?”

The shower door slides open, “not mine since they’re on the floor but, I am afraid another part of me is on fire for you, sweetheart.” His arms slide around your waist, pulling you closer.

You lift your head, wiping the water off your forehead before opening your eyes. “When aren’t you trying to have your way with me?”

“I think it’s the other way around because if my memory serves me right, and it does, it was you who was begging me.”

“You definitely did the begging.”

“I don’t think so,” he denies.

“I know for a fact it was you.”

“How can I change your mind?” He leans in, eye lids drooping.

You tilt your head to the side, pretending to think about it as he places gentle kisses along the side of your neck. “We should finish our shower soon, the water’s gonna get cold,” you mumble.

“Then I’ll just,” his murmurs against your skin, “warm you up.”

You bite your lip to suppress your smile, “you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

He smirks, biting your neck.

You shriek and quickly cover your mouth, slapping his arm.

“Did something happen, sweetheart?”

You narrow your eyes at him, pursing your lips as you reach for your shower gel and sponge net so you can get out and get ready for bed, letting Jake know you’re not going to give into his carnal desires (for the time being).

You finish, your hand is on the shower door when Jake stops you.

“Hey, hey. Where do you think you’re going?” He stares at you with his soapy hair tangled in a mess; the shampoo trailing down his temples after he wiped his forehead.

“I’m gonna get out so you have room to dry off when you’re finished. What are you doing?” You slowly ask.

“I just have to wash my hair and I’m done.”

“Which is why I’m trying to get out now.”

Maybe it’s the way his shoulder’s tense up or that you’re reminded of your brief three-day separation period and how terrible it was (on the four of you).

You stop, moving towards him. “Turn around.”

“Why? You gonna check me out?” He certainly knows how to lighten the mood.

“Always but not this time, I’m gonna wash your hair.”

He nearly melted on the spot.

There has only been one other time when you spoiled him and washed his hair (which was because the kids decided to have a food fight and he couldn’t get all of it out on his own) and he loved it, a little too much he can fully admit to that.

He doesn’t say anything and nods.

“How are you gonna do this?” You ask, not wanting him to strain his neck as you reach for the shower head. Turning back around with the shower head in your hand, you find him on his knees. “What are you doing?”

His eyes trail up your body until he locks eyes with you, “Making it easy on you.”

You lift the shower head, spraying him.

He chuckles, grabbing your wrist, stopping you, “that’s not very nice, gorgeous.” There’s the “you’re in trouble” nickname.

“You’re the one getting handsy.”

He scoffs, “you love it.”

“Shut up and let me wash your hair.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your stomach. The tired and quiet, “yes ma’am,” escapes him.

You do your best to be thorough and quick so you two can crawl into bed. You set the shower head back in its place, tapping his shoulder. “Come on.”

“No.”

“It’s time for us to get out. We gotta dry off and I gotta finish my hair before we lay down.”

He huffs, “fine.” His knee cracks as he pushes himself up causing you to smile.

“Sounds like you’re becoming an old man.”

“I’m not old enough to the point where I can’t carry you.” You place a hand on his chest, shoving him back, “Don’t even try it, Mister. I will not have us fall and break something.”

He doesn’t say anything and nods.

You feel bad. The joking attitude he has is no longer there. “I know you didn’t mean it like that, please don’t be sad.”

“I’m not.”

“Jake,” you cup his cheeks forcing him to look at you. “We are together, and nothing is going to change that. You’re stuck with me like I’m stuck with you.”

He rolls his eyes.

You can feel the muscles in his cheeks twitch as he fights the urge to crack a smile. “You know how you told me to lean on you, lean on me. I will be by your side till the very end, okay? I love you.”

He nods, pulling you in for a hug. He sniffs, neither of you comment on it.

“Come on,” you whisper in his ear. “Let’s get out of here. I can feel the goosebumps on your back.”

His breath fans against your skin as a breathless chuckle escapes him. “I thought you liked to have any reason to warm me up.”

“Just get out, you dork. It’s cold.”

“So, mean.” He slides the shower door open, stepping out wrapping a towel around his waist. He turns around, holding his hand out for you, helping you out of the shower.

You reach the towel when he swats your hand.

“Ah, bup bup.”

“I can get my own towel, thank you.”

“Yeah, but this way I can help and if my hand slips, well then,” the corner of his lips tug upwards as he pulls you closer with the towel before wrapping it around you, “that’s just a win for me.”

You roll your eyes smacking his chest. “What? I’m not supposed to be completely and utterly blown away every time I see my gorgeous wife. Because I’d be crazy not to.”

“You’re too sweet for your own good.”

“It’s called love, sweetheart.”

You shake your head, smile never faltering as you step beside him.

“Can you blow dry my hair?”

“You always complain when I do it.”

“You’ve never done it before,” he points out.

“… that’s because I know you’ll complain after.” You remove your towel and grab your cute, designed panties before sighing. “Get dressed then we can make you look pretty.”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment so thank you, sweetheart.” He walks up behind you, placing his hands on your hips as he pecks your cheek.

You can’t help but smile, he’s always too sweet (even when he doesn’t want to admit it). You finish getting dressed and do your own hair before you plug in the blow dryer, making sure that the cord won’t knock anything off the counter. “Are you done yet?”

“I’ve been waiting on you.”

“Don’t give me that attitude,” you tell him while reaching for the necessary item.

“I have no attitude to give.”

You run your fingers through his hair getting rid of any knots that may be there. “Is your hair okay at this length?”

“Yeah, why? Do you not like it?”

You bend down, wrapping your free hand around his jaw, tilting his head back. “I didn’t say that, and I love all and anything that has to do with you, you know that.”

“It doesn't hurt to hear it again.”

You let go of him and detangle the cord, needing more room to walk around behind him. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t want to inflate your ego more than I already do.”

“Now that I know you think so highly of me, it definitely makes me feel more confident in myself.”

You playfully roll your eyes, “oh, no. Whatever will the others do about it tomorrow?”

“Complain, maybe call you.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if they did.”

Jake climbs into bed first, the sheets folded across his waist. He watches as you go through your mental checklist. “We did everything we were supposed to, so get over here so we can cuddle and stop stressing over it.”

You purse your lips, not wanting to admit that he’s a little bit right. “Fine.” You crawl onto your side, turning to turn the lamp off only to find yourself smashed against his warm chest. You tilt your head up, staring at his side profile before he moves looking back at you as he brushes his thumb against your cheek. “What do you think the others would do if the found out the Hangman was a big time cuddler?”

He lets out a soft, sarcastic chuckle, “they wouldn’t.” He leans in, putting most, if not all his weight onto his elbow.

“You wanna know why?”

You don’t tear your gaze away from him as his hand trails down your side, his fingertips grazing every inch of you. “Why?” You whisper, already knowing where this is going.

“Because,” he kisses your chin, jaw line, and side of your neck, “I’m gonna make sure you forget what you find to be so funny.” He sucks on the skin of your chest, near the edge of your tank top. “And they wouldn’t believe you.”

You tilt your head back, giving him more room to do as he pleases (as long as they aren’t too visible for everyone to see… even if that is his second favorite reason to give you hickey’s). “Seems like you’ll be working… all night.”

“We have time.”

“You’re such a horn dog.”

“Only for you.” His lips trail along your collarbone, moving closer towards your head, nipping at your chin.

“You have to sleep, you volunteered to take Maryanne to the store and we both know she’s gonna wake up at the crack of dawn the day after Edwin’s party even though we have to wake up early for that.”

He sighs knowing you’re right. “Fine, let’s go to sleep.” He sounds so sad. He sounds so sad as he rests his head on your chest.

“Don’t be sad, I don’t want you to be too tired when you and Ann are out-”

His head snaps up. “How can I be tired when I have such a gorgeous wife to come home to.”

You close your eyes, nails lightly scratching along the base of his neck, “don’t suck up to me.”

“Okay.”

A mischievous smile dances across his lips as he lifts the sheets, slithering down your body being careful not to touch you (he doesn’t want you to ruin his plans).

The shower and your brief crying session made your body a little more tired than it normally would be so your mind is elsewhere, not entirely focused on Jake moving around.

You feel yourself close to falling asleep, the darkness creeping up on you; your mind may be listening, but your body is exhausted, and you continue to fight the urge to stay awake.

He pecks along the insides of your bare calves, he stops for a minute; he can’t work too fast or else it’ll get hot, meaning he’ll have to throw the sheets off you which could result in waking you up, ruining his surprise. He trails up your leg, taking his time caressing and taking care of your thighs. If you happen to find a hickey or two tomorrow morning, well that’s just a bonus (for him) he thinks as he gently nips at your hip.

You let out a tired groan, your leg jerks.

Jake slides his hand across your thigh until he cups the back of it, placing it on his shoulder. He hesitates for a moment after you mumble his name, “Jake.”

The two of you have talked about trying a few new things in the bedroom (you can blame Natasha and Javy for putting these ideas in your husband’s head). Basically, he heard the three of you talking about what they want to try or something similar they’ve done, and this got Jake thinking that maybe you find sex with him to be boring because it consists of the same thing.

You two take care of one another (at some point during the night and not always back-to-back) followed by the full romp in the hay (a phrase which he regrets telling you about to this day). You don’t do all these crazy things people do nowadays and, shockingly, Jake got a little insecure and wants to spice things up every now and then which it seems your darling hubby wants to try out now.

Your mind and your body are speaking two different languages at this point; your mind is almost whispering to your body, telling you he’s there to ravage you and make you lose your breath; your body becomes accustomed to where he rests. But then you’re close to falling asleep, the minimal amount of moonlight seeping into your shared room becomes darker and darker with every passing second.

The devil on his shoulder wins, he can’t not touch you when he’s right there, staring at your seemingly dripping core as he inches closer.

His cheeks flush from the heat but he doesn’t care if he passes out from heat exhaustion, he’ll be happy to know it was for a good cause. His thumbs settle on either side of your slit, spreading you further. He can’t be slow and gentle right now; he needs you and he needs you now.

Your eyes flash open, you squirm, pushing yourself onto your elbows; not used to this kind of wakeup call but eventually calm down when you hear him humming. You fall back, head plopping onto the pillows; a desperate cry escapes you before you can stop it.

His hand slithers up your torso, landing in the middle of your chest under the loose tank top you wear to bed on hot nights since the AC is still broken (he’s working on it). His hand slides over to your right breast and kneads it.

You start thinking of the way cats do the same thing, but your favorite is when cats do it on a soft blanket. Until your hormones take over and your hips thrust into him, your hands clenching and unclenching the sheets but it’s not enough.

You place your hand on top of the one kneading your soft skin and throw the sheets off his head, needing to see him; the wanting to interlock his hair between your fingers overpowering any sensible thought you may have had. You open your eyes and look down at the man who continues to make you unravel in the best way possible.

You’re so close to closing your eyes whether it be from tiredness or to avoid losing yourself faster the longer you look at him, you don’t know anymore. You whine at the loss of his hand on your breast only to replace it with a stutter of his name, “Ja- Jake!”

His other hand clenches around the thigh he has covering his right ear. It feels as though he’s pulling you closer if that’s possible. The skin-to-skin contact doing more than you could ever imagine.

You cover your mouth, the longer he’s on you, the faster you’ll come meaning the louder you’ll be because whenever he becomes impatient it’s amazing, but the kids are home, asleep in their beds and neither of you want to explain what’s going on in full depth yet (they’re still your babies).

The thought quickly exits your mind, eyes closing at the feeling of him switching things up on you, his thumb swipes your buzzing bundle side to side as his tongue enters your weeping hole. If your eyes weren’t already closed, they would have rolled into the back or your head.

A string of moans and whispers of his name is all he can hear (through on ear seeing as the other one is still covered). “Let go for me, sweetheart. Just let go.”

You nod, hand tightening on the long strands of his hair.

He groans into you, loving the tingling sensation you create.

“J- Jake. I’m gonna-” You can’t finish warning him what’s about to happen, he knows and keeps pushing you.

His name is the only thing spilling from your lips. He removes his mouth from your warm slit and pecks along your torso, nipping at your warn skin like he did before, he reaches your chin and swallow your moans when he swipes your clit from side to side at a faster pace.

Your thighs are shaking, pathetic moans come from the bottom of your throat.

“I need you to come for me, sweetheart.” His hot breath hits your ear. “Can you do that for me?” He asks. You don’t respond, he rips your hand away from your mouth.

Your eyes snap open to find the windows to his soul swirling with lust and yet the softness of his expression makes you clench around his fingers. “Can you do that for me?”

“I need you,” the first sentence you mutter in bed this evening.

“What’s that?”

You frown at him stupidly hot and cocky smirk. “Need you.”

“Yeah? Need what?”

You squeeze his fist with your interlocked fingers.

“I’m gonna need you to be specific for me, sweetheart.”

“Need you.”

“You keep sayin’ that but, I don’t know what you want.”

“If you- if you don’t fuck me wi-ith your fucking cock. I’m- I’m gonna search through the drawers.”

He grunts, slowing his pace.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving my bratty baby what she wants.” He untangles himself from your grasp and starts to lean over for the nightstand.

You grasp his forearm. Is that a vein? “Come inside me.”

He slowly turns his head. “Yeah?”

You wrap your shaky legs around his waist the best you could. “Do it.”

He smiles, leaning down to peck your lips, “just know, you asked for it.”

You pout before biting your lip when you feel him rubbing his hard cock against your wetness.

“You still gonna be a brat after I give you what you want?”

“’M not a brat,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “If anyone’s a brat,” you suck in a deep breath as he eases himself into you.

“Please, keep going. I gotta know the end of that sentence.” His hips tap your as he moves at a slow pace wanting to make sure it’s enjoyable for the two of you. He notices the change in your expression and fastens the pace. There she is. “Is my bratty baby happy now?”

One hand slides up into his hair, you tug on the strands, slightly pulling his head back. “You’re the brattiest one out of the two of us.”

The corner of his lips tugs upwards, “or is that what I want you to think.”

You want to say more, figure out what the hell he’s talking about until one of his hands drops town to your sensitive bundle. You close your eyes.

He lowers his head, nipping and marking wherever he can reach.

You don’t know how he does it but you’re close and he's right there with you.

“Open your eyes.” His breath hits your face, your eyes snap open. His gorgeous eye color replaced with his dilated pupils.

You cup his cheek and pull him closer, feeling his chest flushed against yours. Nothing about this kiss is sweet, it’s teeth clashing, hot breaths mingling until you throw your head back calling out his name.

One hand leaves your hip, placed over your mouth. “I know it feels good, sweetheart but you gotta keep quiet.”

You open your eyes, brows furrowed, lips pouting.

“Don’t give me that look, you know we’re not alone.”

You nod, knowing he’s right but he doesn’t have to say it. Oh. Oh. You purse your lips, virtually kissing his hand.

He moves his opposite hand from your hip to your clit, pushing you to finish.

Neither of you say anything as you clench around him.

He quietly moans against your shoulder, his sweaty forehead resting there.

You both call out the others name, quiet enough to not wake the kids. Your back arches, eyes closed, vision going white the tighter you squeeze your eyelids shut.

The warmth of your body pressing against Jake’s ends him. Your chests heave with every breath you two take.

He chuckles, pecking the skin above your heart. He pushes himself up in a half push up position. “Is my bratty baby satisfied?”

You scoff, smacking his arm. “Are you?”

“I’m more than good and you,” he pecks the side of your neck, “know that.”

“It’s nice to hear once in a while.”

He lifts his head. “Using my own words against me now?”

“Always.”

His arms slither against your sides until he cups your head, completely caging you with him.

You lightly scratch his head.

He only gives you that full teeth, cheeky smile of his as he removes your hand from his hair, placing a long kiss on your wedding ring. He places a kiss on your chin before he detaches himself from you.

You bite your lip when he pulls out and of course, he looks up at you.

“Someone missing me?”

You roll your eyes, “help me out of bed, idiot.”

He walks around to your side of the bed, helping you balance yourself. “Just remember, you married this idiot.”

“Ah, yes. My mistake.”

“You’re so mean.”

“You married this,” you gesture to yourself.

He slides up behind you, hands resting your hips. “I had to take you off of the market before anyone else fell for your attitude.”

“I have no attitude.”

He chuckles against your neck, “of course, not gorgeous.”

You roll your eyes and push himself away from you, pointing at him with your stern “mother pointing finger” (as Maryanne, Edwin, Mickey, Bradley... basically anyone who’s been on the receiving end of it, says that) at him. “You stay outside.”

He scoffs, “you make me sound like a dog.”

“You’re a horn dog.”

“So mean,” he mutters and starts to clean himself up a bit.

You two finish and Jake wraps his arm around your waist as he helps you back into bed. You yawn, covering your mouth. “We should change the sheets,” you mutter, knowing how much of a hassle it’ll be if you don’t do it now.

He shushes you. “I’ll take care of it before the party, okay?”

You nod, eyes closed unaware of the world around you.

He pulls you closer, resting your head against his chest.

You have everyone on the assigned task you gave them right as they walked through the door while you do the finishing touches on your baby boy’s cake.

“I’ll be right back,” he pecks your cheek.

You make sure the piece stays up before looking over at your husband. “Where are you going? We have an hour until the kids start coming. I cannot deal with the others by myself, Jake. I am one person.”

He only smiles, “outfit change.”

You purse your lips. “I’ll be back, it won’t take me long.”

“Why couldn’t you have gotten dressed in your outfit earlier?”

“I didn’t want to rip anything. I love you!”

You clench your jaw and turn back towards the cake. “Okay, it’s done. Now we can put it back in the fridge before it melts.” You turn away from the fridge to find Mickey and Bob messing around. You stomp towards the window above the kitchen sink and slam it open. “What the hell are you two doing?”

Their eyes widen and they try to run only to wind up bumping into one another until Bob forces Mickey to turn around and the two disappear around the corner.

“You two better have finished what I told you to do!”

“You need a drink,” Natasha says, leaning against the wall.

“I could use five right now.”

She places her hands on your tense, knotted shoulders and forces you to sit down on the bar stool. “Breath, honey. You’ve got this. Everything is going according to plan.” She walks over towards the window and slides it open, “cock fighter!”

Bradley walks towards the window, “yeah?”

“We need your alter ego; Sir drinks a lot.”

“Who?”

“Mama of the hour.”

“You got all I need?”

“Bags are on the table.”

The mustached man of the hour enters, a smile stretching across his lips his arms spread, “Let’s make some drinks.”

You take slow sips with Natasha sitting beside you and Bradley making drinks for the others.

“What’s got you spinning?”

You shrug.

“Come on,” she starts, “spill it girl.”

You and Bradley turn towards her.

“I can’t pull that off, can I?”

“No.”

You both shake your heads.

“Sorry, hon.”

“Moving on, tell papa bear and Hawaii what’s going on.”

You fight the urge to smile until you hear the others laughing.

“How many drinks have you had Nat?”

“This is my first.”

“What did you buy, Brad?”

“What me? Nothing.”

You stare at him with a raised brow.

“Nothing!”

“She only gets in her weird nickname moods when she’s had her,” you lean forward to whisper, “girly drinks.”

“What do you think I made her?”

“We’re getting nowhere. Is the party almost ready?”

“We’ve been done for the last,” he turns towards the window. “We still have fifteen minutes and I need… grass for a… garnish. We’ll see you later!”

“Why do they think I’m an idiot?”

“Because they don’t use their brain.”

“That’s a plausible theory.” Your back faces the entry way to the kitchen, you didn’t notice Jake standing there in his replicated outfit he wore as a teenager.

Natasha looks over at the kitchen entrance and smirks; she knows for a fact that you’re going to be extremely horny.

When you two first saw a picture of your husband when he was younger, she was cracking jokes while you got extremely quiet. She happened to glance over in that moment and knew (just like she does now) that you were horny and were bound to jump him at one point or another.

She lifts her drink and gets off the bar stool; walking by him she says, “cowboy.”

“Princess Phoenix.”

She shakes her head and disappears around the corner, doing God know what (or so you think).

You turn at the sound of his voice. You almost let your jaw drop, almost and yet you don’t. It’s better to pretend like your core is getting warmer and warmer the more you look at him. You know your husband is hot, like super fucking hot and half the time you don’t know what to do with yourself but you never expected to find him to be this fucking hot, you’re damn near hot under the collar of your cute shirt that says “it’s my baby’s birthday” on the front and say “happy birthday” on the back with a picture of Edwin at age 2, covered by a flannel.

You love it, oh crap! You gotta make a note to thank Javy and Natasha (the most) but also everyone else for all that they surprisingly managed to do without needing to call some type of authority or an ambulance (you’ve heard their stories). At least, you hope that’s the case because Bradley ran out of the kitchen awfully fast. But none of that is important because all you want to do is jump your husband’s bones (again).

You check the clock on the microwave, you have time to run to the bathroom in your bedroom and splash some freezing water on your face. You don’t notice the smirk resting at the corner of your husband’s lips.

He knows exactly what he’s done, he knows how his pictures from his youth make you feel, and he loves it. He searches for a drink, see if you make a move and if not, he’s dragging you to your shared bedroom.

Natasha re-enters the kitchen, searching for a snack, wanting something to soak up the few drinks she’s had.

You point to the cooler near the kitchen entrance, “I know you’ve already had a drink, but this is for you to share with the others. We have drinks in there for the kids, and we have another cooler in the garage for the adults. No hard drinks, only things you and the others consider “light.” Snacks are in the bags on the dining table and I’m gonna run upstairs and get myself ready. I don’t think leggings are a good idea for the party. Can you maintain everything for a few seconds?”

She smirks, glancing over at Jake, “you mean “can you watch over everyone and everything while I go to my room and take care of myself.” Sure, I can but do I want to?”

“Phoenix,” you say with the stern mom tone you use when one of the kids are hiding candy and they know they aren’t allowed to have any at that designated time.

She raises her hands, “okay, okay.” She snickers as you run.

“You’re mean.”

“Oh, like you aren’t gonna do the same thing when you’ve got her alone.”

He places a hand over his heart, “I would never. Now,” he checks his watch. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to have some carnal relations with my gorgeous wife.”

“You can’t even spell relations.”

He pokes his out from the side of the entrance. “Baby on board got me a word of the day calendar… sexy edition.”

She groans, walking over towards the window. “Bob!”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not in charge of gifts anymore.”

He whines, “why?”

“Your gift buying ability has been revoked.”

“But-”

“I said revoked!”

You reach for the towels to pat your face dry, when it’s closer than it normally is. “Jake.”

“Sweetheart.”

“What are you doing here?”

“You left the kitchen awfully fast; I had to come and check on you.”

The towel rests on your cheeks, leaving enough room for your eyes to catch his in the mirror. “Did you now?”

He nods, arms crossed, the bicep area of the shirt is incredibly tight.

You can only imagine the veins bulging in his arms and hands.

“Sweetheart?”

Your eyes snap up, you feel hot. “Sorry.” You place the towel down on the counter, wiping the edge of the sink.

His hand on top of yours stops you. He leans in, is my bratty baby suddenly shy?”

You scoff, “please.”

“It’s okay. You can tell me. Cowboy won’t judge you.”

The door clicks shut.

He fully intends to seduce you, you realize.

“Did you wear this to have an excuse for me to jump your bones?”

“I knew you would one way or another. You can’t just have me once.”

Your butt hits the counter.

“An eye roll, classic move sweetheart.”

“Shouldn’t you be-” He cuts you off, fighting you for dominance in the kiss; his hands tangle their way into your hair, holding onto you for dear life.

You smack his chest, he jerks back. “You- you can’t just kiss me whenever your horny.”

“I could do something else but-”

“No! I’m talking about today. We have a birthday party to attend and- and-”

He places his hat beside you.

“Oh, screw it.” You pull him into you, kissing him harder, teeth clashing and all.

He is more than ready, you chuckle.

He pulls back, staring at you with a confused expression, “what?”

You shake your head, the smile never going away. “Nothing, nothing. Come here.”

Jake grabs your wrists, holding then against the outer part of your thighs. “No, no. Come on, tell me what you find so sunny and I might help you, sweetheart.”

“You’re the one who needs the helping, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t have to look down, he knows. He plants gentle kisses along the side of your neck, throwing you off. “I know, that’s why you’re in here and not out there.”

You throw your head back and let him leave behind a clear trail. “No hickeys.”

“I know. I know,” he grumbles. His lips move along to your chest, his hands lift the bottom of your sundress only to find- “No panties?” His gaze snaps up to yours, that stupidly hot smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You plan on me fucking you, sweetheart?”

You pout, “no.”

“Really? So, you wore this pretty little thing with the shirt Coyote and Phoenix made and your flannel with no panties, for no reason?”

You don’t respond. “Just shut up and fuck me.” Your hands land on the back of his neck as you yank him closer. You swear the clinking of his belt has the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

He rubs his hard cock against your wet slit causing a whine to escape you. “Is my bratty baby getting impatient?”

“I’m not a brat,” you mumble against his neck, waiting for him to enter you.

He bumps against your clit a couple times, each bump drawing a hip thrust from you. He decides to stop torturing you and give what you both desperately need (not that he'd ever admit it). He slowly eases his way in. “It’s like last night never happened?”

“What?”

His hips hit yours as he lets you adjust to him for a minute. “You’re still so tight.”

“Is this something we really need to talk about right now?”

“… No.” He starts moving, getting an easy flow of things.

You cover your move, muffling your whines.

He smirks, watching as you pathetically attempt to quiet yourself. His grip tightens on the thigh of the leg you have wrapped around his waist. Jake leans in, yanking your hand away from your mouth, staring at your open mouth wondering if he could get away with you sucking his aching cock after taking care of you.

“We can’t stay… in here… for long,” you whisper, whining in between your words.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” He leans in, moving his hands off your waist and onto the bottom of your thighs.

“Jake,” you whine and arch your back off the mirror.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You can feel the fake pout and sympathy he throws your way.

He lifts your thighs, forcing your knees against your chest as he quickens his pace.

You can’t think of full sentences because of how good you feel, moans, whines, and pleads escape you.

Jake loves this, loves when you lose yourself in him, letting him pleasure anyway he can. He drops one leg to reach down for your buzzing bundle, circling it at the same pace his hips snap into you.

You can feel yourself about to-

“Let go, sweetheart,” he mumbles, leaning over you. He rests his forehead on top of your head, the hand on your bundle disappears until he drags your hand (that was clenching the countertop) and directs you into rubbing your clit.

The warmth of his hand on yours disappears, only to now be felt on the back of your neck. He keeps a hold of your neck, preventing you from moving too much as his grip on your thigh tightens when you start to clench around his aching cock.

It’s like you’re having an out of body experience, you don’t realize that your hand is moving at a rapid pace.

He feels like he can’t keep up with you, but this is what makes it worth it (makes him harder and cum faster than he’d like too [although he’ll never admit it out loud]).

High pitched whines start escaping you. They’re too loud. Too loud. Jake pulls your head up, covering your mouth with his.

The noises still come out of you but aren’t as bad as before. His tongue enters your mouth in search of yours, intertwining with one another once found. “Come on, sweetheart. I need you to finish for me.”

You nod.

“Tell me what I said.”

“You… you need me-” You stop talking when you feel his hot hands on your waist, grip tight as he plows into you.

“Come on, come on.”

You throw your head back against the mirror, mouth agape but sounds escape.

He doesn’t slow down, not wanting to miss you come down from your high as his is catching up.

“Jake, it's too much.”

“You can take it. I know my bratty baby loves it when I push her,” he says with a taunting tone.

You couldn’t even begin to defend yourself if you wanted to, your vision goes white.

He stays still, spilling into you (again), panting against your shoulder. He removes his hand from your mouth. “How’s that for-”

You cover his mouth, shaking your head. “Don’t say anything.”

He nods, removing your hand, placing a kiss on your palm.

“We should... we should start cleaning ourselves for the party. Penny and Amelia will be here soon.”

“And the old man?”

“He’s Maverick, he shows when he wants to.”

He chuckles, “you got that right... maybe we could-”

“You are helping me off this counter so I can clean myself up so that we can throw our little boy a damn good birthday party.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You two enter the hallway just in time because Penny and Amelia ring the doorbell, Maryanne and Edwin try to call one of the others over to open the door.

Jake grabs the boy before he could run back. “Here’s the birthday boy.”

He giggles when you poke his sides.

“How old are you now buddy?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“You know exactly how old you’re turning,” you tell him.

He jumps in Jake’s arms, smiling wide. “I’m seven!”

You nod, “yes you are.”

Javy runs in and pulls your husband and child outside with him.

“What- Javy!”

“Guys time!”

You roll your before turning to hug your other baby. “How was it?”

Amelia hands you the giant stuffed goose.

“Where are we putting this, baby?”

“I want him in the corner beside my bookcase.”

“Let’s go get him comfy before Natasha and Callie see it. You know they’ll try to steal him.” You hand her the goose and turn towards your favorite mother daughter duo. “Hello, Benjamins... or should I say future Mrs. Maverick.”

Penny shakes her head.

“There are drinks in the cooler somewhere in the kitchen and snacks on the dining table or if you’re feeling risky, the others are outside.”

“Mom!”

“Duty calls.”

“Hey,” Penny calls out your name. “Yeah, tell Jake to ease up on the pace, you’re walking a little funny.”

You gasp, “Penny Benjamin. How dare you-”

“Mom!” You walk away, hearing the sound of her laughter.

The kids from Edwin’s class arrived and it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be.

The pilots were rowdier than the kids, the kids.

Bob’s playlist was perfect, the kids were dancing and just having so much fun.

Jake approves of “DJ Bob” for the kids' birthdays but not for anything else (he’ll still use Bob because it’s cheaper and he can just pay him with soda, NOT candy... unless it’s before three then Bob’s fine).

You shook your head when you realized why Bradley ran out of the kitchen so fast.

Rueben, Mickey, Logan, and Neal decided it would be a good idea to try and play fireball (the exact same concept as it was on the show friends) thankfully they only used tennis balls.

Oh, and Brigham was the one who lit the tennis balls. It’s safe to say, they were not allowed to touch the candles.

Callie brought her sister and nieces (she didn’t want to leave her sister at her place and asked a few days before the party). The poor girl was so worried when she asked you about it the other day but how could you say no when her sister comes down with the kids every so often.

Mickey took great pictures, he’d walk over and show you after he took a few with the kids playing, Edwin opening his presents, the others being absolute idiots.

After the party he emailed the ones of you and Jake, he could have seriously been a photographer had he not become a pilot.

While Jake puts the kids to bed, you set Edwin gifts off the side so he can play with them tomorrow.

He comes to the living room and helps you. “Everyone’s gone.”

“No, you’ve gotten enough today, mister.”

“But-”

“Jake, no.”

“Jake, yes.”

He sees the expression on your face, his head drops. “Jake, no.”

You lay in bed, close to falling asleep when you realize he didn’t wear a condom.

Sure, he’s said that he wishes the kids were his but having a baby is completely different than older kids. Does Jake want kids? Would he leave if you told him? Or would he be like your crappy ex and just say he can’t do this and leave when they’re old enough to remember him. Is he the kind of guy to do that?

You look down at him when his grip tightens on your waist, head further snuggling into your chest. You lightly scratch his head. You don’t think, no, you know he wouldn’t do that, but your mind doesn’t stop these thoughts from coming.

That night you don’t get much sleep even more so when your baby Maryanne taps the two of you awake.

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