#but yes this is the profile Jake is running

[thebahwrites]

WHY YOU SHOULD DATE ROOSTER:  A PERSUASIVE PPT PRESENTATION

or:

Rooster’s Tinder Profile Ran By Hangman So Rooster Will Leave Him Alone (Jake has had ENOUGH.)

from: House of Cards on Ao3 The Hangster RomCom

[sugahbunni]

jake as your bfs best friend except jake reallly likes you.

jake knows its just so wrong of him as heeseungs best friend, to have a crush on his gf. but how could he not? your blushing red cheeks, pouty lips and shiny eyes and perfect hair. its been months and he cant seem to get over you. he wonders how your hair feels, how your skin feels and how your lips would feel against his. when heeseung introduced you to jake, jake swears his heart flips. your puffy cheeks painted in a faint red from the cold weather. your innocent eyes flickering everywhere, and your delicate hand shaking his hand. and your voice seemed to be laced with honey. "i'm yn, nice to meet you!". jake nervously smiles, your hair distracting him. its so shiny and soft, he wonders how it must feel to tou- "right jake, ill see you around" heeseung pats jake on the shoulder, walking off with you holding his hand. "r-right" jake stutters, watching you stride away. "shes perfect".

you and jake had one class together, to his surprise you came up to him and asked if you could sit with him. "you're heeseungs friend, right?! oh my gosh im so glad i know someone here, can i sit here?". to which jake gladly says yes to. a few days in and jake realizes how this is a very distracting situation. your knee often scratches against jakes, a soft "sorry" coming from you. he can't help but feel butterflies when your elbow brushes against his. he seriosly cannot focus on anything but how close you are to him. god, this isnt helping his small crush on you.

you and jake have gotten closer over the last few weeks, cracking jokes and hanging around campus. heeseung doesnt mind, in his words "yn is completely tied to me" which jake hated to hear but what could he do?. jake often brings your favorite snacks, he loves how your face brightens up when he gives them to you. "thanks jakey" you smile at him softly. jake feels his cheeks heat up a bit, holding back a huge smile. "y-you're welcome".

jake cant seem to get over you, he managed to get a picture of you (dont ask how hes already creeped out by himself). in the picture, you're wearing a white babydoll sweater and a matching skirt. with your glittery makeup again. "fuck" jake mutters, staring at your picture and running his hand through his hair. "be mine" he groans out of frustration, placing his hands in his hands. he then goes on insta and goes to your profile, tapping through your highlight named "me!!:3". he scans your selfies throughly, a grin plastered across his face. "yns so pretty, shit" he curses. hes examining your outfits, he really likes how you wear skirts even in this cold weather. he sets his phone down and picks up the picture of you. "can't get over you".

during the end of the class, jake is distracted once again by your overall appearance. he notices you're wearing glitter in the corner of your eyes. "nice shimmer" jake comments, and you immediately reply with a thank you. "oh thank you! haha not even heeseung noticed when i wore it yesterday..". jake scrunches his nose up, he knows his best friend is not exactly the best guy to commit yourself to. he wonders if you know heeseungs long history of dating girls. how could a sweet girl like you become one of them? "i'll see you tonight? dont forget you invited me to pizza!" you pout jokingly, patting jakes shoulder. "right! tonight" he replies, watching you walk off. "tonight ..".

jake knows heeseung is not exactly the best bf. so now that you're both close, you're often calling up jake. asking where heeseung is, why heeseung isnt answering your calls and why heeseung seems distant. taking advantage of this everytime, jake invites you to his place where you ramble with snot coming out of your nose. "i swear he has something to do with this girl named karina, he said they're just friends but.." you sniffle, jake placing a napkin under your runny nose. "its ok yn, maybe you should find someone who could you treat better". he knows hes throwing heeseung under the bus for saying this but honestly? he doesnt care. he hates how heeseung treats you as an afterthought. you spend the night at jakes. and once you knocked out, jake couldn't help but stare at you in your sleeping state. your small breaths, your twitching lips and your messy hair. you looked perfect. jake carefully brushes the hair out of your face. "please be mine, yn".

you, heeseung, and jake decided to go to a cafe. you and heeseung got there before jake. so when jake came into the cafe and saw you giggling uncontrollably at whatever heeseung said, he sighed in defeat. you were leaning against heeseung, your hand intertwined with his. jake sighs again, watching you both from afar.

"i just cant come between them" jake thinks to himself. "yn is completely in love with him".

he quite literally feels nervous, he decides to just go home. he often gets stomachaches from thinking about how you're his best friends gf. and how he cant have you. it gets so had that he gets anxious from thinking about it too much. is it that serious ? yes, yes it is. like sometimes when jake passes by the libeary, he sees you and heeseung. jakes heart flushes down to his stomach when he sees you smiling brightly at heeseung. he quite literally feels sick to his stomach knowing you'll never be his.

jake lays out in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. he has your picture in his hand, rubbing his finger against your face. he gives it a soft kiss, cringing at himself for doing so but thats what you do when you like someone. jake thinks he likes you a little bit too much now, your personality is absolutely electric in his eyes. its been five months since he met you, and five months since you and heeseung have been dating.

will jake ever get over you? as long as you and heeseung are dating, he dont think he ever will.

like ever.

[anti-romantico]

[getaway car pt2] enhypen jake

warnings: riding, oral (m&f), facefuck, deepthroat, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering,

words: 2965

A/N: Not many people asked for a part two (only one person), but I think It's pretty obvious I was going to do it.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

Read part one here

A whole year. You let a whole year pass. 

But there wasn't a day you didn't think about him. Jake.

You’d found him on Instagram not long ago, but were too scared to just pop off in his notifications as if nothing happened. But there were no other option, 

Ney gave up on insisting you after a month, she knew you weren't ready. And you weren't sure if she still remembered to be honest. Sunghoon, the guy Ney met the same night you met Jake and now officially Ney’s boyfriend, told you he would follow him on a spare gaming account he had.

— There might be a chance he remembers me from that night. — He said as if you two were committing some kind of crime. But you appreciated the help.

Sunghoon and Jake weren’t friends when Ney and you met them. They just happened to bump against each other that night, spilling their drinks. Both bought each other a drink and an hour later they met you. They exchanged nothing but their names and ages, and a little bit of what they were alone at a club.

Jake was running away from his drunk friends and Sunghoon was supposed to meet someone, but she stood him up.

— And if he recognizes you? I don’t know a lot of people named Sunghoon. — You told him before you sent him Jake’s profile. 

— Isn't that the point?

It still made you anxious to think what could happen. Did you seriously commit a crime and didn't know? 

And the same day Sunghoon told you Jake followed him back, you almost deleted all your social media. 

— Wait! That’s perfect. — Ney said.Of course she had an idea. — Follow Hoon’s profile and interact with him. That way Jake would find your profile and make the first move. 

— Isn’t that… too high school? — You asked, causing her smile to disappear. 

— Do you have a better idea that doesn’t include lamenting your mistakes for the rest of your life?

Good point.

And you couldn’t believe it worked.

It was past midnight when you were texting with Ney about a camp you did every year when she interrupted the conversation.

“Oh shit!!”

“Don’t you dare to cancel, Ney”

“No! 

Jake sent Sunghoon a message!”

“What?”

“Yes”

“Are you sure it’s him?”

“Sunghoon showed me the message

It’s him!

“Perfect… Now what?”

She took a minute to answer, making you anxious.

“He’s inviting Sunghoon to play

??”

“So? “

“Wait”

You sat down on your bed, not being able to wait any longer.

“What happened?”

No answer. And sadly, you had to go to sleep without knowing, because she never answered.

The next morning, you were getting ready to work when Ney opened your door.

— Good morning! — She enthusiastically said as she walked to your kitchen.

You eyed-sided her. — You left me hanging the whole night.

— I know! I’m sorry. But you don’t have to wait for me to get updates, I have the whole story. So let’s go, I’ll tell you on our way.

Her car was being guarded by the security of your building. After thanking him, you two hopped up and drove away.

— Sunghoon made such a big deal and said he wasn’t going to answer immediately, he took his sweet 5 minutes to answer. — You rolled your eyes. — Then they talked a lot about gaming, I had to remind Sunghoon why he followed Jake in the first place. 

— I mean, you should’ve let him… It would be weird if he immediately asked about me. 

Ney smirked. — Jake mentioned you first. — You had to take a moment. — Sunghoon tried to smoothly take the conversation to that night, but Jake beat him. 

— What did he say? 

— Where do I start? — Ney stopped at a red light and looked at you. — He asked if he remembered you, to which Sunghoon said “Yeah, I’m currently dating her best friend” — Ney deepened her voice trying to imitate Sunghoon. — Then Jake realized how weird it was to suddenly talk about you, so he went back to “Let’s meet up to play” and sent him his address, but Sunghoon didn’t let me see it. He said until he knew Jake was “safe”, whatever that means. — Ney started to drive again, and waited for you to say anything, which you didn’t.

You stayed silent the whole way to your job. Ney didn’t talk about it either, she wanted to wait for you to process everything. 

And even though you did this to yourself, and involved Sunghoon in it, you were regretting it.

Maybe lamenting your mistakes for the rest of your life was a better idea.

Sunghoon kept in contact with Jake, but since neither Ney nor you asked about it, he didn't say anything.

He also forgot to tell you that he invited Jake to the camp. He waited until the day of the camp to tell Ney so she could tell you. Sunghoon was too scared.

— I'm gonna snatch his balls! — You stood up from your bed and started to get dressed. Ney didn't know how you would react, but she wasn't exactly surprised by your current reaction.

— So you made him contact Jake for you to chicken out the first chance you get to see him?

You stopped your tracks and turned around. — I made him? He offered to do it and you didn't help either. 

— Well, this is still your chance. — Ney made a face and crossed her arms.

— No, it's not, because I'm not going. — She already called you chicken, so fuck it. You grabbed the luggage you were going to take and took out everything.

— Are you serious? Since when do you act like this over a man? 

You ignored her and grabbed your pajamas, hugging them tightly and walking to your bathroom.

— I'm gonna take a very long bath, enjoy your trip, Ney. — You heard her calling you, but didn't turn around. 

After two door slams, you knew she was gone. 

And you were serious about the very long bath, because every time the hot water got a little bit cold, you would open the stainer and let some water go to open the hot water. 

You lost track of time, you felt too bad to even get out of the tub. A few strong knocks on your front door took you out of your trance. That couldn't be Ney. 

You rolled your body on your towel and put on your bathrobe and ran to open the door, regretting it immediately. 

— I accepted Sunghoon's invitation to that fucking camp because I knew you would be there, only for Ney to tell me you weren't coming. — Jake said out of breath. — I should be the one angry here, baby, why are you the one avoiding me? — But you couldn't answer, you didn't even know this was actually happening. — No answer? Really?

— Jake, I'm sorry…

Jake's eyes soften at your honest tone. — May I come in? — He asked, finally noticing your clothing, if one could call a towel and bathrobe clothing. 

You let him in and closed the door. — Let me... Let me change, I won't take long. — You rushed to your room and put some proper clothes on. You dried your hair a little and finally walked out. 

God, he was real. 

He was looking around the kitchen, his smile when he looked at you made your heart melt.

— Sorry, can I offer you something? — You walked to you fridge and opened it, only for Jake to closed it and grab your hand, pulling you closer to him.

— An explanation.

You backed away from him, walking towards the living room where you sat down. 

Jake followed you silently, — So? Do I get an explanation or not? —  He said softly, as he turned to face you completely. 

— Do you really want to hear it? — You replied coldly.

— Yeah, I think I deserve it. — You laughed sadly and leaned forward.

— Everything I wrote in that note is the explanation. I wasn't ready for whatever you were offering. I didn't even want it because a month before my boyfriend dumped me. I just needed the distraction. — You knew how bad that sounded, but it was the truth. 

— I was the distraction. — Jake sat down beside you, this time keeping his distance from you. 

— More like the sex was.

— Why didn't you leave your number or a way to contact you? — Jake tried to not get offended.

— Because I didn't want to keep in touch with you, I barely wanted to get out of bed. — You joked, but he didn't even react.

— And Sunghoon appearing on my instagram was totally totally a coincidence.

— He was just being a good friend, but I chicken out. — This time, Jake laughed.

Jake placed his hand over yours. — Not saying I wasn't upset, I was livid. But the more I read that note, the more I understood what you were going through. — You played with his fingers, too scared to look him in the eyes. — But you know what it means to me coming all the way to your place, so before I make any move, I want to know what's on your mind. — He got closer, waiting patiently for you to answer.

— I'm sorry for leaving like that, and for using you as a distraction, and for not being honest.

Jake's free hand went to your cheek. — And what does that mean?

Jake got closer to you, putting his forehead against yours, enjoying the way you closed your eyes. 

— I wanted to contact you for a whole year, I promise, but was too scared you would block me or… — You stopped yourself when you saw his eyes, you were overthinking.

— Does that mean I can make a move? — Jake asked, waiting for your permission. 

Instead, you were the one that kissed him, pushing slightly so you could straddle him. Your hands went to his neck while he held onto your waist, guiding your lips into his mouth. His tongue slid inside your mouth, tracing every part of your mouth as you moaned softly against his lips.

This seemed familiar.

You broke the kiss, needing air, but also needing another. And it came quickly enough, Jake pressing you closer against him. With your hands still on his neck, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around him as his mouth found yours again. He began to walk towards the bedroom, kissing you harder as he reached the bed. Once there, you laid down on top of him, kissing his neck as you unbuttoned his shirt.

Jake pressed you back and started kissing your throat, causing you to lose concentration on the buttons, but by then it was already open. You continued unbuttoning until all the buttons were loose and you pulled it apart, throwing it aside as you attacked his skin with your lips and teeth. Jake groaned deeply as you bit lightly on his chest, moving lower to suck.

One of your hands slid down his stomach, playing with the belt around his jeans. Jake lifted his hips as you undid them, kissing his way down your body as you took off his pants and underwear. You rested between his legs, taking his dick in your hands as you stared right at his face. You felt him tense up slightly under your gaze and you licked his tip slowly.

Jake sucked in a breath as your lips touched his sensitive head. You moved your tongue in circles over his head as Jake placed his hand behind your head. He guided you down further as you opened your mouth wider, sucking him deep inside. You closed your lips around his cock as your throat worked to take him deeper.

As you made your way back up, Jake grabbed your hair, stopping you halfway. You watched him thrust inside your mouth as you closed your lips around him, sucking hard as he fucked your mouth. You could feel him growing harder in your mouth as you picked up speed, wanting him to cum soon. Finally he stopped, pulling out of your mouth.

Without warning, he rolled you underneath him, planting his lips on yours. Jake moved lower, biting and licking your chest until he reached your nipples. He took each one into his mouth, sucking them into his mouth. You ran your fingers through his hair as he trailed kisses downwards. You felt his breath warm your thighs as you waited for him to continue.

Slowly, he pulled your pants and underwear down, leaving wet kisses down your legs

You reached for him, wanting him to stop teasing you. He smiled at you before giving you what you wanted. Suddenly, Jake began devouring your pussy, running his tongue up and down your slit. You pushed his face deeper into you as you let out a gasp of pleasure. Jake growled against you as you moaned loudly.

He buried his face deeper inside your cunt, letting your juices drip down his chin. He slipped a finger inside your tight pussy as his tongue flickered your clit. You tightened around him as you dug your nails into his scalp. He added another finger as he increased his pace, licking and sucking your clit. You cried out his name as an orgasm hit you like a truck.

It shook through your body, forcing you to clench his fingers deep inside you. Jake lifted his face from between your legs, grinning at you.

Your breathing slowed down as you laid there, trying to catch your breath. Then suddenly, he moved higher up on the bed, positioning himself above you.

Jake bent down and captured your lips with his own, stealing your breath away. The feeling of his lips and tongue dancing against yours had your heart racing as you clung onto him.

He broke the kiss, looking into your eyes. Jake slid his thick cock inside you, both of you crying out at the same time. Jake gave you a few seconds to adjust to him as he began moving, filling you completely.

The sensation was intense, Jake seemed larger than normal as you felt yourself stretching to accommodate him. You clenched around him as you felt him stretch you further. Jake pushed his face against yours as he kissed you, slow strokes starting to build up a rhythm as he got deeper inside you. You curled your fingers into his shoulder blades as Jake moved faster.

You moaned louder with every thrust, arching your back as you tried to get more of him inside. Finally, Jake rolled over so that you were now lying on top of him. This position allowed him to fuck you harder as you rode him. You threw your head back as Jake bit down on your neck, gripping your ass tighter as he fucked you harder.

Every stroke brought you closer and closer to your breaking point as you gripped his shoulders harder. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against him as he filled you to the hilt.

— I'm going to cum!. — You whined, no longer able to keep quiet. Jake's response was to drive even deeper inside you, not slowing down or stopping. — Fuck! — You screamed out, clenching around him as you came violently. The sudden wave of pleasure had you grinding against him as Jake hammered you mercilessly. — Jake... I can't… — You managed to say before he grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back again. Jake covered you once more, this time pounding into you even faster.

You were completely helpless, unable to move as he drove you mad with passion. His pace became rougher as he drove inside you relentlessly. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed around the room as your screams mixed with his animalistic grunts. You struggled against him as he slammed into you, wrapping your legs around him as you held onto his neck. 

— Oh god! Oh god!--- You kept repeating as you came yet again.

The incredible intensity of your orgasms made you cry out his name as you ground against him. Jake lost it, pumping his cum deep inside you. A mixture of your juices and his seed coated the insides of your pussy as he continued to fill you with every last drop he had left. Eventually, Jake collapsed beside you, still panting heavily.

Your body finally caught up with you as well, laying limply next to him. For several minutes, neither of you said anything. All you heard was your ragged breathing echoing throughout the room. When you finally looked at him, you saw him smiling at you. Jake leaned forward, capturing your lips with his own.

Gently, he kissed you softly, nibbling at your bottom lip.

— Does this mean you don't hate me anymore? — You asked once he parted his lips from yours. 

Jake laughed, really loud. — I never hated you, baby. — Jake pulled you closer and kissed you again. — Don't think I only came for this, though, I want to make things right this time.

— But I'm the one that fucked up. — You were confused at his kindness..

— Well... I do remember you said in your note you would make it up for me when we meet up again... unless this is what you meant.

You laughed and stood up. — Let's get cleaned up first and I'll see what I can do.

Jake watched you walk to the bathroom. — I think I have an idea. — He said before running behind you and carrying you to your tub, finding it in the same state you left it when Jake knocked the door. 

— Shit. — You suddenly cursed. Jake, who was draining the tub, turned around. — We didn’t use a condom. 

Cold sweat ran down Jake’s back. — Shit.

A/N2: there won't be part three, I tried to do a small bonus and only got a writer's block lol let's all agree that reader and Jake finally began their romantic relationship and lived happily ever after

Thank you for reading

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The Joker & The Queen: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

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It’s further down the beach, a little way from ‘The Hard Deck’ that you find Jake. He’s sitting in the same spot the two of you spent the night staring up at the stars, trying to put names to of all the constellations. He’s still in his uniform, but he’s stripped off his boots and socks, his feet sinking into the sand as he watches the sun set across the ocean. He has a beer bottle in his hand, hanging between two fingers. He doesn’t say anything as you sit down alongside of him, your body brushing his.

You know what happened today, you heard about it through the usual channels. It’s a wake-up call, not just for him but for both of you. Phoenix is an exceptional pilot so the fact her plane had crashed is enough to scare the shit out of anyone. Both her and Bob were recovering in the hospital, minor injuries but it still hits home because it could have been anyone of them.

“I’m an asshole.” He says simply, his gaze fixed forward on the waves as they lap across the shore.

“You say that as if I don’t already know.” You tease lightly as you study the profile of his face.

He’s hard to read when he’s like this. You know he’s shut down, the same way he always does when he’s struggling to process. Sometimes you just need to give him a minute, because it’s hard untangling the mess of thoughts in your head after something like this.

“I’m the best.” He says taking a sip of his beer. “And I make sure everybody knows it.”

“Yes, you do.” You agree, your elbows coming to rest upon your knees. “But I haven’t met a pilot who doesn’t have an ego. It comes with the territory. It’s part of what allows you to get your ass in the air and do the shit you do.”

He turns his head towards you, his eyes meeting yours and there’s such an earnestness in them that it makes your chest ache.

“If I’m selected for this mission…” He says carefully. “There’s a possibility that I won’t be coming back.”

It’s the way he says it that strikes you and you realise this isn’t like the other times. There’s always uncertainty when he flies but this time…

“You’re saying there’s a high probability.” You summarise.

“Yea.” He says simply.

There’s a silence between the two of you. You know what he expects, for you to get up and walk away, to leave, to say this isn’t what you signed up for. It’s happened before, every relationship has ended the same way. For Jake it seems inevitable. The ones he loves will always leave and he will always be alone.

“I want to be honest with you.” He tells you, his voice rough as he speaks. “Right now, you can pull the plug, walk away and I would understand…”

You shake your head.

“I’m not made that way…” You trail off, trying to find the words to explain how you feel. “When I say I love you I mean it, it isn’t conditional. Whatever time we have together I’ll take it.”

He sighs before setting his beer bottle down in the sand.

“Anyone else would be running in the other direction right about now.” He says softly, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a small smile. “But somehow you’re still here, still in my corner.”

“Always.” You promise him, your thumb trailing over the curve of his cheek as you guide his gaze so that it meets yours. “It’s what people like us do. We stick together.”

He can hear the honesty in your words, feel the truth behind them. When he kisses you it’s with a  tenderness he holds for no other person in this world, because you’re his, the other part of his heart, his soul.

“I love you.” he whispers as his lips brush over yours. “Just remember that alright? Whatever happens just remember that I love you, that I’ll always love you.”

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ENHYPEN Series

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chapter five

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

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The man crawled slowly over the dirty street, trying to make a run for his life. He grunts as the injury and wounds to his whole body was inscrutable. He can hear multiple footsteps making sounds as they step into the puddles of rainwaters all over the place caused by the pouring rain. It made it colder and harder to breath.

He yelped in pain when someone stepped hardly over his back, pushing him further to the ground. Making him one with the dirty and wet street.

“Where the fuck do you think are you going?” his tone empty and devoid of emotions. It makes him scared and cries of plea follows right after.

He felt his head harshly pulled back by his hair as the man leaned down. To look at this brutal man’s eyes almost sent him down to hell. Despite being under the rain, blood splattered on his face painting his fair skin red.

“P-Please,” he begged.

The man showed no remorse and without a word, he slammed his head on the ground making him lose his consciousness completely.

“Aren’t you going to stop him?” Jake asks Jay as they watch their friend beat the shit out of this poor man.

Jay craned his neck to look at the scene and his reaction seems like he was pretty much used to it already. He shrugs his shoulder off while holding an umbrella to keep him from being drenched from the heavy rain. “Do you want to?”

Jake sighs and just silently watch their friend kicking the man on the ground. It was obvious that he was incapable to fight back or even shield himself from all the hit. He was unconscious, probably almost near his death.

Tonight, the three of them gathered to do some 'business' and since Sunghoon just came from his trip from another country, trying to find his girl, he's slightly on the bad mood. Slightly.

Jay and Jake were already covered in blood, but Sunghoon's showering over it. They couldn't just stop him because they know he somehow relieves stress this way. The look of murder on his eyes aren't fading just yet and they both knew it will last for a bit longer tonight.

“I thought you and Ni-ki are searching for her too?” Jay whispered lighting up another cigarette.

The other man sighs, “Yes. But its odd, we managed to find some informations about her but all of it was three years ago.”

It made Jay halt from taking a huff from his cigs before he tilts his head, “You mean its like she vanished?”

Jake nods his head. Even him find it uncanny how there's no more updates or informations about her whereabouts. Like she's purposely maintaining a low profile or someone is doing it for her? It made him confused and even made Ni-ki digs more deeply like as if that wasn't what the younger one was already doing.

“What if she's dead already?” Jay blurted while watching their friend let all his frustrations out.

“Hell will break lose,” Jake took a deep sigh, trying to relax his tensed shoulder. “Can you see him? He's a ticking time bomb and only her can defuse him.”

Jay smirks, “We really need to hope she's alive somewhere.”

“There's no records saying that she is dead so I think we're still good.”

They both nods their head and once again watch how their friend kill those unfortunate people who stands on his way. He was unstoppable, unable to be tamed. Right now, they knew they had to find you faster or else he will really lose his mind.

“Still nothing?” your head snaps to your side, shoulder slumped so low that shows so much of your disappointment.

You've been on a hunt for your new job for a month already and yet none of them calls back. Pretty sure its not the degree or experiences that sets as an issue to this matter. Your previous boss surely used his power to make your life miserable.

“Yes.”

Lucie stares at you with a look of pity before she sets down her glass of water. She trudges closer to where you are to try and console you. She can see how hard working you are and even if you haven't told her the full story yet, she knew it wasn't you who caused all the troubles.

“Why don't you just try applying on my previous work place? I mean, its not as big as your salary before, but its not a bad pay.”

Your eyes looks at her, “Yeah, maybe I should do that. Thank you so much Lucie.”

She smiles and caress your back. “No problem. I’ll send you the details for the HR department so you can send your resume.”

You nod your head and watch her walk back to the room adjacent to yours. Things may had been rough with you, but you are lucky enough to have her beside you. It's still amusing for you how she’s very nice. Guess its really true that whenever someone leaves and go, somebody will arrive on your life.

It wasn’t hard to get an interview appointment for the said company. It was a lot smaller than your old work, but that's fine. This isn't the time to be picky specially if you're starting to deplete your savings.

They replied with your said schedule of interview and the things you need to prepare for the application. It made you hopeful despite knowing the possibility of not being accepted again. These are the usual routine. You send your resume, they reply with your schedule for interview, interview you and then ask you to wait for nothing. Eitherway you let yourself hope and dressed up for it.

The company was discarding lots of employees for the past week now since they had a new boss. The information raised your expectation to be accepted since they're in need of people.

Your heart thumped inside your chest as you wait patiently for your turn. The ac was on, you're sure of it, but you're sweating cold. It was not a foreign feeling. Just like whenever a teacher asks you to recite something in front of everybody in your class or taking one of your biggest exams. It made your palms sweaty and your feet tapping lightly to the floor. It was a dreadful feeling.

On the other hand, Jake's eyes lazily watch the view from inside his vehicle. He felt his phone ringing so he fished it from his coat and answered.

“Dude, where are you?”

He sighs, “I’m going to work. What do you want, Jay?”

His friend's whine can be heard from the other line that tugs the corner of his lips upwards. “It's a saturday? Come on.”

“I can’t. I’m in the middle of rebuilding this new company I bought.”

“The one near your mall? Why did you even bought that when it doesn't even match your own companies?”

“It does have income and regenerating well for years now. I can check on what I can do to improve it and if not, I can just demolish and use the land to extend my mall.”

Jay lets out a sigh, he just couldn't believe how Jake is a monster in this field of work. He is pretty smart, he'll give him that, but when it comes to business he's on a different level. Mainly why most of their friends comes to him for advice.

“Fine, call me later after you finish playing with your toys.”

Jake chuckles, “All right.”

He ended the call just in time of their arrival at the said company. His men opens the door for him and the handsome bachelor steps outside proudly. He walks inside and workers started to greet him, paying full respect for him. His serious demeanor didn't falter and just head straight for the lift, going to his office.

As he arrives, line of people caught his attention. He was about to ask what's it all about when he remembered how he command for them to hire new employees after he dismissed most of them. He wanted this company working as to the way he wanted it to be. So those who are not in line with his vision, he gets rid of them.

“Mr. Sim.” his secretary for this company greets him with a flushing cheeks. He kept his placid expression and wait for what she's about to say.

“We already started to interview applicants for the job vacancies.” she said trying hard to check any positive reaction from him.

Jake's eyes roams around carefully as she continues to fill him through the updates from the things he asked them to do. Slowly, her voice became muffled as his eyes get caught at something that made him utterly surprised.

He pursed his lips, brows furrowing hardly at the sight of a girl a few feet away from where he's standing. Her nervous face was obvious as she continuous to fidget with her fingers. Jake doesn't know what to think. He was so close to asking his men if he's starting to see things, but then he snapped himself back to his senses.

“Who is she?” her secretary snaps her head in a hurry to follow his line of sight.

She hesitates and look back from you and Jake, just to check if she's getting it right.

“She's probably one of the applicants for the job.” her eyes dropping over the folder she was holding.

Jake didn't talk and kept his stance. He resets his mind to come up with his new plan and for his next move. He was always careful and never reckless.

“Ohh...” his assistant talks with a tone sounding a little bit astound. He looks at her as she checks her file.

“Why?”

“She's being blacklisted.”

Jake's forehead furrowed at the information he heard. This thing was already common in the world of business. People that have power uses this method to make sure someone they don't really like cannot be accepted in any company they are associated on.

“Blacklisted? By who?”

“Mr. Kang.” she answered quickly.

There's a lot of Kang in the industry of business, but since he knew whose the main investors of this company he already have an idea which Kang she's referring to. It slowly lights up curiosity over him on what did you possibly do to make him so upset to the point he was making your life this miserable.

Was he your ex boyfriend? Jake couldn't help but to scoff inside his mind at the thought of what Sunghoon will do to him once he found out. He may lose his mind and make Mr. Kang regret he even walked this earth.

Jake sighs, trying to hold his excitement.

“I want her in my office in five minutes. I will interview her myself.” he announced that surprised her assistant.

He starts heading towards his office and she follows him, “But Mr. Kang's instruction is to not accept her even in interviews.”

Jake didn't say anything and just lightly cranes his head to stare at her. Chills run through her spine at the strictness that lingers through his eyes. She instantly regrets insisting about what Mr. Kang instructed.

“R-Right away, sir.” she bows her head in a submissive manner before politely excusing herself to do as he say.

He trudges towards his office while fishing his phone from his coat. His men follows silently, waiting for anything he will order them to do.

“Riki.” Jake sighs, despite the calm demeanor he couldn't help but to flash a small smile over his lips.

“What hyung?” the younger one sounds in a rush.

“I found her.”

“Who?” his response made him roll his eyes in disbelief. Is he that distracted that he forgot their main agenda?

“Sunghoon's obsession.”

The other line went silent. Jake even furrowed in confusion and checked if Ni-ki turned off the call, but no. It's still going. He put his phone back to his ears.

“Hey,”

“No way, hyung? Are you for real?” now he sounded so interested. He smirks, remembering how he reacted moments ago after seeing you.

Who would not react that way? Sunghoon's been searching for you for years already and to see you now is just amusing. So he really did saw you and not losing his mind. Jake felt relieved, but also a little worried of how things will work out after this.

“Yes. I’ll send you her details later so you can go dig for her informations again.”

“All right. I’ll be waiting.”

They bid good-byes and Jake started preparing himself for your arrival. He's sure that his assistant will escort you inside any minute now.

Jake's was an inch close to call Sunghoon and deliver him the good news, but he's smarter than that. He knew better than to spoil the moment and mess things up. Of course he wants his friend to see you and finally put an end to his miserable search operations. He needs to think things through and come up with the best plans in order to help his friend.

“Miss Aelia?” your head lifts up after hearing your name. The lady who asked you to wait in line from a while ago was in front of you. She's holding this folder and she have this warry expression on her face.

Your eyes glanced around to check what's up and its still not yet your turn for the interview. Chest started beating fast and you worry that things are starting to be messed up once again. Shoulders already falling, you looked up at her with a pitiful eyes.

“Y-Yes?” you are so ready to pack up and leave when she flashes you a small smile.

“Kindly follow me.”

A bit bewildered that she didn't sent you home, you managed to stand up on your feet and follow behind her. People sitting beside you were also confused but has nothing much that they can do.

She guides you towards this hallway leading to a more secluded part of the floor. And your heart sank when you read that its the president's office.

Your hand unconsciously reached over your skirt, flattening it a bit. Next is your hair that you fixed and just in time, she asked you to wait for a bit.

She enters the room and not a minute long, she peaked through the door then asked you to come inside. You nodded and gulped, feeling your throat getting dry. To say that you are nervous was an understatement. Your breathing are fast and heavy, like your heart will jump out from your chest. Your palms both so sweaty and your throat running dry despite the continuous attempt of washing it off with your saliva.

The officed looked a little messy, like things are being moved from here and there. Maybe because they have a new president, the office are being renovated. But any of that should be the least of your concern because at the center of that said room, was Jake Sim.

The moment you laid eyes on him, you are slightly shook. He was handsome, very handsome to be exact. He has this mullet length black hair that seemed so soft. Plump lips and big doe eyes that reminds you of puppy eyes. Funny, because for someone who have delicate features, he sure is intimidating.

You feel very nervous as you took more steps closer to his visitor's chair that was placed in front of his desk.

“Good day, S-Sir.” you stuttered a little as he kept his eyes fixed at your direction.

You can't really tell what's in his mind at the moment. His stares remained and you couldn’t help but to feel odd about it. He didn't say anything even after his secretary has left the room. It's already been a minute.

Something about his stares makes you feel more nervous and somehow anxious. The urge to stand up and leave slowly intoxicated your mind, but you know this isn't the right time to let your trauma from your previous boss take over you.

“S-Sir?” you tried catching his attention.

That visibly snapped Jake back to his senses. He cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed for staring too much. He cursed inside his mind, knocking his senses back to his system. He needs to collect himself and not mess this up. Surely it was fascinating seeing you here inside his office, but frightening you would be the last thing he wanted.

“So,” he draws in a sigh before grabbing a piece of paper to write on. “Miss Aelia, huh?”

Your head bops lightly and a short “Yes, Sir.” follows.

Jake scanned the folder he was holding. All the basic informations that Ni-ki had given him are mostly here. He clicked his tongue and tilts his head over to the side.

“Where are you currently staying?”

His question made you purse your lips tightly, contemplating whether to tell him or not. Various things clouded your mind, some of them even appropriate. You couldn’t help it, what happened to you in the past caused all of these.

“W-Why...”

Seems like the man in front of you noticed your expression so he was quick to pull off a small smile. He still looked intimidating, but it somehow ease your worry.

“If you’re living far from the premises we are to offer you a place to your convenience. Also a car for you to use to travel back and fort all expense will taken care of the company.” he offered.

You were caught off-guard by what he said. Is this how it usually is? Company aren’t this generous when it comes to new employees so you’re a little confused, but at the same time tempted. A place to stay sounds great and a vehicle? Sure sounds very convenient too.

“I live a bit far from here, Sir.” you answered that made him nod his head slowly, eyes trailing back towards the folder he was holding.

“Are you single or already married?” his eyes are fixed at your resume. It took you a while to answer that made him glance back up to you.

“Your benefits will be based on your civil status.” you felt embarrassed for thinking differently of his question.

“O-Oh! I’m single, Sir.”

Jake smiles and nods his head before resuming to reading your informations.

Its not that it even matter whether you’re single or not. In the end, Sunghoon will still do everything in his will to get you. But it’s good to know you are single, at least a soul was saved from his friend’s wrath.

“T-That’s actually great, Sir.” you managed to utter. His eyes lits up and lips lifts up in eagerness.

“So you’re accepting the job?” he sounds hopeful making you furrow your brows, addled with all of the things that’s happening.

“Y-Yes, but aren’t you going to interview me?” your tone sounded too soft for Jake. He knew Sunghoon will go crazy for it and he couldn’t wait for you two to meet. But there’s still a lot of things to take care of.

He lifts his head up to glance at you, tearing his gaze off from your resume that contains all the details he wanted from you. He shows a confident smile, making blushed a bit, getting caught off-guard by his visuals.

“I just did.” he shrugs his shoulders off in a relax manner.

Despite being a little confused as to how things just ended so well, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy to actually get the job.

“S-So I’m hired?”

Jake nods, “Yes. You can start on monday. Sounds good?”

Your lips stretched into a wide smile as you accept Jake’s hands. “Yes, Sir! Thank you so much! I will do my best and I will not disappoint you.”

He smirks and nods then watch how his secretary escorts you outside his office. It’s been two minutes since you left, but he was still staring straight at the door right in front of him. He couldn’t believe it.

He stood up and fishes his phone from his pocket, a big playful smirk plays over his lips while waiting for someone to pick up his call.

'“What?” Sunghoon hissed at him.

Jake scoffs, clearly not surprised to his friend’s arrogance.

“10 Million.” he started.

“The fuck you saying?”

“I’m selling you this new company I acquired and currently revisioning.”

This time, it was his friend’s turn to scoff at him.

“Ten Million? What? Is there some gold hidden in that company or something?” Sunghoon asks, very sarcastic.

Jake’s grin grew wider, wanting so bad to spill the great news to his friend.

“You can say that.”

Sunghoon didn’t respond right away and just thought of what his friend was offering. He may not be the best one when it comes to business, but he sure not a dumb person. Jake rarely sells him property unless it was worth it or he can benefit from it in the near future. He trust his friend.

He sighs, “I’ll send you the check tomorrow.” and ended the call right away.

Jake laughs and put back his phone inside his pocket. “God damn, this is fun.”

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[runa-falls]

Ok so I've been playing with Mel's Mafia Jake AI and it got me thinking about what Miguel would be like for some reason??? Dude's half Irish so like, maybe he's a boss in the Irish mob. Maybe he took over for his dad and he kind of hates it (has always hated it) but there's really nothing else for him so what can be do? So he goes about his life, about his business, runs his side of things well. He's lonely at the top but he ignores it, doesn't think anyone else would understand the pressure that's on him...

Until he meets you.

It's some celebration (maybe St. Patrick's Day or something idk) and he sees you across the room/bar/whatever and you lock eyes and have A Moment™️ and he decides he has to talk to you. So he does and you hit it off from the get go. You're smart, witty, funny, sexy...just the whole package. He's basically in love, okay?

Then a boss (maybe a rival heheee 👀) from another city or section (or whatever idk how they divide the city up tbh lmao maybe I should've done more research 😭) comes up and he finds out: you're his wife/girlfriend and it's just like a punch in the gut for him. He's devastated. He's never ever wanted anything anyone else had that he couldn't take...until you. Youre kinda bummed too, you really enjoyed the time you spent with Miguel, and you (honestly) aren't a huge fan of your husband/boyfriend (maybe he's an idiot or just a dick idk).

But you guys keep running into each other, and the feelings between you keep growing, until the tension breaks and you hook up with him at another get together (he takes you against a wall, fast and hard, his hand over your mouth because you're moaning as he pushes inside, the stretch of him divine and he buries his face in your neck, his cock spearing in and out of your wet heat in sloppy, hard thrusts. You're both coming in minutes, his spend dripping out of you and down your legs. The sight is almost enough to make him take you again).

After, you both say it was a mistake, that you can't do this again, it won't end well. But neither of you can help it, sneaking off to meet up in random places so no one catches you (except that one time it happened in your bed 🫢). And and and.... yeah. 🫣

I'M SO. SORRY SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED TODAY

OK FIRST, EVERYONE CHECK OUT THIS FAN ART BY @darkfoxkirin -- the mafia!mig of MY DREAMS

PLS WHITNEY:

Maybe he took over for his dad and he kind of hates it (has always hated it) but there's really nothing else for him so what can be do? -> i could literally imagine him sitting on a throne, bored as fuck like 😒 damn this SUCKS lolll

He's lonely at the top -> PLEASE THIS IS GIVING THE MAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING BUT IT'S STILL NOT ENOUGH -- I NEED HIM AHH

you lock eyes and have A Moment™️ and he decides he has to talk to you. -> the moment™️ KILLS ME LOLL, but YES a love or lust at first sight (spoiler, its both). not only does he need to talk to you, he needs you.

But you guys keep running into each other...-> HEY THIS WHOLE PARAGRAPPH, YOU DIDN'T NEED TO DO ME LIKE THAT 0-0, IM MELTING BRUV -- AND THEY KEEP MEETING 🫠

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ok so imagine that he's getting pressured to marry someone because as the boss, he's expected to have an heir to keep the business in the family.

he agrees to meet up with some aristocratic women just to get his advisors off his ass. it's not like he's taking them home or anything, he's merely meeting them at one of the clubs he owns or getting some dinner.

of course, during one of these 'dates' he bumps into you and your husband.

looks like he's not the only one trying to keep a low profile during the affair.

even though your two gangs are rivals, your husband politely greets miguel (though anyone within a 5 mile radius can hear the venom that simmers below his words).

"Mr. O'Hara, what a surprise to see you here..." you roll your eyes at the dick measuring contest. men can be so --

"Likewise."

miguel doesn't even look at him, barely even acknowledges his existence with his murmured reply. he's too busy looking at you in your pretty dress and the necklace that sits against your chest. he gave you it a few weeks ago, the last time he could get you alone.

he tries to catch your eye but you're not looking back at him, you're looking at the girl who clings to his arm.

both of you barely register that your husband is still talking, eyes devouring the woman who's clearly confused by the tension in the restaurant.

"...and who is this lovely thing?"

"this? oh, this is m..." damn, he forgot. SHIT, he literally just read her file in the car before picking her up. this may not be a real date, but he's not a dick!

she saves him the embarrassment, "I'm Melissa, nice to meet you." she offers a hand, expecting a handshake, but your husband takes it for a kiss. gross. even melissa look weirded out.

"So you're finally out in the field again?"

miguel looks at you warily, but you've been avoiding his eyes during this whole interaction.

"You could say that."

"Good for you." your husband reaches out and holds your hands in his from across the small round table, "It's about time us bachelors settle down."

miguel's jaw clenches, watching how uncomfortable you are being touched by him. "Sure. Look it was great catching up, but me and Melinda have a table waiting."

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Kaiju Weeks in Review (April 14-27, 2024)

Kazuhiro Nakagawa has directed a new Godzilla short, although you'll have to travel to the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building to see it properly, as it's projected on the surface of the building! Failing that, here's the best-looking video I could find on YouTube. Godzilla: Attack on Tokyo runs about seven minutes and pits Godzilla (Naoya Matsumoto) against an upgraded Super X2.

Chibi Minilla has made her (yes, her) debut in Chibi Godzilla Raids Again. It's an interesting situation where the character isn't specifically gendered in Japanese but is definitely female in the English translation; Wikizilla has the details. Also, the episode itself has serious Godzilland vibes.

I forgot to mention that Godziban (which is still releasing specials; unknown when they'll get to Season 5) introduced Gojita and Zillala, based on the Final Wars Godzilla and Zilla, respectively. 2024 is truly the year of pink Godzillas. This week's episode brought Varan to the fore.

IDW solicitations included the 14th Godzilla Rivals issue, Godzilla vs. Manda. Nice to see a C-lister like Manda in the spotlight, as Rivals has mostly stuck to higher-profile creatures. Jake Lawrence is writing and illustrating. The logline:

Late into the night, the crew of a small fishing trawler off the coast of Australia is keeping busy by telling stories of the sea. Little do they know, they’re moments away from happening upon a mysterious shipwreck… and the fearsome sea dragon Manda going toe to toe with Godzilla in the middle of the most brutal ocean brawl any sailor has ever seen. Can this small crew make it back to shore safely in the midst of this all-out kaiju battle? Join Jake Lawrence (Teen Dog, A Nice Long Walk) on a thrilling adventure on the high seas to find out!

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Evermore: Part. 2: Chapter. Three

Hello everyone! I hope all is well with everyone and that everyone is having a good week so far. Work is work, and I love it!

2 Months Later

Andy pulled up to the base, flashed his ID to the guard, drove right through, and was still driving his best friend's truck. As he drove, he looked down and smiled.

When he came home from his morning run, he saw a note on the table indicating that you had made him coffee and packed lunch so he wouldn't have to grab food. Since living alone, he has been used to not cooking for himself and just eating out. He only knows how to cook instant noodles, Rice, and Eggs. Now that he’s back home, just having something like this made him happy, especially since it came from you.

Once Andy parked at his designated spot, he got out, grabbed his things, and headed into the law offices. Saluting some people on his way, he walked into the building and was greeted by his secretary. She stood up quickly, and before she could say anything, Andy opened the door and was greeted by a man sitting on the opposite side of his desk.

The man turned around, and Andy immediately recognized him. He turned back to his secretary and signaled that it was okay, and she closed the door.

“Major Navon, what brings you here?” Andy asked, taking a seat at his desk.

“Well, General Barber. I’m not quite sure.” Sam said, placing the thick concealed file in front of Andy. He frowned and glanced back at Sam.

“What’s this?” Andy asked. Sam sighed and wiped his face.

“Look, I know it’s been five years since your friend's death, but something came up, and I didn’t have a choice but to dig up his files.”

“What do you mean? Ari died in a Humvee accident.” Andy asked, knowing for sure that’s what happened.

“Just recently, more like a month ago, there’s been talk about that incident. So I asked one of the lawyers and the MPs.” Sam paused and leaned forward.

“Someone has been messing with the reports. Ari Levinson and part of the platoon in the car were murdered.” Sam said. 

Andy stared at Sam for a moment, almost wanting to laugh. But Sam was serious, and he quickly dismissed that thought.

“Sam, I don’t. This can’t be true, Sam.” Andy said, trying to process the information.

“Okay, but we both know the explosion that happened, right?” Andy added.

“Yes, that is correct. The Humvee exploded, and the driver lost control. That’s what his files say.” Sam said as Andy opened the confidential documents. 

Andy read through the files, and seeing Ari for the first time tore his heart away. Seeing the gruesome way he passed hurt him. Andy closed the file and looked over to Sam.

“I have to look this over with my team. I assume you want me to take this case?” Andy asked. 

Sam sighed and crossed his legs over, “Yes, nobody wants to take it. They all assume it’s a complete accident, and there is concrete evidence. And knowing you and your reputation? You can get this done.” 

Andy thought for a moment and leaned back into his chair. “Only on one condition.”

“Anything,” Sam responded. 

Andy sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Y/N cannot l know about this until I get enough evidence.”

Sam sat up, and the same with Andy. Sam then held out his hand, and Andy took it.

“A deal. If you have any questions-“

“I got it, Sam. I'll have my team come as soon as possible,” Andy said. 

And with that, Sam left. The moment the door closed, Andy sat down and leaned back into his chair. He sat there for a moment and then reached for his office phone.

Yes sir?

Hi Margie, I need you to gather the team and get them to Bedford as soon as possible.

Was there a reason, sir?

I have a high-profile case that is a high priority.

Okay, and was there anything else, sir?

Yes, give any case that I have to the Jr’s. I need my full attention on this one.

And with that, Andy hung up and went to work.

**

After a long day, Andy found himself driving home. You had called him earlier to say there was dinner at the house, and Jake was home, too. That put a sour taste in his mouth. He shouldn’t be jealous or upset. You deserve to be happy, but there is something about the man that he doesn’t like. By the time Andy had arrived, Jake’s car was in the driveway. Andy parked Ari’s truck next to Jake’s.

As he entered, he could hear conversation and soft responses from Chloe, and Andy sighed.

“Hey, Bug!” Andy called out, putting his bag down. The sound of the chair moving and little feet were heard.

“Uncle DeeDee!” Chloe yelled as she ran towards him, and he picked her up.

“Hi, Chloe. Did you have a good day?” Andy asked. 

Chloe wiped her hair away from her face and smiled. 

“We played in the park, and I did many pictures!” Chloe said with excitement.

“She indeed had a good day.” Andy heard that beautiful voice. He looked to the kitchen entranceway, only to see you and that bastard. Andy smiled and headed over to you.

Jake was about to shake his hand when he noticed the pin on his jacket. Jake raised his hand and gave him a salute.

“General,” Jake said. Andy gave a half smile and saluted him back. You rolled your eyes, and Chloe laughed.

“Anyway, Andy, you must be hungry. Have a seat, and I’ll make you a plate. It’s linguine and fettuccine Sauce, with a salad and bread.” You said, turning around and towards the kitchen. Andy placed Chloe down, and she ran to her seat, taking him with her. Once he was down at his seat, Jake sat before Andy. It was quiet for a moment.

“I hear that you and Y/N have been friends since she was five,” Jake said. Andy nodded. That is true, along with my best friend.”

Before Jake could respond, Chloe was by Andy’s side, tapping him on his arm. He looked to his side and saw she had a cold brown bottle.

“Uncle DeeDee, here’s your drink!” Chloe said. 

Andy smiled and took the cold beverage from her. “Thank you!”

**

After dinner, Chloe was sitting on the couch watching TV, and your phone rang while you were cleaning the kitchen. Andy was in the bathroom, washing his hands. You looked all over the kitchen for it until you realized that it was in your bag.

“Jake, can you get my phone? It’s in my bag in the living room.” You said. 

Jake nodded and headed to the living room. As he got to the table, Jake opened the bag, and a thick folder came out. Jake frowned and opened the file.

Ari Steven Levinson

Deceased

US ARMY CAPTAIN, 501st AIRBORNE DIVISION

Jake’s whole body drained of blood, and his body started shaking.

KILLED IN ACTION. A CAR EXPLODED IN FRONT OF HIS JEEP, CAUSING HIS DRIVER TO LOSE CONTROL AND SLAM INTO A BUILDING.

“That’s my bag.” 

Jake heard and turned around to see Andy standing behind him. Andy showed no expression as he snatched the file from him and placed it back into his bag. Then Andy grabbed Y/N’s bag and shoved it against Jake’s chest. He looked at Andy and quickly went back to the kitchen. Andy placed the file into his bag and closed the clasp on it. Before he headed back into the kitchen, Jake walked past him, and you followed behind.

“Is there something wrong?” Andy heard Y/N, and Jake sighed.

“I got a random important call from my major. I don’t know what it is, but it seems urgent,” Jake said, and Andy turned slightly. He knew listening was rude, but he couldn’t help it. The way Jake acted, and his body language told him he was lying.

For as long as he’s been a lawyer and the fact he’s damn good at it, he knows when someone is lying. And Jake is one of them.

The front door opened and closed. Andy then turned around to see you stumped.

“What happened?” Andy asked, placing his hands into his pockets. You sighed and shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know. He went to get my bag, and when he returned, Jake looked like he had seen a ghost,” you said. 

Andy looked at you for a moment. “Are you worried? You look concerned.”

You sighed again and shook your head. Before Andy responded, Chloe came in and hugged her mom’s leg. The two of you knew that it was her bedtime. You then picked her up and placed her on your hip.

“Sleepy bug?” You asked. 

Holding onto her Pua, she nodded and laid her head on your shoulder.

“Okay, say good night to Uncle DeeDee.” You said. Chloe lifted her head and held out her arms towards him. Andy then scooped her up and placed her onto his hip.

“Good night, Bug! Sleep tight and-“ Andy started.

“And no, let the scarwy monsters eat me!” Chloe said, giggling. Andy kissed her cheek and placed her down. Chloe ran to her mom and brought her upstairs.

“I’ll finish cleaning up here,” Andy said as he returned to the kitchen.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in a bit.” You said.

**

30 Minutes Later

Andy sat in the family room with two glasses of Sweet Pinot Grigio. He looked behind him to see you taking a seat next to him. You smiled while picking up the glass.

“Before we start the movie, tomorrow is Saturday, Andy. Do you have any plans?” You asked. 

Andy knew why Saturdays were important. Even when he was deployed in Germany, you would video call him and spend a few moments with his best friend.

“I’m free. What time do you want to leave? I’ll drive. I was also thinking of spending the day there, too.” Andy said.

You smiled once more. “Oh, that’s a good idea. Let’s have a picnic at the beach, and Chloe wants me to teach her how to skate.”

Andy laughed as a memory came to him. “You remember when Ari tried to teach you?”

Your face started to blush, which made Andy laugh even more.

“Yeah, and that ended up being our first kiss.” You said.

[soobinskii]

k.sunoo - still with you

warnings : drugs, alcohol, club setting, angst.

sunoo had broken up with you nearly two months ago. to say the least, you still weren't over him. basically every night you had drank or smoked yourself dumb and went out to clubs, in hopes of forgetting. forgetting all of the laughs, cries, random late night calls, everything. everything that has to do with kim seonwoo, you didn't want to remember it. you couldn't forget though, all of the love he seemed to have for you faded one day.

on a random day in march, he brought you some of your favorite candies and left you, torn down and broken. you can even recall the exact words, "i don't know what it is, i just don't love you how i did before. people change, (y/n), and i think we've grown apart." you hadn't seen it coming until he showed up at your door with a sullen look on his face. his eyes were puffy, like he had stayed up until 4am, crying and figuring out how to word it, or how to go about the breakup. maybe you knew what was coming when he randomly asked you "may i come over?" texting you at a random time in the afternoon when he knew you were free. the text seemed off, it didn't have his usual emojis, or extra punctuation marks.

it wasn't his fault, you know emotions change along with people, but you just can't move on that fast. it'll take you a few more weeks, maybe even months. you just can't wrap your head around why he did it, or what happened. 'did i do something?', 'is there someone else?', 'what is he doing?' are all questions that constantly run throughout your head. you just had no idea as to what caused sunoo to want to leave.

so, to make yourself feel better, you go outside and smoke a fat, heavily packed blunt. you get high out of your mind before going to the club with your close friends, jay and jake. you texted your gc, 'chamber of secrets' and asked them if they wanted to pop out and go to the club. of course, the two of them said yes. so you get ready in your tightest, sluttiest outfit and smoke some weed as you wait for them to pick you up.

they come to your door, and unlock it without knocking. as they arrive at your balcony jay starts, "hey doll, you look sexy." while jake rolls his eyes and says, "jay, shut up. anyways, you look high as hell and your eyes are red. are you sure that you still want to go out?" he seems a bit concerned, but you just nod and reply "yeah, i'm good. i am still functional so, why not?" shrugging and putting your blunt out.

jake nods, and grabs your hand, leading you out the door and to his car. jay takes the back and manspreads across the seats while on his phone. the ride is mostly silent other than the music coming from the radio, 'still with you' by jungkook plays and jake hums along.

when your trio reaches the club you all split up, the two of them taking random spots either on the dance floor, or by the wall; talking to a few randoms, staying sober for the night. you decide to stand outside for a second, admiring the sun as it sets and paints a gorgeous picture of bright, warm hues. the wind blows softly, carressing your skin with a near silent whisper. all you bear right now is the bass from the club and the wind quietly blowing in your ears.

right when you turn to go back inside and head to the floor, you see a familiar man with chocolate brown hair. he's faced backwards, but he has a sense of familiarity to you. his stature, posture and back profile all look similar to.. sunoo. you can't help but feel anxious, just gazing at him. you don't know if it's truly him but, you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes yet again. all of the memories hit you like a truck. you know sunoo could be easily mistaken, but this seems like it's really him.

you didn't realize how long you had been staring, until you zone back in and realize your eyes have met his. you want to run, but between the heels adorning your feet and the dead-end alleyway you're standing in, there's nowhere for you to go. you want to run as fast as you can, as far as you can, but you feel like you're stuck in place. the only way out would be past him, and you almost don't want to run away from him. the man that you once (still) loved.

he starts walking towards you, seemingly on autopilot. it's like he was meant to be with you, like there are magnets connecting the two of you and you can't deny them, or pass them by. he seems to understand that he mustn't leave you, the two of you were given a special connection that not just anyone has. it feels like he's moving in slow motion, you don't know if it's the weed or the shock of it all.

"hey, (y/n). it's been a while.. how've you been?" he says awkwardly, as if he's almost forgotten who you are. it seems as if he barely remembers your name, like it's venom on his tongue. "hi, sunoo.. yeah.. it's been a while.. i've been pretty good, how about you?" you avoid eye contact, you don't want him to see your bloodshot eyes, eyebags or the apprehensive glint in your pupils.

"i've been holding up, i guess.." he shrugs, he has such a monotone edge to his voice that you can't exactly tell how he's feeling. it seems as if he has a sense of longing, but you'd call that delusion on your part. "there's something i've really wanted to talk to you about, is it okay if i tell you now? since i don't know if i'll have a chance to talk to you again." now he's avoiding your eye contact and pushing his hair back.

"what is it, sunoo? i'm unsure of what you could want now." you say sternly, almost on the brink of tears and wanting to avoid this entire interaction. "you know, i've really missed you. i don't know why i left you like that and i thought it over a million times, i was just stressed and overwhelmed. i still care for you and love you, i want to talk to you again." he says, also nearly about to cry.

"i don't know why you left me if you were just stressed. that doesn't make sense, you could've told me that you were stressed instead of telling me all that bullshit about you didn't love me. it felt like-" you stop yourself, realizing that tears are flowing out of his eyes and he's rubbing his eyes while ruffling his hair around. sunoo looks genuinely distressed, and mildly distraught. "shit, fuck.. i'm sorry.." you say, taking his hands down from gripping and pulling at his hair. you place it back down and wipe his tears with the back of your hand.

"i know, i know i wasn't right for not just talking about it. i should've just talked to you about it and i regret it daily. why can't you fucking see that i'm still in love with you?" he nearly shouts, taking deep breaths, yet failing. his voice is faltering, and his head is hung low, sinking into your touch. he'd been waiting for you to just hold him again, kiss him and do everything the two of you used to do.

you sigh and think for a moment, moving your hands down to his cheeks and pressing them up so he'll look at you. you blink back tears, not wanting to ruin your makeup that you took quite a while to do. "y'know what, you come with me to my house later, and we can talk about it. does that sound good?"

he nods ferociously and agrees, ready to take you up on that offer and possibly rekindle a relationship that you thought was lost.

[galaxy-stardust]

Duskwood

Jakes view

Part 10

He tells her about every step he takes. He comes to a dead end.

No, MC, you're not a distributor. I'm glad that you're here with me. Somehow. Fuck, Alan is on his way to the mine?! If Michael sees Alan, he will know that MC will not come to meet him here. But I cannot leave the mine yet.

While he searches for hints, he finds the letter that was missing in Amy's house. They quickly talk about it while he makes his way through the tunnels.

Wait? What's that? I hear a noise. He lets MC know and logs off.

Sorry, MC, but I have to concentrate very much right now. He follows the noise. He saw the lights flicker. Shortly after, he enters a room with a computer. The monitor shows the stream. What the...? It's fake. Fuck! Why didn't I noticed that earlier?

I have to tell MC about it.

She already knows it? Ok... Alright.

What?! The FBI? That can't be possible. He feels his heart beat faster. Yeah, I can imagine that the damn FBI isn't here for Hannah and Richy.

Then he notices that the computer is receiving other signals. Michael installed countless security cameras. If I could deactivate the fake stream and activate the real stream, I could maybe find out where Hannah and Richy are.

He types MC his plan.

The group chat? No, I didn't follow the latest messages. Hannah, is she safe? A weight falls from his heart.

We did it. We saved her. Thank you, MC. Thank you so much.

And Richy? They haven't found him yet? I'm sorry to hear that, MC.

But I have to leave this mine immediately.

The hatch is locked? Fuck! No MC, I don't know of any other exit. Even if there is one, the FBI will position themselves at every single one.

If I remember the way out? Yes. And about the exit...

Don't worry, MC. I can imagine that you're worried. I would feel the same.

Hm, yes, how could you forget. For me it was as horrible as for you... seperated, not talking to you...

He takes a deep breath.

Thank you for trusting me MC, I will do it out of this mine and we will be together.

I hope to see you soon. MC.

He locks off. Using his hacking skills on the computer in front of him. Deactivates the stream and searches for a way out of the mine at the live stream.

Seriously Jake. What's wrong with you? Why didn't you tell her? He takes out his phone again.

He takes another deep breath and opens the chat with MC one more time.

He feels that his hands are shaking.

His heart beats faster.

MC...

He waits a few seconds. He is so nervous.

Come on, Jake...

The seconds that passed by while she typed felt like an eternity.

Finally, he reads her words.

He logs off. His heart skips a beat. He smiles. We will meet each other as soon as possible. Promised.

He takes a last look at her profile pic, smiles shyly, makes it possible for her to see the live stream as well, and puts his phone away.

I have to hurry. Wait, what's that? Michael,  wounded... Jake follows his steps on the stream. He clicks through the different camera views. Is that?! Yes, it is. Another exit. Let's give it a try. He runs through the tunnels and stops when he hears a voice. Richy?

Jake hides behind a wall, seeing Richy talking into his phone. He wears the same clothes as... no, no way! It was Richy? All the time? Anger is coming up. He talks to MC, telling her what happened a few years ago.

Jake is not able to move. He cowers behind the wall, listening to Richy's words. Richy ends the call with MC, and a little later Jake hears Jessica's voice.

She must feel horrible.

He hears both of them crying. Richy ends the call with the words, "I'm sorry".

What am I supposed to do now? On one hand, he wants to tell Richy what he thinks about all of it. The kidnapper was always part of the group. I can't grasp it.

On the other hand, he really has to get out of this mine.

Right in this moment, he realizes that Richy has gotten himself into a standing position. What is he doing? Jake notices an unpleasant smell. Is that? Yes, fuel. Is he serious?

Fuck, I have to get out of here... Richy... in the moment Jake wants to get to him, flames were all around Richy...fuck!

The flames rapidly come closer to Jake. He puts on his mask ( he always has it with him even if he doesn't wear it but he really likes this thing and now it's actually helpfull) trying to hide his face from the flames. He coughs. The smoke is already thick and the heat is unbearable.

He follows the smoke, which moves in one direction. He can't see clearly. His eyes are burning. With the last of his strength, he stumbles out of the mine. He crawls a few meters away from the exit. He takes off his mask and breathes in the fresh air. Suddenly, he holds his breath and listens in the dark night. Nothing. The FBI hasn't reached this exit yet. He gets up, still breathing heavily. He throws away his mask and takes off his hoodie, which is smoldering from the fire.

He takes a last look back to the exit, the flames come out of the small hatch. He sees flashlights flicker; noises are coming nearer.

MC, I will find you.

With this thought, he starts running. Through the dense forest...in a starry night...

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 9 Flying to Texas

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

Thursday had been a whirlwind of packing and finalizing your presentation. Chuck had taken on the role of chauffeur, ensuring you both made it to the airport for your departure on Friday morning and now you found yourself seated next to Jake in his Cirrus aircraft, en route to Texas. While you were no stranger to flying on commercial planes, this smaller, more intimate setting was an entirely different experience.

You assisted Jake in maneuvering the plane out of its hangar and loading your luggage aboard. Once secured in your seat with Jake's assistance, he climbed in beside you, fastened his seatbelt, and showed you how to correctly fit the aviation headphones.

Jake glanced over at you. "Feeling nervous?"

Attempting to mask your apprehension, you met his gaze. "Maybe just a tad?"

"You'll be fine," he reassured you with confidence. "I know every inch of this aircraft just as well as I know my F-18. And in that, I've only ever shot down the enemy."

You met his assurance with a blank look, still feeling a bit uneasy.

"Darlin'," he said softly, "you'll be just fine. I won't let anything happen to you." He leaned in for a swift kiss on your lips. "Now, put on your headphones because I'm about to start her up," he said, slipping his own headphones on.

Following his instruction, you put on your headphones, and Jake proceeded to start up the plane.

"Can you hear me?" he inquires, peering at you.

You nod in response. "Yes. How long will the flight be?"

"Three hours," he answers, glancing over the airplane's control panel in front of him before turning his gaze back to you. "You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you reply, your voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

He flashes you that charming grin that first made you fall for him. "Then let's get going."

Guiding the plane towards the takeoff area, he casts a glance your way. "No going back now."

You turn to look at him, and suddenly, he accelerates the plane. Before you know it, you're ascending, leaving the ground behind as you take to the air.

The sensation of lifting off the ground, the initial push against your seat as the plane accelerates, is both exhilarating and a tad nerve-wracking. But as the plane climbs higher, leaving the earth behind, the feeling shifts. The world below shrinks away, offering a new perspective that is both freeing and serene.

Jake's confident handling of the plane reassures you, his focus unwavering as he navigates into the sky. The charm and confidence that drew you to him shine through in this moment, reminding you why you fell for him in the first place.

The cabin is filled with the steady hum of the engine, a comforting backdrop to this adventure. You glance over at Jake, who seems in his element, completely at peace as he pilots the plane. His profile is set against the vast expanse of the sky, the early light painting him in soft hues.

He catches your look and gives you a quick, reassuring smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement and a hint of something deeper, a shared connection that runs through both of you. "You're doing great," he says, even though you haven't done much besides being his co-pilot in this journey. "Just enjoy the ride."

Gradually, you begin to ease into your seat, allowing curiosity to guide your gaze towards the window beside you.

Outside, the world unfolds in a breathtaking panorama. Below, the landscape is a patchwork of colors and textures, fields and forests interspersed with the silver glint of rivers and the occasional sparkle of a lake. The vastness is humbling, and from this height, everything seems peaceful, untouched by the hustle and bustle of life on the ground.

The clouds are closer now, some so close you feel you could almost reach out and touch them. They range from wispy strands to thick, fluffy masses, casting shadows that dance across the earth. The sun, now higher in the sky, bathes everything in a warm, golden light, making the scene outside your window seem all the more ethereal.

Your attention shifts between the view outside and Jake, navigating the plane with practiced ease. The quiet confidence he exudes is comforting, and you find yourself admiring him all over again. He's in his element here, and it's clear that flying is not just a job for him—it's a passion, a vital part of who he is.

As you watch him confidently navigate the controls, fully in his element, your tension eases further, and your heart swells with admiration and affection.

Three hours later, the headset buzzes with the voices of air traffic control, and Jake responds with practiced ease.

Turning to you, he announces, "We're going to be landing soon."

"Already?" The time seemed to have flown by faster than you expected, leaving you surprised. The flight had been an enjoyable experience, with the diverse landscapes below offering a captivating view from the air.

"I told you you'd be fine," Jake said, giving you a reassuring smile. Then, his attention was momentarily captured by a voice through the headset. "10-4," he responded, before turning back to you. "It's our turn to land." He maneuvered the plane, and as he did, the runway came into view below.

As the plane approaches the landing strip, the anticipation builds inside you. The ground, once a distant canvas of serene landscapes, now rushes up to meet you, details sharpening as you descend. The once-distant features of the airstrip—the markings, the buildings, the waiting vehicles—come into clear focus, signaling the imminent return to earth.

Jake's concentration is palpable; his actions are measured and precise, a testament to his skill and experience. You watch him adjust the controls, his movements deliberate, guiding the plane toward its final approach with a calm assurance. It's a side of him that always brings a mix of admiration and comfort, seeing him so in control, so at home in the skies.

The wheels touch down with a gentle thud, a testament to Jake's expertise. The plane rolls along the runway, slowing gradually until it comes to a smooth stop. He smoothly taxied the plane towards a hangar, where a red Ford F-150 was parked, waiting for your arrival. Upon reaching the hangar, he turned off the engine and removed his headphones. Following his lead, you did the same.

The sudden silence after the engine's hum fades is profound, enveloping you both in a peaceful stillness. Jake turns to you, his eyes bright with the thrill of the flight and the satisfaction of a smooth landing. "Welcome back to solid ground," he says with a warm smile, the kind that reaches his eyes and makes you feel grounded.

You return the smile, feeling a mix of relief and exhilaration. "Thanks to the pilot," you respond, acknowledging his skill and the care he took to ensure a safe and comfortable flight for you.

"I'll come around and help you out," he said, swiftly unbuckling his seatbelt. He opened the door, stepped out, and hurried around to your side. Opening the door for you, he carefully helped unbuckle your seatbelt.

Gazing into his green eyes, you found a moment of calm.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"I'm okay. Just getting used to being back on the ground," you replied.

Jake offered a comforting smile and extended his hand to you. You placed your hand in his, and he assisted you out of the plane, securing the door behind you.

As you both made your way around the front of the plane, a blonde woman emerged from the truck, waiting patiently. The two of you approached the vehicle, and the woman advanced towards you with her arms wide open, ready to embrace.

"Oh, Y/N. It's so good to see you again," the woman said as you embraced.

"You too, Cindy."

Cindy stepped back to give you a once-over and smiled. "You're looking good. Those recipes I exchanged with Chuck the last time I visited must be getting put to good use."

You returned her smile, feeling a warmth in the shared connection. "They are, indeed. He's really upped his barbecue game since then. The guys are absolutely loving it."

Cindy turned to Jake, who had been standing there with a bemused expression the entire time.

She reached out, affectionately patting Jake's face. "Hi, son. Get the bags, will you?" she said, then turned to guide you towards the truck.

Jake grinned and shook his head, amused by the familiar dynamics, before turning to retrieve the bags.

Walking through the doors of Jake's parents' house alongside Cindy, you were enveloped by a sense of familiarity and warmth. This house had become a refuge for you after the heartbreaking loss of the baby and during the period while your own house was being constructed. During that challenging period, Jake was away for training and didn't return until after you had already departed. He was unaware that you had stayed there, in his very room, finding solace in the space he grew up in.

"Uncle Jake!" exclaimed a male and female voice in unison as two 4-year-old twins dashed towards Jake. He opened his arms wide, enveloping both of them in a warm, affectionate embrace.

Wyatt and Wynter clung to their uncle with enthusiasm.

"How have you two been?" Jake inquired, his voice filled with affection.

As you observed Jake interacting with the twins, it was clear how much he adored them. His face lit up with joy, and his attention was entirely devoted to their excited chatter.

Then, Audrey, Jake's older sister, entered the room.

"Y/N! It's so good to see you!" she exclaimed, enveloping you in a warm hug.

"You too," you respond as you both step back. "How have things been?"

"Good," she replies before turning her attention to Jake. "Jake."

Jake smiles warmly and nods in acknowledgment. "Hey, Sis."

"I heard you're speaking at Texas A&M. That's impressive!"

"Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it. It's quite an honor. It's hard to believe they selected me."

"With all the effort you put in during your time here, I'm not surprised they picked you."

Intrigued, Jake placed the twins down gently. "What work are you talking about that she did while she was here?"

Audrey glanced between you both, a hint of surprise in her expression. "You didn't tell him?"

Jake, feeling both curious and slightly amused, interjected, "Uhm, hello. I'm standing right here. What don't I know that I apparently should?"

You looked at Jake. "After the loss, I stayed here and worked on some research with Dr. Dorian Stryker. We published a book.

Jake's gaze shifted from you to his mom and sister, then back to you. "You stayed here after we lost the baby?"

Cindy caught Audrey's eye, who then glanced at the twins.

"Kids, let's head outside with grandma so Aunty Y/N and Uncle Jake can have a conversation."

"But we..." the twins started to protest.

"Uncle Jake will join you outside later," Audrey reassured them, leading the four outside.

After the door closed, Jake turned to face you.

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[mrsjobarnes]

Not the only Cowboy - Chapter 3

Summary: Jake had never been the type of guy to fall first, maybe you’ll be the one to change that. 

A/N~ Sorry this took so long guys, school is kicking my ass right now. I’m a double major so my course load is massive. I hope you enjoy it! xoxo

Jake Sersin x Nurse!reader 

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: Drinking, flirting, and kissing Asshole Ex. Let me know if I missed anything! 

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Please do not steal my work! 

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“Nat what am I supposed to wear, I haven’t been on a date in years,” you said panicking on the phone. 

“I'm still confused about why you asked Bangman on a date,” Nat said giggling. You rolled your eyes and kept rummaging through your closet. “Why don’t you wear that blue sun dress you have and your sandals,” Nat said. 

“You’re a Guinness Nat,” you said smiling, grabbing said items, and running into the bathroom to change. “And to answer your question I asked him out because he seems funny and kind” 

“Okay well text me if you need me to beat his ass or save you. Love you, have fun, bye,” she said.

Right as you finished you heard a knock at the door. 

“Coming” you yelled from the hallway as you returned to your room to get your shoes. Once you open the door you are met with Jake in a white button-down and khakis. “Well don’t you look handsome,” you said. 

He smiles and blushes “Thank you, sweets, you look stunning,” he said kissing you on the cheek. “Shall we go?” he asks. 

You all decided to go to dinner before going to the club. You all decide on burgers, which is your favorite.  “So tell me about something random about you,” Jake asks with a smirk. 

You think hard about it and respond, “Okay I know this is weird but I have a fear of birds” you say blushing. Jake tries his hardest not to laugh. “Don’t laugh it’s not funny” you say giving him a look that only his mother gave him, which shuts him up real quick.

“I’m sorry doll, it’s just a little funny. Can you at least tell me why?” he says smiling. 

“So when I was younger I went to a petting zoo and they had a field and coop where you could pick up the chickens so I went to pick up a chick and it turns out it was actually a baby goose and mamma goose didn’t like that and proceed to chase me till I dropped the chick. Ever since then, I’ve been terrified of all birds,” you say looking down at the table embarrassed. Jake looks up at you and realizes what he did. 

“I can understand that, if that happened to me I would be scared too,” he said. “I think my biggest fear would have to be those tiny dogs,” he said with a sincere look on his face. Now it was your turn to laugh except you didn’t keep it in. “Har har har laugh it up but why do you get chased one of those satan spawns don't come asking me for help,” he said smiling at you. He could listen to you laugh all day. “Tell me something else about you,” he said 

“Oof umm I like history like I’m a huge nerd,” you say blushing 

“I like history too but what part of history?” he said raising his eyebrows

“Hmm I’m fascinated by anything from the Industrial Revolution to the Vietnam War, I know that’s a broad timeline but yeah oooooh I also really like true crime,” you said.

Jake’s eyes lit up “I obviously have a fascination with military history. I am fascinated with world wars and what the repercussions are. I also really like true crime. What is your favorite,” he said, seeming genuinely interested. 

“Like my favorite crime or?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head, yes, and as you thought about it, your food was brought out “I would have to say like high profile murders or assassinations. I don’t know what it is but I find them so interesting. What about you?” 

Jake takes a second to think about it. “I have a weird fascination with cults. I have no idea what it is about them, I think it all stems from the whole Waco Texas thing happening when I was growing up,” he said. The conversation carried on until it was time for the bill when you both raced to pay for it. “Y/n please let me pay, it’s just how my mama raised me” he said pleading with you. 

“Jake, would you just let me, please, it’s my treat,” you said with starry eyes. Jake had to fight with all his might not to let you win this. Just add it to the list of things he really likes about you. Once the waiter gets to the table he snatches it before you can. You give him a huge pouty face, “Fine you won this time but I'm buying drinks’ you say smirking. When you walk to the car he races in front of you to open your door. On the ride over to the club you continue your true crime discussion when your favorite song comes on the radio and you start singing and dancing along in your own little world. Jake was mesmerized by you, you made him feel something he didn't think he was capable of. 

Once you pulled up to the club you walked straight to the bar and ordered a Long Island iced tea and Jake ordered a beer. Sadly he beat you to paying again much to your dismissal. “Jake once we finish these we should dance,” you say smiling. Suddenly ‘I Like It Like That’ by Cardi B came on and it was like a switch flipped in your brain and you pulled Jake onto the dance floor. You put his hands on your waist and started dancing without a care in the world. Jake was a great dance partner. “Have you taken ballroom dancing classes?” you ask smiling because he had such grace when dancing. 

“Yeah, I had to take my sisters to Cotillion,” he whispered in your ear before twirling you around. After a couple of songs, you guys get water and go to the bathroom. While freshening up in the bathroom you couldn’t fight the blush on your cheeks. You had never had this much chemistry on a first date. Walking out and towards Jake you see a redhead hanging all over him, you quickly get upset and charge at her but before you can say anything he gently pushes her off of him and says “I'm on a date ma’am, sorry” and he walks to the other side of the bar. You stand there grinning like an idiot, you can’t wait to tell Nat. He is sitting on a stool as you approach him. “There you are sweets, here is your water with lemon,” he said, slinging his arm around your waist pulling you to stand in between his legs. “Can’t have the Navy’s best nurse having a hangover” he said, kissing your cheek. He pulled back and you gave him a lustful look. Finishing your water you pulled him to the dance floor when ‘Dancing with Our Hands Tied’ By Taylor Swift came on. 

“Ahhh I love this song” you shout pulling Jake onto the dance floor. As you guys dance you feel nothing but safe in his arms, you could get used to this.  A couple of songs later you guys decided to call it a night. 

As the night comes to a close, he walks you up to your door. You can tell he wants to come in but you’re not ready. “Thank you for this wonderful date. I hope we can have a second one” you say kissing him on the cheek turning around and walking into your house. Jake stood there with the biggest grin contemplating how he could one up this date.  

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Monday at work all Jake wanted to do was find a reason to go to your office. He tried complaining of a headache, upset tummy, and a paper cut to which Mav just laughed. 

“Hey blondie,” You said walking into the lounge. Jake’s head shot up and a smile broke out on his face. “Heard you had a Paper cut that was life-threatening,” you said grinning while the rest of the team giggled. Mav had come into your office begging you to go give Jake attention so he’d finally do his work. “We can’t have one of our best not feeling well,” you say grabbing your lunch from the fridge. 

“I'm feeling so much better now that you’re here,” he said, smirking as you sat next to him at the table. Everyone continued their conversations, while Jake just kept smiling at you. 

“So what's on the agenda for today?” you say. Maverick answers your question and starts to go into detail, Jake looks over at you and can tell that you are lost. He leans over and starts translating pilot language into understandable terms. “So after all that are we getting drinks?” you ask and are met with a hardy yes from everyone looking at a Maverick who planned a hard day. You chuckle and finish your lunch. When your pager goes off saying you have a patient, get up to return to your office, Jake springs up and offers to walk you. On your way there you strike up a conversation about how you want to get a cat. 

“I just don’t get how you want to get a cat when a dog is a great option,” he said in a serious tone. You just looked at him and giggled.  

“Well I’m not at home enough for a dog plus cats are just as fun,” you say looking at him for a second before walking into the clinic and stopping at the counter to be given the patient’s file. 

“Okay we’ll agree to disagree, but before you go to work I want to know if you’ll go on a date this Wednesday?” he asks with a shy smile. You kiss his cheek. 

“I would love that,” you say before walking into the examination room. Looking down at the chart you walk into the room. You look, your stomach drops and tears start to well in your eyes, you thought you’d escaped him. 

“Hey Baby,” he says with his classic smirk. 

“What are you doing here Blake,” you ask slowly, stepping back and trying to grab the door handle. 

“I came to get my fiancé” 

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His and Her Perspectives - Chapter 3 (18+ Only)

So sorry for the delay. I wanted to get this to you guys before I head out to run some errands, been pretty busy the last few days. This was edited and somewhat partially drafted into completion, however, it is not at all proofread or checked over for errors so please excuse all of that. When i get time tonight, i'll look it over and fix any errors that exist. but for now, enjoy the read!

Pairing: Ooohohohohoho you know who. ;)

Warnings: Yes, this is like pure smut, the whole chapter. Not at all for anyone under the age of 18, so minors please ignore this post. As per usual, the smut is very descriptive, and some curse words. Just the standard stuff. But still a good read if you're trying to get in the mood or an idea of what car sex is like with MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung ;)

Next chapter is also going to be fully smut-ish so for those of you that live for smut, stay tuned.

The surprise i have in store for you guys will be posted later, i just wanted to get this chapter out because ive been on and off working it for the last few days and I am just ready to get it out so i can work on the next one.

Summary:

Summer was swinging by faster than you could enjoy it. Emily and the girls thought of ways on how to dedicate the remainder of the break to make the most out of the last couple of months and enjoy the season to its fullest. That was when they thought of a nice trip into the valley with the boys, a mass get-together where we could all enjoy each other’s company and have game night at a rental.

It didn’t take long for the girls to find a large home at a decent daily rate, located near one of the famous vineyards in the country. The boys all thought the trip was a good idea and even offered to take charge of the barbeque, much to Emily and the girl’s delight.

You could tell Heeseung liked the idea of the trip, even though he maintained his usual habit of remaining calm, quiet, and sitting with his arms crossed, merely giving a simple nod and half a smirk when Jake turned to ask him if he was excited about the trip.

After a few days, you all had prepared and packed up for an early departure. The drive was long, nearly four and a half hours into the valley, everyone agreed to leave early in the morning while it was still dark out, hoping to mitigate the risk of getting stuck in traffic. Much to the boy’s dismay, the girls dictated that the carpool-maintained gender integrity, mainly so that they could enjoy each other’s company and catch up on daily gossip while they boys spend some quality time themselves.

Witnessing the dictation of transportation assignment, you noted Heeseung’s lowering tilt of the chin as his hat hovered and casted a shadow to cover more than just his eyes. He didn’t like the idea of making a long drive without you being beside him, not because he was the clingy type, it was more so because he had planned on taking the opportunity to rest you on his lap and tightly embracing you.

Though the feeling was mutual, you felt deep down that traveling separately was for the better. Based off the last time you sat on his lap, you both found that it was a prime position for one of your many sexual episodes.

It was on a Friday evening, you and Heeseung decided to go the movie theater. Arriving fairly early, he parked his car near the back end of the lot where it was secluded and sparse, just so you both could have some privacy to talk and freely display your affection without having to worry about exposing yourselves to people passing by.  The windshield overlooked the wide shopping center across the street, with the glittering lights that decorated the shops, and the pleasant view of shoppers mingling from afar, the view produced a wholesome charm of simplistic night life.

Admiring the view, you felt a piece of your hair being tucked away as Heeseung continued to admire your profile. You shyly chucked towards his lovely notion, which only invigorated him more.

Once you both had walked in, found your seating, and watched as the movie began, the moment the beginning credits displayed the main roles was when you lost all interest in the original event. The feeling in your gut proved to be too distracting after the moment in the car. You became stimulated by the act of him moving your hair aside as he peeked at you with one visible eye from underneath his cap.

Making sure to hide it within the hair that framed your face, you glanced over to see that even though Heeseung was facing the screen, you could tell that the sexual tension was building up by the way he kept bouncing his leg. His hat that traditionally covered his eyes, gave his face more shadow from the dimmed lighting inside the theater, it made it hard to tell if he was looking at the screen or possibly gazing at something else while facing it.

His elbow propped up on the arm of the seat, as his face slightly resting against his hand, you took visual notice of the way he had his index delicately placed on his lips, brushing it back and forth gently, occasionally dragging the skin with it as he revealed a subtle display of teeth. Moving your eyes back forward, the tingling sensation grew stronger and even though you tried hiding it by crossing your arms over your chest, the depths of each breath you took was too steep, the inclining rise of your breast was too noticeable. Unsure of how to remedy the situation at a public setting, you both sat there in silence as the movie continued playing. When suddenly you heard Heeseung stand out of his chair.

Two steps in, your view of the screen is blocked by Heeseung, casually standing in front of your crossed legs and extending a hand to you. He doesn’t say a word.

You look up to see that the bill of his cap, along with the effects of the lack of lighting, aggrandized the shadow over his face, leaving only his lips to remain visible, along with the hazy side smirk it formulated. Grabbing his hand, you realized how much the tension was affecting him when you felt the weight of his pull nearly levitated you off your seat. It was so sudden, the way your body lost contact with the cushion as your legs caught up with the movement to keep you from falling over. His grip on your hand was welded.

After straightening your posture, his free hand moves up, and you stood admiring the mask of shadow that his face wore, as he gently fixes your hair with the tips of his fingers. Beginning at your hairline, you felt the light touch of his skin as his fingers pinched a small amount of hair as he delicately relocates it to the side and tucks it behind your ear. The tips gently wrap’s the piece around and behind your helix, where they remained for a second before dragging along the skin behind your ear until they encountered your earring.

He rests the dangle on his index, admiring the butterfly trinket attached. Afterwards, he continues the trailing movement of said finger, letting the earring fall from its rest as he traces your partially exposed jawline inwards towards your chin, where he used his thumb and inner knuckle to nourish a faint hold. Committing to another favorite habit of his, you felt his thumb extend its reach and brush over your lips, from center moving outwards as he rests it on the outer corner, composing small light strokes.

Heeseung synthesized many habits that reciprocated his sentiment towards you, one being his usual and most displayed act in moving, playing, or fixing your hair to amplify the exposure of your face, mainly your eyes, as evident from his showering verbiage expressing his fondness when admiring them. The second habit was the stroking and brushing of your lips.

Of all his habits, there was one that he frequently committed, at least once a day. It was his penchant for facial contact, with or without kissing permitted. Every day when you were on your way to your next class, Heeseung would do the same and walk in your direction. Regardless, it had only been a couple of hours that he hadn’t seen you, it was obvious that you were indefinitely on his mind.

Once you found yourself breaching his presence close enough to ask him how his morning classes were going, he carried his usual trait of withholding a verbal response. Instead, he’d raise a hand to push the bill of his cap up, revealing a raised eyebrow that gave him a confident expression. The tilting of his bill is followed by him placing the same hand on the back of your head, administering a slight grab of hair as he would pull your face in to meet his, nose to nose. The groove of your lips is met with his, but not in the form of a kiss, just touch. He would angle his forehead inward and flutter his lashes against your own, initiating butterfly kisses as he formed his tenacious smirk against your lips, leading to a dual chuckle that you give to each other.

In the theater, you continue to be the canvas of his thumb strokes as he savored every precise detail of your face. Using the grip he had on you, he turns and walks you out of the building, across the wide lot, and back to his car, not a word is spoken from him. With only the view of his broad shoulders, you catch yourself admiring his lethal frame from the back, watching his tall stature as he moves closer to the car with his arm extending backwards as he maintains the grip of your hand, trailing you behind. The wispy length of his hair barely extends pass the nape, faintly touching the back of his collar. No matter the angle you viewed him in, you couldn’t help but find him irresistible.

His pace slows as he reaches the back seat door, opening it, he pulls you by his grip and swings you around to face him. While maintaining the grip, he swings his hand around your backside, bending your arm by the elbow as it is pinned to your lower back, fingers intertwined with each other’s. He pulls you in and kisses you, just a small kiss, but ever so tender like the others. He nods you to get inside the backseat.

Once you slid in, you shift down to the window seat next opposite of the one you had just entered through. He follows in after you, positioning himself on the center seat with his legs widespread, each foot placed behind the two front seats. He faces in your direction, slightly leans over to kiss you once more. You feel his hands roaming from your breasts down to the smallest part of your waist and with utter ease, you’re surprised at his strength as he lifts you, only releasing a single deep moan and breath into your mouth as he picks you up, shifting your backside during movement so that it was facing him as he positioned you on his lap.

The feeling of sitting on Heeseung’s lap became one of your favorite sensations in the world. The moment he rests you on his lap, his hands drag from your waist, and down to your hips as he presses you down against his crotch, enforcing you to feel an overwhelming and pleasurable pressure from the back. As your back arches, your head tilts back against his, you feel him pressing his nose and lips against the soft skin at your nape, burrowing his soft kisses.

His hands that rests on your hips begin to set the pace for your hips to move along with. Pushing and pulling you to a rocking motion, the arch in your back simulates oceanic waves as the back of your head remains resting against his forehead. The soft kisses on your nape transition into a passionate massage as you feel his tongue becomes involved and traces small circles with each wet, and suckling kiss he leaves. You feel him inhaling the scent of your perfume that you applied on the base of your neck, with his face attached to your nape, he enjoys each whiff he takes in. Just as you relish feeling the air he pulls in with his nostrils against your skin, your body slight jolts out of shock at the feeling of his teeth gently nibbling, following by the caressing of his tongue. Concentrating at the center, his oral performance migrates over to the side of your throat as he pulls you in closer, your back fully meets his chest and your head rests on his shoulder as he burrows his face in the nook of your neck.

The motion of your body does not stop, in fact, it continues with a stronger pace as you begin to feel his hips thrusting upwards against your derriere, syncing with the moment your hips roll down on him. His eagerness is evident by his desire to increase the pace, but you use the weight of your hips to suppress each thrust to tease him a little. Not being able to take it, he reaches down and lifts the flare of your skirt up, pinning it to your pelvis with his other hand as he maintains a grip on you. He pulls down your panties, they nearly rip off from his eager ardor had it not been you lifting one leg to feed through it, salvaging the lace material as it drapes and falls on the other leg, collecting in a ring around your ankle.

Accomplishing the goal of getting your sensitive bud exposed, you feel the cold air greeting the skin in between the two folds. The sensation is followed by the pressure of his fingers as he reaches over your thigh and rubs his tips in circular motion against your clit, afflicting gentle taps with his rubbing motion. The moans that rush out your mouth are both soft and harsh as each gasp takes your breath away. The beat of your heart speeds up, pounding against your chest plate, feeling as if it will explode.

Commencing the last rub, he cups you as his middle finger is injected into your opening. Your moves speed up as you feel your mouth drying up from the consistent moaning and gasping, you’re committed to. Once he felt that he has acquired the first phase of your desire, he sticks his index in to join his middle, feeling the fluid of your arousal gushing out, coating each finger.

The arm around your waist tightens, and you feel him pulling you even closer as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. Each moment they thrust in, you feel him lifting you upwards as the base of his palm pushes against your base, shifting your weight upwards. Your head surpasses his shoulders, and your chest extends higher, nearly reaching his face as you feel his lips softly pecking below your collarbone.

The sound of skin-to-skin contact is promoted by the heavy moisture flowing in and out as his fingers manipulate the pace and your movements. Just when you feel as though you can’t take enough, his fingers thrust in deep, and remain still. You feel them waving inside you as he massages the interior flesh of your cavity, effectuating unanticipated moans to burst out from your lips as your body wallops upwards from the overwhelming sensation.

Slowly, he slides his fingers out. The sound of his zipper and button coming undone, along with your exhausting pants fills the hollowness of the stagnant car. Feeding through the opening of his briefs, you feel the warmth of his shaft and the tip graze in between your thighs. It is soft, dry, and smooth, it feels gentle and similar to baby skin as it rubs against your skin.

Your head rests on his shoulder. Nose, eyes, and lips facing the window as the side of your cheek and neck is decorated by the hair sticking on to the faint bit of sweat that glazed your skin. From the corner of your eye, you watch as his strong, and large hand grabs the base of his shaft. His long fingers wrapped around the thickness of his diameter, which was so thick that in fact, compared to it his notoriously large hand almost appeared smaller in size.

With his firm grab at the base, he extends the length perpendicularly, the tip eyeballing the roof of the car. A shiver travels from your toes, along your spine, and to the back of your neck as the size of his penis intimidates you. It didn’t get much better as you kept gazing at it, the more you had looked, the larger it seemed to appear. You kept your face off to the side and squint them shut as you prepare yourself for penetration, knowing it’s about to come as you feel the skin of his tip inching closer to your folds.

He guides the tip to rub in between the skin, up and down. He coats the muscle with the wetness that escaped you during his earlier performance, and before you know it, the sound swirling sound of wet skin swooshing against one another returns. The sound takes over your gasps as they die down from the break.

The sudden feeling of his face burrowing into the nook of your neck went unappreciated as you didn’t get the chance to apprize the feeling due to his entry that followed immediately after. The combination of his open lips against your neck, breathing out semi-harshly and the tip of his nose pressing into you right below your ear, enshrined the severity of his penetration. You felt the hot air from his breathing coating your neck, it condensates your skin as you feel drips of moisture trinkling down to your collarbone. The sharpness of his entry can’t be ignored, but the feeling of his face on your skin helped in distracting you from the pain, even though it was only slightly.

The sound and feeling of the vibration in his voice as he gasps and grunts into your neck takes you over the edge as he simultaneously thrusts in and out. He starts of deep but slow, going in, pulling out, just as the tip is edging its exit, only for him to thrust back in deeper than before. The feeling of pressure and being filled shrills you, it’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before he came into your life. It was overpowering, both enjoyable and painful.

The movement of your body shifting upwards became more prominent than before when he used his fingers. His hips bucking up into you dramatized the elevation of your weight. The moans were replaced with cries of immense stimulation as each thrust incites your muscles, causing them to contract and shake, ridding more moisture than before as it gushes out, only to be thrusted back in.

The feeling of his chest permanently attached to your back provided a feeling of comfort and safety. He felt so broad and hard, the width of your shoulders was not even half of his. Your hands rest on the sides of his seated hips, desperately trying to find something to latch on to from the excitement of the sting and ecstasy convulsing in your body. All you could feel was the smoothness of the faux leather seat, the flat surface giving you nothing. The feature of the newly modeled car allotted for the seat belt latches to remain hidden and tucked in between seats, to maintain a slick aesthetic appeal, which had ultimately work against you as you couldn’t dig them out with just your fingertips.

Desperate as the quivering sensation takes over your body, you reach up and grab on to his arm that remained steadfast and wrapped around your waist. You felt the muscles of his forearm as he slightly pushed you down each time he thrusted, then lift you when he partially exited. Upon feeling you reaching up and grabbing onto his arm, it propelled him to increase the pace, he burrows his face in deeper to the nook of your neck, causing his cap to fall completely off his head.

His soft hair cushions against the straight edge of your jawline. His heated gasps are now accompanied with soft kisses, the sensitivity of the skin on your neck shivers upon receiving them. The arm around your waist remains steady, even tightened as the pace grew, while his other hand rests on your inner thigh, gently applying pressure to maintain the spread of your legs. His fingertips tapping your skin every so often when your cries became harsh and out of breath.

“Uh! Baby. Fuck!” He states in between his gasps.

“You’re so damn beautiful, I’m so fucking lucky I get to be the one to do this to you.” The more he spoke in his low and calm tone, the more you felt yourself gushing out the natural essence of your body, which only promoted him to thrust in and out with ease.

“Fuck baby, keep getting wet for me, makes it easier to fuck you. You’re so fucking tight.”

He was right, it did make it easier for him to ravish you, the pace of each thrust came in faster, and faster. He was rough, but nowhere near as ferocious as his Ethan. There was still a soft side to Heeseung’s performance that allowed you to maintain some aspect of the setting, whereas his Ethan persona would normally induce you to a state of unawareness and peaked exhaustion.

The pace continued to go faster, unsure of how it was possible, yet all you could do was to take it. It didn’t matter how loud your cries and pleasuring moans were, the car was parked away and at a distance where no one could see, hear, or save you. You were at his mercy, for the pleasure was too great at times, you almost felt the desire to escape his grasp. Whenever you shifted, attempting to close your legs or extend your hips away from his groin, the hand that laid firmly on your inner thigh would hold you down and spread, reminding you that there was no escape, not even from the gentle Heeseung. His vigor remained ever present no matter what side he was taking, himself or Ethan. For both entities, the difference on the achievement didn’t matter, there was one goal that they shared to obtain, and that was to get the both of you to cum.

Suddenly, your body couldn’t take anymore. You felt your muscles violently contracting, the shaking of your body terminates the smooth sail of your body’s movements that had, up until that moment, followed in sync with his thrusts. Your hips jolt, up and down, left to right, only to be suppressed by his grab on you as he forces you to remain steady while he continues thrusting. The feeling was beyond overwhelming, it was too good that it was almost painful. Your body tries to fight it by shifting fiercely, trying to break free, yet the slap of his hand against your thigh as he pushes you down with his arm and strengthens his grab overpowers you, causing you to scream.

“Oh yeah, that’s it baby. Cum for me.” The feeling of his lips moving as he spoke, grazing against the sensitive area of your neck did not help the matter, your mind went into the state of confusion as to trying to configure if the sensation you were forced to succumb to was good or bad, or both.  All of which became null and void when your orgasm kicked in and put you on cloud nine.

His thrusts became heavier, deeper, and dowdy as the speed increased, all the while you became limp and barely out of breath as each weakened moan escaped you. The tingling high you felt in our gut shuddered your muscles as your body began to gradually release a fluid that is different from the natural lubricant it produced before. It felt sour, almost stingy but not at all painful, just overly euphoric. You couldn’t control it as you screamed and dug your fingertips into the arm around your waist, feeling him pushing you down as he felt the flow of your orgasm drowning his tip and trickling down his length.

Three deep thrusts in as you were cumming, you felt the fierceness of his gasps coughed against your neck as he releases into you. His hand that had rested gently on your inner thigh suddenly grabbed hold and just like you, the fingertips dug into your skin, pushing your thigh outwards more in the process while bruising the skin. A series of hard but slow thrusts followed suit, as if he was making sure every drip went deep inside.

What followed suit were everlasting moments of peaceful rest as you both regained your breaths, mainly you. Your raging pants were gently persuaded to calmness as you felt his hand rub and massage your chest, while his relentless kisses on your neck continued.

“Breathe for me. Breathe for me, baby.”

He calmly tells you, all the while his shaft remains in your body, surrounded by your warmth and softness.

[autumntouched]

omg i am a firm believer that 1.) jake was born to be a girl dad and 2.) nat notices her tiny bump one day before showering and she calls him into the bathroom and she’s standing there all giddy and is like “do you notice something different about me” and he immediately starts crying when he notices the little bump 🥹🥹

Day 20 of Ode to Phoenix

Did I want to write the Hannix Football Rivalry AU requests in order? Yes. Did that happen? Apparently not. This one just jumped out of me, and I was in too deep to write anything else for today

Jake as a girl dad has me 😍🥰🥹 He definitely was

Omg, I am giggling kicking my feet at this thought about her baby bump discovery 💗

Summary: Hannix Football Rivalry AU. Natasha has a Baby on Board, and it's not Bob

Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: Pregnancy symptoms, early pregnancy partner struggles, mention of oral sex but nothing explicit

A/N: To whoever requested, I hope you enjoy my love xx

Do You Notice Something Different?

Natasha stumbles into the bathroom and pushes her hair out of her face, grateful it’s finally Saturday. Despite listening to her family and friends talk about their pregnancies for several years, nothing prepared her for the level of exhaustion she’s felt these last few weeks. Jake has pretty much taken over everything in their life that isn’t her job. Including making an early morning run to the grocery store because she’s craving lemon, blueberry ricotta pancakes she once had at a restaurant in New York City.

She strips off her pajamas before emptying her bladder for the third time already this morning. While she pees, Natasha closes her eyes and drops her head into her hands. Outside of deployments, the last few weeks are the longest she and Jake have gone without having sex since they started hooking up. Whether she’s been too tired, too sick, or too sore, usually some combo thereof, he's taken it all in stride. He's even been understanding about her not wanting him to touch her, although she can tell that part has been the hardest on him. Until recently, she hadn't realized how important their physical connection is to him.

But it finally seems like she’s coming out the other side of the miserable first weeks with her appetite, for food and sex, starting to return. At least this morning she'd been able to think about giving Jake a blow job without triggering her gag reflex.

She flushes the toilet and leans forward over the sink to wash her hands. Tentatively, she ventures a look in the mirror. Her face is getting its color back, although the faint lines around her eyes and mouth have deepened. Her breasts, well, those are definitely different. They're fuller and heavier, stretching her bras to the brink of their adjustments. She'll have to buy new ones soon.

Her hands freeze as her gaze drifts down further. Is that a trick of the reflection? Hurriedly, Natasha straightens and looks down at her stomach. It's slight, but it's there. A little bump in her abdomen. She sucks in her stomach, but it keeps its shape.

She turns off the water and dries her hands, accidentally pulling the towel off the rack in her rush. She tosses it onto the counter and places her hands flat on her sides then slides them to meet in the middle of her stomach. They rise slightly before they stop over her belly button. Definitely a bump.

Hand over her mouth, Natasha looks in the mirror and turns to check her profile, to be sure. There it is. A small, round protrusion. The first sign of Jake's birthday baby.

"Jake!" she shouts. "Jake, come here!"

In her excitement, she doesn't realize that screaming for her husband while pregnant might send the wrong signal. "What is it!" There's a commotion in the kitchen and then the sound of Jake's footsteps pounding through the house. "Nat! Sweetheart, are you okay?" he yells. Oh shit, he's going to break his neck thinking she's hurt.

"Wait, I'm fine, but come here!" she calls back. It doesn't sound like he's slowed down. "I'm fine!"

He bursts into the bathroom with a look of panic on his face, hands still covered in flour from making her pancakes. But she's too excited to wait for him to calm down.

"Do you notice something different about me?" she asks giddily, holding her arms out at her sides.

For a long moment, Jake looks like he's still trying to process that he didn't find her in a heap on the floor. Then his eyes drift down her body, and she can't really blame him when they get stuck on her breasts. His face goes bright red, although there's an aroused gleam in his eye. He swallows but doesn't say anything.

She knows why he's silent and finds yet another reason to fall in love with him. Not that she'd dwelled on having a smaller chest much, because it's generally convenient as an aviator, but it was always something that made her self-conscious in bed. Since the night early in their relationship when she'd drunkenly apologized to him for it, Jake has always made sure she knows how much he adores her perfect little chest. Which isn't quite as little anymore.

She giggles and reassures him that he won't hurt her feelings for appreciating the change. "Okay, yes. You can enjoy those later." His face gets even redder. "Besides that, notice anything different?" She turns to the side as a hint.

He drags his gaze lower and the arousal blasts right out of his face. His jaw slackens, and his eyes are bright and already glistening when he looks back up at her. "Is that?" he checks but chokes up.

Natasha bites her lip, feeling tears prick at her own eyes in response to his. She cries at the sight of a dryer sheet on the floor these days so she's not going to be able to withstand him crying. She nods. He takes a step toward her then hesitates, and her heart clenches with guilt. The last time he'd touched her, trying to help while she threw up in a bag in their car, she'd pushed him away and yelled at him to leave her alone. After apologizing for lashing out, she'd miserably told him she needed space and watched as he hid his hurt while promising her he would do whatever she needed.

She reaches out and takes his hand to bring it to her stomach. His touch remains light and uncertain so she steps into it until his large palm lies flat across the bump of their baby. She closes her eyes, feeling the protective warmth and curve of his fingers, dry and slightly rough from the flour still on them. Relief washes over her when she realizes that she's missed his caresses, the tender way his thumb strokes across her skin, the firm pressure of his love expressed in a touch.

A warm drop hits her bare shoulder, and Natasha looks up to see Jake standing over her, tears running freely down the handsome planes of his face. A few get caught in the corners of his trembling smile. "Is that our baby, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," she says softly, her own vision blurry as she thumbs away the tears from his lips before standing on tiptoe to kiss him. "That's our baby, sweetheart."

As hungry as she is, Natasha doesn't want him to leave her yet. She leads him into the shower and settles her back into the curve of his solid chest. They stand under the water, his temple pressed to hers, arms circled around her and hands splayed over the little bulge of their baby.

"Jake?"

He squeezes her then starts to drop his hold, but she catches his arms. "No. I don't want you to let us go."

Jake kisses the curve of her ear. "I won't," he promises.

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Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

[awaywith-thefaeries]

IT’S HIS LOSS | b.bradshaw

pairing: bradley "rooster” bradshaw x roommate!reader

summary: after finding out your ex-boyfriend is now engaged, your day isn’t looking too great and you don't think it’s going to get much better, but your roommate Bradley has some other ideas

warnings: pure tooth-rotting fluff, reader being oblivious, rooster being whipped for his roommate

a/n: this is based on a couple tiktoks I saw recently, which wouldn't leave my brain so i wrote this

word count: 1.15k

masterlist

The soft scenes of your favorite tv show and the faint sounds of laughter coming through the open window are the only noises permeating the calm of your living room as you sit relaxing after your long day of grading tests and helping a few of your students with their projects. You had collapsed onto the couch the moment you got home, having just enough energy to kick your shoes off by the front door, but not enough to put them in their proper place, which you know will irk you later. But right now you can’t seem to find it in you to care, curling in between the pillows your roommate Bradley had insisted on buying for you for your birthday last month.

Breathing out a deep sigh, you wriggle your shoulders further into the cushions and reach for your phone, opening your social media apps for the first time since you woke up earlier. You scroll past the first few posts quickly, nothing of note catching your interest.

Just as you're getting ready to click off, planning on maybe taking a nap or something before Bradley gets back to the house and you two inevitably end up going out to the Hard Deck with your friends, your eyes catch on a familiar username, and you pause, thumb hovering over the screen for a moment, unsure whether or not to click.

Eventually, your curiosity gets the better of you and you click onto your ex-boyfriend's profile. You can't even count the number of times you had clicked on Eric's profile in the month since he had left you broken-hearted by running off into the arms of another woman, so you see the instant you click that he's finally posted a new picture. He hadn't posted since the breakup, and once again, your curiosity causes you to open the new post.

The picture shows Eric with his arms around a woman, smiling as she laughs and holds her left hand out to the camera, a sparkling ring resting on her finger.

she said yes! the caption reads, with a little ring and heart emoji, taunting you as you stare in shock at the picture.

A month.

One month, and he's already engaged to another woman.

God, you feel so stupid! You don't fall in love with someone enough to put a ring on it in one month. All the little things, things that should have been signs of infidelity in those last few months of your relationship with Eric start to pop into your thoughts, making you feel like the biggest idiot in the world. How could you have missed them?

Your heart aching, and thoughts of self-doubt swirling through your brain, you click off the app, turn your phone off and hurl it to the other couch, watching it flop facedown onto the cushions.

Grumbling to yourself about stupidity, you heave yourself off of the couch and head into the kitchen, returning moments later with a glass and a bottle of chardonnay, as well as a large blanket straight out of the dryer, still warm as you settle in for an evening of moping.

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Bagman: Hey, y'all coming to Hard Deck 2nite?

Bradley: Sure, give us like an hour, i'll get y/n on board and we'll head over

Bagman: cool, c u then

Grinning slightly at Jake's complete laziness with typing, Bradley pulls his car into the last empty space on the street, just a couple of houses down from your shared house. Grabbing the bag of takeout from your favorite Italian place in town from the passenger seat, he swings himself out of the truck and makes his way down the sidewalk, thinking up ways to get you to come with him for the evening.

Kicking his boots off on the porch, per your request a few months earlier after the 5th patch of dirt found it’s way into the foyer, Bradley scoops them up in his free hand, twisting the door handle and pushing into the foyer.

The first indication that something is off is the pair of bright white sneakers strewn in the middle of the entry hallway. In the 2 years you and Bradley had been roommates, he had only ever seen shoes off of the rack on two occasions.

Shit!

The second indication of something being wrong comes blaring from the living room, as Bradley drops his boots into their designated tray, and hangs his bag on its hook. He can just make out your voice singing along over the Taylor Swift song blaring through the houses speakers.

So I’ll watch your life in pictures, like I used to watch you sleep…

Tentatively, Bradley eases his way down the hall, careful not to startle you with any loud noises, and moves into the doorway just in time to see you raising your very full wine glass to your lips, taking a full gulp, as you stand on the sofa in the darkened living room.

You look up when Bradley shifts, and send him the most pathetic smile you can dredge up in the moment, unknowingly breaking your best friend/roommates heart at your expression.

“Alright, what have I walked into here?” Bradley jokes, wanting to wipe the sorrowful expression from your eyes as quick as possible. You start to giggle, spurring him on.

“I feel like, the music’s on, the wine’s out, we’ve got mood lighting, and I’ve got a bowl of carbonara with our names on it. Okay, we’re having sex on the sofa.”

You burst out laughing, thumping yourself back down into the cushions as Last Kiss continues playing, and Bradley smiles, a little tightly, glad he’s managed to get you laughing, even though your blatant laughter at the implication of sex with him stings a little more than it should.

After you’ve laughed for a good 45 seconds, you calm down enough to pause and take in Bradley, who’s still standing in the doorway.

“Brad? Are you ok?” You ask, watching his tight smile drop slightly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He says, perking up a little to quickly to be true but you don’t want to push him.

“You stay there, and I’ll go grab some utensils for this bad boy,” he says, patting the bag and turning to head into the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “and then you can tell me why we’re having a Ms Swift day, today!”

A muffled “okay” sounds from the mound of pillows and blankets on the sofa you’re currently lying under, and Bradley chuckles to himself as he pulls forks and spoons from a drawer, grabbing a beer from the fridge before shooting Hangman a text to let him know that you both won’t be going out and heading back into the living room.

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One and a half runs of Tangled later, the empty takeout boxes lay scattered on the coffee table and Bradley has joined you in the cocoon of pillows and blankets, polishing off his second can of beer as you lay on the couch together. You had explained everything to him over dinner, and then the two of you had gotten comfortable to watch some television.

You’re fiddling with a strand on the edge of one of your blankets when Bradley speaks.

“You know it’s his loss right?”

You glance over at him, eyes sweeping his face as he gazes right back at you, looking the tiniest bit shell shocked that he had spoken.

“What?”

“It’s his loss, that he’s not with you anymore. If I had you, I wouldn’t lose you.”

The old butterflies you had worked so hard to tame take flight in your stomach once again at the look Bradley is giving you, the tenderness in his eyes igniting a yearning that you thought you had gotten under control.

“Oh come on, I’m not that special.” You try to brush off, truly believing the words, the scars of Eric’s betrayal still stinging you.

Bradley doesn’t look pleased with the way you casually call yourself un-special. He sits up abruptly, reaching under the blankets til he finds your legs, and uses them to swing you around to that you’re facing him. His warm roughened hands cup your bare knees, and you barely manage to contain the shiver that runs over your skin at the contact.

“You’re not that special?” He asks, voice incredulous, making sure your holding eye contact with him.

“First of all, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” Your heart gives a dangerous thump at that comment, certain that your blushing and grateful that the only light in the room is coming from a few candles and the television screen.

“Second of all, you can make me laugh no matter what situation I’m in.” Bradley’s thumb starts rubbing gently over the space where your upper leg meets your lower leg, and your brain short circuits for a moment. A gentle squeeze to the other knee has you snapping back to attention, seeing Bradley smirking gently at you, still so tender it’s making your heart sing.

“And third of all, do you know how happy it makes me to know that you are the last person I get to see every single night before I go to bed, and the first person I see when I wake up in the morning? If I lost that I… I don’t think I’d survive….”

When Bradley finishes his mini rant, eyes still locked on yours and thumbs tracing little patterns on your skin, you can’t help but stare at him for a few moments, trying to grapple with the overwhelming sense of love for your best friend consuming you at this moment.

When you had first moved in with Bradley, you had connected super fast, forming an almost instant friendship. But over the first year, your platonic love for him had grown and transformed into something much deeper. Terrified of ruining your friendship, you had kept your feelings to yourself, and when Eric had come along, you had seen it as the perfect time to try and get your crush on your roommate under control.

You realize now that all you had managed to do was to pretend like the butterflies weren’t there whenever he walked into the room, or called you ‘pookie’ playfully ever since you’d watched Rent together. A quick rush of air leaves your lips and your head shakes slightly to the side as you take him in on the couch in front of you.

“What?” Bradley asks, fearing that he went to far and scared you off, “what is it?”

“Would it …” you can’t quite seem to dig up the courage to say what’s on your mind, letting your eyes drop from his down to land on his lips, “would it be really bad if I told you I wanted you to kiss me right now.”

The question leaves you in a whispered rush, and you still can’t bring your gaze up to meet his, fingers twisting into the blanket on your lap anxiously.

“Only if I didn’t want to kiss you back.”

Bradley’s confession is whispered, so low you’re not even sure if he actually said it.

“Do you?” You breathe, eyes trained downwards, muscles taught, nervous.

You’ve closed your eyes, so you don’t see Bradley’s hand come up until his thumb and forefinger are cupping your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

“I’d rather just show you,” he breathes, and then he’s leaning towards you and your eyes are falling shut once more.

When his lips brush over yours, soft at first and then with a little more urgency, something inside you feels like it clicks into place. You sigh into the kiss and open your mouth, allowing Bradley access. He responds and threads his hand through the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to deepen the embrace.

The two of you kiss and kiss, until you both run out of air and have to resurface for a moment. Bradley grins, and rests his forehead against yours, wrapping his arms around your lower back. You’ve ended up in his lap, and you snuggle deeper into his hold as his fingers slide through your hair.

“This is nice,” you whisper into his neck, all the heartache from earlier seeming to vanish for the night.

Bradley chuckles lightly and you feel his head lean to rest on the top of yours as he shuffles the two of you deeper into the pillow pile.

“Yeah, baby, this is nice.”

The last thing you feel as your body loses its battle against sleep, is the soft brush of Bradleys lips on your forehead and his fingers carding through you hair as sleep takes over.

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¡AVATAR DE JAKE SULLY X FEM! NA'VI.

part 1, part 2 soon on my profile, I'll try to learn how to link it here.

✰[ You entered the battlegroup led by Jake Sully. And it didn't take long for him to realize that you're a born follower]✰

Warnings:jealous jake, opportunistic jake, and… I don't know what else to put. read at your own risk

🤍[ friendly reminder: My native language is not English, don't hesitate to tell me if you see any spelling mistake. As long as they're nice.]🤍

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After the battle against the sky people, you decided to give up your position as an animal keeper in the village and joined the battle group.

Of course, at first it wasn't easy, you had less muscle mass than the females that belonged to the group and zero use of weapons, and although they were about to throw you out of the group because of your uselessness, something convinced the boss to keep you.

And it was not your improvement in the field of war, no, it was your great ability to listen and obey direct orders that convinced the great Toruk Makto to leave you, with the false promise that he would help improve your lack of training while the only thing What he was doing was selfishly preserving their interest.

Jake's interest in you dates back to the beginnings of his new life as a Navi It was at a time like any other, I was going straight to the tree of souls when you collided with it, murmuring a soft apology without looking into his eyes and continuing on your way.

he was captivated immediately coming to ask Tsutey and Neytiri insistently who you were and why I just saw you now. Receiving vague and inconclusive answers, he decided to leave the subject until there, wondering when he would take the courage to disappear from his system when he saw you.

until it happens, he sees you standing in the training row struggling to hold the bow in the most correct way possible and failing in the attempt and that's when he comes to you helping you in the same way that Neytiri helped him, trying to be as as close as possible to your environment making itself felt, but it didn't work, nothing did.

until one of the helpers arrives with the report that you will be kicked out of the group and he sees his opportunity, his opportunity to have you closer, to become someone you trust.

And he does it, little by little you are letting go of your shyness and that's when he notices it, no matter how absurd his request is, you do it without question, fulfilling his mandate to the letter and he loved it. but what he didn't love was how the new recruit has set his eyes on you and you do nothing to prevent him from doing it, giving him the sweet smiles that are supposed to be for him, saying good morning with that melodious voice that so much He likes it and worrying about the new one in everything that happened to him.

The straw that broke the camel's back for Jake was seeing how the new man put his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing them, raising one of his hands to one of your braids which he pulled playfully. When I see your blush, I can't stand it, I walk furiously towards you, interrupting the friendly chat they were having.

-You! - faces the subject with an annoyed face- don't you have anything better to do? instead of flirting?

-Y-yes, sir- upon noticing the angry face of his boss, the boy Navi runs away without even muttering a goodbye. His eyes roll to the back of his head with a snort. Is that the type of man you're looking for? Not to be cocky or arrogant but… he's a thousand times better match than that brat.

-And you- he goes towards you with a growl- you come with me- he starts walking without any kind of warning and you practically run to be at his side.

-Is something wrong, Mr. Sully? - You gasp a little tired from practically running - Have I done something wrong? - He stops dead and you imitate him. I turned to see you and you can see the anger in his eyes.

-Is it your partner?- You frown, confused.

-What do you mean?-

-That Navi, is he your partner? did you mate with him?-

You didn't understand the reason for his question, he was practically your teacher or trainer within the battle group, but, outside of it, your personal life doesn't have to matter. But you don't know if it's because of the obvious anger in his voice or the confidence he you developed from being around the male these last few months but you respond.

-No sir, we're just friends- his expression relaxes slightly and with a nod he walks again.

-Okay, don't talk to him again-

-Cla-clear sir- and may Eywa forgive him if he says he didn't want to take you at that very moment, your obedience set him off and he didn't understand how the hell you can be so faithful and obedient, waiting for his orders like a little puppy that is lost without his master.

He's fucking in love.

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