#it’s still very cute but we were so close

[poguehearted77]

Imagine y’all just had the fight of your lives (maybe over his dumb gun or something equally Rafe), but later when you’re lying on opposite sides of the bed, he reaches out and pulls you close and says somthing cute or annoying idk And then, oh my GOD—it’s slow, emotional, and HOT because making up with Rafe would be next-level intense. please i NEEED😫😩

OH MY GOD YES. SOME SWEET RAFE AND EVEN SWEETER MAKE UP SEX AFTER A HUGE FIGHT. NEED IT.

#2 from my drabble game

smut: penetrative sex, some praise, I love you's, unprotected sex

Rafe is in deep shit.

You know that, he knows that-- hell, even your pet beagle, Poppy knew it. For once, she bolted away the moment the front door opened, and your oh-so-handsome, conniving and deceitful boyfriend walked in instead of running towards him.

Rafe is a dead man walking. How ironic would it be if he were to die at your hands with the very same gun he'd promised you he'd gotten rid of.

His body goes rigid when he sees the weapon in your palm. A nervous gulp falls down his throat as he does his best to stand tall. "Where did you get that?" That's what he asks you, he should've never opened his mouth.

You scoff immediately, carelessly angling it around as your upset mannerisms control your arms. "Get it? You mean where did I find it." He doesn't respond which is a wise choice.

"Mr. Montogommery called me earlier, he was looking for you--said you weren't answering your phone. He asked me to leave you a message," You're pacing now, and it made Rafe nervous. You're a little crazy, but so was he. It's why you went so well together.

"Like the good girlfriend I am, I opened your office drawer for a sticky note to leave on your desk, but what did I find? The same gun you told me would never be back in the house, Rafe are you serious?!" Your arms are flailing and he's half-certain he'll catch a stray by the end of the conversation.

He steps towards you with his hands up cautiously, "Baby, give me the gun, and we can talk about this." You snap, "No! Why should I? You don't trust me with it? Why because it's dangerous? Because it could kill you! You're right, Rafe. Why didn't I think of that sooner--oh wait, I did! And you fucking lied to me, Rafe."

Your voice is enraged and bouncing off the ivory-panelled walls of the house but it dies down to a shaky one as tears threaten to spill over the brims of your eyes. "Y/n-" He holds his hand out for you, but you give him the gun instead.

You execute a sharp pivot on the tips of your toes, ready to walk away from him but he finally speaks up and you stop--not turning around, standing still, anticipating. "I'm not getting rid of the gun." It's all he says.

Had you been in the mood, you would've turned around, lounged at him and strangled him, but no, you just kept walking.

Your bedroom is freezing that night, despite it being the middle of summer, and it only gets colder everytime you glance towards Rafe as he gets ready for the bed you begrudgingly shared.

Your expression remains sour, even in your sleep, no matter how far away from your boyfriend you are. There's enough room to fit a full-grown adult between you. The isolation was holding the production of your melatonin hostage, forcing you both to lay awake, backs facing each other but hearts reaching out.

Rafe flips onto his side, staring longingly at the back of your frame. He missed you and you were right in front of him. "Baby," His voice is soft, and the pet name lands on you gently, a testament that your anger has subsided a bit.

You turn over, choosing to lie on your back and face the ceiling. You deem that he's undeserving to see your face at the moment. "I've got another gun in my nightstand." You blamed your miscomprehension on the late hours of the night because surely he did not just say what you think he said.

Rafe can see the way your chest began to rise and fall at a much more shallow pace, he had about five seconds to start explaining before you turned on him. "I told you about my past. I've done some bad things. 'Burying the hatchet' doesn't exist for everyone, and I want to be prepared for anything. When I look at a gun now, it's not a weapon anymore, it's a tool. It's protection."

Your breathing slowed, a little. He takes it as a good sign. "I can't lose you. If something happened to you when I could've prevented it, I'd never forgive myself, and I know you know that." He's right. You did know that. He dedicated his life to you, making sure that you knew that. "I shouldn't have lied about getting rid of it, and I'm sorry."

Your breathing returns to its normal pace. You lay on your side, now facing him. "Fine." Rafe scoots closer to you, a small grin working its way on his lips. "Fine?" You nod, "Yeah, fine. I forgive you, this time, but don't you ever pull some shit like this again or so help me god I will-" He quiets you with a sweet kiss.

Well, it started sweet at least.

Now you're both watching him slide in. Your warm cunt wrapped around his length delightfully. "You're fuckin' perfect, too good f'me." He groans into your ear. His muscular arms cage you in, and you've decided you'd be more than happy to die between them.

Your soft moans bounced off his brawny chest and right back in your face, "Feels so good, Rafe-" Yougaspedp as he picked up the pace, hips rolling into yours for a much deeper angle. Your back arches off the bed slightly as sweat rolls down your back and sticks to the sheets.

It wasn't long before you were both chasing your highs. Rafe always sounded so fucking hot when he was close, his deep groans pitching up to breathless whines when you purposefully clenched around him, threatening him to fill you up unrestrained. Once you came, he pulled out and finished on your heaving stomach, catching your breath.

He doesn't get off of you just yet. He balances himself on one forearm as the other hand comes up to gently move the strands of hair from your face, "I love you," he means it, his eyes say it when his mouth does. "I love you".

[keferon]

So I had ideas for Mecha Pilot AU while reading some of the things that other people have sent and those ideas turned into this!

Enjoy some Hot Rod shenanigans!

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

It starts when Hot Rod catches First Aid trying to smuggle a metal sheet out of the base. 

Well, no, it really started when the higher ups said that Jazz, allegedly, stole a half put together experimental mech unit. Which, Hot Rod would like to point out, makes absolutely no sense. Jazz is smart. If he was going to steal a mech, he’d wait until it was completely built and fully functional. No, there was something else going on and it had something to do with those strange upgrades that a few of the mechs got. Jazz had taken one look at them and booked it. 

Then immediately stole a half made mech that was completely covered in the stuff. 

All of this happening after he had been gone for months before mysteriously returning. 

Point is there’s something going on and it started with Jazz.

Presently, it has something to do with First Aid and the hunk of metal he’s carting around. 

The hunk of metal that looks like that strange upgraded plating. 

“Sooo…” Hot Rod says as he looks the other pilot over, “We stealing now?”

“No, I- this is- Vortex is up next for the-.”

“Nah man, you’re fine.” Hot Rod walks over to the back of the cart and places a hand on the metal. “I’m game for whatever we’re doing, I just want to know if we need to be sneaky.”

“It- what? We?”

“Yeah.” Hot Rod smiles and tilts his head to the side, like this was a given. “So, we stealing?”

First Aid gives him a look that’s a cross between befuddlement and scrutiny. It’s one he gets often, but the newer pilot seems well practiced with it. A solid eight out of ten honestly.

“This isn’t for profit.” First Aid says slowly. “And this isn’t for me.”

Hot Rod’s smile takes a slightly more feral edge. “Even better.”

_._._

Apparently Jazz has an alien robot boyfriend and the higher ups were using parts of his body for upgrades. 

Very morbid, but sadly not surprising.

They need to get as much of the original frame as possible back to Ratchet as that would make repairs easier. 

They’ve apparently been getting a lot of the pieces that had already been on other mechs through “collateral damage”.

First Aid had shrugged, “It’s not my fault if an upgraded mech gets between Vortex and a monster.”

The real tricky bits to get were the ones still on base and being tested. Which, for some reason, included an entire oversized thumb.

An oversized thumb he and First Aid are trying to sneak out from under Shockwave’s nose. 

“The rest of the hand was in random parts of the base.” Hot Rod mutters. “Why did the thumb need to be in such a secure area?”

“Complain louder. I don’t think the bugs heard you.” First Aid sasses in a hissed whisper. 

Hot Rod shivers at the reminder of Shockwave’s “helpers”. Knee high robots with four legs and a hexagonal face. They would’ve been cute had their singular yellow eye not reminded him of the eerie visage that is now the scientist's face. Shockwave used them to help in his work but to also keep an eye on his lab and the surrounding hallways. 

“Don’t even go there, Aid. You’ll end up jinxing-.”

His warning is interrupted by a faint skittering from around the next corner. 

“Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap.” Hot Rod looks around frantically before shoving himself, First Aid, and the thumb into the nearest door.

It turns out to be a closet. What kind of closet? Hot Rod doesn’t know and he refuses to find out. While it could be a normal supply closet, he’s not taking the chance that it could also be storage for strange and dubiously ethical experiments. 

So Hot Rod crams himself into the small space while keeping his eyes entirely focused on the door as he closes it. He and First Aid hold their breaths as the skittering of the bug gets louder, comes right in front of their hiding spot, then continues on without pause. 

They both let out sighs of relief and Hot Rod sets his forehead on the door. 

First Aid makes an inquiring hum. “There’s a vent in here. Think the thumb would fit?”

“Oh no.” Hot Rod says, face still against the door. “Do you have any idea how loud that would be? We aren’t dragging a large metal thumb through the metal vents and destroying our hearing with the echoing screeches.”

“Well, what do you propose we do then? Take it out the front door?”

_._._

“That never should have worked.” 

“You should never underestimate the power of looking like you know what you’re doing while carrying a box.”

“That never should have worked.”

Said large and long box holding the alien robot thumb sat innocently in the back seat of Hot Rod’s truck. 

_._._

“We need a movie for Rachet and Drift.”

Ratchet, who is helping Jazz repair Prowl, gives Hot Rod that “befuddled and scrutinizing” look that everyone seems to give him (A definite ten out of ten for Ratchet; truly a professional in giving out looks to others). “What?”

“Well, yeah! We’ve got Ratatouille for Jazz and Prowl. Aid and Vortex got a reverse Ratatouille-.”

“How’d you hear about that?” First Aid demands.

“Tailgate.” Hot Rod answers easily, then turns back to Ratchet to continue his previous thought. “So now we need to think of a movie for you and Drift!”

Ratchet’s eyes narrow in the unspoken promise of bad things to come. “No.”

Hot Rod, being the one who got a mech that catches on fire and made it work, takes Ratchet’s look as a challenge. He snaps his finger and points at the older man “I got it! ‘The Iron Giant’.”

Ratchet scoffs, rolls his eyes, and gets back to working in the alien robot’s arm. 

“What?” Jazz protests, while keeping his main focus on the internals of Prowl’s arm, “Iron Giant? Really? That’s a loose connection at best and you know it.”

“Oh? And do you have something better?” Hot Rod playfully challenges. 

“Dude, ‘Lilo and Stitch’ is right there.”

“How is that any better than mine?”

“Because War Crimes McGee here,” Jazz gestures to an amused looking Drift before getting back to his work, “is a better fit for Stitch than the Iron Giant any day of the week.”

Jazz may have a point, but while Hot Rod’s mom may have raised a fool, she definitely didn’t raise a quitter. 

“So Ratchet here tells Drift all about ohana and kicks off his character arc?”

“Not everything's one to one, Roddy. I’m not using Prowl to become the best chef is Paris. You just don’t want to admit I’m right.”

“I agree with Jazz.” First Aid cuts in. 

Hot Rod gives him a mock glare. “You’re just saying that so you won’t have to agree with me.”

First Aid shrugs. “True, but that doesn’t mean he’s wrong.”

“Children. The lot of you.” Ratchet grumbles. 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

And yeah! Ideas was mostly ‘Hey, they could probably have Vortex get pieces of Prowl back since fights like that are bound to be very chaotic and Vortex would have no hang ups about attacking allies every now and then’

It went further as the idea of Hot Rod and First Aid trying to do spy things and be sneaky but somehow succeeding due to Shenanigans was too funny to pass up XD

Loving this AU so far and all the cool stuff people are making for it!

OMG THE CHILDREN ARE STEALING FROM THE BIG CORPORATION IM SO PROUD OF THEM~~

Also the way all these different plot lines are crossing each other and occasionally coming together is just so cool I love it

Like, yeah we have fucked up horror, we have space drama, we have Lilo and Stitch aaaaand we have option to combine them together. Also now there is Shockwave so all the guys have the "free angst" option I gues ahahah

[xxgoldie]

lighter x reader, alcohol (lighter is drunk, nitro-fuel is alcoholic here), otherwise just pure fluff

thinking about lighter, stumbling up to you, the smell of nitro-fuel on his breath (and his shirt - he'd definitely spilled some on himself earlier, though with how unstable he was standing, you were hardly surprised). a bit of a party atmosphere had developed around steeltusk's bar tonight, and lighter had definitely had more than he should have. you had barely joined the gathering for a few minutes, relaxing a bit further from the bar, but as soon as he'd noticed you, he had made a (very wobbly) beeline for you.

"(Y/N)."

his hands went to your shoulder, using you to stabilise himself, even though his weight made you stumble a bit too.

"hi," you laughed, a rare sight to see the champion so discomposed, though he was looking into your eyes with a slightly nervewracking seriousness through those shades.

"we should get married."

it took you a couple beats to process his slurred words. heat rushed to your face, one you hoped, if someone noticed, you could blame on the one drink you'd had so far. you searched his face for the punchline, or any sort of elaboration. all you found was a similar searching - he was waiting for you to answer. he was almost pleading with his eyes, swaying a little from the alcohol - this was absurd.

"you are so drunk," was all you could muster, chuckling in disbelief. lighter collapsed against you, arms wrapping around your neck and head on your shoulder, and you swore you heard a very uncharacteristic whine leave his mouth.

"you don't want to marry me," he pouted - just how many drinks had burnice given him, that lighter lorenz, infamous red scarf of the sons of calydon, was pouting?

"hey, i didn't say that," you comforted him, instinctively petting his hair in a way he seemed to enjoy. and it wasn't a lie - it was something you had dreamed about several times, but... "i just feel like you've skipped a few steps here, you know? we're just friends, lighter. and you really are very drunk."

he picked himself up from your shoulder to look at you again, but he was so close this time, the tip of his nose barely an inch from yours, his full bodyweight still leaning on you. for the first time, you really realised the position the two of you were in, and so publicly, the crowded bar not far away. but you couldn't quite get yourself to focus on them, not when there was so little space between you, and his stupid handsome face took up your entire field of view. the musky scent of his cologne cut through the smell of nitro-fuel and it made your thoughts brain spin even more, so you waited for him to say something. you doubted you could come up with any more coherent thoughts.

"what's step one?" he said eventually. you frowned, not sure what he meant. "what?" "you said I skipped steps. what's step one?" "to marrying me??" "yeah."

once again, you had to pause to process. was this his weird, misguided, honestly really cute, way of confessing to you? there was no way - but there was a sincerity in his gaze that went past alcohol. the best answer would probably be 'ask me on a date when you're sober', but he was too pretty to be considering best answers, and your mouth moved faster than your brain did.

"probably this," you muttered, then pulled him forward by the scarf, closing the distance between you. even drunk, his reaction time was instantaneous - you were the one to initiate the kiss, but his hands were around your waist so quickly it surprised you, pulling you somehow even closer into him. it was clumsy but full of heat, and you could feel his mouth form a victorious grin against yours.

when you eventually pulled away, though, your gaze was immediately drawn away from his to the rest of the sons of calydon, who were whooping and cheering from the bar.

"yes! i told you it'd go well, lighter!" caesar called, shooting you a wink. Lighter only responded to her with a thumbs up, his head returning to rest on your shoulder again.

"did you tell him to do that?" you yelled back, head still reeling from the kiss.

"so what? neither of you were gonna take the leap sober," she replied, and you realised she wasn't behind his words - not intentionally, anyway.

"he proposed to me!"

a round of shocked laughter from the gang, except for lucy;

"he WHAT?"

i truly had no idea how to end this. but like. i love lighter so so much but i especially love him being dorky and down bad. wc: 757

[bohnerrific69]

WASTING TIME? ﾉ EKKO

pairing: alternative!ekko x fem!reader

blurb — theme/content: fluff. "angst" if you squint? idk. reader has fomo (fear of missing out) implied. it's ekko from s2 ep7. ꒰ word count: 960 ꒱

"babe?..." you said as appeared on ekko's room door, seeing him sat in front of his desk with a million papers above, his inventor plan of attack as he liked to call. he was resting his face in one of his hands while his elbows were resting on the table and its papers.

"hm? yes miss? whatcha need?" he rubbed his eyes and mumbled without looking at you, from far away you could notice a little smile appearing on his face, making yourself smile too knowing that his one it was because of your presence. it was like this since your relationship started, being on the same tune, contagious.

"you done? i mean... doesn't look very done to me, but..." you replied while getting steps closer to his desk, contouring his body just to being up behind him, leaning down to put support your hands on his shoulders. "just checkin' you up.”

"ah, i think i am really on the final steps to conclude this... am only securing it all goes fine," ekko muttered concentrated doing some more scribbles, at the same time using his left hand to catch one of yours from his shoulders, bringing it closer to his face so he could kiss the inner palm of your hand, making you smile. "besides... why the shawty is awakened this hour?”

"aah i- i missed you on the bed, the usual..." you yawned lazily and leaned all your body on his, being with your chin above his head and arms wrapped around his neck. his body heat was radiating and smelling so good as he took a bath some minutes before, making you sniff his hair just to feel the loveable coconut shampoo smell that you buyed for him.

“i am managing my time very well lately and the project is in the dead end, this time it's the only last time i'll be overworking, ‘kay?” he giggled at your sniffing on his hair, at this point it turned out to become common you doing this, it was cute; lifting his head to look at you, endened giving you free access to kiss his forehead, as you should and did.

“i know… i just can't sleep because of that thing,” you pointed out with your chin the blackboard on the wall with various drawings about this new invention. “i don't want to not be here when you finish this…,” you sighed, catching a chair nearby and sitting really close at ekko's side.

your sudden change from a tired expression to a worried and sadden one was not missed by him, who quickly dropped his pencil at the desk and turned his torso to look at you directly with those frowned big eyes so sweet of him. “babe? what is wrong? you- you don't need to worry about that.”

“nah… just some bullshits passing through my mind… i'm tired, only that.” you looked away from his gaze and scratched your forehead, squirming on the chair a little to see if it could make you comfortable to talk about the subject. it wasn't helping, you're not the kind of person who likes to talk about serious things like this. always praying and hoping for better days, trying to ignore the rocks life throws at you, till you reach the limit and suddenly explodes as a tiny thing goes wrong. like this you wouldn’t worry anyone but only yourself.

“hey, i know when something is wrong with you…” but of course he knew, ekko being your best friend who turn out to be your boyfriend, always being a great observant to notice every detail of you, and care about each one of them. that's why it was so easy for you to fall for him. 

“it's that thing we talked about before?” he asked while softly catched your chin with one of his hands to make you lock eyes with him, he looked so worried and still so caringly about you, it made your butterflies on the stomach do flips. “y-yeah… it's making me anxious…”

“hey, you’re not- you don't lose anything not being here when i finish this…,” he fixed his posture on the chair, quickly catching your hand and intertwining your fingers. “i promised you that everything that i create, you will be the first eyes besides mine that will appreciate it when finished. just because it's not your thang to understand inventions, or not being here when i end those things… doesn't mean you're less of a girlfriend or bad person.”

ekko was so damn comprehensible with everyone, and mainly you, that it made you heart aches everytime you had every time you had a moment of low self-esteem and your anxiety spoke louder. but he was always so careful and always knew what to say to calm and reassure you, how can you not love him?

“and not to forget too, you're never gonna not be enough for me, never. you heard me?” you felt that warm and asphyxiating feeling gathering on your throat wanting to cry but holded enough and only sighed tired, giving him an agreeing smile. “i know… i'm sorry for-” 

“don't need to apologize babe, i understand you…” he pulled you to make you sit on his lap, hugging your waist, making you feel safe. “life is stressing me out these days ekko, but… you make it better,” you mumbled on his neck, hugging him back and closing your eyes.

“i love you” he replied, by the proximity you could know and feel that he was smiling. “i love you more” and now you too.

(...)

after spending some minutes staying like this you happened to start sleeping, there, on ekko’s arms and lap while he continued finishing his invention, feeling safe, loved and enough.

a/n: this was writed only for satisfy myself! i love him so much, i'm so enchanted. ngl, write the universe from s2 ep7 it's easy for me😭 he's still the same but i love how there's no conflicts around. this is the actually the third writing piece i post here, i hope you enjoyed and it's not ooc, writed this while almost sleeping. (i edited this ekko image here.

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“Who’s idea was this?” Sebastian scowled at the bottle, looking as if he was about to burn through it with his eyes. He looked up at Damien, who was sitting uncharacteristically quietly, his face tinted a pretty pink as he waved at Sebastian, who groaned dramatically, unamused. Even the boy’s blush was cute.

“Go for it, Seb!” Tori cheered, taking a swig of her bottle. She wasn’t quite drunk yet, though she was leaning on Poppy’s shoulder for support.

“Yeah!” Val joined in, closing her bottle of black nail polish, “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!”

The rest of the group slowly joined in her little mantra, watching Sebastian flush.

“Fine!” He exclaimed, grabbing Damien by the front of his shirt and kissing him. Ellie let out a sharp wolf whistle, and the group cheered. Sebastian pulled back, looking very flushed and not at all as confident as he usually was. He shrugged, pretending like it was no big deal. Damien sat awfully still, gaping slightly, before shakily saying, “he’s not a bad kisser”, to which everyone laughed.

“My turn!” James declared with a grin.

“I don't think he should be here, he’s already snogged everyone in this circle.” Cal snorted.

“It's not like you can cheat in this game,” Matty said very matter-of-factly.

“Get on with it, James,” Ale rolled his eyes, and James stuck his tongue out at him. And so the game went on. By one in the morning, everyone had probably kissed at least three people in the circle, if not more, and everyone was starting to get bored. Florence had refused to participate,despite James calling him a spoil-sport, and so he was keeping score of who kissed whom. So far, Tori was ‘winning’, as she claimed, despite James’ furious protests that there was no winner, and if there was, it'd be him. Tori had kissed Jo, Ale and Damien already.

“I’ll admit it,” She exclaimed with a burp as the game was coming to an end, clearly drunk, “I was disappointed that I didn't get to kiss Poppy.”

Poppy, who had gone a bright shade of red, reached out to place a hand on Tori’s cheek.

“You should just kiss me anyway,” she said bashfully, blushing as someone let out a wolf whistle.

“I sense love in the air,” Alex said with a dreamy grin, glazing at Cassie, “if only it were for me.”

Alvin elbowed him.

“Love is for the foolish,” Florence, who’d barely said a word the whole time, snorted as Tori finally gave in and kissed Poppy.

“Oh, you won't be saying that when someone sweeps you off your feet.” Matty shrugged, “I think it’s rather sweet.”

“I think you’re rather sweet,” Alvin said with a wink. Matty blushed, dropping her chocolate.

“Great, here we go again, is tonight ‘world get laid’ night? Why didn’t I get the memo?” Ale rolled his eyes with a mock pout.

“Be patient, Ale, your time will come.” Cal grinned.

“You sound like you’re announcing his death,” James grinned as that prompted an almost silent giggle out of Florence. James then turned and began braiding sections of Cassie’s hair, oblivious to the death glares Alex was shooting at him.

“Do you reckon I can fit twenty marshmallows in my mouth?” Tori grinned, holding up a bag of marshmallows.

“You're a hazard to society” Ominis scowled.

“And a coward. Do thirty” James grinned.

“Woah, Jamie, who taught you to braid?” Cassie said with wide eyes, holding a mirror up to admire her new hairstyle.

“Mum used to call it a necessary gentleman skill” James grinned.

“I’ll say!” Jo gushed, sitting down next to James, “Do mine next!”

“Alright, alright, ladies, get in line” James grins, “Lads? Watch and learn, you take a tripled segment of hair-”

“You’re making crap up now” Cassie spluttered, hiding her mouth behind her hand as she laughed, “don’t act like you're using fancy terminology to show off.”

Once Jo, Cassie, Matty, Tori and even Damien all had matching hairstyles (Tori's was a bit wonky because she kept giggling) and everyone had calmed down a little, they decided to start thinking about going to bed. Alvin, ever the sensible one, went about fluffing pillows and setting out mattresses that the Room of Requirement had provided. The calmness kept up for a record of a whole fifteen minutes before Tori made a fake farting sound, causing the whole room to erupt in giggles again.

“Infants, the lot of you” Ominis scoffed, looking to Florence. The two usually agreed on everything, but this time, Florence was hiding a smile.

“Absolutely,” he agreed, and Ominis was oblivious to his obvious hypocrisy.

“This is going to be a long night” Ominis sighed.

[arminhug]

lame first dates || armin arlert x reader

read it on ao3 here!

synopsis: on a warm spring day outside, your close friend armin tells you his ideal first date. if only it could be you on that date…

notes: gn! reader, friends to lovers, one-shot, mad fluff, loosely implied college! au if you really squint, armin and reader being bookworms, just some cute friends to lovers with a healthy dose of awkwardness, also you're vegetarian in this bc i couldn't think of another way to make cooking for someone more awkward, but this is only alluded to once

song rec: bleached by video days

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

“That’s lame!”

He blinks at me, doe eyes wide and brows furrowed in almost comical confusion. Blinks again. Pushes his hands back into the plush grass. “How is it lame?” he inquires.

“Why did you agree to get coffee as a first date if caffeine makes you anxious? God, as if first dates aren’t already stressful enough!”

“Look, okay!” Armin is grinning, and I breathe out in relief, knowing I have not actually upset him. His animate face is bridled by the April sunshine, and I am struggling to take my eyes off him. Oh God, am I staring? I hope I’m not staring. “They were really pretty. I mean, out of my league pretty. I was in no position to start negotiating.”

“Why not? There’s nothing wrong with both having input in a first date. If anything it’s telling.”

“How?”

“If they get angry at you for negotiating the date, that’s a red flag.” I say definitively.

“Well, that’s you,” Armin emphasises, lying back into the grass. His left hand rests lazily against his button nose to shield out the clear sky. “You’re more assertive than me. I was just thrilled they actually wanted to go on a date me.”

“So where did that go?” I ask tentatively.

“It didn’t work out. We went on a few dates, but they told me it just wasn’t clicking. That’s fair enough, I guess, but I still felt… bad. Like I obviously wasn’t good enough for them. Why would I be?” he turns to me, pursing his lips. “Sorry, I know I’m being a little melodramatic.”

“No, I get it. I mean, you definitely are good enough. But you’re always gonna feel shitty after being rejected.”

“Yeah.”

“So, when was this? I don’t remember you seeing somebody.”

“Start of the year. But it was a few dates, not a wedding plan. I just don’t feel the need to broadcast if I’m going on a couple of dates to the entire group. Unless they ask, of course.”

“Well,” I start, meeting his eyes with a smile. “I was expecting at least a little change in behaviour, surely? Maybe a spring in the step, a little bit more energy, high on life and love and all that jazz?” I enunciate with a flair of my hands.

“Not really. Maybe that was telling that there was nothing there. After all, the dates were all standard… kind of awkward at times, but like I said, I was grateful somebody that pretty desired me.”

I’m trying not to cringe at how much he is saying this person is attractive. Seriously Armin, I get it. They were a god of aesthetic desire, no need to rub it in. Change the subject, I tell myself, teeth on my bottom lip. “Define standard dates.” I state.

“Oh, you know… dinner, a movie, coffee shops. I like the time I spend to be more imaginative and personal.”

“So what’s an imaginative date, then? What’s the ideal first date for you?”

Armin groans emphatically, shaking his head. “If you think coffee shop is lame, you are going to hate my ideal first date.”

“Bet I won’t,” I shoot back, leaning forward.

“Well,” he starts, then immediately rolls over, hiding his face with a groan, which is so cute it makes me want to burst. “You are seriously going to think I’m so lame!”

“I could never think you are lame, Arlert! I only thought the idea of you going to spike your anxiety levels on a generally very anxiety inducing conquest was lame, that’s all. Tell me!” I emphasise the last two words with a tentative shake of his shoulder, a feather light touch, hoping the contact will get him to open up.

“Fine! My ideal date is a day like this. Sometimes I imagine it at the beach, but we live nowhere near one, and they’d be busy anyway. I want a quiet spot in nature, somewhere me and my date can be alone–”

“Ooh, you’re gonna get freaky!” I jibe.

“Not like that!” his head shoots up, and as I suspected, his cheeks are already slightly flushed. Although I tease him about it, I find how easily he goes red to be one of his sweetest quirks. “I just want somewhere we– my date and I– would have some quiet.”

“Interesting, so we’d– you’d find somewhere like this,” I motion to the undisturbed corner of grass we have secured on the green, where fronds of tallgrass and milkweed encircle our undisturbed patch of greenery against young trees. The picnic bench, heavy with peeling green paint and student graffiti dating back years, is unused by us as we opt for the floor to vantage the serene lake. “Why do you need quiet?” I continue, genuinely wanting to know more.

“Well, yeah, here would be an ideal location. It’d just be nice to have the solitude, I guess. Plus, I’d bring a picnic–”

“Oh my God!”

Armin buries his face once more. “See? I knew you’d think it’s lame!”

“No, no! That’s so cute! I would never forget it if somebody made me a picnic,” I sigh dreamily, lying down next to him with just enough space between us for it to not seem flirtatious. As much as I want to flirt, to let him know how lovely I find him, I can never quite gauge if it would be reciprocated. He’s currently one of my closest friends; if he’s not willing to take it any further, I would rather let the feelings die, albeit painfully, on their own, and resume our friendship, rather than make him uncomfortable. The trouble is, Armin is painfully shy. If there is anything between us, he does a great job of hiding it, and judging by the recounts of people always asking him out, I wonder if he would ever make a move on me even if he did feel the same way.

“So nobody’s ever made you a picnic? I find that hard to believe.” he mumbles, peeking one eye towards me behind messy tufts of honey blonde hair and daisies.

“No, they have not!” I state dramatically, crossing my arms. “I got cooked dinner once, but they made it with meat. I literally told them I didn’t… hang on, what do you mean it’s hard to believe? Am I royalty who deserves picnics made for them on every date I go on?” A beat passes from my inquiry, and my heart skips. While only meaning it as a joke, I am more curious than ever to know what he is thinking right now.

“I just find it surprising that someone like you… I mean, it’s just weird. I thought you would have been taken on a lot of lovely dates.”

“Not really, actually. There’s been some nice ones, but none that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. Anyway, enough about my dates, I want to hear more about this ideal picnic first date!”

“Okay, so I’d prepare a picnic. Nothing too extravagant, just some berries, sandwiches. Maybe I’d make some cookies, or maybe ask if there’s anything they’d like to bring along. Before we arrived, I’d ask them to bring their favourite book, and I’d bring mine. Then, after we got comfortable, we’d swap books and read. I think it’d just be a lovely way to get to know the other person. You can tell a lot about a person by their favourite book.”

Oh my God. He’s so cute. I can’t stop myself smiling, instantly fantasising about how much I want to be the person who he takes on this picnic date.

“Your silence speaks volumes.” he shoots, his voice muffled.

“Armin!” I shout, louder than intended. “If somebody did that for my first date, I’d ask for their hand in marriage. That’s such a romantic idea! My silence is speaking the volumes of ‘holy shit, I wish I could have a first date like that’.”

“You think so?”

“Yes! You could get anyone you wanted if you planned that as a date. You should ask the next person you find cute what their favourite thing to bring on a picnic is, you'll be married by the end of the day." I assert hyperbolically.

“I seriously can’t asking people out. If I could… well.” he falters, furrows his brow and sighs. “Hey, what’s your favourite book?”

My body shoots full of adrenaline. Is he coming on to me? Or am I reading way too much into this? That's got to be a come on, right?

“Well, I have a few favourites, but the best I’ve read recently is Circe by Madeleine Miller.”

“Oh!” he exclaims with the sweetest grin, his eyes wide. “I loved Song of Achilles, but I never got round to Circe.”

Shoot your shot, shoot your shot, shoot your shot. I cannot stop my mind running, daring to ask if he’d like to read it, insinuating the date.

“What’s your favourite?” I enquire. I decide to test the waters. “What book would you bring to this picnic date… if I brought Circe?” Was that a bit too much testing of the waters? Oh, God. He shrouds his head with his bare arms, and I am weighing up whether this is because I’ve pushed it too far or if he’s blushing.

“Uh… well I have a lot of favourites, like you. But I’d most likely bring Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood. It’s something I read when I was young, much too young to fully understand the depth of the nuances, but it always stayed with me. As I got older, I reread it over and over and I was more immersed each time. It’s one of her best works, I’d even say it’s on the level with The Handmaid’s Tale.” During his rambles, he pokes his head up, clearly lost in the world of the book he describes to me. That’s when I am shot through with another course of adrenaline, desperately fighting any visible tells of excitement. He is blushing!

“Huh,” I muse. “Not read that one, only The Handmaid’s Tale and The Testaments.”

“So… we’ve both not read each other’s favourite books, huh?” he says quietly, pushing himself up onto his forearms and turning his head. He begins to bend his fingers against each other. I am absentmindedly biting my thumbnail, wondering if either of us might ask.

Fuck it.

“Um… no hard feelings if not–”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to, but–”

We both start in unison. Pause. Make direct eye contact.

“You go.” Again, in unison, before laughing nervously.

“Seriously, you can go first!” I gesture, wondering if he will really ask me.

He shakes his head shyly. “You go.”

“Well… if you’re going to ask what I think you are, then I want to hear you say it!” I tell him.

“So, what do you think I’m going to ask?”

“If you wanted to do that date together!” I blurt, then reel. Oh, that sly bastard. He’s gotten me to say it first.

“Yeah… I’d like that, (y/n).”

“Okay, cool.” I respond, internally smacking myself. Okay, cool? Who says okay, cool? “I mean,” I rectify, fidgeting. “That’d be really nice. When? Is here okay? Wait, I’m totally rambling, aren’t I? Sorry, I just…”

“No it’s okay! I… I was nervous too. Are you free tomorrow? Or is that too soon–”

“No, not too soon! What about a time?

“Noon okay? I mean, it doesn’t have to be, but–” We are both stumbling over words, rebuttals, speaking quickly and correcting ourselves on our own words. But we are also both grinning uncontrollably. I sigh, taking a moment.

“Noon would be great. Would you like me to bring anything? Drinks, or snacks?”

“Well, I can take care of sandwiches and fruits. If you could bring any drinks you like or some other small snacks, that’d be lovely.”

“No problem! But I have one question… are you really going to make me cookies?”

Armin exhales through his nose, shaking his head. Then he does something uncharacteristically bold; takes my hand and squeezes it briefly.

“For you, I think I can do that.”

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(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| [Loop] [(Saffron)]

[A:3 C:51]

"I-I'm just, worried. . ."

". . Me too, Sif."

(You and Isabeau were getting ready to sleep; teeth all brushed and picked. Now you were just chatting while getting into your sleepers. The house only had three bedrooms. Ramos was still holed up in their room, the siblings and Mirabelle took the master bedroom, and Odile happily took the smaller guest room. That left you and Isabeau with the couch.)

". . . Do you think they'll come out tomorrow?" (You continue, putting your shirt on.) "It's just, been a whole day, s-so. . ."

"I, hope so." (Isa sounds as worried as you are.) "If they don't come out tomorrow, lets try and cheer em up, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan. All dressed by the way."

"Same here!" (With that you turn around to see Isabeau all cute and ready for a good nights rest. Stars. . .)

". . ." (You glance at the couch.) ". . . Heh, I think it'll be a squeeze."

"Well I think we can work it out." (He smiles, laying down on the couch with his arms open.) "See? Plenty of room!"

"O-oh-!" (You stand up very straight, face feeling hot.)

". . . Too much?"

"N-nonononononotatall!" (You go over and collapse into his arms. And moment later, the warm blankets were holding you both close.)

(You're both quiet, probably very, very embarressed. Isabeau puts a hand on your head. You shift a bit and look up at him. Stars, he's so, so cute. . . You're not sure how you survived all these years, all those loops, without being close like this.)

". . . You're, really soft." (You mumble.)

"!!!!!" (His face lights up, then looks away.) "W-well, uh, you're, you're really warm?"

(You laugh softly at that.) "You're warm too, Isa~"

"H-hey-" (He covers his face with the free hand.) "No fair."

"What, you want me to call you cute, next?" (You giggle.) "Or maybe, I could. . ."

(He glances at you, still hiding behind the hand.) ". . . Y-you could. . ?"

"Maybe. . ." (You reach up, putting a hand over the one he was hiding behind. You move up, getting face to face.)

(He moves his hand away, blushing hard. Your heart was pounding, he was so cute, so kind and nice, and, understanding! You could trust him! A-and, you wanted, to. . .)

(Your hand moves down the side of his head, down to his neck. You lean down, closer, closer, closer--)

[(Your eyes are bigger than your stomach.)]

(You jolt back, excitement replaced by terror. That look on his face, those wide eyes, it was, it was, like, like, n-no you, you didn't, you didn't do anything you didn't want to hurt him you didn't want to you didn't you didn't want to, t-to)

"Hey hey it's okay, it's okay, it's okay." (He talked so softly to you, a hand gently touching your cheek.) "It's alright, I promise, okay? I'm okay, you're okay, right?"

(Your heart won't stop beating. You lean into his touch. . .)

". . . . . Bad memory?" (He asks.)

(You nod.)

"Wanna talk about it?"

(. . . You, nod-)

"I'm not forcing it, okay? You don't need to right away, okay?"

(. . .) "O-okay. . ."

(You slowly relax, laying on Isabeaus chest, listening to his heart. Its beating drowned out your own.)

". . . W-we can, talk about it, tomorrow?"

". . ." (You feel his hand in your hair again. You close your eye.) "Yeah. . ."

"Sleep?" (Isa asks.)

"Mmhm. . ."

"Okay, g'night, Sif." (He moves, and blows out the lamp giving light.) "I, I love you, Siffrin."

"I love you too, Isa. . ." (Your body felt so heavy, sleepy. . .) "I wanna, kiss, you. . ."

(Before you knew it, you were asleep.)

>>>

(You were staring at the wall in the middle of the night.)

(Isabeau was still fast asleep, lucky guy, but you had a nightmare. You couldn't get to sleep again, so, you just, stared at the wall. Not wanting to disturb him.)

(. . . You were starting to get used to the noises of the night, it was a whole lot of nothing.)

(. . . Heh, nothing.)

(. . . . . .)

(Why were you scared about kissing him? It wouldn't happen again. He wanted to kiss you, you wanted to kiss him. So why. . .)

(You close your eye again. Maybe this time. . .)

(. . . . . . . . . . .)

(. . . . No, that, wasn't going to work. You sigh softly. If you couldn't sleep, then maybe at least you could go stargazing. Yeah, that might help. Or make it worse. . . You really should stay here, or just stargaze in the front garden, but. . .)

(. . . Oh blind it all- You move very, very slowly. Carefully plucking yourself from the arms of the gentle giant Isabeau. You place the blanket over him, he was still fast asleep. You lean down to plant a kiss on his forehead, hesitate, then move to the stairs. You want to get onto the roof, as close as you could be to the stars.)

(You were very careful not to make a sound, sticking to the side of the staircase where the wood was sturdy. There was a window at the end of the hall. Yeah, that should work.)

(You walk slowly down the hall. Past the master bedroom, guest room, and, Ramos' room. . . You pause at their door. Maybe you could check on them, just in case! Y'know, if they want to. . . Nevermind.)

(You turn to continue walking down the hall when you hear it. A soft sound, a soft, crying? You pause, listening, that was definitely crying. You turn back to the door and put an ear to it.)

(. . . .)

(You take your ear back, and place your hand over the door handle, and. . . You breathe in, and out. You open the door.)

(The room was a nice size, it had a queen sized bed, some art on the walls, alongside a darkless mask. There was a bookshelf, and a desk; as well as a bucket in the corner with gardening tools. Toy weapons leaned on a wall, and, stepping in further, you could see some playing cards had fallen from the desk.)

(there was a person shaped lump in bed sheets making a quiet sobbing noises. You carefully close the door behind you and step closer.)

". . . Ramos?" (You whisper.)

(The lump moved a little.)

". . . Can't sleep?"

(The lump mumbles something. You step closer.)

". . . Do you, want to, talk about it?"

". . ." (The lump curls up tighter) ". . . Go away."

(Oh. . . You look away, rubbing your shoulder.) ". . W-well, if I could help, with. ."

"I said go away." (They were getting more annoyed.)

(You look at the door leading out. Maybe you should. . .)

(No. You're not running away from this. You sit down on the bed.) "I'm, not going to just go away, Ramos."

". . ."

". . ." (You take a small breath.) ". . . I'm sorry about Eri, Ramos."

". . . Why are you talking to me?"

(You pause, then reach out, and place a hand on their shoulder. Or what you presume to be their shoulder.) "Because, because you're important to me, Ramos."

". . . Don't lie to me." (The lump shifts, and eventually Ramos' head pops out from the covers. They looked very tired, like they had been crying all day.) "J-just, just go away already."

"Huh?!?" (Lie?) "I'm not lying to you, Ramos, I promise you really are important to me-"

"No I'm not!" (They cut you off, and look away.) "I'm nothing to you! A nobody, a weed, a stagehand."

"That's not true!" (You move a bit closer to them.) "Y-you're, really important. And you've helped so much already, s-so. ."

"You have your perfect little family already, it's fine." (They hold their head down.) "It's FINE! I'm just stupid for trying to butt in on that. Why would you want me anyways."

"But I-"

"Stop talking and go away!" (They rub their hair in frustration.) "Why are you teasing me like this. I'll just, stay in this room till I die. That's what I'll do! It's fine because I'll just be ignored like how you ignored that stupid blinding crush!"

(They cut you off again.) "Yeah let's just ignore it and let you figure it out! Sure, how funny! A funny prank to play on me, you'd just leave me here once we got here, huh? And avoid the topic at all costs?!? Just say you don't love me already and get it over with!!"

(They're crying, breaking down, head in their hands. You, you didn't know what to tell them. If they didn't believe you, then, then. . . .)

(. . . No, no you knew what you had to do. You pull yourself fully onto the bed and reach out to them.)

". . . Ramos." (You say in a steady voice.) "Look at me."

"No!" (They recoil.) "Just, just--"

"Ramos." (O-kay that was a new tone of voice.) "Look. At. Me."

(They stay still for what felt like several minutes, until they slowly turned to look at you. You put a hand on each of their shoulders.)

(You looked at them dead in the eye.) ". . . I'm sorry. Okay?"

". . . . Why. . ?" (Ramos looked away.) "You didn't. . ."

"Look at me." (They wince, and look at you. You continue.) "I'm sorry, because I didn't tell you what our plan was, okay?"

". . . Plan?"

"Yeah! Well, deal, really." (You smile softly, keeping your eye on Ramos.) "The others had until we got here to give me a good reason not to, w-well, y'know. . . And, if, they didn't find anything, then after I talked to Eri, I could. . ."

". . ." (Ramos looks away, sad, then back to you when you breathe in.) ". . . Y-you, were thinking, about. . ."

"Every day." (You move a bit closer.) "I, I've been thinking about it every day. Every moment. Every second I wished that they wouldn't find anything. I hoped that I wasn't just being a hopeful idiot."

(They don't respond. You continue.) ". . . D-do, do you know what they found, Ramos? All that intimidation, all their digging, all those threats?"

". . . What did they. . ?"

(You smile.) "Nothing."

(Ramos' eyes widen a little, you continue talking.) "They couldn't find a single little reason to not trust you."

". . . B-but-"

"And," (You interrupt.) "I, also found something out, too, okay?"

". . . S-siffrin. . ."

"Ramos. . ." (Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Here goes nothing.) "I. . . I. . . I-I. . ."

"Siffrin, y-you don't, need to-"

"I love you, Ramos."

(It's like time stopped. The words left your mouth, you couldn't stuff the back in now. You weren't going to loop back, you weren't going to try and cover yourself. It was the truth. It was what you needed to say. What you needed to get out.)

(Ramos' face was impossible to read. The emotions they must be feeling right now, after everything they've gone through. . . But, you said it. You said it, and you were going to stick with them.)

"You. . . ." (They're breathing faster and faster.) ". . . Y-you, you don't, d-don't need to, to. . ."

"I'll say it again if you want." (You smile big and wide.) "I love you."

"B-but you, you don't! Right?!?" (They're hyperventilating, putting a shaky hand to your arm.) "You don't, d-d-don't need to fake that t-to make me feel b-b-better!"

"I'm not faking it." (You laugh a little.) "I'm serious. Super serious, super duper serious."

"D-don't lie to me!!" (They push one of your arms off and look away.) "I-is this a prank?!? W-who, who put you up, to. ."

"Ramos! I'm not-"

"I don't believe you!"

(. . . BLIND IT ALL! FINE!)

(You shuffle closer.) "I could kiss you, would that prove it?"

(Ramos head whips back around, eyes very wide.) ". . . P-please stop messing with me."

"I'm not messing with you." (You lean in, slowly.) "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"I-" (They're shaking so hard, and finding it hard to talk.) "B-but, y-you don't. . ."

"I do."

"But-"

"I really, really do."

"I-I-- But, you DON'T!! I know you don't love me so, s-so--" (Ramos looks at you, then away, back, away, back, and then shuts their eyes tight and groans, ruffling their hair.) "Fine!! If you really do love me then just kiss me!! But you wont because I know you don't really-"

(You shut them up with a kiss.)

(For the second time in the night, everything stopped. In that moment, you could have heard a fly cough. You hold the kiss for a few moments, your mouth on theirs. You didn't push hard, just, holding it there, until, eventually, you pull away.)

(Ramos didn't move, the shock on their face was as obvious as the sun in the sky. You rub your mouth, blushing like crazy. Parts of your head were screaming in embarressment, you ignored them.)

". . . I guess, I really do love you." (You giggle softly, and move closer.) "Still there, Ramos?"

(They nod shakily.)

". . . Was that okay?"

(There's a pause, then another nod.)

"Okaygood- U-uh, do you still not believe me?"

(. . . Ramos shakes their head.)

"Having trouble talking?"

(Another shakey nod, you giggle again, then lean in closer.)

"Oh wait I know, I probably just stole your voice, sorry. Here, let me put it back." (You kiss them again.)

(This time you hear a squeak, and it takes you a second to realize it came from Ramos. A few seconds later, you felt an arm around your back.)

(You pull away again.) "Better?"

". . . . Y-yeah-" (They squeak again, breathing very, very fast.) ". . . Uh, S-siffrin. . ?"

"Yeah?" (Your arms move to wrap around them.)

"I-I. . ." (Ramos moves closer, embracing you in both arms now.) "I. . I-I love you, Siffrin."

"I love you too, Ramos." (You put your forehead to theirs.) ". . . More kisses?"

"Please-"

"Coming right up~"

>>>

(Isabeau)

"Have you guys seen Sif?"

(Bonnie and Nille were up early making breakfast. Through some miracle, they hadn't woken you up with all their moving around and sibling banter.)

"Nope." (Nille comments, beating some eggs.) "I think they mighta' gone out early."

"Nuh uh!" (Bonnie pipes up.) "Cloak's still here, dagger too."

"Huh! Weird!" (You yawn and turn to leave.) "I'll go ask M'dame and Mirabelle, then."

"Oh real quick!" (Nille runs over and hands you a small plate of food.) "Run this up to Ramos, will ya?"

"Will do!" (You take the plate and head upstairs. You and Sif fell asleep together, and he was just, the cutest!! But you were worried!! They must have slipped out of your arms, and, what if they ran away or something?!? Or went after Perci by themself, or, maybe. . .)

(Stop thinking!!! It's, it's fine! Nothing's wrong, just, just, o-okay!)

(You walk to Ramos' door, and pause. You're worried about Ramos, too. Maybe they'll run away as well, or, do something worse. After something like a parent dying. . . You slowly open the door.)

". . . Hey Ramos?" (You say softly, peeking in. You can see a tuff of hair poking out the top of the blankets. You take a step inside.) "'Got breakfast for you, are you uh, doing any better?"

(You froze up.)

(There's clothes on the floor, and they are, not, all, Ramos'-- YY-Y-YOU RECOGNISED. THOSE. CLOTHES-)

(YOU SNEAK TOWARDS THE BED AS NORMALLY AS YOU COULD AND PUT DOWN THE FOOD ON THE SIDE TABLE AND-- YEP, THERE HE IS!)

(SIFFRIN. AND RAMOS. WERE. IN BED. CUDDLING)

(ASFGBAHNDEKGFHAKHSNDSA)

(You cover your burning hot face, they looked so cute together!! Siffrin was tucking their head into the crook of Ramos' neck! Their arms were wrapped around each other. Oh Change if you stayed any longer you might actually DIE!!!)

(You sneak out and carefully close the door. Taking a biiiig deep breath. Okay! Just, leave them to it. You didn't see anything! S-so, so you'll just, keep that secret so they can-)

"Isabeau." (You hear Odiles smug voice behind you.)

(. . . . .Oh no.)

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Delicate (Jake's Version)

8 - Lost In The Sound Of The Rhythm

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings; SMUT, protected!sex, admission of feelings

A/N: Jake is just really in his his feels hahaa

Taglist: @mrsevans90

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“Okay...I guess he’s not the worst human being in the world..” Nat said, as they left the restaurant, Sam’s hand in hers. She glanced back at Bob, who was smiling and chatting with Jake. It was small talk, mostly weather, trucks, and nothing work related. It was what Jake needed and what Bob needed to see that he was capable of.

Jake looked at ease. To Sam’s educated and observant eye, she had seen the tension in his body when dinner began. She’d seen it earlier in the day, when he was at the base and the other pilots had entered the ready room. She’d seen his shoulders tighten when he was around her father. She’d seen his muscles seize up when they walked into the Vice Admiral’s office. The only time Jake looked loose was when he was with her. She wondered then if that was just that facade he was so good at holding together, as if he was puffing out to show dominance or strength. She could definitely see that being it. 

As the small group arrived at their vehicles, Nat let go of Sam's hand and hugged her. Jake shook Bob's hand and Bob smiled back at him, warmly, and then Sam saw what she was rea¹lly hoping for. Jake turned to Nat and she pulled him into a hug. 

“We...forgive you...Jake.” She said and Sam's brows furrowed. 

“Forgive him?” She asked and Nat nodded.

“We had a tiff on base...but I think this makes up for it. Especially considering you paid for the whole dinner.” She explained and Jake smiled a thousand megawatt smile, the one that had Sam swooning again and again. She loved when he smiled. She needed more of that. She wanted to much more of it.

They said their goodbyes and Nat and Bob got in his truck and drove off after waving. Jake helped Sam into his truck and he stood there by the passenger side for a moment, his hands on her legs. He stretched up and begged for a kiss. 

“Still okay to come back to my place? Javy said he'd be out so...we'd have it to ourselves at least for a little while.” He said and Sam nodded. He patted her legs gently and closed her door and hopped in his side. His and Javy’s place was about a ten minute drive, pretty close to base and closer to Sam's than she thought. He backed into the driveway, and helped her out. He grabbed for her hips and guided her down the step side carefully. Normally, she never had help getting out of her truck, but she also never drove in heels. She usually put them on once she got out of the truck so keeping them on this whole time felt odd to her.

Jake and Javy's cottage was cute. It was a few blocks from the beach, two stories with a modest balcony at the top facing toward the water. It was very cookie cutter like the other ones in the area, a similar color scheme and she figured that was because they were renting it. People had their own little decorations and modifications that they’d made but most of these cottages were pretty much the same layout. She was pretty sure Penny Benjamin lived somewhere around here too.

They headed inside and Sam liked that it had a homey feeling. It was small and comfortable. Not claustrophobic like one might think, going from the near mansion Sam was used to. Once inside, Jake kicked his boots off and pushed her up against the door.

“Oh fuck, Jake!” Sam gasped as his lips connected with hers, and evidently she could feel his smirk. His hands met her hips and then they traveled up to her breasts. The thin fabric of her dress left nothing to the imagination, especially with the thin, lacy bra she had on underneath. He hoped that her panties matched. She snaked her hands around the back of his neck, one hand reaching for his hair. As they parted she laughed. “You cheeky little shit.”

“That's not very nice. Apologize.” He demanded playfully, pressing his hips toward her. He dipped his head down and let his lips trail over the beautiful exposed skin of her neck, that he had been eyeing nearly all night. She wore a simple rose gold necklace with a small pendant which accented the area perfectly. The more his lips explored, the more Sam wanted him to just hike up her dress and take her right then and there. 

“What if I don't?” She teased and she didn't think his smirk could get any more sly but it did somehow. He grabbed her thighs, pulling her into his arms, and she held tight as he twirled around and headed toward the stairs. 

“I'll have to court martial you.” He growled as he climbed the short flight of stairs with her in his arms. Sam was impressed by his feat of strength displayed by carrying her all the way up and into his bedroom. 

He placed her on top of the sheets and hovered over her, just admiring how pretty she looked, her cheeks pink and lips parted for him. For him.  

Sam propped herself up on her elbows and gazed up into his stunning green eyes and then she glanced around, seeing the room was plain. His sheets were a dark navy and that was about the only bit of color in the room. Everything else was white or cream or tan. Jake had some bags and boxes around but it didn't look like he kept much. On the nightstand beside the bed was a small lamp and some paperwork. Sam realized then that Jake probably didn't have many things because he was barely ever home, and he didn't need a lot anyway. A more harrowing thought crossed her mind though, as he was removing his button up and then his t-shirt. What if he didn't keep a lot because he didn't expect to come back from a mission at some point? Jake certainly didn't seem the type to want to settle down, especially after hearing about his reputation from Nat. 

Sam was distracted from her thoughts by the feeling of Jake's warm hands traveling up her thighs, under the skirt of her dress. “Lost you there for a sec, huh? Come back to me, babygirl.” His voice was low and soft as he began to push her dress up, eager to see what she'd worn underneath. 

“Don’t worry, I never left. Just a pause.” She said, as he tipped his head down between her legs. He inhaled, the scent of her arousal making him groan as he kissed her over her panties. They were pretty, white, and lacy, and he reached up behind her back to where he knew her bra was strapped, undoing it with two fingers through the back of her dress.

“Don’t. Ever.” He said softly as he made his way up her body, his lips capturing hers as his hands unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. She helped him, pushing them and his boxers down his chiseled hips, allowing his cock to spring free.

“Don’t ever what?” She asked, the tenderness in his tone making her hot all over. 

“Leave.” He begged, and Sam’s brows knitted, wondering where that came from. Why would she leave? She liked him. She liked him a lot. She might even...

“Not going anywhere, Jake.” She murmured as they parted. He guided her up, switching positions so that he could pull her dress off, and remove her bra. Once those were gone, tossed on the floor, his lids lowered as he grabbed both of her breasts. Her hands met the back of his neck as he dipped his head down so that he could take one of her nipples in his mouth. 

“Good. Glad of that. Can’t be without you.” He said in between kissing and sucking on each nipple. He traced across her collarbone and her shoulders with his lips, which were warm and moist against her now slightly cooler skin. With the removal of her clothing, she realized it was chilly in the cottage, and noticed that the glass door out to the balcony was open, the ocean breeze blowing in through the screen door. 

Jake’s hands left her breasts and traveled down her sides to her hips, hooking his thumbs in her panties so that he could remove those as well. He threw those behind him, and then wiggled himself the rest of the way out of his jeans and boxers. 

“We sharing feelings this evening, Jake?” Sam asked with a smirk as he climbed over her. He reached for the drawer in the night stand, grabbing a condom. He placed it beside her head and closed the drawer before leaning down to kiss her.

“So what if we are?” He asked, voice slightly ragged, an edge of frustration to it. He wasn’t mad, but he wasn’t exactly thrilled that they were talking about this in bed. He didn’t do this. 

“Jake...do you have some...strong feelings for me?” Sam teased and he sat back slightly and ran his hand threw his blond locks and swallowed hard. Sam propped herself up again and reached one hand out to touch his chest. She ran her nails carefully over his abs and stared into the sage green and worried irises above her.

“Yah, maybe.” He grumbled, his weight settling over her hips. She could feel his cock, throbbing, thick and warm against her stomach.

“Jake, it’s okay to feel things...I...feel...stuff...too.” She tugged him down so that their mouths could meet, her tongue darting out to play with his. He obliged but there was hesitation and Sam wanted that to go away. She grabbed for his hair and that made him moan into her mouth and then he growled a response.

“I don’t do this. I’ve never felt like this...” He said and she could feel his muscles tensing. Sam grabbed for his biceps and pushed her hips at him, trying to entice him to keep going because she felt like she was losing control of the situation. 

“It’s okay.” She said softly, and he paused for a moment, eyes locking on her before he kissed her again, this time more needy, more aggressive, hotter and more passionate than all the ones before.

“Is it?” He purred as he reached down, but Sam beat him to it, her hand wrapping around his length. His mouth was agape as she pumped him slowly a few times. She turned her head, offering her neck to him, which he willingly devoured. He was then re-engaged and decided he was done talking about his feelings. He wanted physicality now. 

“Yes...Jake...I kinda like you a lot. You’re really special to me, and I’m not just saying that.” Sam said and to his surprise, she reached up and ripped the condom wrapper open, then rolled it onto his cock with one swift motion.Jake was impressed by her flexibility.

“Ah, fuck, that was hot.” He groaned, his lips heading for her neck again. She placed her hands on either side of his head and coaxed him back up to her lips. She ran one hand over his cheek and then the other headed down his bicep. He glanced at her hand, admiring her long, pretty fingers as they cradled his sculpted muscle. Her nails were long and perfectly manicured French tips, and she had silver and rose gold rings on her pinkie, middle, and pointer fingers that only accentuated her perfect tanned skin even more. Distracted by her gorgeous hand wrapped around his arm, he'd forgotten that his length was still in her other hand. He'd spread her legs with his own, the back of her thighs against his quads. Sam held him steady and guided his tip to her entrance, using just one finger on the top of his shaft to help him press inside her very wet pussy. His abs drew up tighter than he expected as he bottomed out inside her. His head dropped back and he moaned her name, which made Sam blush even more than she already was. Was it her or was it a thousand degrees in the room now? 

“God damn it, Sam. I fuckin’..ugh, I...fuck...think I love you...pretty girl.” He stammered as he began to move his hips back and forth, a leisurely pace. Sam's breath quickened and his words sent sparks through her. The admission...the praise...the compliment, it was all so much more than she thought she was getting. She loved the fact that Jake Seresin ...the only naval aviator on active duty with an air to air kill, was a simpering mess above her. Hangman was putty in her arms and she couldn't get enough of it. 

“So this is what it feels like to be court martialed...” Sam’s voice was strained as she relaxed back against the sheets. They smelled like him. Like his deodorant and cologne, both a clean, citrusy, musky scent that had very subtle sweet notes. The other scent heavy on her nostrils was the mix of their arousal, and mixed with his sweat, Jake’s was strong. It caged her in and made her feel like she was his and his alone. It was only spurring her on, the fire in her belly spreading rapidly.

“Yeah, no it never feels this fuckin’ good, trust me.” He said, tone husky, as his thrusts faltered for a moment. He shifted, placing his forearms on the bed on either side of her head, cradling her head with his hands. He picked up his pace and his intensity, his hips ramming into her harder than before. Her brows knitted and she threw her head back and moaned his name, cresting the peak of her orgasm as he met his own with a swift end. It had crept up on him, like a coiled spring with too much tension, everything released at the same time, and Jake saw stars as he came. He paused, his cock pumping hard inside Sam. Her nails dug into his biceps and he groaned at the sharpness. He almost enjoyed it, and he knew there would be tick marks there that he would be proud to wear. 

“Fuck...sorry...too excited...” Jake apologized and Sam shook her head and tugged him down for a kiss with a laugh.

“No, no, don’t be sorry. I enjoyed that very much.” She whispered, her breath warm against his lips. He sighed and slid out of her, removed the condom carefully and ran to the bathroom. He hadn’t expected Sam to follow him. 

“Whatcha doin’?” He asked as she wound her arms around his torso and placed her head against his back.

“Cuddling.” She said and he chuckled.

“Okay, but we can do that in the bed. I was gonna grab some toilet paper so I could wipe you off. You’re a little wet down south...” Jake explained as he turned and wrapped his arms around her. She smirked.

“Thanks...we could just take a quick shower.” She said and he nodded, reaching over to turn the shower on. The bathroom was small and they would have to squeeze in the shower, but they would enjoy it nonetheless. The water was warm when they stepped in together and Jake took Sam in his arms, holding her close.

‘I just poured my heart out to you...” He murmured and Sam buried her face in his chest.

“I’m happy you did, Jake...I meant what I said too. I really, really like you...like...a ton...like a metric fuck ton...” Sam said and they both laughed softly.

[quinn-pop]

“if it’s too bright i’ll be your shadow” (screaming and crying and exploding)

the new episode got me. little sad there was no confession so of course i had to draw them to make up for it

bonus stuff

[ghostzzy]

u ever think abt random people from middle school…

[softdreamlesssleep]

God, "I missed you" sex is the best

[t-u-i-t-c]

[longagoitwastuesday]

Going through the Utahim.e tag had me checking several times if at some point I had clicked on the G.ojo/Utahim.e one instead

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 25

"Groovy Little Summer Song" by James Otto

[notjanine]

this week me n Books got dressed up and went to a slightly famous fun new restaurant,* the next day we stayed in for a cozy movie night,** and the next we met their mom for dinner.*** it’s almost like we’re building a life together or something****

[loverboybitch]

hi i would just like to report that getting out of my house and being a member of society is cool and kind of rules even when its scary yeah.//.