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Day Eleven - Jack Atlas/Carly Nagisa, Scoopshipping (Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds)
#kyra's gifs#my otp#kyra’s month of otps#scoopshipping#jack atlas x carly nagisa#jack atlas x carly carmine#jack x carly#jack atlas#carly nagisa#carly carmine#yu gi oh 5ds#I've never forgiven this series for giving us this couple and then just forgetting it existed#how freaken dare#their dynamic was great and I love it#🤍🧡
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Birthday breakfast for the birthday boy 💖
(What do you mean this wasn’t in the time skip because I’m pretty sure it was??)
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Carly: Can you imagine, like, getting paid for being cute?
Jack: I don't like the idea of you being richer than me.
Carly: What?
Jack: What?
#jack x carly#jack atlas#carly nagisa#carly carmn#incorrect yugioh 5ds quotes#5ds#yugioh 5ds#ygo 5ds#ygo#yugioh#incorrect yugioh quotes#incorrect quotes
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HAPPY 20th MONTANAVERSARY TO JACK & CARLY SNYDER JULY 3, 2003
#as the world turns#jack snyder#carly tenney#jack x carly#carly x jack#i really like how this coloring came out#i missed the worth it all anniversary but i made it in time for this one!#pls if you ship them or know who they are message me#mine#mine*#otp: true north#i wish soaps were more popular on this hellsite i feel like i'm shouting into a void#happy 20 years to my second favorite carjack era#the first is their 2010 happily ever after but i missed that anniversary too#lol anyway carjack forever#soaps#the fact that this wasn't even their first (or last) wedding i love soaps so much :')#michael park#maura west
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guess who watched all of the jackcarly moments again
#their duel never fails to make me tear up wtf#my art#scoopshipping#ygo 5ds#jack atlas#carly nagisa#carly carmine#jack atlas x carly nagisa#jack atlas x carly carmine#jackcarly#clingy jack atlas after What Happened is canon to me (i still haven't watched the next season)#<- or at least... haven't finished it yet#maybe if i don't watch i can pretend that it never happened#fuck jack's hair even after 2 years it's still a pain to draw
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LEVEL 5 SYNCHRO
#TWO drawings in “one” day!? :explodinghead:#I also had this one lying in my folder since LAST YEAR(!!!)#almost 1 year anniversary since the original sketch that evolved so much. so i decided to post it cause i had it coloured#and the only reason i didnt post it cause i was too unmotivated to shade it#but then i decided it doesnt need it slap some gradient as the bg and go#so here we are#yugioh#yu-gi-oh 5d's#ygo 5ds#yusei fudo#idk if i should tag bruno#bruno borrelli#antinomy#antinomy yugioh#toolshipping#you know i always found it weird yusei x antinomy dont have a shipname and i get that antinomy IS bruno and always bruno for yusei#but for example even during dark signer era yusei had different shipnames with kiryu#and jack w carly etc.#and its super common for dm and gx ship AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON ZEXAL#so you know#just a thought though#sorry ramble in tags#Junk Speeder#T.G. Over Dragonar
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@masterofaster
You can’t tell me Jack don’t have a Carly doll on his pocket.
#💎 Fortune Treasure (Carly Nagisa)#💎 Who The Fortune Will Always Root For (Masterofaster)#💎 They're Each Other's Number One (Carly X Jack: Jacarly)#💎 Fortune Telling Reporter (Carly Visage)#💎 Off Gathering More Treasures From The Universes (Queue)#(SCOOOP ;;;;#(I MISS THEM
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Jake Seresin x Reader
[Part 2 to Panty Stealer from Kinktober 2024] (This got a lot longer than initially planned so it's gonna be a three-parter)
Top Gun Maverick Masterlist
“Charlie wasn’t a complete pain in the ass, right? If he was, I will ground him,” you asked as you sat next to Jake at the bar. Coming to The Hard Deck after a long week of work with him had become a weekly tradition. There were other aviators around, but the undivided attention Jake gave you was never unappreciated. Jake continued to provide you with all the details on how Charlie was a little shit that deserved to go back to the dumpster you’d found him in as a kitten. You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him, “Hey. That’s my son. I can threaten to put him back in the dumpster I found him in, but you absolutely can not.”
Jake rolled his eyes and quickly downed the last of his beer, “So, how was your vacation?”
You shrugged, “It was fine. Honestly, I was a little lonely without you.” your words were music to his ear. “My sisters never want to do shots with me or play pool or go hit on boys because they’re all married.”
Jake laughed and nodded awkwardly, “When have we ever hit on boys together?”
“You watch me hit on boys sometimes.” you challenged. Jake laughed again and conceded to your point.
“Want another round?” he asked, hoping you’d say yes. You shook your head and pulled $20 out of your bag. Jake shook his head and pulled his wallet from his pocket.
“I got it this time, beautiful,” Jake said, taking the money from your hand and putting it back in your purse. You groaned and reached for his wallet. Jake laughed, “You buy the six-pack for football this weekend, and we’ll call it even.”
“Jake, this was my thank you for cat-sitting. Com’on.” you insisted, still none the wiser about how Jake had helped himself to that pair of underwear from your hamper. He shook his head again, and you gave up on paying for the man’s beer. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”
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As you checked your makeup in the bathroom mirror, you saw a pair of girls walking in. The one on the left was a cute blonde, and the other was a redhead. You noticed the blonde on the verge of tears, and her friend tried to comfort her, “Girl, he’s not worth it.” the redhead cooed. The blonde shook her head and rushed into the empty stall, “Diana- come on, we don’t cry over aviators!” the girl said outside the door. You weren’t trying to be nosey, but curiosity got the best of you.
“Carly! He’s never said no to me!” Diana sobbed from behind the stall’s door. “He basically called me ugly!”
You watched Carly roll her eyes from her reflection in the mirror as you pretended to fix your hair. You had no idea who they were referring to outside of him being an aviator who never says- it was Jake. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You grinned in Carly’s direction and awkwardly slipped out of the bathroom, hoping not to run into either of them again. As you walked out to the bar you saw Jack sitting at the bar, scrolling on his phone. Why would he turn down a girl? Especially one that was very much his type… you lost yourself in thought as you joined him back at the bar. “Ready to go?” Jake asked with a smile plastered on his face. There was a look on Jake’s face; you couldn’t tell what it was from, but you were wary of it. You nodded, and the two of you headed out to your cars.
Jake walked you to your car, which coincidentally was parked a few down from his truck. As you went to unlock your car door, you dropped your keys. You let out an annoyed huff before bending down to pick them up. You didn’t realize the back of your shirt slid up to reveal the top band of your underwear to Jake… the prettiest shade of blue he’d ever seen. He swallowed hard and awkwardly said bye before quickly returning to his truck. His sudden departure confused you, but you shrugged off the behavior as Jake was just being Jake; sometimes, he was a weird guy.
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Jake sped home and ran upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as he’d parked his truck in the driveway, he somehow unlocked his front door. He yanked open his bedside table drawer and felt like a halo of light came from beneath his most prized possession at the moment, that tiny dark red thong with the little bow on the front he’d been using as a masturbatory aid since he’d taken them from your bedroom the other week. Jake brought them to his nose and inhaled. The scent had subdued since his initial procurement, but he still picked up on undertones of what your pussy must have smelled like.
Jake laid back in bed and yanked his jeans down before reaching for the bottle of water-based lube on his bedside table. He popped the top of the bottle and was ready to squirt some out, but before he could, he paused. This was creepy, right? Was this was crossing a boundary? He’d had little remorse over the topic the nights prior, but seeing a minuscule sliver of your panties and then running home to masturbate with the pair of panties he’d stolen from your laundry hamper- this was weird? Was this him doing too much? He groaned and closed his lube before tossing it across the room. You were one of his best friends, one of his coworkers, one of the people he felt he could rely on. He’d turned down the blonde girl he’d taken home several times tonight. He said he ‘wasn’t interested’ and had been actively planning to come home to watch a video on his phone while using your panties, but now there was a pit in his stomach he couldn’t get over.
The next day at work, Jake saw you standing by the radio tower, talking with one of the other girls you worked with. That similar feeling in his stomach returned when you waved to him. He met your wave with a tight grin before pushing his aviators up the bridge of his nose and quickly walking the other way. “Hangman!?” you called after him as he went to the hangar. You shot your coworkers a confused look, “That was weird, right?” you asked her. She nodded before excusing herself to the tower. As much as you wanted to confront him but, you were due in the tower.
There was tension in the air at lunchtime. Since Jake had walked away from you this morning, you’d decided not to sit with him and Javy at lunch. Jake tried his hardest not to make eye contact as you huffed past your usual lunch table. Javy looked over his shoulder to watch you go sit with a group of women on the other side of the lunchroom. “What did you do to that girl?” Javy questioned, shooting Jake a dirty look.
Jake sighed, “I did something stupid, and I’m embarrassed.”
“You’re embarrassed?” Javy asked in astonishment. Jake wasn’t the kind of guy to be embarrassed, so he must have done something horrible. “What did you do to that girl?”
“I’m not confessing to shit, Coyote.” Jake challenged, “I just need to compose myself before I hang out with Y/N again.”
Javy’s brow furrowed as he contemplated what Jake could have done to you, “Did you have a sex dream about her? No shame in that. Y/N’s pretty hot.” Jake rolled his eyes at the question. While he has had numerous sex dreams about you since stealing your panties, he’d never confess to it. “Then what’s goin’ on?” Javy laughed.
“I’m keeping it to myself,” Jake said, putting his hands up defensively.
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You huffed as you walked up to Jake’s front door, frustrated by his behavior the past few days at work. He’d been ignoring you, and today was the final straw. Another air traffic controller in the communication tower had been trying to get into your pants for months. You said ‘no’ every time he’d try to ask you out, but he just wasn’t taking ‘no’ as an answer. Thankfully, Jake would always step in and tell him to fuck off, but since he was actively avoiding you- you had to endure a 20-minute story about how this guy’s adult kickball team was going to some competition and how he wanted you to come with him.
You pounded on Jake’s door, “Jake, open the door! I know you’re home!” you yelled. Your yelling brought Jake snapped him back to reality. He’d been sitting on his couch after work that night, ‘watching’ baseball alone and running the band of your panties through his fingers. He stuffed the panties in his back pocket before opening the door.
“Hey…” he awkwardly greeted you when he saw you standing there with your hands on your hips. His eyes were drawn to the form-fitting running shorts you were wearing with an old, worn-in Navy shirt.
“Why are you being weird?” you said, pushing into his house. Jake sighed and closed the door before facing you again. He swallowed softly and waited for you to start berating him. “Did I do something?” he saw your brow furrow together as you asked; Jake shook his head, making you groan. “Talk to me, Jake! We don’t not talk to each other. You’re my best friend.”
“Listen, Y/N, you didn’t do anything wrong- this is a me thing.”
“Jake. I have to go to an adult kickball game because you weren’t there to tell Billy to fuck off. This isn’t just some you thing. What happened?” you demanded
Jake stared at the floor before reaching for his back pocket. He was really going to ruin your friendship. “Just don’t hate me…” he said softly before pulling the balled-up pair of panties from his pocket. He put his hand out and slowly opened his fist to reveal the panties he’d taken from your room. You stared at the material in his hand and were initially confused. When you realized what he was holding, you looked up at him quizzically.
“Are those- why do you… What the fuck, Jake?” you asked, taking your panties from him. “Why are they… wet?” you feared the answer you’d receive, “NO! Don’t answer that question…”
“Y/N- I’m sorry. For what it’s worth, I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have taken them-”
You cut Jake off by touching his shoulder, “Please stop talking. Jake… this is a lot to take in. Um.. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
#jake seresin#jake seresin fan fiction#jake seresin fan fic#jake seresin one shot#jake seresin fanfiction#jake seresin oneshot#jake seresin smut#jake seresin imagine#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin x you#jake seresin x y/n#jake hangman x you#jake hangman x reader#jake hangman seresin#jake hangman fic#jake hangman imagine#jake hangman x y/n#hangman x reader#hangman top gun#top gun maverick#top gun maverick x you#top gun maverick one shot#top gun maverick imagine#top gun maverick fan fiction#top gun maverick x reader
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Hero trusting his brain-washed lover to make the right choice and their reconciliation.
#Kyra's otps#green lantern tas#yu-gi-oh 5ds#halcarol#hal x carol#hal jordan x carol ferris#green lantern x star sapphire#scoopshipping#jack atlas x carly carmine#jack atlas x carly nagisa#the implicit trust these boys put in their girls hands#it's true love everyone#I saw the comparison and I had to take it
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She has important duel business to discuss at 5 am
#scoopshipping#jack x carly#jack atlas#carly carmine#carly nagisa#yugioh#yugioh 5ds#ignore my background I panicked#also ignore the lack of real shading I also panicked
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Some of my own headcanons:
Berserker Morgan Le Fay feels a connection to Luna because of her connection to the spirts and Ancient Fairy Dragon
Carly reawakens her connection to Aslla piscu and uses it as a force for good
A mage or two does not agree with Yusei's plan to dismantle the Holy Grail and it's ends badly (from them)
Sayer is part of the Grail War and is the Master of Assassin (unsure who)
There are Servants who convince their masters to switch sides and join Yusei in dismantling the Grail
Medea figures out the reason why Yusei and Carly were able to summon them despite not showing signs of magic before is through their past experiences (Yusei with the Signers and Carly with the Earthbound Immortals)
Jack being relentlessly bullied by both Medea and Gil
Ideas of Fate YGO 5ds
Crow semi going the route of Kiritsugu the mage killer and fighting dirty to help his brothers and friends.
Satellite mage hiding out from the magecarcy helping the gang
Gilgamesh explaining the Grail war
Magic D- wheels.
Sumire (my oc) being a humonculus
Medea not exactly being a fan of duels
@insomniac-jay @lovelyllamasblog @childofwitches
#reblog#yugioh 5ds#fate grand order#yusei fudo#crow hogan#carly carmine#carly nagisa#jack atlas#medea#gilgamesh#fgo x ygo
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20 YEARS OF JACK, CARLY, & SAGE SNYDER July 4, 2003: "She's a beauty." "I think she looks a lot like her dad."
+ bonus:
#as the world turns#michael park#maura west#jack x carly#carly x jack#soaps#jack snyder#carly tenney#mine*#mine#giffing soaps is hell but here we are lol#happy anniversary to this perfect little family (+ parker and jj too)#otp: true north
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Hey girlie! I miscliked on the vote… more spy! max please. Also everyone accidentally miscliked as well (source: trust me bro) if they didn’t they don’t need to be here for any au. Keep killin’ it! 🩵
♪ — 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗙𝗜𝗦𝗧 - part two spy! max verstappen x spy! fem! reader ( action ) fic summary . . . as spies from opposing countries, you each try to beat each other to success, but sometimes, you're going to need to be frenemies.
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"Where even are we?" "Can you stop nagging me?" You huffed, shoving his shoulder in front of the door. The last thing you should be doing right now is hanging out in a suburb in the middle of the night when Spain has something so dangerous they didn't even tell you during the mission briefing.
You reached from behind him, ringing the bell before climbing up the house. "What are you doing?" Max scoffed watching you pull a window open and fall in. The Dutch rolled his eyes, ready to climb up after you when the front door swung open. Blue and green eyes met, both bodies freezing at the sight of each other. And for a good few seconds, Charles and max stood there like dears caught in headlights.
Well, until one attacked. The fight quickly escalated and they were wrestling each other on the floor, Charles with a knife he someone got and max weapon-less. And that continued for a few moments, holding each other in gut wrenches when they caught a tinny little giggle. Looking up, they found you standing down the hall, an amused grin on your face as you carried the 5-year-old girl on your hip.
"I didn't know you two got along so well." You teased, watching the two men pull away glaring at each other. Charles kept an eye on Max as he walked towards you, gently hugging you and taking his daughter from you. "What's he doing here?" He whispered in English so the toddler wouldn't understand.
"We need your help." You shrugged, putting your hands in your pockets. "No. Nuh uh. I'm on vacation. No work for me."
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"Are you all set?" The same guy who didn't want to help you earlier, asked, his sleepy daughter in his arms as he looked between you and max through the front door. "As set as i can be while working with a Dutch spy." You hummed pulling a beanie on and stuffing your gloved hands into your new winter jacks.
Max nudged you with a frown. "You're the one that threatened me to be here." He reminded you with a scoff. "Yeah so they kill you instead of me." You gave him a fake smile patting his chest. "Ciao, Carli." You wave to the little girl before walking away and dragging Max along. "Now what?" He asked you once the door shut behind you. You simply pulled a pair of car keys, embedded with the famous prancing horse. "You did not." "He won't mind."
The drive was long trying to figure out and formulate a plan. Even just trying to figure out what on the flash drive. Well, Max had no guesses because he wasn't assigned on the mission to hunt for the flash drive . . .
You two did end up stopping at a place to stay for the night. You rented a room with a tiny small inn. You of course took dibs on the bed and left your subordinate the floor. Dutch spy or not, you're not sharing a bed with Max Verstappen and your defiantly not going to sleep on the floor so Max Verstappen can stay warm.
Well, you always thought and stood by that. Why would a woman like you waste your time with a Dutch man like him. He's Dutch, plain and simple. There's no reason for your conscious to wring you like this. You just wanted to sleep, and it was late. With a sigh, you peaked over the edge of the small bed, looking down at the passed out blond.
Maybe you were being too cruel? His body was curled in on himself and he was using his arm as a pillow. This defiantly wasn't fair to him, but life wasn't fair at all now was it. Not you either, now the one with one lass pillow and zero blankets. With a huff under your breath. Gently, you draped the blanket over his body wich started him awak.
"I don't want to be owing you any favours in the future." Max was confused, still half asleep as he took the pillow you offered, passing out again in the blink of an eye. You'd watched him shake and practically get shot in his chest 70 times in his sleep the other night, he deserves at least some proper rest. Now it was your turn, but it looks like you're not going to catch any shut eye tonight.
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You breathed out, blowing into your hands. Winter was rolling in and you hated working in the cold. You flinched upon feeling someone touch your head. It was just Max, fixing your icecap over your head. "If we're gonna work together. I'd rather you not die from hypothermia. I don't need France on my ass." You rolled you eyes as you continued to walk.
You quietly approached the fence separating you from the so called factory. It was still running, but clearly not crawling factory workers as it should've. The night was dark enough to disguise you and Max as you sneaked your way into the property and through a window into the window.
Max had memorized the blue prints to the building and you'd assessed the areas with high possibilities of which could contain your desired object. And so you split up. Max took a right and you took a left. But that didn't feel right, to Max at least. He'd rather stay close to you. Things always go bad when a force is divided. The sneaky walking continued and soon enough, Max found himself face to face with Carlos Sainz, the other Spanish spy. And it went rough.
It didn't take Max long to go around and find you. The drive was no where and neither was Fernando. But you weren't anywhere either. Where were you?
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A grunt left your lips as Fernando pulled your bloodied body up from your chin. "I don't need this anymore." He dropped the drive in front of you. You frowned in confusion as you looked down at the now crushed metal piece.
You tried to reach for it only to be reminded of your cuffed limbs, and absolutely aching and sore body. "I don't think you even knew what was on it. Probably because your boss knew you'd destroy it instead of bringing it."
"Well, either way. You can have it now. It was just a recipe. I don't need it now that I have my cake." "You're not gonna win." You seethed only to find your body drop on the floor. "I already did. You're lover Max wont be able to do anything about it."
"Max is not—" You huffed through your nose as Fernando slammed the door shut behind him. "My lover." You finished the sentence to yourself, fixing your laying position so you were at least comfortable.
"I love my life." Sarcasm dripped from your tone. You were stuck. There was no way you could get yourself out of this rat trap.
#‧˚⊹🪴 ଓ :: 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 ‧₊˚⤾#max verstappen#max#mv1#mv33#max x reader#max x you#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen x you#max verstappen f1#max verstappen imagine#formula racing#formula 1#f1 x you#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1#mv1 x reader#mv33 x reader#f1 fic#formula one x reader
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Drugs, Thugs and Pilot Kelson Hugs: Part 2
Pairing: Pilot Kelson x Reader
Warnings: Drugs, Alcohol, Swearing, Sexual Themes, Violence, Slowish Burn, I think that’s it?
Summary: Your friendship with Pilot grows steadily into something new.
- Part 1 Here -
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Over the next few weeks, you saw Pilot a few times at parties and bars and general get togethers. You quickly became good friends, getting to know each other more and more each time.
You also got to know Mason’s friend, Zack, who began hanging out with your group more frequently. Zack was a good looking guy, and he was charming. He asked you out the second time you met, and you had agreed more out of boredom and curiosity than out of actually liking him, but regardless, your date went well and you started seeing each other more over the next few weeks. You weren’t official but you definitely felt that Zack was about ready to ask you to be his officially. You weren’t sure if you would say yes when he asked, he was cute but you just weren’t crazy about him yet.
One night you were invited to Jack and Cassie’s for a get-together. Carly, Porter, Pilot and Mason would also be there, so you’d assumed Zack was also invited and didn’t bother asking him yourself. Truth be told you didn’t really care whether or not he was there, but you would enjoy his company if he was.
You arrived at Jack and Cassie’s apartment, and made your rounds saying hello to everyone who was already there. Mason and Pilot had yet to arrive so you made yourself comfortable.
A few minutes later Pilot walked through the door followed by Mason, but there was no sign of Zack. You hugged Pilot and he kissed your cheek. You said hello to Mason and went about enjoying your evening, forgetting about poor Zack entirely.
Most of the night passed without incident, and you were lounging on the couch next to Pilot and Carly, talking about everything and nothing when the front door swung open.
Zack stood at the front door, face red with anger as his eyes searched the room. You sat upright and looked at him with confusion.
“You!” He pointed his finger in your direction as he closed the gap between the front door and the couch. “What the fuck are you doing here, huh?” He spat.
“Woah! Woah!” Pilot stood and held his hands up to Zack, trying to slow his barrage.
“What are you talking about Zack?” You asked, incredulously, standing from your seated position.
“I went to your apartment to surprise you, but you weren’t there. I tried to call you, but you’re ignoring me! I called Mason, who was kind enough to inform me that you’d be here, without me. An invitation would have been nice, don’t you think? Or are you trying to avoid me so… so you can snuggle up to this guy?” He yelled, clearly slightly drunk.
“Alright Zack, I think you need to calm down.” You said, walking towards him. You tried to gently push him towards the front door so you could both leave and you could walk him home, but Zack took this as you trying to force him out, and shoved you. You went stumbling backwards and Pilot caught you before you fell. This enraged Pilot, and once he was sure you were secure and standing, he launched himself at Zack, grabbing him by his T-shirt and shoving him to the ground. Pilot held him down as Zack struggled drunkenly.
“Listen here you piece of shit, if you ever lay a finger on (Y/N), or any of us ever again, I will personally shove twenty quaaludes up your ass and strap you behind the wheel of your car with your foot on the gas, got it?” Pilot spat, his hand squeezing Zack’s face, forcing him to look at him.
Zack nodded, clearly embarrassed by the situation and that no one was taking his side.
“Good.” Pilot smiled sarcastically, tapping Zack on the cheek as he got up. “Now get the fuck outta here.”
Zack sauntered off, slamming the apartment door behind him. Mason felt the need to follow Zack and ensure he got home safely, so he left shortly after.
“Are you okay?” Pilot asked, walking back over to where you sat on the arm of the sofa, still not really believing what just happened, and that you found Pilot incredibly sexy in that moment.
You nodded, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Thank you, for sticking up for me.” You nodded and smiled weakly. You suddenly weren’t in the mood to party. “I think I’m gonna go. I don’t feel so great all of a sudden.” You excused yourself, waving goodbye to the remaining members.
“I’ll drive you.” Pilot said, grabbing his keys. You were too shaken to argue.
The drive home was quiet, you were now contemplating whether or not to speak to Zack and to apologise for any misunderstanding, but you were aware that his behaviour, regardless of the reason, was unacceptable. You pulled up outside of your apartment block, and Pilot got out to help you out of your side.
“You ok if I walk you to your apartment? Just in case he’s waiting.” Pilot chuckled awkwardly. You smiled at him as you closed the car door.
“Thanks, good idea.” You nodded.
You made small talk as you climbed the seemingly endless flights of stairs to your apartment, eventually coming to stand outside your door.
“Well I guess he really did just go home.” You shrugged, relieved.
“Worth making sure, I guess.” He rubbed the back of his head.
“Thank you again, Pilot. For sticking up for me and for making sure I got home safe.”
“Any time.” You made eye contact for a while, mouths saying nothing but eyes saying everything. “See you around?” He eventually said, walking backwards towards the stairwell, both hands in his pockets.
You nodded, “Hope so.”
Pilot made his way down the stairwell, a smile in his face as he went. He got about halfway down, when he heard you calling him.
“Pilot, wait!” you called from the top, looking down at him. He looked up with a grin.
“I have a work event tomorrow night, I was going to take Zack, but I guess he’s out. Do you want to come as my plus one?” You asked, “as a friend, I mean.”
“Do I have to wear a suit?” He joked.
You rolled your eyes, “Just wear a nice shirt.”
“I guess I can make that happen.” He smiled.
“Ok, meet me here at 7?”
“See you then.” And he was gone.
You stood at the top of the stairwell, smiling to yourself. You were excited to see if he cleaned up well.
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The next evening came round quickly, you got ready and smoothed out the beautiful deep red dress you’d bought especially for the event that matched your lipstick. Your hair was styled elegantly and you felt… nervous.
The knock on your door alerted you that Pilot had arrived.
You had no idea why you were nervous until you opened the door, realising suddenly that it was him. You had subconsciously been worried he wouldn’t think you looked beautiful. But as soon as you opened the door, Pilot let out a deep breath and whistled lowly, taking you in. His eyes turned dark as he made eye contact with you.
“Wow.” He breathed. “You look incredible.”
You suddenly didn’t feel nervous anymore. You smiled at him. He looked so handsome, his hair was still messy but he had made an effort to smooth it down. He wore a button down white shirt, the top few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
“You clean up good yourself.” You said, grabbing your purse and locking the door behind you.
Pilots hand came to rest gently on your mid back, as he guided you down the stairwell. You two were quiet the whole time, Pilot focussing on how the dress moved against your figure. You focussing on how his hand felt on the exposed skin of your back.
He drove you to the hall where your work event was being held, and you ran him through who to speak to and who to avoid.
When you arrived you walked in and went straight to the bar, getting a drink for you and Pilot before you began your rounds.
“(Y/N)! How nice to see you!” Your boss called as he and his wife waltzed over to where you stood.
“Mr and Mrs Jamison, lovely to see you.” You greeted them both with a kiss on the cheek.
“I love your dress darling!” Mrs Jamison exclaimed. She was a beautiful older woman, and she had taste, her dress had to cost more than a month of your salary, but she was kind enough to compliment you. “And who is your… friend?” She asked, unsure of who you’d brought.
“This is Pilot Kelson, ma’am. He’s a good friend of mine.” You introduced him.
“He’s a pilot?” She questioned. You chuckled and explained, “No ma’am, that’s just his name.” You smiled. Pilot shook her and Mr Jamisons hands.
“Nice to meet you.” He said politely.
“And you boy. Interesting name you have!” Mr Jamison exclaimed. “Come, let me introduce you to a few people.”
You and Pilot walked around the room following Mr and Mrs Jamison, being introduced to people you hadn’t yet met, and greeting those you had. After about 15 minutes of doing so, you excused yourself and Pilot to refresh your drinks.
You pulled him to the bar and sighed, “This is exhausting.”
Pilot chuckled, “It suits you, you fit in well with everyone.”
You scrunched up your nose in mock insult, “You saying I look like a snob?”
“You do in that dress.” He joked, poking your ribs, causing you to squeal and jump forward slightly into him involuntarily. Pilot laughed as he steadied you with both hands, suddenly stopping as he realised how close your faces were to one another. He could smell the peaches in your perfume.
You cleared your throat and stepped back when the bartender came to serve you. You both ordered fresh drinks and sat down at an empty table.
“So you spoken to Zack yet?” He asked, taking a long swig of his beer.
You shook your head, playing with the straw in your drink.
“No, I think I’ll give it a few days. But I probably should end it in person at least.”
Pilot nodded. A beat of comfortable silence passed as you both people watched.
Couples of all ages took to the dance floor, slow dancing lovingly with each other. It made sense really, almost everyone had brought their other halves, and there were only a small handful of singletons in your company.
Pilot watched you smiling as you gazed on the happy couples. He got up from his seat and extended his hand out for you to take.
“Oh, no way. We know how bad you are at dancing.” You gave him a stern look as you joked. He grinned at you, taking your hand and pulling you up.
“Come on Mrs Kelson, I think it’s time you gave your husband some attention.” He joked loudly. You flushed bright red and hissed at him to shush. Pilot laughed, and pulled you up against him once you reached the dance floor, one hand on his shoulder, his on your lower back, other hands on one another’s as he swayed you slowly back and forth.
“You’ve gotten better. Been practicing?” You questioned him.
“Yeah Jack and I love to slow dance in the living room. We’re romantic like that.” He joked. You smirked at him and rolled your eyes. You both moved gently to the music, and your eyes settled on one another while you did so.
Other couples flitted effortlessly around you, everyone’s eyes watching the sweet young couple now at the centre of the dance floor, dancing slower than everyone else, but your eyes were just on one another, not taking notice to everyone watching you.
“You look so beautiful, you really do.” He breathed, eyes half lidded and dark.
“You look pretty good yourself. I like this-“ you gestured to his slightly unbuttoned shirt, your fingers moving to gently stroke the uncovered skin without thinking.
Pilot let out a soft moan only you could hear over the music.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ you pulled your fingers away and made to apologise but you were interrupted by Pilot squeezing your waist, as if to say it was ok. You smiled at him, your heart beating so hard you thought he’d be able to see it.
“That feels… nice.” He admitted, you grinned softly, and sheepishly moved your fingers back to his exposed chest, just underneath his collar bone. His skin was soft, and you traced the little bit of chest hair he had. When you looked back up at him, his mouth was slightly parted, his pupils were blown, and he was breathing heavily. His lips looked so soft.
“Pilot I-“ again you were interrupted, this time by the band switching to a lively song, and everyone started cheering. You quickly pulled away from one another and the little bubble you’d formed around yourself had burst.
For the rest of the evening, things felt slightly tense, and you and Pilot didn’t spend much time alone until he drove you back to your apartment at the end of the night, neither of you speaking about what had happened.
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