#jake hooker

[mitjalovse]

A great cover song transcends the original thanks to the ways the latter only pointed at. For instance, Joan Jett and her band took what the Arrows did, but they transformed the entire thing into something sleazier, if I am allowed to claim this. I mean, the original sounds almost polite in comparison to how Mrs. Jett modifies the composition. As you can hear her vocals get asserted throughout the tune in a winning manner, she also manages to establish her powerful rock star persona that was surprising for the time. Moreover, the backing got a dose of steroids, because the riff the Arrows played became nastier. However, she kept the pop elements of the previous version, which become more pronounced with her changes.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Skeet Ulrich f/os

Chris Hooker, the craft (1996)

Aricka x Chris Hooker, the jock and the theater girl

Billy Loomis: Scream (1996)

Aricka x Billy Loomis, Ghostface and the woman in white, Ghostface boyfriend 🔪

Tim Mason: chill factor (1999)

Aricka x Tim Mason, rolling down the river with you

Kevin Mitnick: takedown

Aricka x Kevin, somebody to love

Billy Raedeen: nobody’s baby

Aricka x Billy R, 1+1=3

Ray Singleton: the magic of ordinary days

Aricka x Ray; the farmer takes a wife

Jake Green: Jericho

Aricka x Jake G, love you forever til forever falls apart

FP Jones: Riverdale

Aricka x FP, the serpent king’s queen

Roy: Supercell

Aricka x Roy; spin me round like a twister 🌪️

Colin; Parish

Aricka x Colin, fight for me fight beside me

(We don’t have any gifs of Colin yet but have another Skeet gif-)

[heartandmusic]

[agapeeternal]

Especially when they're getting briefing after everyone's been picked and Jake gives that little look to the side.

Before and after Maverick chooses Rooster. I don’t know about you guys, but that doesn’t look like disappointment. That looks like fear.

[cultfaction]

Melody Anderson

Melody Anderson is a Canadian actress who rose to fame in the 1970s and 1980s for her roles in various film and television productions. Born on December 3rd 1955 in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, She made her television debut in 1977 with roles in Logan’s Run and Welcome Back Kotte.  She went on to appear in several other television series, including The Love Boat, Night Heat, Forever Knight, The…

[sykoangels]

cockwarming with wade wilson 💋

cockwarming is such a comforting concept for mister Wade Wilson. you just sitting on his cock keeping it warm as he does miscellaneous tasks he teases your nipples and aching clit. “you know what’s nice about this hun I get to feel you squirm on my cock begging for movement while I sit back and relax and watch adventure time.” wade giggles before nipping at your neck before turning back to the tv enjoying his cartoons like some latch key kid. In your opinion, cockwarming felt like a punishment from the depths of hell, like yes let’s sit on your boyfriend's dick and don’t move but constantly feel it twitch inside your pussy like a goddamn Beyblade. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan as his words sent a shiver down your spine. The sensation of Wade's cock inside you was unbearable, a mix of pleasure and pain that made your body tense. You could feel it twitching, like a restless beast trapped within you, desperate for release. “Wade, please," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the adventure time theme song. "I can't take it anymore.” He chuckled again, a soft, amused sound that made you want to both scream and cry. "Shh, it’s the time sandwich episode I need the perfect sandwich recipe told to me by Jake the dog and BMO” he murmured, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your inner thigh moving scarily close to your clit. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on anything but the throbbing between your legs. But it was impossible. Every slight movement Wade made sent waves of electricity through your body, making your breath catch in your throat. Suddenly, Wade shifted beneath you, adjusting his position slightly. The change was minuscule, but it was enough to send his cock pressing against your cervix. A sharp spike of pain shot through you, followed by an overwhelming wave of pleasure that made your head spin.

"Fuck!" you gasped, your hands gripping his thighs tightly, nails digging into his skin. Wade's laughter filled the room, a deep, rich sound that echoed off the walls. "Feeling a little sensitive today, are we?" he teased, his voice thick with amusement. You didn't answer, couldn't answer. Your mind was consumed by the sensations coursing through your body, every nerve ending alight with a fiery intensity that threatened to consume you. "Maybe I should give you something else to think about," Wade mused, his voice dropping to a whisper as he nips at your neck before licking it. Before you could respond, his hands were on your breasts, cupping them gently before giving them a sharp squeeze. You cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure that made your body arch involuntarily. "Wade!" you gasped, your eyes wide with surprise. He just laughed again, the sound sending vibrations through your body. "What? Can't handle a little attention? I thought you could since you always beg for me to touch you like some two dollar hooker.” he taunted, his fingers pinching your nipples hard enough to make you wince. "Please, Wade," you begged, your voice cracking under the strain. "Don’t stop p-please.” But he only chuckled, leaning closer until his lip were brushing against your ear. “Oh baby weren’t stopping till you are dripping cum out of that pretty pussy.” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. You whimpered, your body trembling with a mixture of fear and desire. You knew there was no escape, not from Wade, not from this relentless torment that seemed to go on forever. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, Wade's hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach until they reached their destination. With a cruel smile, he began to stroke you, his fingers dancing across your clit with practiced ease. “I’m gonna c-" you screamed, trying to squirm away, but it was too late. The damage was done, the floodgates opened, and there was no stopping the torrent that washed over you. Your body convulsed, every muscle tightening as you came undone, a wild, untamed creature caught in the throes of passion. Wade watched with a satisfied smirk, his hands still moving, still driving you deeper into the orgasmic delight.

you collapsed against him, gasping for air, your body limp and spent. Wade just chuckled, leaning back and returning his attention to the TV.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he teased, his voice light and carefree.

You didn't answer, couldn't answer. All you could do was lie there, feeling the aftermath of the storm, wondering what would come next.

[sorchathered]

💕Lover💕

A/N- hey all! This is my submission for @ohtobeleah ‘s Galentine’s party!! I’m so excited to see everyone’s posts and concepts, make sure you check out the submissions under her tag!

Summary- A collection of memories and mood boards documenting you and Jake from engagement to wedding day.

Pairing- Jake Seresin x oc!reader (callsign Storm)

Warnings- language, drinking, smut.

“We can leave the Christmas lights up til January, this our place we make the rules”

It was January 5th now, you knew the chances of Jake being home for Christmas were slim but secretly you’d hoped he would be. He’d begged you not to spend the holiday alone his mother insisting you come to Texas so you’d flown out and spent two fantastic weeks with his family. They had welcomed you with open arms, taking you to all of Jake’s old haunts and involving you in their family traditions. You’d never been close to your parents so the overwhelming love you received from the Seresin family was something you’d never experienced before. You’d gotten to talk to him sporadically over the holiday but you could tell he was heartbroken he couldn’t be there with you. The time went by too fast and before you knew it the 5th had arrived and you were stepping off your plane in San Diego, Coyote was waiting to pick you up and you couldn’t wait to get home to your own bed. You’d put up a small tree with some lights before you left just to keep the seasonal depression at bay, but as you unlocked the door to your shared home you were met with what could only be described as a winter wonderland. The house was covered in lights, decorated ornately with paper snowflakes and there in front of a brand new 8 foot Christmas tree was Jake. He grinned his thousand watt smile at you as you dropped all of your bags and launched yourself into his arms.

“Hey Stormy girl, did ya miss me?”

You let out a watery laugh as you began to sob in earnest, he held you close and pressed kisses into your hair, reassuring you that he was home and this was real. When you finally settled he sat you both down on the couch in front of the massive tree, you were still in shock that not only was he here but he had somehow managed to transform your house into Santa’s workshop.

“What is all this baby?” You whispered against his lips, he’d never been big on Christmas but he knew you loved it so the thoughtfulness and effort put in after a nearly 3 month deployment was not lost on you.

“We didn’t get Christmas together darlin’ and I know being apart has been hard as hell these past few months” he stands up now, walking over to the tree to pick up a small gift you hadn’t even noticed. You gasp as tears well up in your eyes, Jake Seresin is down on one knee surrounded by a literal Christmas wonderland, and he’s about to ask you for forever. “Yes!” You blurt out, causing a belly laugh to erupt from him.

“You didn’t even let me ask sweetheart”

“You can but my answer is still yes, I just want to be yours, forever and ever.”

He closes the distance between you to slide his grandma’s engagement ring on your finger, kissing you in the glow of the twinkle lights.

“My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you”

A joint bachelor/bachelorette party at the hard deck, all the boys had suggested strip clubs and hookers but Jake just wanted a night with everyone they loved and to maybe get you a little tipsy so he could proposition you for a hookup in the bathroom. You were dancing with Phoenix and a few of your other girlfriends, dressed in the tiniest white dress with a bedazzled cowboy hat and veil that said bride on the front. He didn’t think he could love you more than this moment; eyes full of joy and singing “Don’t stop believing” at the top of your lungs. He’d even let you convince him to wear the ridiculous groom t shirt you’d gotten him, taking all the jesting in stride even though he secretly loved it. He’d always give you whatever you want.

You were a spitfire when you wanted to be, always first to defend him if some cocky asshole got mouthy, he had been an absolute dick to everyone around him for years but since that first dagger squad mission he’d been trying his damndest to make amends.

That was one of the many ways he’d known you were the one, you’d been dating quietl after you and Rooster’s failed engagement had crashed and burned over a year before. During a particularly stressful training day the two had come to blows, both of them ending up in the infirmary as Rooster continued to pelt insults his way. Jake was trying to take it in stride but your temper could only take so much. You were professional but vicious in your descent on him, refusing to let Bradley Bradshaw and his unresolved emotional baggage dismantle all the work Jake had put in to better himself. You’d been a champion for him no matter what and he wasn’t used to anyone having his back, it took his breath away just how much you believed in him.

Watching you now he felt his heart swell, and he couldn’t sit in his chair any longer; the need to hold you carrying him across the room, spinning you into his arms with ease.

“Hi sugar, think I could steal you away for a few minutes?” He whispered in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he dipped you to cheers from the crowd. You threw your head back giggling and took his hand to drag him through the throngs of patrons to the quiet hall that held the bathrooms.

You knew what he wanted, he was always looking for an opportunity to get you wrapped around him, often joking he might have a bit of a kink for getting you off in public spaces but really he was just insatiable when it came to you, especially when you were dressed in what he thought may be the world's smallest dress and rubbing your body all over his.

Placing you on the side of the sink he ran his hands over you now, sliding a hand between your parted legs finding you obscenely wet and he chuckled; maybe he wasn’t the only one that got hot and bothered over hooking up where anyone could find you.

You gasped at his touch and pushed your hands into his hair, needing him to kiss you and he was all too willing, tasting your tongue as you moaned into his mouth, the prettiest sound he ever heard. He pulled your tiny scrap of underwear to the side and pressed his fingers into your dripping core, watching you grind down onto his hand, whispering filthy things he knew you’d be mortified if anyone heard and God he lived for it, you were his dirty girl behind closed doors all for him, only he got to see you like this. You were teetering on the edge now, suddenly removing his fingers from you with a smirk as you protested, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and chest heaving while you begged for him to stop teasing and fuck you. He didn’t have to be told twice, letting you wrench his belt buckle open and unzip his jeans in record time, sliding home into your velvet heat, I love yous breathed out into the humid air of the bar bathroom. He chased your mutual highs quickly, knowing eventually someone would come looking for you, desperate cries pouring from your pouty pink lips and coming hard as you pulsed and fluttered around him, both of you bathed in ecstasy in the dim dingy light. As the two of you attempted to become presentable you were startled by the creaking of the bathroom door, Javy poking his head through and shaking his head with a raucous laugh.

“We’ve been taking turns guarding the bathroom, would you two heathens wrap it up? We’ve got celebrating to do!”

You both couldn’t hold in your laughter, they knew you too well, bracing yourselves for the onslaught of teasing for skipping out on your own party to hook up.

Drinks were distributed, a new game of pool was started and as you gazed at Jake across the room you couldn’t help but be proud of who he had become. He was honorable, steadfast and in fact too good to be true. You had both been damaged and jaded from past mistakes and relationships but had somehow healed each other becoming the best version of yourselves. You’d do it all again if it meant you ended up here, with your magnetic force of a man. Loving him was like coming up for air, he was Christmas morning and birthday wishes on lit candles and technicolor fireworks on the Fourth of July. You couldn’t wait to spend forever loving him.

“You’re my, my, my, my Lover.”

As you sat in the dressing room of the venue overlooking the harbor you were brought back to the night of Penny and Maverick’s wedding just a few years ago. You had come back to San Diego for their nuptials still heartbroken from your failed engagement with Bradley. Over the course of the long weekend you had found love again in the form of your best friend, the man you were finally about to marry.

Sometimes it still felt like a dream, you were afraid you would wake up one morning and still be single and heartbroken in your tiny apartment in Pensacola, but fate had stepped in and brought the two of you together. It hadn’t been easy, you were in tears more often than you’d like to admit when you first started dating long distance, and then deployments apart caused even more strain.

When you were finally promoted to Lieutenant Commander 10 months into your budding romance your superior told you there was an opportunity to fly again at top gun but this time with a new crew. So you and your front seater Viper decided to take the leap and head to Fightertown. Jake couldn’t believe it when he had a knock on his door that Sunday night to find you with all your luggage on his front porch, bottle of champagne in hand asking how he felt about a roommate.

It had been two years since then, both the dagger squad and red knights could be seen mingling outside and you felt your heart swell at how lucky you were to be surrounded by so many amazing friends.

Jake was all nerves on the opposite side of the venue, couldn’t seem to keep his hands from shaking as he tried to put his cufflinks on. Javy swatted his hand away and took over, shaking his head and handing Jake his whiskey to finish up.

“What are you so worried about? Stormy’s in dude, you two were made for each other.”

Jake knew he was being ridiculous, his family loved Stormy, all of his friends did too, he just wanted everything to be perfect for her.

“I’m not worried about her leaving me numb nuts, I just want it to be everything she hopes it is, I’ve checked the weather 100 times today and if it rains I swear-“

“Jake, she’s not just excited about the fairy tale wedding; she’s excited to marry you. The rest of it will turn out perfectly because you two will be together, the rest is gravy bud.”

Jake wondered to himself when Javy had gotten so smart, but he had to admit his wingman was right about one thing, being with you forever was the thing that mattered most and Jake couldn’t wait to start it with you.

As you walked down the aisle you could barely hold it together, Jake was already tearing up when you reached him taking his hand in yours it took all the restraint you had to not go ahead and kiss him. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and even if it had just been the two of you and a justice of the peace that would’ve been enough, because the end result was forever with the love of your life. Jake’s brother-in-law, a preacher back in Texas had been asked to be the officiant and when he finally announced you man and wife you couldn’t get to your love fast enough, pressing your lips to his as he made a show of dipping you for the crowd.

Later that evening in the glow of the harbor lights you were swaying to the music with your husband and you couldn’t put into words how perfect this night had been. He pulled your face close to his as he sang along with the band, and you had to kiss him again, it felt like every cell in your body cried out to be loved and touched by Jake Seresin and you knew without a doubt he always would. No matter where the two of you went he would do everything to love and protect you, and you would always do the same. Forever.

Jake Seresin Masterlist

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[agapeeternal]

Y’all don’t do this to me I need this and this have no talent

Glen Powell circa 2017 & 2018 is essentially Jake Seresin post college graduation.;)

[crazyk-imagine]

The Rules of Friends with Benefits

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Pilot!reader (Sparrow) Characters: Pilot!reader (Sparrow), Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Javy “Coyote” Malachi, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Penny Benjamin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson (breifly mentioned) Warnings: Fluff, angst, happy ending, mentions of smut, illusions to sex, not as graphic as it could be, the rules are like a voice over to the scenes, no one knew what was going on, everyone made a bet when they noticed a change, Bob was the only one to say reader and jake got together, penny making a joke about the dagger squad being his children, reader and cyclone don’t see eye to eye (implied), never bet with the dagger squad

Word Count: 4,321

A/N: A little background on Jake talking to Bob about being his back seater. The reader was originally Jake’s after she finished her practice round (as punishment, for both of them). Then Cyclone called in the only one he felt would be the man for the job, Bob. 

- Reader’s unmentioned call sign in Sparrow hence Jake’s Wings nickname

- Javy jokingly told Jake to ask reader about a fwb situation but never thought he’d actually do it

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You never thought you'd ever be asked something as insane as he just did. "I'm sorry, what?" 

He throws his head back and takes another shot. "You're acting like no one's asked you this before, Wings." 

You clench your jaw, annoyance filling you once more. "I'm not doing this with you." You scoot your chair back. 

"I'm sorry." 

You pause, "you're sorry?" 

"I," he sighs. "I told Coyote this was a stupid idea." 

"What was that?" You ask, curious as to what he mumbled. 

"Would it be so bad to sleep with me?" 

"Yeah. I don't want to catch anything," you say with a snarky smile. 

He doesn't find it as funny. "You know that's not true." 

"Is it though?" 

"Just because I may sleep with a few different women when we're off, doesn't mean I'm not careful." 

"Yeah," you reach for his drink, taking it for yourself. "I'll believe it when I see it." 

"Do you want to do this or not?" 

"Why me?" 

"What?" 

"Why did Coyote suggest you ask me? No, better question, why did you agree to ask me?" 

He's quiet. 

"I mean, did you think I'd be easy or something?" 

He realizes just how badly this has already begun and he needs to stop it before it gets worse. "I've got to stop you right there because that's not- that isn't,” he sighs. 

“How about we start with, why you want to “fraternize” with coworkers?” 

He shrugs. 

You raise a brow before the corner of your lips twitch upwards. “Do you like me, Hangman? You wanna see me in a whole new light, perhaps.” 

He shakes his head, letting out a huffing chuckle. “I’m glad to see you’re enjoying this.” 

“Oh, I am. I see it now. You want to sleep with me because... you’re desperate, none of your usual hookers are available and you’re stressed.” 

"Okay, they're not hookers. They were... nice women who-" 

"In other words, they were horny." 

He huffs, "you gonna let me talk or not?" 

You raise your hands and scoot back into your seat. 

"I think it'd be beneficial for us to do this kind of thing. Like you said, I'm stressed, and I know you are too. This line of work isn't the easiest." 

You gasp, "you're joking. I thought it was so easy." 

"See, that- that attitude right there I would love to-" 

You pause, licking your teeth. "You've thought about this before. You're a dirty, dirty man." 

"Hey now-" 

You shrug, "I don't blame you. I've overheard girls talking about you. Really makes a girl think." 

"So?" 

"If we're going to do this, we're going to need to establish some boundaries... or rules, I should say." 

"So- so we're doing this?" He was not expecting it to be this easy. 

You nod, "you make a valid point and I need something to help me take care of my stress." 

"I think I'm going to need another shot." 

"Go order us another round while I think of some rules." 

He doesn't need to be told twice as he walks towards the bar, easily calling Penny over. 

You shake your head before grabbing a napkin and jotting a couple of things down. 

Jake doesn't pay attention to any of the few women practically throwing these onto him. 

It surprises Pete and Penny when they see him, shrug these ladies off and away from him... until he walks back towards you with a smile on his face. 

-

Penny glances over at her boyfriend with a raised brow. "That's not going to end well." 

"Maybe." 

"You're really trying to argue with me." 

"No." 

"You are." 

"I- no." 

"Go take these to your kids." 

"They're not mine." 

"They might as well be." 

-

“What are you writing there, Wings?” 

You glance up at him, moving your arm to hide what you’ve written. “Not much, just... jotting down a couple of things.” 

He sets your usual order to the side, (unknowingly, he subconsciously) wants all your attention he can get. 

“A few rules, mainly. We can add more once we, you know, start this.” 

“You sound so excited.” 

You roll your eyes. “Don’t give me attitude. You know we should have some rules, even if one of us doesn’t always want to follow them.” 

“Oh, now you want to bring up our past. Well, what about the time when-” 

You push yourself off the stool and cover his mouth. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. God you’re a child, licking my hand, really?” 

He shrugs. 

“I’m going to remove my hand. I want to hear nothing from you, you jerk.” 

He nods. 

“These are a few basic things I felt were necessary to get out there.” 

“Makes sense to me.”

Rule #1: No discussing the deal with those who aren’t either of the pertaining parties

“So, you’re looking exceptionally glowy this morning.” 

You shake your head, not giving into what your most trusted pilot friend (only female friend) and ally’s comment. “Glowy?” You ask, sitting on the bench as you tie your shoes. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about and don’t even pretend like you don’t. You’re not a very good liar.” 

You snort. ‘If only you knew, Nat.’ 

“Okay.” You grab your bag and head out for the day. 

“Is it that guy you told me about the other day?” 

“Which one? I’ve been a little... out there lately.” 

She doesn’t raise a brow, knowing you’re testing the waters, trying to find someone who’s benefits worthy before trying to settle down. 

“What guy?” You sigh and turn around to find the devil. 

“Bagman,” Natasha groans before yanking you with her. “We’re leaving. Go bother someone else. I want to enjoy the rest of my Thursday.” 

“Too bad. I hear gossip and what is a guy supposed to do, other than listen and enjoy of course.” 

Javy walks up behind the blond. “Have you seen him since?” 

You turn to narrow your eyes at the two of them, praying to all and any god listening, to make sure neither of them talk about this. 

Jake’s smirk only widens. 

You regret starting this with him. 

“Was he any good?” 

That question gets her to stop. “What?”

She grimaces, “why would you want to know that Bagman? You not getting enough of your own, you need to ask others for their night out, so you have something to get off too?” 

He’s quick to react, “what no! What’s wrong with you?!” 

“Me?! You’re the one asking if the guy she slept with was any good and you’re getting pissed as me?” 

He struggles to give a well-timed response and the two of you walk away. 

-

Once you’re in her car and buckled in, you text the idiot. 

SparrowBird 

“If you plan on breaking rule 1, let me know so I can figure out where to bury my embarrassed body” 3:22p Sent Read 

“Idiot” 3:24pm Sent Read 

WannabeCowboy 

“It wasn’t my fault, Wings” 3:26pm Sent Read 

SparrowBird 

“Sure, it wasn’t” 3:26pm Sent Read 

WannabeCowboy 

“I swear it wasn’t” 3:28pm Sent Read 

SparrowBird 

“We’re not in a relationship” 3:30pm Sent Read 

You feel bad about texting him about your non-existent relationship for some reason? Maybe you don’t want to make him sad thinking about it. 

WannabeCowboy 

“I know” 3:34pm Sent Read 

SparrowBird 

“They can’t know” 3:39pm Sent Read 

“I don’t want anyone to ask questions. You know how nosey everyone can get” 3:39pm Sent Read 

It’s true, everyone from your group is too damn nosey but it’s not why you told him they can’t know. 

WannabeCowboy typing…

Rule #2: No sleeping with other people (that includes dating)

“Sorry, darlin’ but I’m afraid I can’t tonight.” He easily turns her down, something he hasn’t done... ever. 

“What? Why not?” She leans in closer as if that would persuade him into changing his mind. “Am I not pretty enough?” 

“Oh no, you are. I just- uh- I’m too busy.” 

“I saw the girl you came in with. She’s the one you always talk about, right?” 

He says nothing. 

“She’s the one you always come to me about. She’s the reason you’re always so stressed, remember?” She tugs at the collar of his shirt. 

He reaches up and gingerly removes her hand from him. 

She pouts. “Is she finally giving you some attention or something?” 

He nods, “or something. So, even though you were, I say again, great. I can’t. I have to get back before she comes over, searching for me. I think I’ve let her drink melt enough tonight.” 

She rolls her eyes, “whatever.” 

He smirks as he turns around, walking away. He’s never felt this much satisfaction rejecting a girl before. ‘Is this why you did?’ He reaches beside you to give you your drink. 

“Here you go, Wings.” 

“Must you continue with that god awful nickname?” You ask, silently hoping he doesn’t stop. It’s special. 

“It’s my humanly duty.” 

You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, “see I don’t think it is, in your mind maybe.” 

He takes a sip of his drink. “Who was that guy that swooped in, not even a minute after I left to go to the bar?” 

“No one important.” 

“You sure? It looked like he was trying to do more than talk to you.” 

“He was, which is why I turned him down.” You avoid eye contact and take big gulps of your drink, staring out the window watching the sunset and the ocean waves crashing. 

Jake takes this opportunity to stare at you, wondering how someone like yourself would ever want to be in a “friend” with benefits situation with him. 

He can’t lie and say he’s not happy that you agreed to it, because he is. Oh, he is. 

But there’s another thought that comes to mind. 

You could easily find someone else to relieve your stress, he knows you can so why change that now? 

You look down at your phone when it vibrates against the table. You open it and find a text from that one guy you went to the bar with months ago. 

BarGuy 

“Hey. You in town?” 7:33pm Sent Read 

You glance up, checking to see where Jake’s attention is. 

He’s chatting with Javy, who must’ve come when you were too into your thoughts. 

SparrowBird 

“Nope. I don’t think I’ll be back in town for a while. Sorry” 7:45pm Sent Read 

After that you decide to turn off your phone, making a mental note to delete his number. 

He was a genuinely nice guy but the more you... hangout with Jake, the more you get to know him. 

“You two down for a round of pool?” 

You chuckle, “if you mean, are you two ready to get your asses handed to you by a woman. Let’s play, Coyote.” 

Javy eyes follow you as you walk towards the pool tables. “That’s the girl you want?” 

Jake’s offended. “What does that mean?” 

“She’s scary.” 

A hearty chuckle escapes him. “What?” 

“She’s got that crazy look in her eye. I think she plans on killing me.” 

“Now, who’s dramatic?” 

He pats his buddy’s shoulder before walking away. “Still you, man.”

Rule #3: No having sex without protection

One minute you’re in the air, the next you’re being berated for not doing what you felt was unnecessary and going against orders. 

You were so annoyed and then as soon as you stepped through the locker room door, you knew what was going to happen tonight. “What are you doing here?” 

He shrugs, “I thought you might want a little… company tonight. I know, it was intense today.” 

You roll your eyes and walk down the hallway, Jake on your tail. “I’m not talking about this with you.” 

“You don’t have to talk, Wings. I mean, you’re already going to be a mess underneath me for the first part-” 

You grab the collar of his flight suit and slam his back into the nearest wall. 

He barely flinches. 

You lean in, “could you have said that any louder?” 

There’s that stupid smirk again. 

“I can scream it if you want me to?” 

You let him go and stomp down the hallway, heading back to your place. 

-

Bob swerves around the corner, catching your body exiting the door before it closes. He glances between the door and an unkempt Jake. 

The smirk falls from his face when he notices Bob. “What are you looking at Baby on Board?” 

He shakes his head, “nothing. You ready to go in the air?” 

“As if you need to ask.” 

He regretted it as soon as the question was asked. 

Jake wraps his arm around the other man’s shoulders. “Let me give you a few pointers on being my back seater.” 

“I’d rather not.” 

“Too bad.” 

-

He called you as soon as he left, teasing you… in a non-Jake way. “I got your favorite.” 

You furrow your brows and not because the characters on the tv show you’re watching are doing some interesting things for a comedy show. “My favorites?” 

“Yep. Favorite dinner, drink, and desert plus some whip cream which could be used later.” 

“You’re just trying to persuade your way into my pants.” 

“I’ve already been there but I’d like to visit again.” 

“God, you’re annoying.” 

“Which makes the sex better.” 

You roll your eyes. “Are you almost here?” 

“Just pulled in, sweetheart.” 

‘That’s a new one,’ you think. 

After dinner you two sit down and finish the season of your most recent binge. 

You don’t remember who started it, but you wound up in your bedroom and you pulled away from him. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, this- this is good, but it’d be even better if I knew you had protection.” 

“Protection?” 

You blink once. “Don’t tell me you’re seriously this dumb.” 

He looks offended but you don’t focus on that and continue talking. 

“I’m not talking about protection to save us from a bear attack, Seresin. I’m talking about the more important protection, you know, like a condom. We’ve been over this before.” 

The corner of his mouth curls. “What’s got you in such a mood?” 

“As if you don’t know?” You’re tired of the games he’s been playing with you since earlier this morning, at work no less. 

Your annoyance rises as you think about how easily he teases you in front of everyone, almost like he wants them to find out. But this is the only thing you’ve been looking forward to since your “talk” with Vice Admiral Cyclone. 

You get tired of trying to unbutton his shirt and rip it off. 

“You got something or not?” 

He glances between you and his, now destroyed, shirt. “I do.” 

“Good, I have some of my own so we’re both fine.” He pulls off the rest of his shirt before reaching down for your own, pulling it up to your chest. He leans down, kissing along your neck before moving down to, as you say (the next morning), attack you. 

“I don’t need you to take your time.” You grab him by his neck, holding so you’re a mere few inches apart, “it’s sweet but I need you and I need you now.” 

“I like what you’re telling me to sweetheart.” 

There it is again.  

Rule #4 No kissing

You close your eyes, head tilting back. 

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels so good… and you don’t want him to know. Jake has a big enough ego; he doesn’t need anything else to expand that. 

He knows it’s good, that he’s good; he’s holding back so he doesn’t let go too early. He wants to make this last, unlike the other times you’ve been together or any other woman he’s been with. 

Your grip tightens on the sheets, trying your best to not lift your hands and scratch him. 

God knows there doesn’t need to be anymore “talk” in the locker rooms. No marks, no more talks; it’s as simple as that. 

He doesn’t try to slow down or stop (when does he). His pace is relentless. 

You shiver when his lips move up against your neck, you don’t mind it though even if both of you agreed to this being a rule. 

Maybe you’re getting soft or maybe you’re giving in to the feelings you’ve been denying for so long. You can’t think too much into it as your body is moved closer to him, your hands slip onto his biceps. 

He lifts your lower half higher so you’re resting on his lap and begins nipping at your jawline. 

Your nails slowly dig into the skin of his biceps, he doesn’t mind. 

He pecks your check and then corner of your mouth. 

You let out a shuddered breath, stomach twitching at the sensation in your lower body and his intimate gesture. 

He lifts his head off you, studying your expression, wanting to see how close you are. He can’t help it and leans down, capturing your lips with his. 

You’re quick to fall into a rhythm with him. 

You know there’s no turning back, you’ve gone too far, you’re in too deep. 

No matter how many rules you two made, it was doomed from the start. 

There was always something between the two of you no matter how much you tried to deny it.

Rule #5 No falling for each other

“Would it kill you stop looking at your phone like that?” 

Jake’s head snaps up. “What?” 

His friend clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You’ve been staring at your phone over the last few minutes.” 

“And?” 

“You look like a sad puppy whenever you check the notifications and find that she hasn’t responded.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“You do. Next time you do, I’ll take a photo.” 

“Coyote-” 

The man shakes his head. “Nope, don’t even try. You won’t win.” 

He rolls his eyes. “I hate you sometimes.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

This gets the blonds mind thinking. 

Could he really be becoming a different person because he has actual feeling you? Is that why he gets, well like this, now? 

He shakes his head, he couldn’t have feelings for you, right? 

Javy turns around to find his friend gone, he purses his lips because he knows the main reason why Jake left but did, he really have to leave him on his own? 

They drove to the bar together and he needs a wingman tonight. 

-

You open the door, “hi.” 

“Hey.” 

“What made you come over? I thought you had plans with your boyfriend tonight?” 

He doesn’t join in on the chuckling. 

“Okay, you usually laugh when I joke about Coyote, what happened? Are you okay?” 

He nods. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just-” Missed you is what he truly wants to say. “I was a little stressed after this afternoon.” 

You nod your head, “I kind of figured you would be. It wasn’t easy today.” 

And then you two wound up in your bedroom. 

He stares at you, like he did earlier when you walked through the door at base this morning but… something’s changed since then. 

Have you always looked this serene even while his hips snap against yours over and over again? 

How did he not realize that you're the one he wants to go out with and take on the most magical and memorable dates? 

Is this what Javy has been implying this whole time? 

He begs you to open your eyes, but you don't hear him. "Sweetheart," he takes a deep breath, not wanting to let you know how good he's feeling (now that he knows what he feels for you) because if he does, he'll moan. 

"Open your eyes. I need to see you... fall apart for me,” he adds in normal Jake fashion. “Do it for me,” and then he says something he’s never done before and calls you by your first name. 

You struggle to open your eyes and bite your bottom lip, close to sucking it in so a witty comeback doesn’t escape you and ruin the mood. 

"There she is," he smiles, leaning in. His eyes trail over your face, memorizing every blemish spot, acne scarring, and anything else you may see as an imperfection that he's going to forever classify as absolutely beautiful. 

The look in his eyes is much different than previous times. It's like, he's seeing you for the first time. 

You can feel the change coursing through your body (and not just because he's slowing his pace, wanting to draw this out). 

He hovers over you for a minute and then leans in closer to your face, his eyes travel over every part of it he can. He's trying to see if it's okay for him to do this and finds no objections, dare he say, you're even leaning up and meeting him halfway. 

Neither of you can think about how you're breaking rule number four and five, as you kiss him until you can't anymore. 

You two barely part, breathing the other in as you catch your breath. 

It just became more than a friend with benefits situation, and it’s become more complicated than it should have, which led to your blowup.

You lay side by side, staring at the ceiling trying to comprehend what happened and what this means. 

He turns to his side, watching you, something he’s never done before. “You, okay?” 

“Yep.” 

“Doesn’t sound like it. Usually there’s a little more heat to you.” 

“Maybe I don’t have any more heat.” 

“Like I’d believe that.” 

“Why don’t you just go home?” 

His brows knit together in confusion. “Woah. What just happened?” 

“What do you mean? I’m just helping you get out of here faster. I mean, you’re already out the door by now. Why take your time tonight?” 

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me, and I don’t care how long that takes.” 

“Well, I do.” You push yourself out of your bed and throw on the top you were grabbing your underwear and bottoms. “You need to get out.” You turn around and find him sitting up, watching you. 

“Okay, I hear, and I will, but can I just ask one thing?” 

“What?” You snap at him. 

“Why are you trying to throw me out of here so bad?” 

“What?” 

“I don’t have any other plans tonight; in fact, I ditched Javy so I could come see you.” 

“Am I supposed to be grateful?” 

“I’m not saying that.” 

“Sounds like it.” 

“Would you stop trying to push me away?” 

“I’m not trying to push anyone away. I think,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I think this was a mistake.” 

“What? Our deal?” 

You run a hand through your hair, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, I do.” 

He gets out of bed, grabbing his boxers. “I don’t believe you.” 

“Yeah, and I don’t care whether you do or not.” 

“You care more than you want to admit.” 

“Why do you keep saying that? As if- as if there’s more to us than there really is,” you say, voice cracking with emotion. 

“Because I know something’s changed. For you and for me.” 

You shake your head. 

“It’s true,” he reaches for you, hands on either. “I’ll be the first out of the two of us to admit that I broke one of our rules.” 

You don't even know how to respond. 

"I broke the one rule we created because we already knew we were doomed." 

"Which one?" 

"One of the important ones, especially with what we do. You remember the conference we had not too long ago about how being in a relationship with your coworker isn't a good idea because of all the drama that can come with it." 

It takes you a minute to realize what he's talking about and once you do, you let out a quiet, "oh." 

"Yeah, that one. I can't stop thinking about you, you know?" 

"Really?" 

"Always, never stopped. Even when we supposedly hated each other. You were still there, lingering and that's why I knew it should be you I ask." 

"Is that what made you come up with this idea?" 

"Not at first. It was kind of Coyote’s idea.” 

“He knows?!” 

“No,” he shakes his head. “No, no one does... but he and Bob might suspect something’s up.” 

“What?!” 

“Hey, hey,” he pulls you close. “They’re not going to say anything unless we tell them to. You know Bob and I vouch for Coyote. And they know better than to mess with my girl.” 

You pull back, “your girl?” 

“I thought we went through this already?” 

You pretend to think about it before shaking your head, “nope, pretty sure we didn’t.” 

“Alright, fine. Would you do me the honor of being the one I get to call mine?” 

You shrug, “I guess.” 

“Oh, that’s how we’re going to play this.” 

“Yeah, whatch’ you going to do about it, stud?” 

“Throw you back into that bed and show you.” You smile before launching yourself at him. “Take me away... or go home.” 

He moves his hands from your thighs and slides them closer to your behind. “I’m starting to think you like my punishments.” 

“Me? Never, what makes you say that?” 

He smiles, shaking his head and gently sets you down letting you crawl wherever you think you can. 

-

Natasha turns her head, curious as to what she saw from the corner of her eye. “Did you get attacked by a suckerfish?” She asks, with a smirk.

You shake your head, “if only you knew.” 

-

“Damn, Hangman. You wind up in bed with a werewolf?” Reuben asks. 

“It was brat night.” 

A few of the others start snickering. 

-

You two see each other from afar, he winks, and you smile. 

Bradley, Mickey, Reuben, and Natasha are losing their minds. 

No one sees but Javy slides a twenty over to Bob. “It’s always the quiet ones.” 

Bob smirks and slips it into his pocket.

[furiousladyking]

It's a Date

It's a Date - Part One??

Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: this is kind of a feeler to see if anyone is interested in yet another fic in this trope

Summary: Jake Seresin is feeling defeated. His youngest sister, Brooke is getting married in 3 weeks, and he has yet to find a date. While he loves his family, he can't say he enjoys getting those comments from his mother about when he is going to find a "nice girl" and settle down. In comes Y/N "Casper" L/N, a prime target to help get rid of the one on Jake's back.

Warnings: probably very incorrect military information - but hey we're trying our best, probably profanity

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The Hard Deck was seemingly filled to the brim with aviators and civilians alike, something quite common for a Friday night in July. The crowd was loud, and there was an old rock song playing, however drowned out. The familiar clink of pool balls and thump of darts lulled incredibly tired individuals into a sense of calm.

In an entirely uncommon event, Hangman was... quiet. Too quiet if you ask any of his fellow aviators. Looks were passed, and whispers between Phoenix and Bob were somewhat hidden for thirty minutes.

"As much as we all appreciate a little bit of a break from hearing you go on about how great you are, you're kind of freaking me out," Phoenix tried as she walked up to the pool table. Coyote snickered beside her.

"Hmm?" Rooster quirked an eyebrow at the distracted man beside him. No come back? No stab at flirting? He took the pool cue and placed one end of the floor. He waited a moment. Despite the far away look in Jake's eye, he sunk the shot he had lined up. Rolling his eyes, Rooster decided to test the boundaries.

"Hey Hangman, did you hear that Cyclone let me know I was getting a promotion? Lieutenant Commander."

"Wow, that's cool," Hangman replied. He lined up his next shot. Those surrounding the pool table were a bit taken aback. Bringing his cue back, he stuttered on the follow through. "Wait, what?" The ball missed the pocket by about half a foot.

"There he is," Bob said from his seat, rolling his eyes.

"Lieutenant Commander? Rooster we both know you'd be the last-" Hangman began, hitting what the squad called his sassy stance. One hand on his hip, jutted out, the other holding his cue stick.

"Hey, no need to hurl insults, I was just seeing how out of it you were. Wasn't sure if we needed to send you to the infirmary. Your ego wasn't practically suffocating us" Rooster put his hands up in a mock-surrender.

Hangman placed his hand on his face, letting it slide down in hopes it wipe the worry away. He debated on brushing it off and telling them he was just picturing the best way to rub in his latest win during their dogfighting. The Dagger Squad had been stationed together in Miramar for a little over a year and no one was being reassigned anytime soon. Jake had been making a conscious effort to be more vulnerable with the squad, to let them in as his chosen family.

"My sister is getting married in 3 weeks."

The others were silent for a moment.

"Congratulations?" Phoenix offered. Hangman sighed and shook his head, mostly to himself.

"When they started planning the wedding six months ago I told my mom I had someone to bring with me," He started. Rooster cocked his head to the side. "She reminded me on a phone call about how excited she is to meet my girlfriend"

"Hangman has a girlfriend?" Fanboy pipped in, after hearing bits of the conversation.

"He doesn't," Rooster answered for him. "That's the problem."

"Hey, why don't you get someone to go with you and just act like you are dating?" Bob spoke from his spot on the chair. Suddenly feeling numerous eyes, he started to defend, "I've heard people do it a lot."

"I'm not bringing some hooker to meet my family," Hangman huffed, glaring in Bob's direction, then softening his gaze. "I'm just going to have to tell my mom that she and I broke up. Maybe she'll even pity me enough to not try and set me up with her friend's children." Jake leaned his pool stick up against the table and went to sit down next to Bob. He sipped his drink as he pondered how that would play out in reality.

"Get Casper to go with you." Hangman almost choked on his drink. He looked incredulously in Coyote's direction. "Think about it, she's the only one you know well enough to pretend you've been dating. Besides Phoenix, but we all know her acting skills wouldn't be good enough to go along with being your girlfriend for four days." Phoenix elbowed him in the rib. Coyote tries to stand tall, but still clutches his side in his hands.

As if on cue, he hears her voice. Still in her service khakis and hair in a bun, she carries her drink with her toward the group.

"Hey, what are we talking about?"

"I swear this type of shit only happens in movies."

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Thank you for reading!

Anyway, let me know if this is something I should even consider continuing!

[trip-the-cal-fantastic]

Jake Kiszka x F!OC (Mariah Carella)

Genre(?): Fluff

Warnings: Kissing, swearing, use of pet-names (Baby, honey, Cara mio, sweetheart, and she calls him Jay), mention of pain meds

Word Count ~ 2.6k

“Jake?” Mariah pushed the front door closed, kicking her shoes off and hanging her keys on the hook on the wall. “Baby? I’m home!” She dropped her bag onto the dining room table, along with her phone and sunglasses, then walked deeper into the dimly lit house, looking for any sign of her boyfriend. “Jay…” She peeked down the hall. The bedroom door was open and the light was off, but the door to Jake’s home studio was closed, a soft yellow light pooling at the bottom. Mariah lightly knocked on the door, gaining nothing in response.  “Jake, honey.”

Jake was hunched over his acoustic guitar, his fingers moving fluidly over the fretboard. He was too lost in his work to notice the sound of Mariah’s voice. He was working on something new, per Josh’s request. With every wrong note, which only happened rarely, he would silently curse to himself, then start the song over. 

Mariah knocked again, hearing him stop playing, swear under his breath, then start again. She knocked once more, harder this time. “Jacob.” Her voice was stern as she tried the door handle, which happened to be unlocked. She pushed the door open, finding Jake at his desk with a paper and pen in front of him, and his guitar across his lap. 

She took a second to admire him and how hard he was working. He had only been home for a couple of days before Josh had him writing and making new music. Mariah stepped closer to him, lightly placing her hand on his shoulder and running her fingers up into the hair at the nape of his neck, cupping his jaw. “Cara mio.” The Italian term of endearment easily rolled off of Mariah’s tongue, causing Jake to suck in a sharp breath through his nose and blink a few times before looking up to her. 

“Sweetheart…” Jake reached out, gently grasping her hip, his thumb caressing the exposed skin of her stomach between her leggings and her cropped John Lee Hooker t-shirt. “I didn’t hear you come in.” His eyes raked over her figure, taking in everything. Her jet black hair that was tied into a slicked-back bun at the base of her neck, the contrast between her white shirt and her olive skin, her soft-brown eyes that could only be described as sunlight through a glass of whiskey, the small freckle at the left corner of her lips, the small slit in her right eyebrow from the scar of a childhood injury. Jake lightly shook his head, a lazy smile pulling the corner of his lips up. “God, you are beautiful.”

Mariah bent at the waist, leaning down to capture Jake’s lips with hers. Jake hummed into the kiss, his hand that rested on her hip slowly trailed up her side, stopping at about the middle of her ribcage, then running back down to her hip. Mariah pulled away with a soft smile. “Whatcha working on, Jay?”

Jake angled the paper on the desk so she could see it. There were words, lyrics, if Mariah had to guess, that had been scribbled in Josh’s handwriting and guitar tabs that Jake had scrawled in a hurry. “Some idea Josh had at the studio this morning. He wants it in the key of G minor.” 

Mariah looked over the paper and cocked her head. She grabbed Jake’s pen and scratched out a section of the tabs, changing the part, then setting the pen back down. “Try that.”

Jake glanced over the revised tabs and then played through it on his guitar. He let out a playful scoff and looked up to Mariah with a goofy grin. “You’re amazing.”

“Oh, cara mio,” Mariah leaned down once again and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I know.” She ran her hand through his hair before stepping out of the studio. “I’m gonna make dinner. What sounds good?”

Jake thought for a moment, his eyes widening in guilty realization. “Oh, shit. The guys are coming over tonight. Damn it. I’m so sorry. I forgot to ask you if that was okay.”

Mariah leaned against the doorframe. “It’s okay, Jake. They are more than welcome to dinner anytime. I went grocery shopping yesterday, so we have a bunch of stuff I can make.” She mentally went over all the food items she bought yesterday, trying to come up with ideas. “I can do chicken cutlets, spaghetti, any type of pasta really. Or, we can order take-out. Whatever you boys want. Why don’t you ask them what they want to do, and I'll clean off the table so we have a place to eat, okay?” 

Jake let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding while he processed what Mariah had said. “Okay. I’ll ask them. Thank you, sweetheart. You’re the best.” He gave her a playful wink. “I gotta record this and send it to Josh. I’ll be out to help in just a minute.”

“Take your time, baby.” Mariah pushed herself off of the doorframe, closing the door behind her as she padded back down the hallway into the dining room. She cleared her purse and sunglasses off of the table, taking them to the bedroom and putting them where they belong. Occasionally, Mariah would stop outside the studio door to listen to what Jake was doing. He recorded 4 takes before he decided that it sounded good enough. Mariah was wiping down the dining room table when Jake finally emerged from the studio.

He approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then rested his chin there. “Sam said he’s good with whatever, Danny doesn’t want you to worry about cooking a bunch of food, and Josh said he’s been wanting Thai food all week. Sounds like take-out for dinner.”

Mariah let out a light-hearted sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God. I really didn’t want to cook tonight. Tell them we’ll call in the order if one of them picks it up on the way here. Preferably Sam because he lives on the same side of town as the restaurant.”

Jake nodded as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and relayed the message. “What can I do to help you?”

Mariah shook her head and turned to face Jake. “You haven’t had a chance to truly relax since you’ve been home. You go sit on the couch and look handsome until your brothers get here. I’ve got everything covered.” She placed a chaste kiss to his lips and shooed him into the living room. She grabbed a beer from the fridge, twisting the cap off and setting it on the end table next to the sofa. “And, don’t you dare get up until the food gets here.”

Jake lightly shook his head as he sighed. “You are too good to me, woman. I love you, baby. So damn much.”

“I love you, cara mio.” Mariah quietly giggled to herself as she made her way back to the kitchen, peeking back into the living room, seeing Jake prop his feet up on the coffee table and tilt his head up to rest it on the back of the couch. She called the Thai restaurant and placed the order, having everyone’s dishes of choice memorized by heart. She had just finished cleaning up the kitchen when the first knock came from the front door. 

Jake attempted to stand from the couch to answer the door, but Mariah hurried to the front door before his feet even hit the ground. “Jacob Thomas. What did I say? Sit back down until Sam gets here with the food. I’m willing to bet money that this is Danny.” She pulled the door open, revealing a goofy-grinning Danny Wagner. “Come on in, Dan.” Mariah stepped aside, letting Danny cross the threshold of the house.

Danny pulled Mariah into a side hug, pressing a friendly kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you for having us, especially on such short notice. Forgetful Franny over there…” Danny gestured to Jake with a small chuckle. “...told us he failed to mention we were coming over.”

Mariah stifled her laughter as she glanced at Jake. “It’s really no problem, Danny. I love having you guys over. Make yourself comfortable. Sam should be here with the food soon. Only the Lord knows when Josh will be here.” Danny chuckled again as he moved to sit on the opposite end of the couch. Mariah walked back to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and calling out to Danny. “What do you want to drink, Wagner?”

Danny jokingly tapped his chin as he thought. “Just a beer is fine. Thank you, Mo.” He was the only person to ever call Mariah by that nickname, and it was one of her favorites. She twisted the cap off of Danny’s beer and handed it to him just as another knock came from the front door. Mariah shot Jake a glare, reminding him to stay put as she crossed the living room into the entryway. 

She opened the door to Sam and Josh, both holding plenty of take-out boxes and smiling wide. Sam held his boxes up high. “Dinner is served!” Mariah laughed as she led them to the dining room, helping them plate the food and figure out a seating arrangement. 

Jake and Danny trailed in from the living room, taking their seats at the table and saying a quick thank you to Mariah and Sam for ordering and retrieving the food. Mariah moved to sit next to Jake, running her hand along the back of his shoulders as she did. He turned his head to look at her, giving her a loving smile. 

3 hours later, everyone had eaten and Danny, Sam, and Josh said their final goodbyes and thank yous as they filed out of the door one by one. Jake and Mariah sat down heavily on the couch as they heard Josh pull the door shut. She rested her head on Jake’s shoulder, letting out a content sigh. He gently placed his hand on her thigh, lightly squeezing a couple of times before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Mariah nodded against his shoulder. “More than okay, cara mio. Everything feels like it’s exactly where it’s supposed to be in the universe.” She placed her hand over his. “Do you wanna go lay down, Jay? I know it’s only 9:30, but you’re exhausted. And don’t try to tell me you’re not. I know you. I can see it in your eyes.”

Jake simply nodded and let out a breathy laugh. “Oh my God, I thought you’d never ask. Going to bed sounds incredible, baby.” He stood and carefully pulled Mariah up with him. 

She could see that he had a certain look in his eye, even as he stared at the floor, like he had a question, but was unsure of how to ask. “Jay…” He hummed and looked up to her. She gently ran her hand up and down his arm. “What’s on your mind, honey?”

“You’ve already done so much today, so I feel bad for asking this of you.” Jake brought a hand up to sheepishly rub at the back of his neck. 

Mariah had been observing all of his tells the entire night. She stepped closer to him, draping her arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Yes, baby. I will rub your back. And, yes. I will use the lavender oil.”

Jake let his head fall to her shoulder. “How did you know, sweetheart? I thought I barely flinched.” He laced his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to him.

Mariah ran her hand through Jake’s hair, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Mmm… saw the flinch. And, heard the slight grunt when you put your feet up on the coffee table, too.” She ran her hands down Jake’s arm, sliding her hands into his. “Go put some shorts on, turn the light off, light a candle, take your shirt off, and lay on your stomach on the bed. I’ll be in there in just a second, okay?” She felt Jake nod against her, then he straightened up. 

Mariah grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, then followed him down the hall, heading to the bathroom as he disappeared into the bedroom. She grabbed the lavender essential oil from the cabinet, along with two pills of Tylenol. She took her hair out of its bun and quickly toyed with it before making her way to the bedroom. She found Jake exactly how she had told him to be; shirtless, face buried in a pillow that his arms were folded under, with a Tahitian Vanilla and Sandalwood candle burning on his nightstand. 

Mariah set the two pills and the bottle of water next to the candle, then climbed onto the bed, lightly sitting herself on the backs of Jake’s thighs. He let out a half grunt, half breath and shifted slightly at the sudden feeling of her against him. She gently ran her hand over his back, carefully scratching her nails along his skin. “Sorry, baby. I can move if I need to.”

Jake shook his head. “No, no. It’s okay. Just didn’t expect it, that’s all.” He let out a hum of appreciation as Mariah leaned down, brushing his hair out of the way and pressing a kiss just below his ear then to his jawline. 

She swept his hair off of his back, draping it over his shoulder. “Arms by your side, honey.” Mariah poured the lavender oil into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it up as he moved his arms. She started at the top of his back, pressing her fingertips into his shoulder blades, feeling the tension of the knots. She could feel how tense he was, his shoulders practically touching his ears. “Relax, Jay.” Working her hands down the plane of his back, she spread the oil over his skin, applying ample pressure where he needed it. Mariah felt the tightness of Jake’s back slowly start to ease as he let out a deep breath. 

Jake let his eyes flutter shut as Mariah’s fingers danced over his skin. She ran her thumbs along either side of his lower spine, then over the expanse of his lower back, just above the waistband of his shorts. After a few more minutes, she leaned down again, pressing her lips to his cheek. “All done, honey. There’s Tylenol on the nightstand.” When Jake didn’t answer, his eyes closed and breaths even, Mariah carefully climbed off of the backs of his legs and stood next to the bed, trying her best to work the comforter out from under him without waking him. She pulled the blanket over him, brushing her fingers through his hair. “Goodnight, Jacob.” She pressed another kiss to his cheek. “I love you, cara mio.” Mariah blew out the candle and quietly moved to the chest of drawers, pulling out a pair of shorts and one of Jake’s old t-shirts. She quickly changed and slid into bed next to him. 

Jake mumbled something in his sleep, draping his arm over her waist and scooting closer to her. Mariah smiled to herself, turning onto her side and curling into Jake’s body. She took in the scent of the lavender and another scent that she could only describe as him as her eyes slowly closed on their own.

~~~

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Jake (Probably):

Kids being less normal and more feral HC

Ok so the kids right, I REFUSE to believe these guys just eat fruits and fish they’re like 8-7-6 THEY NEED MEAT EVEN IF THEY DONT AGE. And unfortunately they’re friends with quite abit of the animal and creature residents of neverland.

So to keep it mostly peaceful and not be hunted every time they step on the island, they hunt both some animals (vulnerable ones), mythical creatures and humans they aren’t picky.

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Poppins (part 5)

Josh/Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, slight angst, etc

Sleep doesn’t plan on dropping in to visit you tonight, that much is clear. Still, it doesn’t stop you from staring up at the ceiling, longing for it.

If you could just quiet the storm inside your head, if only for a moment or two, you might be able to drift away.

All hope is lost completely when your phone begins to vibrate on the night stand beside you. It crosses your mind to ignore it, but no one calls at this hour for no good reason.

With an exasperated sigh, you roll to your side and grab it up.

“Perfect.” You mutter upon seeing Jake’s name displayed on the screen. Yet another facet stepping up to complicate this shit show of a night even further.

“This better be good.” 3 am phone calls don’t lend themselves to a proper greeting in your book.

“Well, hello to you, too, pretty girl.” He laughs, clearly bright eyed and full of piss and vinegar.

“I’m sleeping, Jacob.” You huff, flopping onto your back once again.

He calls your bluff. Of course he does. “No you’re not. You sound wide awake, and I need someone to keep me company.”

“No pretty young thing to follow you home from your gig tonight?” You ask, though you certainly don’t actually want to know.

He makes a sound in the negative, and then adds, “But if I get really hard up, I can just pop my head out the door and flag down one of the hookers that are loitering around this shit hole of a motel.”

“That bad?”

“I’ll put it this way,” he breathes a wisp of a laugh, “If I were to look under the bed and find a dead body, I wouldn’t be shocked. Not even a little bit.”

“Yikes.” You genuinely feel for him. Hotels and their germs freak you out as it is, you can’t fathom being expected to sleep in an establishment as fine as the one he’s describing.

“Make sure you check for bed bugs before you go to sleep.” It breaks your heart to think of him slumbering fitfully while tiny monsters feast away.

“You think I’m going anywhere near that bed?” He sounds offended, but you know better. “I’m sleeping in the fucking bathtub. I wish you were here, though.”

“So, you’d have me suffer through a night in hotel hell just so you’d have someone to keep you company? Narcissist.”

That halting laugh of his, the one you’re completely smitten with, makes an appearance, but his reply comes gently. “No. There’s just something about the thought of seeing something so beautiful surrounded by all this ugliness…I don’t know.”

That, you hadn’t expected.

He glosses over his honesty and begins telling you about the bar he’s playing. About how it used to be a speakeasy. How there are still scattered bullet holes in the walls from a raid. Al Capone once visited, he tells you animatedly, and broke a bartender's nose for speaking without respect…

On and on he prattles, and you let him, paying close attention to his every word. This isn’t your first time being ‘Jaked’ in the middle of the night.

And if you’re being honest, maybe your attentiveness has more to do with the fact that you miss him already. It’s good to hear his voice, that calming, soft rasp. His idiosyncratic tendencies - ‘you know’ as a place filler as he gathers his thoughts, interesting, suppose, it’s all so jake, and it makes you feel safe in the strangest way.

You ask questions in all the right places, not enough to interrupt, but just enough to encourage the stream of thoughts he has decided to share with you.

That is, until he catches on. “Are we whispering because it’s late, or because you’re at my brother’s?”

You pluck at the blanket thrown over you, chagrined. A child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “He was out of sorts with you gone, so I stayed. You know how he gets.”

“I get that way, too.” He points out softly. “Who babies me?”

You shrug, though he can’t see you “A girl in every port?”

“Would you stop with that?” He suddenly sounds sad, and it’s so unlike him you’re shocked into momentary silence.

It stretches on for a while, with you now staring at the wall as the tree outside lends the shadows of its leaves to dance and flutter in the night. And Jake, cooped up in some depressing, filthy room god knows where, breathing in stagnant air and mold spores.

He slices through it first, “Hey, poppins?”

“Hmm?” How easily can make your heart ache and pound without effort. They both can.

“Do you miss me?”

The hopefulness in his query makes you smile. He sounds almost…vulnerable?

“I do, Jake. I always miss you when you go away.”

A discreet hum of satisfaction is his only reply before the quiet returns. Then…

“Why are you at my brother’s, babe? Is this a ‘when the cats away the mice will play’ situation?”

Why is he always so calm and collected? Tipping his hand just enough to stoke the flames of your curiosity. And why is it so sexy?

“Are you the cat?” You ask softly, avoiding his actual question.

He sees your bet and raises the stakes “Are you two the mice?”

Still unwilling to hand over your secrets, you ask a question of your own. “What is this? You both really do get off on the competition of it all, don’t you? Is there a scorecard hidden away somewhere? Because I —“

“Hey,” he soothes, voice comforting like a warm, much loved quilt. “There’s no scorecard. We actually have a scoreboard. It lights up and everything. Cost a shit load.”

He successfully tugs a giggle out of you, plucking the thorn out of your side effortlessly. Seconds later, however, you’re right back where you started.

“Why, then? Sometimes I feel like I’m caught in sibling rivalry crossfire. Like I’m constantly ducking and dodging Kiszka bullets.”

“No such thing.” He’s trying his best to lighten things up. “We Kiszkas are noble and peaceful people.”

He desperately would like to be let off the hook… instead, you keep him dangling on the line. “I’m serious.”

At last, he gives in. “Alright, alright. The thing is, you can’t really blame us. Sometimes it’s unavoidable and that’s just science.”

“Science.” You repeat, unimpressed.

“Yes. Science. Identical twins, such as myself and my lesser half, share nearly indistinguishable brain wave patterns, and —“

“Jesus, do you two carry around some big book of twin factoids everywhere you go?”

Brushing your flippancy aside without comment, he continues on. “So, shared brain waves and 99.9% identical DNA means we view the world around us in much the same way. That’s why you hear those crazy stories about separated twins finding each other later only to discover they’ve been living parallel lives. Essentially, we’re the same person.”

“Is this where I come in?” You ask, trying hard to conceal the fascination hiding behind your nonchalance.

“Possibly.” In your mind's eye, you picture his fingers running over his lips in a gentle pinching motion. An endearing habit of his when he’s feeling contemplative. “But, sometimes I think it has very little to do with all of that. Sometimes I think it’s just you.”

“Me?’

“You’re the lighthouse, poppins…” his voice is soft and thoughtful. “And he and I are the ships. Question is, who will run ashore first?”

“Something happened between Josh and I tonight.” You confess. “And I honestly don’t know why I’m telling you. I just felt like you should know.”

“Doesn’t that make you think?” He questions, backing you into an invisible corner.

“Doesn’t what make me think?”

“The fact that you felt the need to tell me. It’s interesting, isn’t it?”

You’re not sure what to say to that, so you choose the easiest path and say nothing at all.

“Jealousy isn’t a character flaw I struggle with. Never has been.” You listen to the creaking groan of the likely cheap and worn chair he is repositioning himself in. “Territorial? I’ll own that, but almost never with Josh. So you have your fun, love. Get him out of your system. You and I both know which ship your light shines a little brighter for.”

He ends the call with little room for argument on your part. You consider calling him back to tell him he’s wrong (is he wrong?). Instead, you slip out of bed and pad down the hall towards Josh’s room, light and hushed on your feet.

~

Josh is dreaming of you. Lost in turquoise waters that lull him deeper and deeper, down down down. You’re everywhere. Your voice, echoing and purring with the delicate current. He is tangled in your silken hair. It glows in otherworldly shades of bioluminescent purple and he longs to touch it, but each lock dissolves into blinding glitter the moment he reaches for it. Closer to the floor of your sea he drifts, as your soft moans grow louder, accompanied by the alien mournful song of whales calling to one another, his unconscious world shifts…

Now you lie beneath him, twisted in wrinkled sheets, clinging to him as he rocks into you deeply. Your nails sting as they bite into and drag across his back and he hopes it burns forever. He likes it better here. Bathing in your ocean was bliss, but here he can touch your face. Here he can search your eyes for their secrets and taste your skin. He can hear the desire thrumming in your hummingbird heart. Here you are his.

He always thinks you’re beautiful, but like this, you are celestial. A supernova captured in his arms.

You call his name, but your eyes are cast over his shoulder. He knows without question who has come to dismantle his perfect world.

“Tell him to go.”

You shake your head languidly with a Mona Lisa smile, “I’d like him to stay.”

Squeezing around him just right, you run your fingertip down the bridge of his nose…

…and he startles awake with a curse.

~

His door isn’t closed, but merely pushed to…still, you lift a loose fist to knock lightly. A faint moan in the dark stops you.

It’s a tranquil sound, one you might expect to enjoy while caught up in slow and easy early morning sex. And while it isn’t overtly obscene, it steals the air from your lungs all the same.

He’s sleeping, your eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to know that, but he breathes another sigh into the air, and then…your name.

Can a sound be poetic? Can inflection be art? Because that is the only way to describe the way your name sounds on his tongue.

He’s dreaming…and whatever world he has faded into holds some version of you inside of it as well. What is going on inside that brilliant, beautiful mind of yours, Joshua?

This is wrong. You should go back to bed and pretend this never happened…but the angel on your shoulder has taken the night off, leaving the shameless devil in charge, plotting nefariously.

A harsh hiss of “Fuck!” bites out of him, startling you. He sounds frustrated and furious. He is awake, and very unhappy about it.

Standing still as a statue, you wonder ridiculously if he can hear the wild beat of your heart.

Knock now, you think. Pretend you’ve just arrived at his door. For the second time, you raise your hand to knock, and for the second time, you stop in your tracks when you see it.

His hand slips beneath the sheets as a shutter of pleasure ripples out of his chest. It’s no more than a strangled gasp, but your body explodes into heated pins and needles.

The drag of his fist against the linens keeps time with the airy moans he is panting into the night. It’s fucking intoxicating and you so badly want to go to him.

Instead, you back slowly away from the crack into the door, retreating further back in the hall. You’ll slink back to bed and it’ll be like this never even happened —

A floorboard creaks. An inanimate object groaning to tattle tale and shine a spotlight on your presence.

He stops instantly as you clamp your eyes shut tightly for a split second…if I can’t see you, you can’t see me mentality.

And while you pray with your whole soul to disappear like smoke in the air, he rises, tucks himself back into his sweats, and confidently closes the space between the two of you.

Before you can process, his fingers lace around your wrist and pull you into the room. Your body is pressed against the door, his breath warm on your neck as he reaches behind you to twist the lock.

A single finger traces along your cheek before tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Were you watching me?”

“I…” You stammer, guilty as sin. “I was just getting ready to knock and…”

His hand slides between your legs to tease his fingers over soaked cotton. “Oh,” he tilts his head, smug and pleased with his discovery. “Someone was enjoying the show. My sweet little thing has ruined her pretty panties.”

He finds your clit and presses against it, remaining still, taunting you with the delicious pressure of his touch. “Do you like to watch?”

You nod, the shame of being caught slowly seeping from your veins.

“Yeah?” He slips into your panties from the side and teases two fingers inside you, curling upward until your thighs are shaking. “You wanna watch me cum?”

A whine of desire trembles out of you, telling him all he needs to know.

His fucks his fingers into you just a hint faster. Building you up nice and easy, creating a heavenly push and pull that you never want to end. “Some other time, sweetheart. I’m far too in love with this soft little cunt of yours right now. Pink as cotton candy and just as sweet.”

Your hands are fisted into the shoulders of his worn out t shirt, steadying yourself as your hips rock to meet him.

“Jake called.” The words leave you as barely a whisper.

“Did he?” There is a conversational edge to his cadence. As though you might be discussing the weather while you clench and drip into the palm of his hand. “Missing you already?”

“I don’t know, he— oh, fuck…right there.”

“Right there?” You catch a glimpse of the cocky smirk playing over his lips in the dark. “I'll touch you right there, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and let me.”

Your back arches away from the door to bring your body nearer to his. You want him pressed against you, skin to skin. You want to melt into him and live there forever, surrounded by his warm light.

“You look so fucking pretty in this light.” The moon is filtering in through the window, cool and blue. You think of winter, and he mirrors your thoughts. “Like a snow angel.”

Your hand delves beneath his waistband of his tattered sweats. A chill races up his spine when you wrap your soft hand around him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you want…good girl.”

You coil and quiver around his fingers, giving yourself away.

“You like that?” He nips his perfect teeth into your bottom lip. “You want to be my good girl? A perfect princess to make my cock hard and my heart ache?’

Tightening your grip, you stroke him faster, earning a groan, long and low, deep within his chest as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge with just his hand.

“Josh, please,” the air feels charged, the way it does just before a vicious summer storm unleashes. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop,” he rocks into your hand a little faster to catch up with you. ‘Not until I have what’s mine. Let go for me. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum.”

With another practiced twist of his hand, he drags you under, free hand covering your mouth to quiet your cries, though he wishes he could let you scream until you were hoarse and spent.

He chases after you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own cries as he spills over your hand, tiny rivers of warmth that tickle your skin until your eyes flutter closed to savor the feeling.

It’s peaceful for a stretch, but when the words come, you don’t swallow them down like maybe you should. You speak them into existence like maybe you shouldn’t.

“He says you’re in love with me.”

His lips ghost over your cheek, light as the softest feather. “I am.”

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Heading into the 50th season of Saturday Night Live, fans of the show and its original cast may feel they already know all of the lore surrounding them and their iconic characters, such as how Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi took two white guys in black suits and rocketed The Blues Brothers to the top of the charts with a multi-platinum album in 1978 and a subsequent movie in 1980 that co-starred Aretha Franklin, Ray Charles, and James Brown—and in doing so, revitalized the careers of those music legends. And yet, somehow, there are revelations aplenty in a new two-hour oral history, Blues Brothers: The Arc of Gratitude, debuting Thursday exclusively on Audible.

Aykroyd, now 72, narrates and presides over the retrospective, which features previously unheard audio from Belushi (who died in 1982), some of the last testimony of his widow, Judith Belushi Pisano (who died earlier this month), as well as anecdotes from Blues Brothers musical director Paul Shaffer, band members Lou Marini and Steve Jordan, plus drummer Willie Hall, Belushi’s real-life inspiration Curtis Salgado, filmmaker John Landis, and his wife, costume designer Deborah Nadoolman Landis.

As Belushi’s widow explains, the real origin story of The Blues Brothers involved a lot more than what we saw on screen.

“They were characters. No doubt about it,” Pisano recalls. “They were somewhat alter-egos, as well. They were sort of characters on the stage of life. It wasn’t a bit, exactly, that they ended up doing. I know that it’s often referred to The Blues Brothers as developed from a skit on Saturday Night Live, and you know, that’s really just not true. It’s not how it happened.”

From road trips to roadhouses to 30 Rock

While the Aykroyd-Belushi partnership officially began on stage in Toronto at The Second City—after which they did listen to a live blues band that very first night and share their common tastes in music—the idea for them to perform music in addition to comedy came a bit later when the duo drove cross-country. “They sort of jokingly said, let’s do a band,” Pisano recalls. Belushi, then already a star of The National Lampoon’s off-Broadway musical, Lemmings, as well as The National Lampoon Radio Hour, had recruited Aykroyd from Toronto, and he was sleeping on a mattress on the floor of the studio apartment Belushi shared with Pisano on Bleecker Street.

Belushi would get up onstage with bands in NYC or on road trips and sing the old Robert Johnson tune, “Sweet Home Chicago,” which Pisano says “was a well-known, popular, easy to play song.” Lorne Michaels saw one of Belushi’s performances and suggested he do it to warm up the studio audience at Saturday Night Live. Belushi got Aykroyd involved. Willie Nelson gave Jake and Elwood their first big break

Belushi already had befriended Willie Nelson, according to Aykroyd, and they laid out their initial concept for a blues band to Nelson backstage during his residency at The Lone Star Cafe, a former nightclub on Fifth Avenue. “Within a few minutes, Willie had agreed to lend us his band as a backup for a trial show in which Jake and Elwood would open for him,” Aykroyd says. He and Belushi learned a few songs for the gig. “The reaction was favorable, although clear that neither John nor I were conservatory-trained artists, we had a good feel for the music, and we knew how to feature an all-star band.”

Comedian Lenny Bruce helped inspire their signature look

“The wardrobe was inspired by Lenny Bruce, who always wore a dark suit, black string tie and white shirt,” Aykroyd says. “The hat and shades were meant to emulate John Lee Hooker from the photo on the cover of his album House of the Blues. It delighted us that we were compared to IRS agents, Men in Black, and the reference in the movie when Aretha Franklin says that we resemble Hasidic diamond merchants.”

“They found the stuff in thrift shops,” Pisano adds, “and then once the movie hit, they were on—you got yourself a designer, and custom-made suits before you know it.”

Enter Landis’s wife, costume designer Deborah Nadoolman Landis, who had outfitted Belushi’s “COLLEGE” sweatshirt for National Lampoon’s Animal House, and later picked out the fedora and jacket for Indiana Jones, as well as Michael Jackson’s red Thriller jacket. She recalls how haphazard their early outfits looked as Jake and Elwood: “They were using any jacket and any pair of black trousers, usually didn’t match. So they were not in suits, they were unsuited. And any hat, and any tie, and any shirt, and any glasses that looked OK.”

Lorne Michaels was initially skeptical the idea would work

That their first blues song onscreen happened in their SNL “Killer Bee” costumes? Not part of the plan. “Which John hated,” Landis alleges. “And I think it was Lorne sticking it to him.” But after that performance of “I’m a King Bee” on the Jan. 17, 1976, episode, SNL’s musical director Howard Shore dubbed Aykroyd and Belushi The Blues Brothers, and they were off and running.

Belushi tasked Paul Shaffer, an original SNL house band member (and later longtime band leader for David Letterman’s late-night reign), to hire the rest of The Blues Brothers band, which originally included Shaffer on keys, Marini on sax, Al Rubin on trumpet, Tom Malone on trombone, and Steve Jordan on percussion. “I just knew I was having a better time than I ever thought I would have in my whole life,” Shaffer recalls. “Everybody was having so much fun.” And of Aykroyd and Belushi, Shaffer says: “They were explosive individually,” but together, “like a tornado, that’s what the two were like.”

Malone suggested getting Otis Redding’s guys, Steve Cropper and Duck Dunn on lead guitar and bass to fill out the rhythm section, and then they added another guitarist, Matt “Guitar” Murphy, after seeing him perform elsewhere in the city.

“An odd mixture of people, but man, it worked,” Marini says. “But Lorne didn’t dig it. And then one of the shows late in the season, they were short, and he said, you guys want to do your silly song? Go ahead and do it. And so we did it on the show. And it was a tremendous hit. People just went crazy for it.”

Belushi was furious at anyone who dared criticize the band When The Blues Brothers scored a #1 hit with their debut album, 1978’s Briefcase Full of Blues, Belushi found himself that fall with the top album, along with a box-office smash in Animal House, to go with his fame on SNL. But he was not without his critics.

In a previously unheard interview conducted with journalist Steve Bloom for a 1979 profile in the Soho Weekly News, we hear Belushi brushing back criticism of The Blues Brothers as a novelty act or appropriating black culture.

“It’s just weird, you know. Why would I do these things?” he says. “First of all, it has nothing to do with ego. It has nothing to do with money. Or the need to be loved by an audience. I don’t have any of those feelings. What the fuck do these people think I am, anyway? I can’t fucking understand why they would attack—see when they attack me, they attack the band. And I hate when they attack the band, because then it makes them look like schmucks for doing what they did for me.” One famous scene from ‘The Blues Brothers’ film was inspired by real life

Aykroyd reveals that one scene in their 1980 film is a nod to their actual record deal: “Where we are about to escape from the Palace Ballroom and commence the final run for Chicago. A 350-pound, 6-foot-4-inch man resembling a Turkish spa attendant lunges out from the wings to offer a record deal. This scene is a direct reprise of what happened when John and I left the stage as The Blues Brothers that first night. In the dressing room halls of 8H, at the page stand, Michael Klenfner, who played the guy in the film and was an acquaintance of John’s, grabbed us and said, ‘You guys should do a record. I’m Michael Klenfner from Atlantic Records. Ahmet (Ertegun) will love this.’” Klenfner died at 62 in 2009.

Film distributors didn’t think Southern audiences could handle the film’s ‘Black’ music

Landis says he intended to make a 70mm “road movie” complete with an intermission, but he and Universal couldn’t even convince cinema distributors to roll out the film nationwide. He and Aykroyd claim exhibitors—Landis singled out Ted Mann of Mann Theatres, who’d bought the Fox Theater chain—worried that audiences in the South and elsewhere would object to a film filled with predominantly “Black” music and performers. So they only debuted in 600 cinemas instead of 1,400, and tried to mount a live concert tour to promote it.

Aykroyd saw none of the film’s massive box office profits

Even though the movie brought in more than $115 million at the box office, Aykroyd saw none of it. He says he received a $225,000 salary for writing and performing in the movie, “for which I was grateful then and am now, as I was only a net points participant in the proceeds, this is all the fee and money I have ever received from The Blues Brothers movie. Universal’s position is that due to the high costs at the time, my net points remain worthless.”

The Belushis fared a bit better, as Pisano said John Belushi used $150,000 he’d received as a bonus from Animal House’s success to subsidize the 1978 album recordings, which took place live at Universal Amphitheatre while they served as Steve Martin’s opening act. “We weren’t repaid [by Atlantic] until well after we recorded everything and they’d heard it, so I think we were probably a little naive to assume we were getting that money back,” Pisano says. “But: Best investment I ever made.”

Sean L. McCarthy @thecomicscomic

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masterlist for my human au atwow headcanons!!

(mostly for reference when I'm writing so there's some pretty specific things; might update it ocasionally)

Jake

slight dad bod

either in classical home depot dad attire or using the clothes from his 20s there's no in between

looks great with stubble and goes days without shaving but never to the point of growing a full beard (says it makes him look old)

used to have a "show me your boobs if you hate racism" shirt but Neytiri made him get rid of it when she got pregnant

uses the same beat-up running shoes from when he was a teen for any occasion

a sucker for bands from his teens to this day. will die loyal to the late 90s bc he's a young soul (Neytiri says he's just a manchild)

lets his hair grow out after the navy and it makes him look so much younger. Neytiri is actually spooked at how much he looks like he traveled back in time to his teens

used to pick up Spider to go to school when his dad wouldnt take him

never reads the instructions on how to assemble the ikea furniture but somehow gets it done perfectly every single time

cried when he found out about Kiri's first time bc his little girl was growing up too fast for him to keep up

big Queen enthusiast and raised his kids knowing every lyric to every song. if he's listening to bohemian rhapsody on the living room speakers you BET every single one of the Sullys will belt out the mama part no matter how far away they are located

likes to play rough with the kids like he did with Tommy when they were small and they all love it but he doesn't do it as much ever since Tuk hit her head on the ceiling when she was 5

used one of Neytiri's organic face masks once only to discover he's allergic to nuts. one trip to the ER later and now they are forbidden to enter the house

insists on driving the whole way on road trips even though Neytiri insists on switching

swears like a sailor and has to hold himself near Tuk because she's a big copycat and Neytiri wants her to be innocent for a little longer unlike her other children

emotionally stunted to the point where he really wants to express his feelings but it just doesn't come out bc he was never taught how to properly do so when he was young. his love language is more based on actions rather than words because of that

too hardheaded to wear sunscreen, always goes home from the beach looking like a shrimp

don't talk to him before his morning coffee

Neytiri

absolutely despised Jake's accent and taught him out of it once he moved to Pandora (pretend it's a country and not a planet) just bc she was so annoyed whenever he talked

forced every single one of the kids (and Jake) to download life360 ever since Tuk got lost in the mall and they found her hiding inside a mannequin's skirt three hours later

her love language is physical affection, always hugging and kissing and patting her children's heads even if they complain

very liberal about subjects that would embarrass other parents; she was raised without shame and is very comfortable with human nature. whenever the kids need to confide something like first periods, first times and emotional stuff like that they always go to her first

Mo'at is black and Eytukan was traditional na'vi; her dark skin tone is her mother's but she inherited her father's hair so it's naturally straight like in the movies. Neteyam's hair is like hers but Lo'ak and Tuk's are like their grandma's

cleans the entire house whenever she needs to calm herself

hc her working as an elementary teacher, inspired by her own experience with Grace and how well she did; she wishes she could be a good influence for young children as her own teacher was

really loud inside her own home, yells a lot even when she's not mad, she's just a naturally loud speaker

threw Lo'ak's GTA cd out the window like a frisbee when she found out you could hire hookers and run over people

early bird, wakes up at like 5 in the morning even on the weekends

uses organic and/or homemade products on her hair and skin

always snacking on some fruit

walks around the house naked all the time as if they didn't have any windows or neighbors

after her dad's death she has at least one of his personal beads on her hair at all times. even when it's loose she makes one tiny braid to put a bead on

really tall and slender body, Tuk says she's built like a model

eats about anything people offer her, no matter how exotic. Jake still gags when he remembers the beetle incident on their honeymoon

Neteyam

Starboy is his favorite album of all time (sidewalks is his and Lo'ak's ultimate comfort song bc it has kendrick in it)

has asthma but even so he's really good at most sports as long as he doesn't overdo it

kind of a fuckboy but not in a player way. he just doesn't have the time for anything serious so he blows off some steam once in a while but doesn't commit. he makes his intentions clear for everyone involved tho

very clean and needs to take at least 2 showers everyday or else he feels icky

no gag reflex (really cool party tricks except when he actually chokes on something)

got his belly button pierced so that he could match his mother's own. also let Kiri pierce his septum after she pierced her nose (it got infected oops)

loves dancing and knew basically all the choreos in dance central by heart. is too shy to go off in public though unless his siblings dance with him or he's drunk

shoe crazy. has so many pairs and treats them all so well, doesn't let anyone borrow them and if you step on one of those you might just as well jump off a bridge. you're dead mate

made fun of his mom for playing candy crush once but ended up downloading it and liking the game more than she did (still plays it to this day unironically)

splotch of vitiligo on the back of his neck the shade of his dad's skin that kind of resembles texas (Jake tells him it's the only real proof people need to know he's actually his son. Lo'ak calls him 99 dark chocolate)

has a very high pain tolerance but secretly likes to be coddled so he turns into a baby whenever he gets a harmless injury just so people can take care of him

sagittarius

contact lenses for reading but has a pair of glasses he uses sometimes when at home

when Ao'nung flirted with him at first he would scoff and act annoyed but started to miss it when he stopped doing it because he asked to

never actively came out to his parents. they just used their sixth sense and decided he was gay one day when he was a boy and once he grew up and didn't correct them they just went w it

overall masculine but picked some feminine traits from his mother and grandma (sitting w his legs crossed, painting his nails, tweezing his eyebrows and using feminine clothing sometimes)

Neytiri's face with Jake's body

really ticklish

Kiri

on the spectrum

nonbinary but doesn't really care about how she passes, pronouns and stuff like that. mostly just does her thing whenever and however she feels like it

sneezes like a grandpa

natural ginger but dyes her hair and eyebrows black bc she doesn't like standing out from her siblings too much (being white is already enough)

had a colossal crush on Spider when going through puberty but will never admit it

had her first epileptic episode when watching Lo'ak play geometry dash on the family tablet; the game has since been banned from the house to her brothers dismay

cuts her hair herself

paints all over her walls

has mild emetophobia so she doesn't drink or go on roller coasters bc she's scared she'll throw up; gags whenever she hears the sound of gagging

pierced the side of her nose and gave herself 2 stick and poke tattoos when she was 15; Neytiri was furious she didn't ask her to do it instead

loathes the feeling of Jake's stubble due to her sensory issues but still makes an effort when it's hugging/kissing time bc she knows he likes it and doesn't want him to feel bad and shave it

freckles and moles all over her body

has more body hair than most girls but refuses to shave and sometimes paints her arm hair just to see people's baffled reactions

bites down on things and people randomly out of nowhere and no one knows why, not even herself (her favorite target is Tuk's head)

stims by pulling her hair, listening to the same song over and over again, rocking back and forth and (strangely) smelling people, especially Rotxo

VERY sensitive to smells. steers far away from Lo'ak whenever he hasn't showered in a bit or starts sweating

doodles on every single thing in her possession. the whole bathroom mirror is full of drawings and even if someone cleans it they just come back

not shy at all, just an introvert. most people actually think she's very pleasant and knows how to carry a good conversation (she simply chooses not to)

aquarius

had the nasty habit of putting her finger inside people's mouths when they yawned; stopped doing that after Neytiri bit her once

Lo'ak

astoundingly HORRIFYING posture. his shadow looks like a tim burton character

lactose intolerant but loves cheesy things (always forgets his lactase tablets and has to go running to the bathroom whenever he eats out)

mildly managed (?) adhd and anger issues

aries (surprise surprise)

considers himself bi but would rather DIE than actually enter a romantic relationship with a man

used to make gagging sounds at Kiri just to see her suffer whenever she pissed him off when they were kids. stopped after she actually threw up one day and his mom yelled at him

real life definition of the light skin stare; caramel skin, blue eyes like his daddy, jaw and cheekbones to kill for and full lips. constantly doing The Face™ just to see Tuk laugh

acts tough but is kind of a pussy and gets scared really easily when it comes to horror movies, roller coasters and stuff like that

has a big brownish burn mark on his hip from when he tried to make french fries and dropped a pan of hot oil; tells people he just has vitiligo like his brother but for some reason they don't believe him (doesn't know that vitiligo only comes in white and his siblings don't tell him bc its funny seeing him embarrass himself)

sleeps with his mouth open and drools an ocean every night, constantly has Neteyam washing the pillow cover

whenever his mom has an appointment at the beauty salon he goes with her just to see Tsireya working. secretly likes it when she has free time and practices on his nails but would rather be caught dead than say it out loud

calls Kiri a racist whenever she says anything against him and watches her get flustered and splutter like its the funniest thing in the world (it indeed is)

pierced one ear but passed out when Neytiri went to pierce the other bc he has no pain tolerance whatsoever

doesn't stink per se, he's always got some cologne and body spray on and has good hygiene; the thing is he sweats really easily and has a naturally strong body odor so he doesn't smell all the time, but when he does its really strong

in love with Tsireya's stomach rolls

Jake's face with Neytiri's body

Tuktirey

despite common belief she is definitely NOT an ipad kid. this child runs around jumping anywhere every chance she gets; very physically active and can't stand still playing with one thing for too long

has absolutely no shame at all. runs around butt-naked and uses the toilet with her siblings still in the bathroom all the time, simply couldn't give less of a fuck (it's a Neytiri trait but she will never admit it)

watches coryxkenshin with Neteyam every chance they get and both enjoy it equally bc he's funny as hell and family friendly at that

has a gap on her front teeth she uses to squirt choco milk out of (Lo'ak thinks it's the funniest shit he's ever seen but Neteyam always yells at her when she does it)

loves touching her dad's stubble and loves it when he gives her kisses because it tickles

taller than most kids her age (Neytiri hopes she grows even more before her first period so that she doesn't stop growing and end up a sixth-grade sized teen)

crackhead gemini

knows more than the grown ups think she does but acts innocent and clueless to create awkward moments because she likes seeing them squirm (menace)

has a really slow brain to mouth filter, always says the rudest and most awkward things even when she doesn't mean to, ends up embarrassing people really easily

loves feeling useful, you could ask her to paint the fence with water and she would do it if she thought it was helping you

really easy to please; plays with girl and boy toys, uses boy and girl clothes, could be satisfied both by going to the movies or playing on a puddle of mud

took a while to speak and her first word was "dumb" after seeing Neteyam walk into a glass door

annoys her siblings until they let her tag along to their teenage adventures; thankfully most of their friends like her

covers for the teens when they need it but it always comes with a cost (makes them buy candy and robux for her)

kind of kid to crawl inside public bathroom stalls through under the door (Neytiri and Kiri can't let go of her hand anymore when they go)

Tonowari

Maori king

built like a refrigerator, works out but somehow still manages to have a beer belly (Ronal finds it very endearing)

even tho he's always busy bc of his job as mayor he finds time to do house chores, not just because he wants to ease Ronal's burden but also bc he actually likes acting like a housewife (it relaxes him)

meanest man to ever exist behind a grill. doesn't matter if he shouldnt or cant, he WILL grill every single thing in his line of sight

fishing dad!! takes the kids on fishing trips monthly and they love it. has a picture of him with a fish about his size from when he was twelve and cherishes it to this day

was a really cool guy in his teens, a total chick magnet and competed in surfing. his childhood acquaintances say how much Ao'nung reminds of him back then all the time and he's so proud of it

passed out in the room seeing Ao being born. thought he was prepared when it was Tsireya's turn but Ronal passed out so he did too

inhumane alcohol tolerance; usually when they have a cookout he drinks the whole day without even realizing and everybody wonders if he's secretly an alcoholic but no. he's just built different

the other women in the neighborhood are soooo jealous of Ronal because he's the best husband ever

didn't actually plan on becoming mayor; the people actually asked him to do so because he's so likable and such a natural leader it was such a great fit

has really full eyebrows he also passed on to his kids. Ronal tries tweezing them but he doesn't let her

socks with sandals

does woodwork as a hobby, creates some beautiful traditional stuff and actually built most of the furniture in the house. currently making a big swing for when the baby is a bit older (Ao and Reya are jealous)

the house they currently live in is a house built long ago that is passed down to the respective mayors. it was already a really nice house but he made sure to renovate all of it himself bc he's a handy dad

built a small pool house in the backyard under the excuse that the teens needed a spot to hang out when they have friends over. he secretly meant for it to be Rotxo's space for when he needed some alone time. he let him decorate it the way he liked and it's more of a guest house nowadays bc his nephew managed to turn the thing into an actual livable place

accidentally one-ups all the dads in town without noticing (oh your son started swimming? thats really nice, Ao'nung started at two years old! :D)

Ronal

was a family doctor but decided to quit once she got pregnant to focus on her family. is now the headmaster of Awa'atlu's local high school and the students are terrified of her (she loves it)

wine mom

also an ingredient mom

people think she's so much younger than Tonowari but she's actually the oldest one (she's past her fifties don't tell anyone)

has a big wooden box of every gift and letter the kids have given her throughout the years

gossiping is one of her favorite pastimes but she's not fake about it. she'll talk shit ab you for sure AND will do it to your face too but will also give you advice if you ask her for it

skincare queen!! full of oils and lotions to prevent stretch marks when she's pregnant, always smells divine because of it

knits whenever she's stressed out. usually does rugs and blankets though since Awa'atlu is so damn warm no one would be insane enough to put on a sweater

made a handmade individual album for every one of the kids from their birth to now

has mad steel guts; could see a plane crash and burn right in front of her and wouldn't even flinch, which is good for emergencies but also freaks people out (understandably). her excuse is that being a doctor and raising three children does that

made sure all of her births were natural just to prove she was strong enough to do so even though no one ever doubted her

Roa (pretend shes a bulldog) was a pregnancy gift from Rotxo's dad (who was also her twin). she didn't like it that much bc shes not really big on animals but when he died she warmed up to her because she reminded her of her brother. now they even sleep in the same bed and nobody is allowed to discipline Roa but her because she "doesn't want any of them treating her badly"

strict open door and visible hands policies when the kids' friends come over. also never let any of them alone with strangers when they were smaller

treats Rotxo as if he was her own son and will murder anyone that dares say otherwise

she was pregnant once before Ao'nung but had a miscarriage due to stress; it was one of the main reasons she quit her job, she didn't want to risk that happening again and feeling that amount of pain once more

wasnt really big on the idea of tattoos when she was younger and didn't want to do any even if it was part of the Metkayina culture. changed her mind instantly when she saw Tonowari's first tattoo and how great it looked on him

always know when the kids are up to no good and think they're slick (side eyes Tsireya whenever her and Lo'ak are under a blanket together and never lets Ao and Neteyam sleep in the same room)

is harder on Ao'nung rather than her other children not because he's the eldest but because she sees so much of her teen self in him. she doesn't want him to lose his best years by isolating himself due to being so judgemental and full of himself like she was

does most of her chores with Tsireya and really appreciates how much she takes after her father - she always offers help right away and does everything with a smile on her face even if she doesn't know how to do it and she really admires her daughter for it

Ao'nung

looks great with facial hair but doesn't grow a beard bc his mom doesn't let him (it reminds her of how old she's getting so she makes him shave it off). once he's finally able to rock a light goatee without her interfering she swoons at how handsome her big baby looks

used to be a chubby kid but after puberty and several growth spurts along with swimming he's in amazing shape for his age. also works out with his dad sometimes

could wash his hair with only dish soap and it would still be naturally majestic. only uses plain shampoo and conditioner (it revolts everyone in the house)

tallest in the friend group and keeps putting things out of people's reach because he's kind of a dick

got a matching traditional Metkayina tattoo with Rotxo as soon as he turned eighteen (Ronal let the younger one do it even though he wasn't of age just because she thought it was so cute)

really squirmish unlike his mother and will pass out immediately at the sight of blood

doesn't listen to music all that much, so his taste is mostly Rotxo's and Tsireya's songs

the only reason they got a pool built in the first place was because of him. develops chronic depression whenever he's dry for too long (Ronal says his father used to be just like him and compares him to a little fish)

snacks on the most diabolical things ever (raw pasta with peanut butter and such delicacies) because hes too lazy to cook a proper meal just for himself

talks big talk but actually can't fight for shit 💀 the attitude makes up for it at least

best swimmer Awa'atlu High has seen ever since his dad

plays the guitar and had a band with Rotxo and Reya just for shits and giggles. they were actually pretty good but that didnt last long (the fame of having the total of 10 people watching their covers was getting to his head)

laughs at people presenting in front of the class (when its his turn he tells them to shut the fuck up obviously)

although he's really known at school due to his abilities and parents most of the kids don't like him because of his resting bitch face syndrome, they think he's stuck-up when he's actually just chilling

leo

snores like a truck

kind of mf to turn to you in class with the most devilish grin when the teacher is scolding you just so you laugh and get scolded even more

asked Rotxo to share a room with him because he didn't want to be lonely

Rotxo

goes surfing to Three Brothers Rocks at least once a month to smoke with Ao

baby blue and aqua green braces

younger than Ao'nung but is one year ahead so he's in his grade

pisces

very insecure ab his looks because he's smaller than others his age and has braces and acne scars. truth is he's a cutie pie and once he hits his last stop in puberty train he has the potential to be a chick magnet

his hair routine is insanely detailed. puts a lot of effort into it and it shows. absolutely beautiful tight curls

naturally smart; doesn't make as much of an effort as Neteyam or Tsireya but still has very above average grades

sometimes people look at him and just laugh because he zones out so often it looks like there are absolutely no thoughts behind those big ol green eyes

even though he's smart, the subjects only make sense in his own head, so he is a terrible teacher

will be talking to you looking like a cutie patootie while listening to the most explicit horniest whorish songs on planet earth on his earphones. AND he knows all the lyrics too

asked Tonowari for a huge aquarium in the living room, takes care of the little fishies religiously and knows how to differentiate all of them, also gave them all names

certified munch

pretty shy but once he gets to know you says the most out of pocket things ever because he hardly has any filter. so unintentionally funny

knows beatbox and plays the drums, so when he drops a beat out of nowhere he gets everyone turnt because its actually pretty good (Lo'ak starts freestyling on it most of the time but they all shut him down real quick)

makes bracelets and necklaces for the people he loves

type of person to start telling a story and have a laughing fit in the middle of it so no one actually understands it by the end

an absolute beast on the drums. actually the only way he found to healthily manage his anger so whenever he plays he goes all out to the point it's just scary (or hot but that's for you to decide)

Tsireya

slightly chubby and has wide hips and big thighs like her mother; used to be insecure about it but started not minding as much as she got older.

very healthy, loves salad and fruit and natural juices and smoothies and all of the things most teens hate

loves pink. its her favorite color of all time and she has dyed some streaks of her hair when she was younger (didn't look great but she loved it regardless bc it was pink!!)

started working in a beauty salon and trained her nail painting skills on everyone for a month. nobody complained bc she's actually really talented and they came out great everytime

big sza beyonce and doja cat gal. ocasionally listens to kim petras bc she's pretty and bc she thinks some of her songs are funny

loves sweet things for breakfast

takes a lot after her mother in her mannerisms but looks just like her father and is a total daddy's girl

carries a huge 2-liter hydroflask with a dangling bell keychain with her everywhere she goes and it annoys the shit out of everyone. doesn't care bc shes unbothered hydrated and flourishing

always wearing lip gloss

watches courteezy religiously and thinks she's the funniest

has a pet hamster named Shuu The Third; the other two didn't manage to escape Tonowari's grasp (he sat on them)

has an entire desk in her room just for doing her makeup. it's a very natural aesthetic, never looks exaggerated but it takes a lot of care nevertheless

in love with Lo'ak's smile. thinks he's the most handsome boy alive even when he looks like an evil santa helper

very girly girl and takes a lot of pride in it, people usually thinks she's dumb or superficial bc of her looks but she's full of personality and really smart; actually just likes the process of putting effort into her appearance

has HELLISH periods. her parents were actually scared she was developing a personality disorder after puberty because her pms turns her into a straight up bitch (turns out she just had endometriosis and was in excruciating pain most of the time)

has the voice of an angel and would sing on her brothers band just because she liked seeing them have fun with something other than swimming and surfing

ugliest laugh of all time. sounds like that one girl on that vine "not to be racist or anything but asian people..."

makes her own scented candles and spreads them all around the house

really good dancer, made her own dance club with some of her friends at school

cancer

Spider

speaks fluent spanish

runs real fast and also does parkour. doesn't even break a sweat, this boys got some insane stamina

huge '80s and '90s latino music fanboy bc of his mama

kind of dude to say stuff like "later skater", "smell you later" and "deuces" unironically

legally changes his name to Spider Socorro as soon as he gets the chance (middle name is Oscar so it actually spells S.O.S which he thinks is rad as fuck)

only smaller than Ao'nung in their friend group and constantly being asked to pick things up from high places (ao put them there probably)

absolute whore for spicy food and has crazy tolerance. Lo'ak always challenges him to food competitions (loses every time)

had a gigantic crush on Kiri while going through puberty and lowkey still does but he cherishes their friendship too much to tell her. kind of also thinks she deserves better

breaks bones like they're made of glass bc he has no survival instincts and throws himself off of ledges and small buildings like it's nothing thinking he has plot armor (very much does not)

hair straight in the roots, curly in the middle and wavy at the ends. absolute mad genetics

corniest mf to ever exist, will use the most stupid pickup lines ever but he enjoys it so much they actually turn funny

not exactly ripped but he does have plenty of muscle and the girls in school all wonder what he does to have a six pack (absolutely nothing, just climbs walls all day and has crazy metabolism privileges)

skates ever since he was a kid, total sk8er boy

terrible swimmer, can't hold his breath for shit

his closet consists of flannels and jeans and one single pair of beat up converses

taurus

has dyslexia so has a hard time at school and barely gets any help from his father, Neteyam and Kiri do their best to help him though

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