#sadie and hayden

[rosehathawhey]

Flirty late night call with a candidate. You're pushing it.

[homemade-ghosts]

SPOILERS for episode 8 of the girls on the bus but i'm feeling very booboo the fool at the moment because i really should've caught on to the fact that Hot White Guy™'s whole "nice guy" schtick was somewhat of an act before that ending. it just never crossed my mind that he wasn't being completely genuine because i had my scott foley blinders on. damn that man and the power his vague hotness and charisma have over me.

anyway, for now, i'm still choosing to believe that his conversations with sadie aren't performative. i think there's a real connection there, even if they don't take it very far this season.

regardless, though, it'll be really interesting to see sadie's reaction if and when she finds out about any of this. i mean, she already got overly, personally invested in one political candidate (felicity walker) and it ended up breaking her heart, in a way, when walker wasn't who sadie thought she was (at least on a personal level) so for that to happen to her again? oof.

[sodascherrycola]

Instagram Intros (Chris & Melissa's Kids)

Cameron Evan Kirkpatrick (@cameronkirkpatrick)

DOB: May 11th 2001 Age: 24 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Cam, Cammy S/O: Nora Mathews Kids: None Best Friend(s): Lucas Bass and Oliver Peters Aesthetic: Cameron was born at a time where his parents were really struggling. His mom and dad had been married for 2 years and had been trying for a baby, and suffered multiple miscarriages. Both Chris and Melissa were ready to give up, not just with trying for a baby, but their relationship too. When Chris came back from the No Strings Attached tour, Mel jumped on him and gave him the good news. Chris was very protective of his wife during her first pregnancy, scared one wrong move could cause another heartbreak they just couldn't afford right now. Melissa was a bit more lenient with the ordeal. When Cameron was born, the entire Nsync family came to see him and Chris had sobbed his heart out at his little boy. During his childhood Cam had a very big personality. He was very loud with his emotions, so it was easy to understand when he was angry, sad, happy, or tired, perfect for his parents. He was his father's best friend. Cameron and Chris had the best relationship, and were known to sit on the couch and watch sports and cartoons until it was time for bed. Superbowl was a big deal in Mel's house for her boys. Lola was born when he was 3 years old, and he loved her endlessly. When Chris took him to come and see his little sister he laughed and cried at the same time. He was so excited to have her around he couldn't contain his emotions. She always followed him around and it didn't bother him one bit. They were extremely close growing up.

Lola Spencer Kirkpatrick (@lilyspencerkirkpatrick)

DOB: April 24th 2004 Age: 21 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Lil, Lily S/O: Andrew Chasez Kids: None Best Friend(s): Mary Kate Timberlake and Rosalie Moore Aesthetic: Lola is her mother's copy and paste, with a touch of Chris' personality. She's a very funny girl, but very mature for her age. Her parents always let her be silly and mess around whenever. She was always sweet and the life of the party. In her adulthood she has really impersonated her mother when she was her age. Mel and Lola both love a night out bar-hopping, but they also both know when enough is enough, Chris is very grateful for this. She loves her friends more than anything in the world and would do whatever for them. Lola started modelling during high school, with the help of her Victoria's Secret model alumni mother of course. She is most known for her shoots with Calvin Klein, Yves Saint Laurent, Versace, and Ralph Lauren. Lily also grew up hanging out with the Chasez' a lot as well. Growing up around them, they became like her cousins, except for Andrew Chasez. She fell in love with him in 3rd grade and their mother's were rooting for them the entire time. Mel and Emma were terrible with trying to set the two of them up, their husbands giggling in the doorway watching their wives place them next to each other during a movie night. Eventually, after Lola graduated high school and moved to New York, they met up. Andrew was already living there, attending Julliard at the time, and Emma told him to let the young Kirkpatrick live with him for a bit until she got on her feet. They fell in love and their mother's held a party back home, disguised as a welcome home party.

Charlie Reece Kirkpatrick (@charliereeceer07)

DOB: March 9th 2007 Age: 18 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Char S/O: Madison Clarke Kids: None Best Friend(s): Haley Fatone Aesthetic: When Charlie and his twin brother were born, Melissa and Chris were under the impression they couldn't have any more kids. They had such a struggle conceiving their first two children and were told that it would be near impossible for them to have the luck they did before. At their 20 week appointment, they found out. The doctor informed that it would be a difficult pregnancy and that she would have to be extremely careful throughout the rest of it. Chris was crazy protective of his wife and barely let her sit up on the couch on her own. Mel, being the independent woman she was, continued to do her daily rituals while Chris was out, and was sick of her husband keeping her from doing anything like carrying her kids. She went into an early labour and Charlie was in NICU for about a month before he was allowed to meet up with his brother at home. Mel and Chris would take turns staying with him at the hospital. When he was younger he got picked on for being smaller than the rest of the kids in his class, but at home he was the miracle child. His parents were very weary of him from the beginning. He was much more active than his twin brother, and wanted to start football like his friends at school. Chris was against it at first, but it grew on him once he found out his wife had already signed his son up and had been secretly taking him to practices for the past 2 months. When he hit middle school, around 12 years old, he hit a crazy growth spurt and later grew to be taller than his brother and father by the time he graduated high school. Even at 18 years old, his father still keeps an eye on him, especially now that he has moved out on his own, he will always see him as the tiny little baby in NICU needing the help of a breathing machine.

Graham Tyler Kirkpatrick (@teddygrahamkirkpatrick)

DOB: March 9th 2007 Age: 18 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Gray, Teddy, Bear S/O: Sophia Moss Kids: None Best Friend(s): Alexander Kilbum, Kellan Burke, and Messiah Fern Aesthetic: Graham was a very eccentric child. He had to keep his parents attention somehow. From a young age he knew his brother was getting more thought from his parents, and he wasn't bitter about, he understood that Charlie had health issues. He never let his classmates take advantage or make fun of his twin, he knew his father would have his head if he didn't stick up for his brother. This doesn't mean Graham didn't vy for his parents' acknowledgement. Sometimes he would act out or just make a spectacle to draw his mom and dad's eyes to him. He wasn't so into sports like Charlie was, but more into film and acting. He begged his mom to sign him up for acting lessons and actually caught the attention of casting agencies in Chicago, and started acting when he was 13 years old. He was most known for his roles in The Black Phone and Mid90s, however has boosted his catalogue with films such as Saltburn, Babygirl, and the Dune movies. He has gained momentum with his online presence and his unfiltered humour, that makes him more relatable with his audience. He didn't really get much media training and is very open with how ridiculous the industry can get, but it is never under bad light. Graham knows how to make it funny for everyone involved. It doesn't help that he is a total heartthrob and girl flaunt over him online. Of course he mentions it and makes a laugh about it, knowing he's been with his high school sweetheart Sophia Moss for 3 years already. He lets the delusions go on.

Ava Michaela Kirkpatrick (@avamichaela..32)

DOB: May 31st 2012 Age: 13 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Ave, Avey S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Taylor Timberlake Aesthetic: Ava was very much a surprise baby. The doctor had recommended that Chris and Mel don't have any more babies and they hadn't exactly planned on it either. Ava was unplanned but not unwanted. She was the family's pride and joy, both from her parents and older siblings. She was a very secluded and quiet kid, never really wanted to go out and do things like her brothers and sister. Ava preferred to stay home and play dolls with Lola or watch shows with her dad on the couch all day. She is still like this today. Her biggest problem in school was that she wouldn't put herself out there. It was brought up to her dad at a parent teacher interview, one that her mother couldn't attend as she was at a photoshoot that day, but Chris made sure to talk to Melissa about it in bed that night. They knew that their little girl was very smart, but just on the shy side. Her best friend was none other than Taylor Timberlake, who unfortunately lived in Tennessee with her mother. Her parents were very worried that their daughter was somehow not developing properly. Ava never felt alone though, in fact she just appreciated being self-efficient. After a conversation with her dad about including herself more in school and social settings, Ava opened up a bit in class, but not exactly going out of her way to make friends herself. She loved when Taylor would stay with her dad during the summer or winter break, because they would have long weekend sleepovers together. Ava was very close to her siblings despite not having many close friends. Her and her young sister Sadie were always doing something, whether that be preforming concerts in the living room or having mini sleepovers in each others rooms every other night. Ava just seemed more family oriented rather than friends, and that was okay in the long run.

Sadie Ashlynn Kirkpatrick

DOB: February 14th 2014 Age: 11 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Sade, Sado S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Mason Fatone, Liliana Aston, and Mya Hamilton Aesthetic: Sadie was the Kirkpatrick's rambunctious child. She would do cartwheels and somersaults into every room of their house until it was time for bed. It was hard to tire little Sadie out. The only way Sadie would fall asleep was if she was being held by her father. This was annoying when it came to Mel and Chris being desperate for alone time, and it often led to Chris having to lie with his youngest daughter in her bed until he could hear her soft breathing against his chest. The minute he would put her down and head out her bedroom door she would wake up. He was constantly bouncing his girl around the house humming to her until she would drop down on his shoulder. Sadie got better with sleeping without her dad by the time she was 6 years old, and later moved on to her attachment with her older sister Ava. Now she was sleeping in her sister's room every other night, but it didn't bother Ava too much. They were as close as best friends, though Sadie had many of her own, she would always choose her sister over anyone else. She developed a good sense of humour growing up too. It was funny to watch this little girl crack the craziest nuaunced jokes at such a young age. Her parents oftentimes had to cover her mouth before she joked about something not exactly appropriate. Of course, it was silly to her family, but not for her mom's side or the public. Melissa's family was very conservative and cut contact a little after she met Chris and they only started talking again when Ava was born, so Sadie had to be on her best behaviour around her mother's family. Sadie just had an over the top personality that her parents adored.

Hayden Marshall Kirkpatrick

DOB: August 5th 2017 Age: 8 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Hayd, Haydey, Hayder S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Quentin and Cole Chasez Aesthetic: Hayden was the final Kirkpatrick baby and the most publicised at that. With parents as famous as his, it was obvious that his life would be talked about since before his birth, however social media was huge when he was born, that he was anticipated by the public. Melissa had taken a break from modelling a couple years back to focus on raising her family, but that was clear to everyone that she was pregnant once again. Hayden was known by the whole world within the first few months of his mother's pregnancy. Mel was against it at the beginning, but Hayden loved the attention. He loved having eyes on him, whether good or bad (though everyone loved him and thought he was so cute). His mother was worried having another baby at this age and with her past problems with pregnancy, but when she found out that her best friend Emma was also pregnant she was obsessed. Quentin, Cole, and Hayden all grew up together and were like brothers. There was no tearing those boys apart from each other. He was very hyper and funny. His true best friend was his older sister Ava, who thought he was the funniest kid ever. Hayden is quite famous on Ava's tiktok account and most audience tune in for their relationship and Hayden's big personality. Both Ava and Sadie took in their little brother as an honorary sister. They loved dressing him up in their doll clothes and throwing makeup on him, forcing him to play dolls. It was a big part of the new family member's life. He was truly adored by his older sisters.

[grave-st0ned]

by all means not a disney fan just a doll collector but i definitely did get the disney doorables adoorbs dolls bc there were a couple of them i saw and immediately went “ok hc they’re dating” bc they match and now i have two of them lmao

[https-harlow]

I have a request for ‘Dad Jack’! Yk how some parents either mom or dad will have the trash bag waiting for the wrapping paper on Christmas after opening gifts? Something like that where Jack is walking around and complaining that there is wrapping paper everywhere. Or whatever you want but that concept!

-it’s sounded better in my head

Having 3 kids on Christmas morning meant that there was wrapping paper everywhere. Half of the morning was typically spent trying to keep Sadie and Maple from eating the paper the kids threw on the ground. In previous years, you’ve dealt with it, a little mess on Christmas morning wasn’t a big deal.

This year though, Jack came prepared. The whole time Paisley, Olive, and Hayden were opening presents, he was nearby with a trash bag. He barely let the wrapping paper hit the floor before he picked it up. Admittedly, it was a lot more peaceful without having to pull wrapping paper out of two dogs’ mouths.

“You’re such a dad,” You teased Jack, who finally sat down for a second.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, confused.

“You know what I’m talking about, the classic trash bag on Christmas morning for all the wrapping paper, instead of letting them make a mess and cleaning it up later.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you used 20 rolls of wrapping paper per kid,” Jack said, leaning forward to pick up more wrapping paper.

“I did not use 20 rolls of wrapping paper per kid, I didn’t even use close to 20 rolls of wrapping paper for all of them,” You said.

“With the amount of wrapping paper that’s on the floor, I’m not sure if I believe you,” Jack said before getting back up to pick up more wrapping paper. “It’s everywhere, we’re going to be finding it for days,” Jack said, picking a piece of wrapping paper out of Paisley’s hair.

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[vaneshifts]

Vane's List Of Names

I mentioned before that I'm a writer, and I keep a list of names that I consult when I need a new DR name. As promised, I'm posting the list here in case anyone needs some help with their own script.

Note: I DO have more fem names than masc names (sorry) but there's also a bunch of gender neutral names I love. <3

Gender Neutral

Alex 

Atlas

Azusa

Bailey

Blake

Cameron

Casey

Charlie

Dakota

Dylan

Emerie / Emery

Envy

Fallon

Georgie

Harper

Hayden 

Holland

Hunter

Idris

Jasper

Jem

Jessie / Jesse

Jordan

Logan

Maeve

Martin

Morgan

Noah

Reize

Remi

Robin

Rory

Rowan

Rune

Sam

Sasha

Sky

Sloane

Sol

Spencer

Tatum

Taylor

Tyler

Valentine

Kai

Raegan

Wren

Zia

Fem-Coded

Adelaide

Aja

Ajatri

Alayna

Aleida

Alice

Alina

Allison

Amara

Amaya

Amre

Anastasia

Andromeda

Anessa 

Angela

Annabel

Annabeth

Annalys

Anne-Marie

Annika

Anya

Aria

Arya

Astrid

Atalia

Athena

Aurora

Ayla

Azara

Bianca

Bridget

Camicazi

Carly

Cassandra

Charlotte

Chloe

Cielle

Clara

Clarette

Clarissa

Claudia

Cora

Cordelia

Danica

Darcy

Della

Diana

Echo

Elara

Enid

Erica

Esmarie

Estelle

Eunomia

Evelia

Evie

Evora

Gemma

Genevieve

Grace

Hadley

Haelyn

Hayley

Hope

Ija

Inanna

Inara

Indigo

Indira

Iris

Isabelle

Iskra

Isleen

Isobel

Jade

Jasmine

Jenna

Jessica

Julia

Juliette

Kailyn

Kala

Kalani

Kali

Kallian

Kalista

Kamala

Kasia

Kassidy

Kate

Katie

Kaya

Kayla

Keira

Keja

Kelsie

Kendra

Khiti

Kinsey

Kinsley

Kourtney

Kristen

Kylie

Lani

Lena

Lexi

Lia

Liana

Lila

Lilliana

Lilith

Lily

Lizzie

Luna

Lunaris

Lyanna

Lydia

Lyla

Lyra

Maddie

Madeline

Madisyn (Madi / Mads)

Maira

Mallory (Mal)

Malia

Malina

Marcelene

Marella

Maretta 

Maria

Marianna

Marisol

Mavis

Melody

Mercedes (Sadie)

Meridia

Michaela

Millane

Moretta

Myrcella

Myrcelle

Naima

Nara

Natalia

Natasha

Neera

Nefeli

Nerissa (Nessa)

Nymeria

Nyx

Pandora

Pearl

Pepper

Piper

Rachel

Ravenna

Rayne

Rayyana

Rosa

Ruelle

Sadie

Saige

Samantha (Sam)

Samirah (Sam)

Savannah (Sav)

Scarlett

Sereia

Shivani

Sienna

Sirine

Solana

Sophia

Sophie

Soraya 

Summer

Sylvia

Sylvie

Talia

Talto

Tara

Taria

Teagan

Tessa

Tessabelle

Thalia

Thena

Theresa

Tiyenna

Valeria 

Vane

Victoria 

Vienna

Visha

Wanda

Zhara

Zoe

Zoey

Masc-Coded

Alaric

Asael

Asher

Cahir

Caspian

Conan

Eros

Ethan

Evan

Jeremy

Julian

Kane

Luke / Lucian

Marcel

Oliver

Raphael

Ronan

Warner

William / Will

Surnames

Anderson

Aspen

Baker

Barnes

Bishop

Daxer

Foster

Graves

Grayson

Harper

Holland

James

Jayde

Keita

Keller

King

Lawrence

Lawson

Linden

Madden

Marshall

Miller

Moore

Morris

Pearson

Pierce

Prince

Reeves 

Thorne

Smith

Solace

Summers

Wilson

Bonus! Valyrian Names

(first names only)

Aerion (M)

Araenia (F)

Chaereah (F)

Daenera (F)

Daenya (F)

Daenys (F)

Delaena (F)

Daenerya (F)

Daenyra (F)

Elaena (F)

Haella (F)

Maela (F)

Maerys (F)

Naelyra (F)

Nerys / Naerys (F)

Raenela (F)

Rhaegon (M)

Saelyra (F)

Saerya (F)

Selaehrys (F) 

Selaena (F)

Shiera (F)

Tyrax (M)

Valaena (F)

Veraena / Vera (F)

Vyra (F)

Vysea (F)

Notes:

Feel free to use this list for your DRs, and good luck.

I would absolutely LOVE to know if this helped anyone! <3

And I'll be posting the link to it on the original post I made about this list as well as my pinned introduction post.

Inspired by @batsyi

Happy Shifting!

XO

[noh07]

updated list of mixed name ideas (jan 30, 2025)

in this list, there's any type of names (mostly for english-speaking people though): typical first names, noun names, mythology names, etc.

i sorted them into three categories: androgynous, feminine and masculine.

if you have more ideas of names for trans folks, writers, etc, just lemme know! (Can also be not-so-cool names for the writers, we need them for the asshole side characters :3)

i will update the list every time I have a lot of new name suggestions. you can always find the newest list under the tag #updated name list on my profile, which is currently this one.

(alphabetical list with 806 mixed names under the cut)

--- androgynous ---

Addie/Eddie

Aki

Alex

Alexis

Alix

Alli/Allie/Ally

Am/Em

Amethyst

Archer

Ares

Ari

Artemis

Ash

Asher

Aster

Azure

Basil

Beluga

Bennie/Benny

Bermuda

Bev

Beverly

Billie

Blair/Blaire

Calypso

Caramel

Cat

Cave

Celeste

Charlie

Chrissy

Clay

Coco

Crimson

Crow

Diamond

Edie

Eli

Ellori/Ellory

Emerald

Emerson

Emi/Emmie/Emmy

Evie

Ezra

Fern

Finn

Flo

Forest/Forrest

Frances/Francis

Garnet

Gem

Goldie

Gray/Grey

Harper

Hayden

Hunter

Indigo

Jackie/Jacky

Jade

Jamie

Jess

Jessie

Jupiter

Kai/Kay

Lark

Lenny

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Lou

Louie

Lyle

Mag

Maggot

Marcy

Mars

Mauve

Max

Meadow

Maple

Mercury

Mika

Miko

Mizu

Mo/Moe

Moss

Neptune

Noah

Nori

Nyx

Ollie

Onyx

Opal

Paris

Quinn

Rafa

Rain/Raine

Raven

Reg

Remi

Remu

Robin

Rocky

Ronni/Ronnie/Ronny

Sage

Sammy

Saturn

Shilo/Shiloh

Silver/Sylver

Sky/Skye

Skylar/Skyler

Snow

Summer

Val

Venus

Vin

Vinny/Vinnie

Wilson

Winter/Wynter

Wither

--- feminine ---

Abby

Abigail

Adelaide

Adeline

Agatha

Aileen/Eileen

Aimee/Amy

Alana

Alena

Alessia

Aletha

Alexa

Alexia

Alexandra

Alice

Alissa

Alli/Allie/Ally

Alura

Amalia

Amber

Amelia

Amelie

Amethyst

Amity

Andromeda

Anela

Angela

Angelina

Angeline

Angie

Anika/Annika

Anisa

Anita

Anna

Ann/Anne

Annie

Anastasia

Andrea/Andreea

Antheia

Arabella

Aria

Ariana

Artemis

Ashley

Astra

Atlanta

Audrey

Aurelia

Aurora

Autumn

Azura

Bailey

Becky

Bella

Belle

Beluga

Bernadette

Beth

Bethany

Bettie/Betty

Bettina

Beverly

Billie

Brenda

Brie

Calypso

Candace/Candice

Caramel

Carla/Karla

Carmen

Carol

Carolina

Caroline

Catherine

Celeste

Celestia

Celina/Selena/Selina

Celine/Selene/Seline

Charlotte

Christina/Kristina

Christine/Kristine

Claire

Clara/Clarah

Chloe/Chloé/Cloe

Cindy

Cissy

Cora/Corah

Courtney

Dana

Daniela/Daniella

Danielle

Dalia/Daliah

Daria

Darla

Debbie

Debora/Deborah

Delilah

Diamond

Diana

Dianne

Dora/Dorah

Dorothy

Eburia

Eclipse

Eda

Elena

Eleanor/Elenor

Elina

Elisa/Eliza

Elise

Elizabeth

Ella

Elodie

Eloise

Ember

Emerson

Emery

Emi/Emmie/Emmy

Emilia

Emilie/Emily

Emma

Esme

Esmeralda

Euphemia

Euphoria

Eva

Evie

Evelyn

Felicia

Fenya

Finya

Fia

Fiona

Flo

Flora

Florencia

Florence

Florentine

Florida

Francisca/Franziska

Freya

Fuchsia

Gaia

Georgia

Gina

Ginny/Jeanie

Hanna/Hannah

Harmony

Harper

Hayley

Hazel

Heather

Hecate

Helena

Helene

Hera

Hestia

Holly

Hope

Iana

Irena

Irene

Iris

Isa

Isabel/Isabelle

Isabela/Isabella

Ivonne/Yvonne

Ivory

Ivy

Izzy

Jade

Jane

Janice

Janine

Jasmin/Jasmine

Jenna

Jennifer

Jenny

Joelle

Joelina

Jolene

Julia

Julianne

Julie

Juliet/Juliette

Juniper

Kahlani

Kaia/Kaya

Katarina/Katharina

Kathy/Katy

Kelly

Kira

Kristen

Lana

Lara/Larah

Laura

Lauren

Laurel

Lavender

Lea/Leah

Lena

Leia/Leya

Leona

Leonie/Leony

Levina

Levinia

Lia

Liana

Liara

Lilac

Lili/Lilli/Lilly/Lily

Lilian/Lilien

Lilith

Lisa

Liv

Livi

Livia

Liz

Lizzie/Lizzy

Loanne

Lola

Lorelei

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Louisa/Luisa

Louise/Luise

Luce/Luz

Lucy

Luna

Lydia

Maggie/Meggie

Meg

Madeline

Maira/Myra

Malia

Mara/Marah

Margaret

Marge

Marla

Marlene

Maria/Mariah

Marie/Mary

Marina

Martha

Mauve

Melanie

Melissa

Mellie/Melly

Meryem

Mia

Michelle

Milly

Mina

Minerva

Minnie

Miriam

Molly

Mona

Monica

Naira/Nyra

Nancy

Natalia

Natalie

Natasha

Nellie/Nelly

Nessie

Nina

Noelle

Nora/Norah

Nori

Nyx

Oliv/Olive

Olivia

Ollie

Ophelia

Paige

Paris

Pascale

Patricia

Paula

Peggy

Penelope/Pinelopy

Penny

Petunia

Philippa

Pia

Piper

Pippa

Polly

Poppy

Queenie

Ramona

Rania

Rebecka

Regina

Robin

Rose

Roxana

Roxanne

Ruby

Sadie/Zadie

Safira/Saphira

Sandra

Sauntheria

Sara/Sarah

Sari

Serena

Silvia/Sylvia

Skyla/Skylar

Sofia/Sophia

Sofie/Sophie

Soraia

Stella

Stephanie/Stephany

Summer

Tara/Tarah

Tatiana/Tatyana

Tess

Tessa

Tia

Tiffany

Tiana

Tina

Valerie/Valery

Vanessa

Vela

Velina

Venus

Vera

Veronica

Victoria

Viola

Violet/Violette

Viona

Vivian

Viviana

Willow

Xandria

Xenia

Yana

Yasmin/Yasmine

Zehra

Zoe/Zoé/Zoey

--- masculine ---

Achilles

Aiden

Aion

Alex

Alexander

Alvin/Elvin

Amon

Andrew

Angelo

Angelino

Anthony

Anton

Arcturus

Ares

Arian

Ariano

Asher

Audrey

Ben

Benjamin

Bennie/Benny

Benson

Bill

Billie/Billy

Bob

Bobby

Brendan/Brendon

Brian

Bruno

Calvin

Carl/Karl

Chad

Charles

Charlie

Chase

Chester

Chris

Chrissy

Christopher

Conan

Cosmo

Damian

Dan

Daniel

Dave

David

Davon/Devon

Dionysos

Don

Donald

Dorian

Dylan

Elia/Elijah

Elio

Eliot/Elliot/Elliott

Emerson

Emilio

Eric

Erion

Evan

Ezra

Felix

Flo

Florent

Florian

Fred

Freddie/Freddy

Gian/Jan

Gus

Hannibal

Hansjoerg/Hansjörg

Harald/Harold/Herald/Herold

Harry

Hendrick/Henrick

Henry

Hunter

Ian

Icarus

Jace

Jade

Jack

Jackie/Jacky

Jacob/Jakob

Jaden/Jayden

James

Jamie

Jasper

Jay

Jeremy

Jerry

Jim

Jimmy

Jimothy

Joe

Joel

Joey

John

Johnny

Jona/Jonah

Jonas

Jones

Julian/Julien

Julius

Jupiter

Justin

Kai/Kay

Kevin

Lance

Larry

Laurence/Lawrence

Lee

Lenny

Leo

Leon

Leonard

Leonardo

Linus

Logan

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Louis/Luis

Louie

Lucc/Luke

Lucas/Lukas

Luigi

Malvin/Melvin

Marc

Marcel

Marco

Mario

Mars

Max

Mercury

Michael

Mickey

Mike

Milo

Nathan

Neptune

Nick

Nico/Niko/Nikko

Nixon

Noah

Noel

Oliver

Ollie

Orion

Paris

Pascal

Patrick

Paul

Pete

Peter

Philip/Philipp/Phillip

Ray

Raymond

Reg

Reginald

Regulus

Remi

Remus

Rick

Ricky

Rob

Robbie/Robby

Robin

Ron

Ronald

Ronni/Ronnie/Ronny

Rubeus

Sam

Sammy

Samuel

Saturn

Sean/Shaun/Shawn

Sebastian

Simon

Sirius

Skyler

Stephan

Steve

Steven

Theo

Theodore

Thomas

Tim

Timmy

Zimothy

Toby

Tom

Tommy

Tony

Valentine

Victor

Vince

Vincent

Wilson

Xaver

Xavier

Yan

Zach/Zack

Zeus

If you want me to add meanings, origins, etc., just tell me ^^

[speaknow-sw]

oooh I remember the articles about them fucking in Hayden’s car //

Tell me the tea I need to know

- 🪷

okay so basically Sienna Miller was with Jude Law but they were always breaking up then going back together bcs Jude Law cheated on her with the nanny of his children and Sienna was jealous with how close he stayed with his ex-wife Sadie. So they broke up and then her and Hayden met on Factory Girl and they were VERY close and Hayden kinda helped her with her latest breakup with Jude Law. Fast forward they were surprised by papz in a very intense kiss in Hayden’s car and they were allegedly fucking in the backseat.

I think you can find the pic of them kissing on internet

[dalekofchaos]

Raimiverse fancast

My fancast for an expanded Raimiverse fancast

Only recasting Venom since Topher was just not Venom. He wasn't.

Tobey Maguire as Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Kirsten Dunst as Mary-Jane Watson

Sadie Sink as Spider-Girl/Mayday Parker

James Franco as Harry Osborn/New Goblin

Bryce Dallas Howard as Gwen Stacy

Rosemary Harris as Aunt May Parker

JK Simmons as J. Jonah Jameson

Bill Nunn as Robbie Robertson

Elizabeth Banks as Betty Brant

James Cromwell as Captain George Stacy

Gina Torres as Jean DeWolff

Glenn Close as Madame Webb

Joe Manganiello as Flash Thompson/Agent Venom

Willem Dafoe as Green Goblin/Norman Osborn

Alfred Molina as Doc Ock/Otto Octavius

Thomas Hayden Church as Sandman/Flint Marko

Skeet Ulrich as Venom/Eddie Brock

Matthew Lillard as Carnage/Cletus Cassidy

John Malkovich as The Vulture/Adrian Toombs

Anne Hathaway as Black Cat/Felicia Hardy(I know Raimi originally intended for her to be Vulture's daughter and the She-Vulture, but that was dumb)

Dylan Baker as The Lizard/Curt Connors

Bruce Campbell as Mysterio/Quentin Beck

Michael Clarke Duncan as Kingpin/Wilson Fisk

Arnold Vosloo as Scorpion/Mac Gargan

Ben Foster as Electro/Max Dillon

Kevin Grevioux as Tombstone/Lonnie Lincoln

Jackie Chan as Mister Negative/Martin Li

Keanu Reeves as Dr. Michael Morbius

Doug Jones as Chameleon

Matthew McConaughey as Hydro Man

Due to tumblr's bullshit 30 photo limit, cann't post anymore

Ben Stiller as Shocker

Russell Crowe as Kraven the Hunter

Vinnie Jones as The Rhino/Aleksei Sytsevich

Brad Douriff as Hobgoblin/Roderick Kingsley

Daniel Day-Lewis as Iron Man/Tony Stark

Brad Pitt as Captain America/Steve Rogers

Karl Urban as Thor Odinson

Eric Bana as The Hulk/Bruce Banner

Milla Jovovich as Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

Paul Walker as Hawkeye/Clint Barton

Kurt Russell as Nick Furry

Ewan McGregor as Ant-Man/Hank Pym

Natalie Portman as Wasp/Janet Van Dyne

Rachel Weisz as Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

Jake Gyllenhaal as Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

Denzel Washington as Black Panther/T'Challa

Charlize Theron as Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers

Cuba Gooding Jr. as War/Machine/James Rhodes

Hugh Jackmas as Wolverine

Patrick Stewart as Charles Xavier

Famke Janssen as Jean Grey

James Marsden as Cyclops/Scott Summers

Halle Berry as Storm/Ororo Munroe

Ioan Gruffudd as Mr Fantastic/Reed Richards

Jessica Alba as Invisible Woman/Sue Storm

Chris Evans as Human Torch/Johnny Storm

Michael Chiklis as The Thing/Ben Grimm

Laurence Fishburne as Silver Surfer

Oded Fehr as Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Ben Affleck as Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Jennifer Garner as Elektra

Thomas Jane as The Punisher

Terry Crews as Luke Cage

Kate Beckinsale as Jessica Jones

Justin Chatwin as Iron Fist

Nicholas Cage as Ghost Rider

Jim Carrey as Loki Laufeyson

Jude Law as Ultron

Ron Pearlman as Thanos

Ian McKellan as Magneto

Julian McMahon as Dr Doom

Rufus Sewell as Baron Mordo

[theyy-heartt-valentinee]

“— is to be struck by your electric love.”

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───────── ౨ৎ ───────── 💌 ೀ⋆ ┊ 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆��𝒂𝒓𝒅

about me ೀ⋆ - i’m 17 years old - my birthday is august 19 same as hayden christensen’s! - i have three dogs! a german shepherd named oakley, a collie named rikki, and a burmese mountain dog named socks - "sister, i'm robbing the store." / "OH MY GOD, WHO WROTE THIS!?" - i'm from palm springs, cali!! - "i might not be good at charmspeak but one thing i can do is take ur mannnnn.." - val, talking to drew and [probs] joking

- people say i'm a serious klepto and a little bit toxic

- only a bit of a witch. - no, i am not rachel. all ginger girls with curly hair do not look the same.. talking to you, connor. - i am a daughter of aphrodite, cabin 10!! woo!! hey nashla!!! - i love baking, reading, jellycats, star wars, animals, the beach, smoothies, shopping, shoes, money and boys, girly stuff, journalling, fruit, flowers, gardening, and travelling - i loveee surfing - honestly sketchy for a ginger who loves puppies and cupcakes - my fav flowers are snapdragons! i like how they bite its so cutee - my biological sister is silena beauregard, and i miss her sm - only a little freaky .. - my fav color is ballet pink!! - my fav foods are chicken alfredo and ice cream!! - i help take care of the younger kids at camp half-blood and lead the activities for them - the bug in ya hair, mama.. | get it! - i may or may not have the fattest crush on a very very specific blonde superman .. haha.. haha.. 𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪.. - piper mclean can kiss my— - she / her - i'm greek and kind of australian! [my dad's from adelaide so i have family over thereee!] - my fav animals are horses, leopards, pegasi, giraffes, bats, dogs, bunnies, budgies, and pretty much anything cute - def a shopping addict!! - blonde on the inside - "i don't stop when i'm tired, i stop when i'm done." - marilyn monroe - i loveee frank ocean, old taylor swift, clairo, sza, etc!!!

i loveeee.. i loooveee..

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valentine speaks ೀ⋆ - "i grew up without my baby sister silena, a stepmom who's kind of the worst, and my dad is literally the best. at age 12, on the way to school one day, a chimera was posing as an old woman's who's car was flipped in the ditch. of course, me and my dad get out to help, because hellloooo?? but anyways, we get out to help this old woman and she turns, and my dad can see through the mist so he whips out his pistol [this is normal sc behavior] and tried to shoot the chimera but it easily knocks him to the side and there's when "my" saytr shows up like three years late and escorts me to camp. my dad turned out to be okay and sadly my stepmom is okay but yeah. i don't really blame silena, i was there for the battle of manhattan, and i lost a piece of myself when she died. i don't know why she thought it was a good idea to pretend to be clarisse but it's been so difficult without her here. i'm the oldest of me and silena. she'd gotten to camp before me, and my dad had told me that she just went to live with our grammy in new york.

fast forwards a few years, silena's bunk was under mine, and i don't let anyone stay under there. silena was my girl and i was hers and nobody's taking her place. i quickly became friends with drew tanaka, but she and i kind of seperated a little. pollux and i got kind of close because we both lost a sibling and bonded through that, but he has booze, and that's usually what i come and see him for. for a short time, i was the aphrodite cabin councelor, but was overthrown by piper. [honestly ew.] i met carter and sadie not too long ago, after accidentally making anubis mad percy told me that i would probably have to go sort things out so i went to go find carter and sadie so we could apologize to anubis and he'd stop having aggressive wild dogs show up on my front porch and tear into my flowerbeds. after percy went missing and we got that absolute dream jason grace at camp, i was on the argo ii with them for the first part before the prophecy shifted and i wasn't really needed anymore. hazel and i are like best friends i love hazel, and when i met reyna i was like wow reyna is sosososo pretty but she's kind of mean but idk i love reyna anyways. jason is the sweetest he's so handsome and gentle but rough and mmmmhhhmm.. percy's nice too, i guess. i love annabeth too!! annabeth is the smartest, prettiest, best girl i know aaaa and rachel's the sweetest but people mix us up every now and again if they don't know us very well because of the red hair. leo's fine. frank aaaa frank's so kind and him and hazel are so so cute together!! jealoussss!! anywhoo.. i sort of fell in love. and being a child of aphrodite, that's like- very important to me. honestly, i fall in love all the time. i think my mama just likes to watch me cry over boys i can't have. like my handsome boy. the only thing standing between me and him is reality.

and then there’s bodhi grey carter. he’s.. gorgeous. a good distraction. but, he has the sweetest smile, he’s so cheesy and he’s good in bed.. but.. the ache for the other guy is still there. bo’s the best, and i feel bad, but if bo’s happy, it’s alright i guess. i'm basic... i like parties, i like boys, i like makeup, all of that.” ───────── ౨ৎ ─────────

appearance ೀ⋆ - long, soft, ginger curls that reach my lower back, pale-ish skin with tons of freckles, dark caramel brown eyes, my body type is pear-shaped with a little bit of tummy, one tiny scar underneath my jaw from falling off of my bunk when i was younger, and longer legs with a shorter torso!

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[rosehathawhey]

Scott Foley & Melissa Benoist in THE GIRLS ON THE BUS | 1x01

[sapphicscister]

A buddy of mine challenged me to name 100 celebrity women that I’m attracted to off the top of my head (aka without googling anything) and I managed to do it in under 10 minutes. This is in no way a ranking, but I will say that I frequently bring up the first 10 women in conversation. Results are below.

1. Aubrey Plaza

2. Sabrina Carpenter

3. Ana De Armas

4. Anya Taylor-Joy

5. Elizabeth Olsen

6. Kathryn Hahn

7. Angelina Jolie

8. Kylie Minogue

9. Katie McGrath

10. Avril Lavigne

11. Anne Hathaway

12. Carly Rae Jepsen

13. Rachel McAdams

14. Amanda Seyfried

15. Megan Fox

16. Kat Dennings

17. Gillian Anderson

18. Laura Harrier

19. Melissa Benoist

20. Sydney Sweeney

21. Addison Rae

22. Scarlett Johansson

23. Madison Beer

24. Ella Purnell

25. Margot Kidder

26. Margot Robbie

27. Margaret Qualley

28. Mikey Madison

29. Jenna Ortega

30. Sadie Sink

31. Phoebe Tonkin

32. Nina Dobrev

33. Candice King

34. Danielle Rose Russell

35. Erica Durance

36. Kristen Kreuk

37. Bryce Dallas Howard

38. Sarah Michelle Geller

39. Chloe Grace Moretz

40. Mary Elizabeth Winstead

41. Mae Whitman

42. Emma Stone

43. Emma Watson

44. Julia Roberts

45. Eva Longoria

46. Eva Mendez

47. Hailee Steinfeld

48. Ella Purnell

49. Sarah Hyland

50. Sofia Vergara

51. Rosé

52. Jennie

53. Lisa

54. Jisoo

55. Lauren Jauregi

56. Normani

57. Megan Thee Stallion

58. Sza

59. Ashley Tisdale

60. Jennifer Connelly

61. Denise Richards

62. Pamela Anderson

63. Lena Headey

64. Arden Cho

65. Billie Piper

66. Suki Waterhouse

67. Jenna Coleman

68. Keira Knightley

69. Natalie Portman

70. Zoe Kravitz

71. Lisa Bonet

72. Victoria Pedretti

73. Tati Gabrielle

74. Elizabeth Lail

75. Shay Mitchell

76. Ashley Benson

77. Troian Bellisario

78. Lucy Hale

79. Michelle Williams

80. Michelle Pfeiffer

81. Michelle Trachtenberg

82. Kim Catrall

83. Hayden Panettiere

84. Jessica Chastain

85. Jessica Alba

86. Mila Kunis

87. Rosario Dawson

88. Zoe Saldana

89. Cobie Smulders

90. Emilia Clarke

91. Minka Kelly

92. Taylor Swift

93. Sasheer Zamata

94. Patti Lupone

95. Lily Collins

96. Alison Brie

97. Ariana Grande

98. Elizabeth Gillies

99. Victoria Justice

100. Danielle Monet

[homemade-ghosts]

just finished the finale...damn, i have to put on my clown suit because i really thought, underneath all his immoral scheming, sadie and hayden (better known as Hot White Guy™) had something genuine. IMO it would've been more fun (for the show and for me lol) to build that romantic tension a little more before the reveal and really sell his dirty politics as just as much of a betrayal to sadie, personally, as it is to the american people that voted for him.

choosing, instead, to make him more of a straight up villain with no emotional ties (albeit a villain who's convinced himself that everything he's doing is for The Greater Good, as most villains do) is just...so much less interesting to me. i really think they made a mistake not leaning into the chemistry between sadie/HWG (side note: just realized his actual name and his nickname have the same initials — Hayden Wells Garrett / Hot White Guy — props to the writers for that) and not making it more of a complex "did he ever really have feelings for me or was I just another political puppet for him to manipulate?" dynamic, one where the viewer can pick a side. one that could be explored in a potential future season.

as is, he was 100% playing her, she knows it and has no qualms about hating him immediately for it. which feels, to me, like lame writing and a missed opportunity to tell a juicer story...then again, maybe that's less the show's fault than it is mine. the story is about the women, not him. it's about their professional lives and their beliefs and their friendships with each other. maybe i should never have expected there to be this intriguing romantic (sub)plot or some kind of malcolm vs. HWG love triangle with sadie at the center. that's on me.

[horseshoegirl]

Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 10 - Let's Dance

📝 Okay, Peeps! This is pure fluff with some spice! I also love this song, so please check it out!

Speaking of songs, I made the official playlist for this fic! Not sure if you guys listen, but it's linked in the master list if you guys want to check it out!

18+ minors DNI. Ageless and blank blogs are blocked without warning.

❗+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, original child, sexual themes (I mean Smut, so get outta here if you ain't +18), mentions of a stalker, grieving, and shitty family dynamics.

#7k Words

Part 9 | Masterlist | Part 11

You never expected Jake to want to take you to the annual state fair for your first date. It seemed out of character for someone like him. Then you realized it didn't seem that farfetched. If he grew up on a ranch in Texas, he probably went to these all the time.

You had been at the grocery store when his text came through. Jake had sent you the flyer, along with a message.

You. Me. Saturday + Dinner ;)

And before you could reply, there was another text. 

Penny was going to take Sadie sailing away.

While some part of you was slightly surprised he followed through on his ask, you had to glance down both ends of the baking aisle to make sure you were alone before squealing and jogging a little on the spot.

It had been a few days since the hallway. Jake and you spent at least another half hour tied up in each other's arms, and you practically had to peel yourself away from him. You were so giddy the rest of the morning, and then some, after you had forced yourself to go back to bed, trying to stay as still as possible with Nat still asleep next to you.

Sitting across from him at breakfast, he acted as if nothing had happened between the two of you, that he was just friendly Jake, leading you to believe maybe it had all been a fever dream caused by the discomfort of the storm.  

But when he went to place his glass in the sink while you were washing the dishes, he slyly touched your hip, letting his fingers slide across the fabric of your jeans just below your waistline, whispering, "Thank you, Darlin'" roughly into your ear before he returned to the table. 

Yup, definitely not a dream.

So while you were working with Penny the day before the date, she didn’t waste the opportunity to grill you about it. Hard. 

“You have a date.” 

You blushed. “Penny..” 

“Where is he taking you?” she pressed.

“He didn’t tell you, seeing as you're now his accomplice?” you countered, trying to finish mixing a cocktail someone ordered.

“Tell who what?”

Your head shot up to see Phoenix leaning up against the bar. "When did you get here? Why are you here?"

“I’m helping Penny with something. Now spill…” 

Penny beat you to it, leaning over the bar and resting on her elbows when she told Nat, “Liz has a date. With Hangman.”

Nat smirked. “Oh, so him pressing you up against the wall in your hallway didn’t do it?” 

“Elizabeth Beck!” Penny gasped.  You squealed, dropping to the ground behind the bar, Phoenix laughing at your antics. “I can’t believe you saw that.” 

“I had to go to the bathroom,” Nat said like it was obvious. “It’s not every day you see your best friend getting rammed up against a wall like that.” 

“Oh, good lord.” 

"Get back up here," Penny tapped your leg with herself softly, you standing up with a blush overcoming your face. She wrapped her arm around your waist, pulling you into her side.

"Tell us," she tried again. "We aren't judging. We just want details."

You relented, quickly sputtering, "He's taking me to the fair."

They oo'd in response, making you shy away from Penny and reach for the drink you made, walking over to the person who ordered it sitting on the other side of the bar. 

Nat followed you, quickly asking, "What will you wear? Something sexy?"

You glowered at her once you placed the drink down. "It's the fair, Nat."

Penny wasn't that far behind, bumping you on the hip. "There's nothing wrong with showing off."

You stuttered, trying to come up with some response that wasn't your usual reply of, 'I'm not like that,’ until someone shouted for Penny, distracting the three of you. She pouted, realizing the conversation would continue without her before leaving you and Phoenix alone. 

“I’m just teasing you,” Nat offered. “I said I would back you up with this, and I will.”

You paused, gripping the edge of the bar. “Does the rest of the team know?” you asked hesitantly. 

Nat shook her head. “I think Coyote knows something. He’s the closest with Jake.” 

It struck you momentarily that this was the first time you heard Nat refer to Jake by his first name. It was always Hangman or Bagman. His last name was even rarer. It might have been a small change, but it showed you Nat was serious about this. It brought a small smile to your face. 

“As for the others, Payback and Fanboy are off in their own world half the time to notice, and Bob is too shy to let on. I can’t say anything about Bradley, though.” 

You frowned. This wasn’t the first time you thought about Bradley and what he might say or do if he found out. He was so heated on New Year's. If he reacted that badly, what would be his reaction when he found out his claims weren’t exactly untrue?

"Can we not tell Bradley? At least for now?” 

Nat shot you a look. “Really?”

“I’m serious, Nat. He was so angry on New Year's Eve. It was scary.”

"Maybe he has a crush on you."

You wretched, the action making you hack. “Ew, no way. He's like a brother to me.”

"Then you should really tell him."

You shook your head. "It's just one date, Nat. I have no idea if anything will come of it."

She slapped your forearm, exclaiming,  "We both know that's not true. You so have it for Hangman. It's not funny."

"It's one date. Besides," you shrugged before saying, "I think it has to do with Sadie."

“Those two have a professional rivalry,” She said thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s extending over to whoever is the better uncle.” 

“God, I hope not,” you shuttered. It was one thing to argue about who the better pilot was. It was another to include Sadie into the mix.

At the mention of Sadie, you looked up at the time, realizing you were five minutes over your shift and late to pick her up. “Shit, I'm late. I gotta go pick Sadie up from Soccer practice.”

Natasha leaned back from the bar, ready to return to what she was helping Penny with but not before saying, “Just think about it, Liz. It should come from you rather than anyone else.”

Saying a quick goodbye to Penny, you clocked out and gathered your bag. But as soon as you walked out the doors, that damn white car was the first thing you saw.

This car always seemed to be there - it hadn’t done anything but park in the Hard Deck parking lot and was driving you insane. You strangely found yourself looking for it when you drove around town. Or in the parking lot of Sadie’s school. You thought you saw it once parked outside of your house but played it off as being paranoid. 

You usually weren’t this suspicious or obsessive about these things, but it was enough to make you feel concerned. Turning on your heel, you marched back into the Hard Deck, Penny frowning from behind the bar when she saw you. 

“Have you seen that car before, Penny? The white one with the spoiler on the back?” 

You could tell she was thinking about it, pinching her eyebrows together before finally recalling, “Oh, it was a nice young man looking for a surf spot. He came in one day asking, and I told him about the overnight rule.”

You heard nothing beyond young man. “You remember the night I closed? You told Jake I was closing by myself?” 

She nodded. “Yeah, that was a little while ago.”

“That car was there then. It would have been too early for surfers.”

But she only shook her head. “With everything that's happened with CPS and that letter, I’m sure you're just being paranoid, Liz,” she said before walking over to the other side of the bar with a drink in her hand.

If you could only believe it was just paranoia.

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Jake was going to pick you up at 11, and it being 10:30, you were still stressing over what to wear. Your bedroom looked like the morning of the hike. Clothes flung in every corner, hangers hanging off random hooks and knobs.

Everything you held up against yourself to look at in the mirror either felt too plain or too out there for a state fair. You needed help, and you needed it badly. You pulled out your phone, scrolling down your contacts, stopping when your fingers hovered over Ridely's number.

But then, instantly, you remember you couldn’t call her. You slid down the footboard of your bed, back hurting with the effort as your phone dangled from your fingertips, your head hung low between your legs. 

She would always ask you when you called if you had met anyone, if you had gone on any dates, teasing you and telling you repeatedly that you needed someone in your life. But now, you couldn’t even tell her you were going on a date. You couldn’t call her afterwards and talk about it like sisters could. 

She’d never get to meet Jake. To give him a shovel talk like you did with her dates. The two would never sit across from each other at the dinner table, bickering with each other like you were sure they would, their personalities clashing hard. She wouldn't have approved of him initially, much like you hadn't. But she would have warmed up to him by knowing how good he was with Sadie.

But then you spiralled, admonishing yourself for thinking that far ahead. It was only a first date. By the end of today, you might come to find you had a horrible time, and any chance at any type of relationship with Jake would be ruined.

It was only a first date.

And you couldn't tell her.

The sobs worked their way up your throat before you knew you were crying, begging to be let out and heard. Tears streamed down your face, the drops pooling on your bedroom floor.

But then Sadie’s voice carried from your front door, shouting out that Aunt Penny and Nat were here. You scrambled to get up, reaching for the closest piece of clothing to put away. 

Penny appeared in your doorway as you wiped at your face, attempting to fold up a sweater. She carefully walked up behind you, placing her hand on your shoulder. But her touch was too much, and you turned, pulling her into a hug, the tears you tried so hard to stop refusing to listen to you.

"I'm so sorry, Penny," you wept into her shoulder. It didn't help when you opened your eyes over her shoulder, the shoebox was the first thing you saw sitting up on the top shelf.

Penny hushed you, her voice wavering as she stroked your back soothingly, "Nope, you're not apologizing for that. Let it out, Liz." 

"I just..." you gasped as another sob wracked your chest. But Penny pulled back, taking your face between her hands, her thumbs wiping away your running mascara. 

"You'd don't need to tell me. We all know you miss her."

Penny let you cry into her chest for a few minutes, her own tears starting to mix with yours, before pressing a kiss to your forehead and reaching for a button-up blouse lying on your bed.

"Now, come on," she sniffed, holding it up for you. "We will find you the best first date outfit amongst this mess."

She did. Just in time for Nat to fix your makeup and for Sadie to snap a few photos of you with her Polaroid. And right at 11, you opened the door to a bouquet blocking Jake’s face. 

“You got me flowers?” you said, greeting him with a smile when he lowered them to reveal his face. Jake carefully placed them into your outstretched hand, grinning when you immediately brought them to your face to smell them. 

“I’m sorry they're not tulips.” 

You shook your head, smiling into the bouquet. “It doesn’t matter what they are. Thank you, Jake.” 

And then, in something that made you smile, he pulled out a single flower wrapped in a bow from his back pocket. “I figured I should keep with tradition.”

You stepped forward, hand pressing to Jake's shoulder as you pressed your lips to his. Letting Jake deepen the kiss, he wrapped his arms around your waist, mindful of the flowers in the crook of your arm. But you pulled back when you felt his hands sliding down your back towards your ass. 

“We have eyes and ears on us from the living room,” you warned him, jerking your head towards your hallway. Not that Penny or Nat would let Sadie see anything untoward from their hiding spot behind the wall. But you could do without the teasing from them afterwards.

Jake grinned, leaning over to call out, "Bug!"

Turning to face your hallway, you spied Sadie stumbling out from behind the wall like she had been pushed. She huffed at someone, probably at Nat, then comically straightened her shirt before making her way to the door.

"Hi, Uncle Jake," she greeted him, though her voice lacked the usual cheeriness it always had. Jake let you go to kneel in front of her, holding out the flower. "Miss Sadie, will you accept this flower so I can spend the day with your aunt?"

Sadie's face remained stoic as she reached out to take the flower from his hand, bringing it up to her face as she twirled it once. Jake stood up, slightly worried about her non-reaction. But you knew exactly what she was doing, and Jake was falling for it hook, line and sinker.

In Sadie fashion, she finally grinned at him, holding her free hand up to her forehead in a salute, cheekily saying, "Have her home by no later than 11!"

You laughed when Jake saluted her back. Sadie, content with the reaction, ran back inside to find Penny so they could put her flower in some water.

"Was I just given a curfew by a ten-year-old?"

"Yup."

---

The benefit of getting to the fairgrounds a little bit earlier, you didn’t have to wait in line for rides. And boy, were you surprised when Jake dragged you around to a bunch of them. Teacups, bumper cars,  going down those super long slides in a potato sack more than once, you plastered up against his chest. If the two of you could go on it, Jake ensured you did.

A part of you was slightly pleased he wanted to. It helped with the slight nervousness in your stomach, both from this morning and from being with Jake in this context. You had to remind yourself time and time again that Jake was the same as he had always been. But it became easier with each ride, the two of you laughing way harder than you should for a Saturday morning. 

It took your stomach rumbling loudly enough for Jake to kiss your cheek and drag you to the food stands. After asking what you wanted, he told you to find a seat, saying there was no possible way you were paying for yourself. You had huffed at him, but he only pecked your forehead before gently turning you by your shoulders and sending you on your way.

You found a picnic bench away from the stands under a tree. It was the perfect spot, away from other seats, for you and Jake to talk. He found you easily enough, handing you your corn on the cob on a paper plate before placing his hot dog down on the table and climbing over the bench to sit next to you.

But it occurred to you, as you started to nibble on the cob, you didn’t really know that much about him. Sure, you knew he was a fighter pilot, from Texas, from a big family with troubling dynamics. He grew up on a ranch. He was a few years older than you. He had a reputation. 

But you didn’t know the other important stuff. 

“What’s your favourite colour?” you asked, breaking the silence. 

“What?” 

“What’s your favourite colour?” you said again, laughing. 

He shot you a look. “We’re really doing this?” 

“You're the one that wanted to take me out on a date,” you shrugged, taking another bite of your cob. “So spill. What’s your favourite colour?” 

“Orange.”  He admitted after a second. "You?"

“Blue-Green. But not turquoise,” you were quick to correct. “The blue-green you see out in the sea.”

Jake nodded thoughtfully but didn’t say anything.

“This is the part where you ask me a different question,” you roughly whispered, leaning over to tease him.

Jake chuckled, making a show of needing to think about his question before finally asking, “Most embarrassing moment?” 

You giggled at the memory. “When Sadie was born. I was rushing to leave the hospital cause I was late for my shift. The nurse told me I could use the stairwells, but I triggered the emergency exit fire alarm on the door instead.” 

Jake snickered with a mouthful of his hot dog. 

“Hey, they tell you you can use those doors. I was misinformed.” 

Jake shook his head fondly. "Okay, your turn."

“Did you always want to be in the Navy? Flying planes?” you asked, sobering the conversation. Jake looked at you for a minute before staring down at his plate. “Remember how I said my future was more or less planned out?”

You nodded, taking another bite of your corn on the cob, listening as he continued. “My grandfather served in the Navy. He saw how much I didn’t want to follow in my brother’s footsteps and started talking to me about his deployments.” 

Jake grabbed a napkin off the table, wiping away a speck of mustard from the corner of his mouth before explaining, "My dad had been pressuring me throughout college to come home and take over the ranch since I put my foot down about football. I spent a summer with my grandfather up at a Navy base in Fort Worth, learning, watching, and taking everything in. I got to see a little bit of everything, but the fighter squadron... there was something freeing in seeing them up there."

You could tell he was lost in his head, reminiscing about a time when he was trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life, away from people's impressions and opinions. If you ever met Jake's dad, you'd make sure he knew what you thought about the treatment of his youngest son.

"Then he asked if I wanted to join when I graduated," He shrugged. “One of the best decisions I’ve ever made. He passed five years ago.” 

Listening to Jake recount his story made your heart ache, knowing he would have been expected to live out a future somebody else had carved for him had somebody not shown him a different way. Though it brought comfort to know Jake had somebody in his corner, two people looking out for him if you considered his sister. You reached out, letting your hand graze up and down his forearm in comfort. 

“He was looking out for you,” you offered kindly.

“He would have liked you,” he wondered aloud. “And he would have spoiled Sadie to no end.”

You let the silence stretch on, knowing Jake would need a few seconds to regain his composure. But then he suddenly said aloud, “You said Ridley sent your college admissions for you. What did you study?” 

You swallowed hard at the mention of Ridley, a queasiness settling in your stomach as this morning was still too fresh on your mind.

“English,” you managed to say. “The bookcase in my family room wasn’t a dead giveaway?”

“Anyone can be a bookworm,” he remarked, the look on his face indicating he expected you to continue.

“I wrote a lot in high school,” you shrugged. “Fiction, poetry… short stories. Ridley found them one day after we moved, submitting a couple to a few English and creative writing programs.”

Jake took another bite of his food before asking, “You’re a writer?”

You nodded. “Trying to be.”

“Anything I can read?” He asked playfully, knocking your shoulder. You smirked, pushing back into him as you said, “Maybe one day.”

You didn’t know if asking something like this on a date you thought was going well was proper. But you were curious anyway when you casually said, “Your first kiss?” 

But Jake wasn’t ashamed to answer, not that you expected him to be. The man oozed confidence. “Highschool. After my first touchdown. One of the cheerleaders at the side bench. The worst experience of my life.” 

“I knew you were a jock,” you snorted. 

“What about you?”

“I was a geek - in the library most weekends.” 

“No, your first kiss.” 

“Oh… um..” you hesitated before finally admitting, “You.”

You may as well have sucker-punched him in the gut. Jake turned to face you,  shock then confusion covering his face, as if you didn’t just admit to him the kiss at three AM in your hallway was the first time you’d ever been kissed.

His reaction made you look down into your lap, blending the edge of your paper plate back and forth, before giving into the urge to fill the silence. “I’ve gone on dates. But they never went past the first one. Either things didn’t work out, or I got ghosted. It made me wonder what I was doing wrong.”

Jake cleared his throat. “So you’ve never…?”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to know what he was asking. You shook your head, your blush spreading down your neck. “Does that surprise you?” 

“Someone like you, how didn’t anyone..?” 

“I’ve never trusted someone enough to do it with,” you shrugged. You felt embarrassed, not that you should have been. But it was a well know fact Jake got around. That he was, for lack of a better word, experienced. 

It wasn’t like the opportunity didn’t present itself while you were at college. But the parties and causal thing just wasn’t for you. And all the guys seemed like walking red flags. Your insecurities also didn’t help. But they weren’t as bad back then as they are now. And then Sadie came along, and you put any thought of dating aside. 

“Does that bother you?” you asked meekly, scared of his answer. 

Jake turned, his knee knocking yours as he dropped his plate to the bench, wiping his hand on his shorts before reaching out to stroke the outside of your thigh. His voice was firm when he answered, “Absolutely not. I’m just surprised.” 

You didn’t know you had been holding your breath when you found yourself letting out a sigh of relief. 

“Though I can’t lie, I’m thinking about all the ways I can corrupt your innocent little soul.”

You smirked, shaking your head. "You're a menace."

He returns your grin, unfazed by your response. “Now, what else did you want to ask me? Since we are doing the question thing.”

You thought about it for a second before asking, “What were you going to tell me on New Year’s Eve?” 

But rather than freeze up like he did the other times you asked, Jake smiled fondly at you, hand still stroking the outside of your leg. “What? Me giving you the best first kiss of your life in your hallway at three AM wasn’t enough? Clearly, I didn’t do my job right. ” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but Jake leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before leaning back. “I was going to ask if you wanted to start the year off by going on a date with me.” 

You gulped. “You’ve been thinking about this awhile then?” 

“Since Sadie invited me on the hike.” 

The uneasiness in your stomach disappeared with the mention of Sadie, and you squeezed his wrist in silent thanks before reaching for your food. But then Jake said something that made you pause.

“I think she’s trying to play matchmaker with her subtle hints and pictures…” He froze, realizing what he just said out loud. You dropped the cob from your mouth, looking over at him in shock. 

“She didn’t!” You exclaimed, catching on to what he didn’t say. “Oh, that insect! I knew she sent you something suspicious with those photos!” 

“Hey, I promised her I wouldn’t say anything,” he said, sounding guilty for breaking his promise. Then your mind flashed back to the video chat you had with Jake. “Wait, Coyote… at the end of our call..” 

Jake closed his eyes, tilting his head back to the sky as you exclaimed, “Was I the photo in your cockpit?!”

___

Jake told you he wanted to take this slow. 

You had agreed to the both of you taking it slow. 

Hell, it was your first date. 

But damn, he was not making it easy.

After lunch, Jake wanted to take you to the arcade on the other side of the fairgrounds before the two of you had dinner. Buying a bag full of coins, he placed them in the palm of your hand, telling you to pick whatever you wanted. But you wouldn't have that, telling him the two of you would take turns deciding what to play.

But no matter what game the two of you decided on, you were sure he was purposely trying to mess you up by making himself as distractingly attractive as possible.

It all started with the air hockey table. A few occasional glances here or there as you knocked the puck back and forth along the table. Then it was the flirty trash talk, a playful diss being said when one of you would score against the other, leading you to shout out, "Bite me, Hangman."

But he smirked and cockily replied, "I have."

The blush that came next could have rivalled Rooster's angry face.

Next came the basketball hoops. Jake went first, and despite you standing in his line of sight, leaning up against the machine to the side, Jake didn't break his focus as he made every shot. You knew it was a failed attempt from the start anyway, given how focused he would have to be flying an F-18.

Unfortunately, you didn't have much luck when it came to your turn. He came up behind you, his hands on your hips, pressing kisses to your cheek and neck, hoping it would distract you enough to miss your shots and allow him to win the game, which he did.

And out of all things, they had axe throwing. If this man could throw a dart with that much accuracy, he had no trouble with the axes. Watching him toss the axe from over his head, muscles bulging, the look of concentration on his face.

The next time you needed firewood for the pit in the backyard, you would ask Jake for some help splitting it, maybe on a hot day.

It got so bad you had to pull him back by his hand, holding on to yours, right in the middle of the crowd as he was leading you to another game, only to grab him by the back of his neck and lay one on him.

But what really got you was when it came time to redeem the tickets, Jake asked if the two of you could pick something out for Sadie - the Navy-themed teddy bear was looped tightly around the straps of your bag as the two of you walked to one of the pop-up restaurants the fair was hosting. 

Jake went to find a table as you went to find the bathroom. You stared at yourself in the mirror, realizing your worries this morning and even your vocalizations to Jake in your hallway had been for nothing. 

Deep down, you knew Ridley would tell you to stop being so anxious about this and go for it. Jake had already proved, each and every time, he was nothing like the guys that ghosted you or the guys you encountered at school—more than the cocky aviator type you painted him for looking for a good time. Even your lack of experience didn’t phase him and you being the photo in his cockpit? Where did that come from? 

And it suddenly struck you that you were doing the same thing you had ratted the squad out for, what his father had been doing to him. Jake was more than what others painted him for. Sadie had realized it long before anyone else did. Before you did. And it took her inviting Jake to a Saturday night and on the hike for you to realize. 

Who cares about what he did before he met you? Or what everyone believed he should be doing. He was here, with you, and wanted to be in Sadie’s life. 

You were done worrying about what-ifs. Come what may, you thought. You trusted Jake, and you wanted to be with him. In telling yourself that, you realized it was time you allowed yourself to believe in what you refused to admit. 

There was nothing wrong with being in love with Jake Seresin. 

Walking back, you searched the crowd for Jake, finding him seated at a table, speaking with a waitress. You stepped forward, but out of the blue, somebody checked your shoulder, making you stumble forward. Catching yourself on a nearby empty table, you turned around, angrily calling out, “Watch where your going, Asshole!” 

There was a man in a white sweater with his hood up. He didn’t turn around at your voice. Instead, he continued walking down towards the way you had come. You scoffed, adjusting your bag hanging off your shoulder before going to find Jake. 

“And here I thought you might have escaped through the window.” He joked, watching as you approached. The waitress was gone, and in his hands were two menus. 

“As if I’d leave you now,” you scoffed, placing a hand on his shoulder to balance yourself as you climbed into the seat next to him. Once you were settled, you hooked your arm through his, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“What?” you could hear the smile in his voice as he asked, holding out one of the menus to you. But you could only shake your head, smiling fondly into his sleeve as you grabbed the menu from him. “Nothing. I’m just having a good time.”

After ordering and while waiting for the food, you learned Jake was a natural-born storyteller. The minute you asked him about what life was like growing up on a ranch, he launched into multiple stories of shenanigans he and Janet got into, one story in particular almost making you fall out of your chair laughing - Jake telling you he got drunk on a bottle of Rye in high school and ended up walking home, only for his family to have found him passed out in a hay bale in the field the next morning. Or the barn dog everyone hated, a grumpy thing whose bite was worse than its bark. 

"And right there, under all those blankets and saddle pads, was the damn Jack Russell, snapping away and chasing us outta the barn at our heels."

Laughing into your glass of wine, you relayed your own story about how Sadie came about her nickname, bringing ladybugs in from the backyard an empty water bottle and how she forgot to screw the top on. Jake fell into your side, laughing when you explained you couldn’t stop finding ladybugs for weeks afterwards. 

The conversation continued throughout dinner, Jake learning you broke your wrist skating when you were 15. You learned exactly what his father had planned for him until his grandfather stepped, only furthering your dislike for the man. While you already knew both of you had the same taste in music, you weren’t surprised Jake had a soft spot for country music.

And when your meal was finished, Jake led you out of the makeshift tent; his arm lopped through yours as you snuggled happily up against his side. When you moved towards the parking lot, Jake tugged on your hand, pulling you back into his chest, saying, “I have one more thing planned.”

Yet, when he dragged you over to the line for the Ferris wheel, you felt like you were going to throw up. And you tried, you really did, not to let on that you were terrified to go up in the air. This date was going wonderfully, and you didn’t want to ruin it with something so trivial as this.

So you waited in line with him, listening to him continue the conversation about how he realized he wasn’t meant for football like his brother, even though he loved to watch. But every time the machine stopped and the seats, carts, or cars, whatever they were called, swung with the momentum, you had to force yourself not to jolt.

When your turn came in the line, you tried not to grip Jake’s hand tighter than you should when he helped you into your seat. To loosen your shoulders from being too tight and slouch your back when it was too straight. And when it started to move, you shot your hands out wide, one going for the bar in front of Jake, the other to your side of the cart.

When it stopped, you swallowed hard. Jake looked at you, amused, before finally stating, “You’re afraid of heights.” 

“Not really…” you said, looking over the side, wondering how quickly the maintenance crew put up the blasted thing and if they had any missing blots or screws afterwards. 

“Come now, you can tell me,” he leaned forward, placing his hand on your wrist of the hand gripping the handlebar. He pressed his nose against your ear, his voice buzzing as he said lowly, “I won’t judge.” 

Something metal creaked beneath you, making you jolt, your hand now covering your heart. “It’s not really heights.” 

“No?” he murmured lowly. You knew what he was doing, the cocky fucker. No amount of distraction or persuasion would get your mind off the empty space below you. Or get you to admit something you knew he would most definitely take some sort of defence to. 

Or worse, try and fix it. Which he was capable of doing. 

Jake suddenly rocked back in the seat back, hard. You squealed, plastering yourself into his side, gripping his body tight as you exclaimed, “Flying! I have a fear of flying!”

His hand slid down from over the back seat, finding your hip bone and gripping it tight, tugging you closer. “Now, was that so bad?” 

Hiding your face into his shoulder, you replied, “Yes, especially after what you told me. And you're a pilot.” 

“A pilot who could help you get over this fear.” 

You shook your head against his chest. “Nope. I’m not stepping foot in that thing.”

“You wound me, darling,” he said, exasperated. “Truly.”

“It’s not that I’m against it,” you replied, adjusting yourself against his side, Jake’s hands making sure there wasn’t an inch between the two of you.

“Mav’s offered countless times when he takes Sadie up … I don’t know,” you finished lamely. “I just can’t stand the thought of no ground beneath my feet.”

"I bet I could change your mind."

“Not going to happen,” you challenged back. 

“Nope, I guarantee you, I will get you into a plane."

You laughed hoarsely at his words. “Jake…” 

“You and me, our next date. I’m calling it.” 

“Maybe I’ll sit in it. But that’s it.” 

“Nope. If you’re dating a pilot, you must take advantage of that.”

“What about you?” you asked, hoping to get him off-topic. “What are you afraid of?”

But Jake’s laughter died down, his eyes unfocused stared off into the distance. It wasn’t that he didn’t know - The same fear had followed him since high school, on deployments and in the quiet hours when nobody else was around. If he said it out loud, it would, without a doubt, give it power. 

And if it had power, it would ruin his chances with you.

You gave him a few minutes, figuring he needed time to think about it. “Is it a hard one?

“Look,” he jutted his head forward. You sat up, turning your head to look out over the field, expecting to find something weird. But you didn’t need to search the crowd or look through the stands. It was obvious what Jake was pointing out to you. 

“Whoa.”

Even if it freaked you out, Jake timed the Ferris Wheel perfectly. The sunset was gorgeous, with streaks of soft pastel yellows, pinks, and even hints of purple. The blue was even gentler than the bright hue of the everyday sky. 

“It’s so….” you started, but couldn’t finish. You were too in awe of the sight in front of you. 

“Beautiful,” he finished for you. It certainly is, you thought. But when you glanced over at him, you caught his eyes on you.

“You’re not watching the sunset, are you?” 

“Nope.”

You blushed, deciding to press your cheek back into his chest and gazing at the sky. You could get used to this, you thought, as Jake grabbed the junction of your knee, pulling your legs over his. 

With the movement or sounds of creaking metal no longer bothering you, you felt content to snuggle into Jake’s side as the Ferris Wheel swung you both forward again. 

He pressed his lips to your forehead, murmuring, “I’m still getting you on a plane.” 

“Jake…” 

___

The sun had set when Jake and you got off the Ferris wheel. He led you back to his truck with an arm around your waist, content to press the occasional kiss into your hair as the pair of you navigated the crowds.

Jake guided you to the passenger side when you reached the truck. The both of you were hidden out of view from any on-lookers who were heading home. You pressed yourself up against the side as he reached for the handle, ever the gentleman, to open the door and help you up into your seat. But as he turned his head to look at you, you held your head up to look at him with a shy smile. 

That shy smile, and the way the light hit the corners of your eyes, had him sucking in a sharp breath. His hand lost its grip, sliding along the side of the truck as he slowly stepped toward you. Watching as he approached you with a heated gaze, you timidly bit the bottom of your lip.

You couldn't see the stars behind his head, nor the lights from the fairgrounds or the warm glow of the string lights making up the parking lot. You could only see him towering over you, his arm stretching out to rest above your head, cocooning between him and the truck. His other hand landed on your cheek, his thumb softly stroking the skin, then gently releasing your lip from its hold before replacing it with his lips.

Moaning against his mouth, you slid your hand up his chest. It was a slow kiss, Jake's tongue tracing the inside of your mouth as if the two of you had all the time in the world.

Jake's hand slithered down your side, finding a grip on your leg. The heel of your boot caught on the step of the truck at his touch, allowing Jake the space he needed to situate himself between your legs, pinning you up against the frame. He nibbed at your neck, teeth working on marking up the opposite side of his handiwork from the hallway. There were bruises, much to your pleasure or displeasure, and you had spent at least half an hour each morning since covering it up. And Jake clearly wanted to add more to it.

But it didn’t stop you from attempting to return the favour, as your mouth managed to land on Jake’s cheek, working down towards his jawline as he tilted his head back. You felt the small spikes of a five o’clock shadow under your soft lips, pressing kisses to his skin. Then in a tiny spark of confidence, you closed them around a patch of skin.

“Fuck Liz,” he growled out, hand tightening on your thigh. “We need to go slow. What happened to not putting out on the first date?”

You let his neck go with a sharp intake of breath. "This is slow."

"Slow is driving you home, walking you to your front door," rasped after a kiss, diving back for another one before adding, "Kissing you goodnight and asking when I can see you again."

“Then why were you teasing me all day?” you gasped out. “I’m just following your lead.”

Jake pulled sharply back, the hand above your head thumping hard on the metal. “I’m not taking you up against my truck in the middle of a dirt parking lot for your first time.”

"Stereotypes are overrated."

Jake growled. You were driving him crazy, testing his resolve, especially after what you admitted to him earlier. It only confirmed he needed to take this slow with you.

Then again, another part of him was elated that he'd be the only one to have ever touched you like this, to feel you like this. That the sounds rising from your body were only because of him.

After securely wrapping your leg around his waist, Jake went for the center of your blouse, fingers single-handly making quick work of the small buttons.

"You would, wouldn't you?"  He groaned, fingers searching underneath the helm for the top of your bra before giving a sharp tug down, exposing your nipple to the air. You gasped at the action, the night air caressing your skin. 

"Let me do this to you out in the middle of nowhere," he murmured against your skin in between kisses, working inch by inch down to your breast.  "Where anyone could walk by."

In three seconds, Jake had your entire breast in his mouth, jaw tense as he sucked hard, his tongue toying with your nipple. You mewled, not used to the sensation.

"Fuck Jake," you whimpered, your head hitting the door as you looked up to the stars, blindly raking your fingers through his hair. 

He let it go with a pop. "Pay attention, darlin'. My eyes are down here."

Dropping your chin to your chest, you got a close-up view of Jake staring up at you, lips enclosing around the peak of your breast to work the bud between his teeth lightly. A wail caught in your throat at a particular tug, eyes still focused on his face as you attempted to bring him closer to your chest.

He pulled back, voice husky as he said, "Good girl."

You heaved at the praise, a flush of heat shooting down your body. You started to rock your hips against his, desperate for pressure, friction, anything to soothe the burning sensation in your core. Your jeans prevented you from feeling anything as Jake continued to suck around your nipple.

"Or you'd let me do this."

You moaned, a long yearning sound echoing between the space of the two parking spots when Jake slipped his hand down between your bodies and cupped your core, his thumb pressing on your clit through the seam of your jeans.

"Or this," he chuckled when you bucked your hips off the side of the truck, you seeing more than the stars littering the sky as he rubbed at you with the pad of his thumb. But his hand was gone as quickly as he touched you, leaving you aching and whining for more.

Jake could only think about how beautiful you looked, panting hard and skin flushed, just as affected as he was.  He was in awe of you, of how well today went, how you care about him and refuse to believe in how everyone else sees him. He may have needed to assure you you were worth the risk of a broken heart, but he was grateful you were willing to take the chance on him. 

But then you fucking sidelined him; your voice was quiet and raspy as you said, “I trust you.” 

It was three simple words. And you probably didn’t understand their weight in your frenzied state. Or maybe you did. You told him you didn’t trust many people with this part of you. Perhaps you were telling him he was that person. 

Either way, they meant everything to him.

“I want to do this right by you,” he gritted out through his teeth. “But you are making it hard.”

You didn't mean to, but your snicker escaped before it was too late, causing a series of giggles to wrack your chest.

Jake instantly caught on to what you were laughing about, the heat building between you both starting to die down as he softly laughed with you, body shaking as he pressed his forehead into the center of your chest.

"Liz, don't you dare."

But you couldn't help yourself. "Pun intended?"

He went for your sides, fingers poking and scratching at your stomach as you let out a screech, failing to escape his wrath before you finally called out for mercy. Pulling your bra and blouse back over your breast, Jake sighed affectionally, pressing his forehead to yours. "Where have you been all my life, darlin'?"

You didn't know what to say, so you pressed your lips to his, content to simply be in the moment, even if the two of you looked like horny teenagers at a school fair.

Thank god nobody could see the two of you like this right now.

But you were seen. 

From the driver’s seat of a little white car with a spoiler on the back, parked three cars down on the opposite side of the lane. It’s passenger watching you and that man, doing whatever the fuck that was, up against that specimen of a truck.

He could hear your laughter from this distance, watching as the man picked you up, you clinging to him all arms and legs as he opened the door and set you inside, closing it before jogging around to the other side. 

Watching the truck drive away, he couldn't help but feel some sort of pleasure in the fact he would see you soon. At the place where you were the most vulnerable. When none of those glorified uniform-wearing servants would be able to stop him.

Yes, he would see you soon.

And he wouldn’t leave this godforsaken state without what he came for. 

Shit hits the fan from here on out... 👀

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Part 11: Dream On Coming Soon

Wickett ;)

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She's Totally Flirting With You

Summary- Jack gets hit on by a waitress, though he thinks she's just being nice, Paisley and Olive come to your defense to convince Jack she's flirting with him.

Jack had surprised you, Paisley, Olive, and Hayden with a family date, to a restaurant that the girls loved but was a little too fancy to take them to on a regular basis because even though they were pretty well-behaved, you didn’t want to accidentally become the family with misbehaving kids in a fancy restaurant.

You and Olive sat on one side of the booth, while Jack and Paisley sat on the other, Hayden sitting in a highchair on the side of the table. You could tell immediately that the waitress was flirting with Jack. 

“What can I get you to drink?” She asked Jack first, placing her hand on his shoulder. Jack placed his drink order before she turned her attention to the girls. “And what do you two princesses want?” 

“Daddy, can I get an orange soda?” Paisley asked, Jack nodded.

“Yeah, do you want the same thing Liv?” Jack asked.

“I want strawberry lemonade, please.” Olive said.

“And can we get water for both of them too?” Jack asked and she nodded. She took your drink order before turning her attention back to Jack.

“Anything else I can get you?”

“Can we go ahead and get a side of fries for the kids and let’s go ahead and get a second orange soda, she’ll want it as soon as she sees her sister have it,” Jack said and the waitress laughed.

“Of course, that’s so sweet that you’re thinking ahead,” She said, squeezing his shoulder. “I’ll be right back with all of that,” She let her hand linger on his shoulder as she walked away. The girls already going back to coloring.

“She’s totally flirting with you,” You said, and Jack laughed softly.

“No, she’s not, she’s just being nice.” Jack said, shrugging it off.

“If you want to call that just being nice, then okay,” You said sarcastically.

“She probably just knows who I am and doesn’t want to say something since I’m with family or something.”

She came back a few minutes later, placing all the drinks down, coming a minute later with the fries.

“I brought a couple extra plates, so they don’t have to share plates, I know I hated sharing when I was little, especially with my siblings,” She laughed softly. You and Jack split the fries between the girls, keeping a couple for Hayden, since he was eight months old you were letting him try different soft foods. “Neither of you look old enough to have three kids, are they all yours?” She asked, trying to make small talk.

“Yeah, they are all ours,” Jack answered, “We’ve been together for nine years, plenty of time to have a couple kids,” He joked.

“Do you guys know what you want to order?” She asked, her demeanor suddenly changing. You all placed your orders before she walked away again.

“Still going to tell me she’s not flirting with you?” You asked and Jack shrugged. “She literally has puppy dog eyes when she looks at you.”

“Well, maybe she’ll stop now that she knows we’re together.”

She came back a few minutes later to check on everything before checking on the table next to you.

“She needs to stop flirting with you Daddy.” Paisley said, loud enough for the waitress to hear. You smirked as you handed Hayden another fry.

“Do you even know what flirting is Paise?” Jack asked and she shook her head.

“No, but if Mommy doesn’t like it, then neither do I. You love Mommy not her,” She said.

“Well, you're right, I do love Mommy,” Jack said in agreement.

“She looks at you like Sadie does when you have food that she wants,” Olive said, taking a bite out of her fry. You and Jack couldn’t help but laugh at Olive’s comment.

“Where did you get that from?” You asked her.

“You say Sadie gives puppy dog eyes when Daddy has food, and you said that she’s giving Daddy puppy dog eyes,” Olive shrugged. Hayden started to get fussy in his highchair, so you took him out while you waited for your food.

“See, even the girls think she’s flirting.”

“Oh, they are just copying what they heard you say.”

“Maybe, but are you going to tell them she’s not and lie to them?” You teased and Jack fake gasped.

“Yeah Daddy, you can’t lie to us, that wouldn’t be nice,” Paisley said.

“Am I being ganged up on by my wife and daughters?” Jack said sarcastically.

“Maybe,” You smirked. “Even Hayden’s on my side, huh?” You asked Hayden and he giggled.

“Okay, okay, maybe I was wrong,” Jack said. “God, I’m screwed when they are teenagers, aren’t I?” 

“You’re the one who wanted eight daughters,” You teased.

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