#where there is jake

[galaxywarp]

I knoW everyone’s favorite joke from this episode is the whole “someone got hit in the boingloings!” bit, but I swear to god there is something SO fucking funny to me about how Jake says “Good job. Good job The Ice King.”

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[teuranghae]

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[teu-party] :: enhypen | [teu-mate] :: sim jaeyun | [teu-love] :: aussie puppy [teu-style] :: fluff, established relationship [teu-class] :: headcanons | [teu-hwaiting] :: sab / icysab

jake boyfie hcs ✫彡

requested here!

tags: fluff, gn reader

wc: <150 probably

a/n: bro i don’t think i’ll ever get over these jake pics they changed my life I NEED SILVER JAKE BACK AGAIN

- as evvvvverybody knows, jake is the biggest puppy boy

- he’s so adorable i swear to god

- if you do something kinda dumb but funny (like putting metal in the microwave, tripping over air, or asking if the phrase “four score and seven years before” was from the lord of the rings — based off a real interaction i had with someone btw) he’d laugh so hard he couldn’t breathe and make SO much fun of you

- would bring it up a week later just to be a little shit

- “jake did you eat my cookies?? i specifically asked you not to T-T”

- “okay maybe i did, but at least i didn’t almost explode our microwave by putting a spoon in it”

- piggy back rides!

- if he was giving you a piggy back ride and you gave him a lil kiss on the cheek he’d literally halt in his tracks because he’d be so flustered

- has your name on his phone saved as something cute but doesn’t tell you because he’s embarrassed

- if you play with his hair, i think he’d melt

- i feel like he’d be scrolling through tik tok or twitter or something on his secret account and show you edits or something of himself to try and seduce you LMAO

- (it works)

- if you’re taller or shorter than him, he’d either bend down or stand on his tippy toes a bit when you’re talking to him about something so he can look you in the eye

- flirts with engenes during meet and greets and lives and stuff to mess with you

- will hear you talk about something you’re really interested in and then try to get knowledgeable/good at it and fails miserably… it’s funny though LOL

- tickles you EVEN IF YOU’RE NOT TICKLISH

- volunteering at animal shelters dates. i said what i said.

- he’d be so cute omg imagine his big puppy eyes looking at all the dogs

- “Y/NIE LOOK HOW CUTE THIS ONE IS CAN HER TAKE HER HOME!!”

- and he’s all over this giant great dane, petting her like crazy

- jake would prank you lmao (niki’s influence 😔)

- but it’d be in the stupidest ways

- “y/nie i accidentally dropped your toothbrush in the toilet”

- you can’t ever be pissed at him though because he’s too cute </3

- jake = cutest boyfie

[shinyobservationtree]

[reigobun]

early AT anniversary art

[almondcroissantsandink]

they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery :)

(a silly 4-pg comic I've loosely titled Seeing Double, for fun! I know it's only mid-September, but I'm so so so getting into the Halloween mood)

[offkilterkeys]

Someone asked for Roxy drinking a rum and coke, and being disgusted, but then I started playing dolls with it. Maybe that’s where they were sleeping. All this time. Who knows really.

[zan0tix]

Guess what longspanning manga anime and movie franchise ive been watching

[sleepyhoon]

a heart that’s pure - s.jaeyun (m) [teaser]

୨ৎ pairing. religious virgin!jake x witch!reader

warnings. witches, use of magic, religious themes, mention of death, mention of animal cruelty (no animals were harmed in the making of this fic!), swearing, perv jake, smut, virginity loss.

est word count. 13k+

release date. tbd (soon!)

a/n. when i tell you i am so excited for this … you have no idea. gonna see if i can finish this up by next saturday hehe in the meantime, can anyone guess where i got the title from?

୨ৎ synopsis. Time and time again you find yourself wondering if it’s even worth being a witch if you’re seemingly the weakest one in your family. Though you wouldn’t trade your telekinesis for anything the world could offer, even if that means only being able to move around objects under twenty pounds. Your grandmother, who’s been able to look and behave as a thirty-year-old for the past fifty years by sacrificing the souls of pure, untouched, newborn animals, is among the strongest in your family; always belittling and teasing you on how you often struggle to lift something as simple as a stack of books.

The best part of hating your grandmother is the fact that she lives an hour away, so you rarely see her aside from her random check-ins. Typically, you ignore her and that’s easy, until she visits one day and finally meets your neighbor, Jake - a preacher’s son - whose aura is a pure, untouched, blinding white. Much to your dismay, your grandmother decides he should be the first human sacrifice to keep her young, and that she’ll be back for him in a week.

Which means you have seven days to convince Jake to give you his virginity, when he’s already keen on saving himself for marriage.

or

Your witch grandmother wants your neighbor, Jake’s pure soul, leaving you with only a week to have sex with him in order to save his life.

[diadotcom]

THEY ARE SO GODDAMN LONG

[surrik-i]

This honestly made me tear up, a 17 year old engene named zika has passed away in gaza. this breaks my heart deeply. she was a fan just like us with dreams to one day see the boys. please try your best to spread her letter so it can possibly reach the boys!

@021894s @dr0wnme0ut @yvnempire @un06 @hee-dazed @heejake-hoon @karinasbaby @en-geneisaxx @enh4s @dollyyun @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby @slickchickchocolatier @yeonzzzn @urfavouriteanon @stickypiratepeach @j3nnypng @hoondrop @hoonharem @simpjaes @heeverseblog @heeslomll @jakesangel @acestuffs @dazed-enha @ikeuluvr @ikeuhoonverse

[hurlyburlytopsyturvy]

and all hope may die, but it lives on inside of me

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

20 years...

[slavhew]

Wax Fang - Majestic

[moonlight-prose]

THE WAY YOU SAY GOODBYE

a/n: i have been watching way too much hart of dixie lately and well wade is basically just hangman in a different font. don't try to argue cause you know i'm absolutely right. so i spawned this drabble out of my head as if i were summoning a demon. enjoy my hangman girlies.

summary: if there's a way to say goodbye that has been noted in the history books, hangman will find a way to master it.

word count: 1k+

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

warnings: semi-explicit, kissing that borders on tongue fucking, he's nasty with it, cocky hangman, spit, again i say he's nasty with it.

Looking up the definition of the word goodbye would come with an endless amount of definitions and explanations. All in varying languages, with meanings so deep they grew like the roots of a tree. Embedding themselves in the earth with life of its own.

The way Hangman said goodbye wasn’t one of those.

He was assured, cocky, and genuinely believed he was God’s gift to this earth. You could see it with how he leaned against the pool table, his legs spread, lips pulled into a you know you want to fuck me smile. And the thing was…you couldn’t deny it. You did in fact want that. You had that. Four hours ago at the crack of dawn when he found his way back into your bed after a run and a shower.

Of course the others around would voice their displeasure and intense disgust if either of you brought it up. So you stayed silent. Sipping a coffee as he argued with Rooster over who had the bigger dick. Or something of that manner. You weren’t entirely focused on the conversation, your eyes fixated on the way his uniform pulled taut across his shoulders.

You were pretty sure that if you peeled the layers of fabric away, you’d find the imprint of your teeth in the muscle of his right shoulder.

Part of you was tempted to search for it. The other part had yet to notice he had stopped talking altogether, his attention on the only thing that mattered. You and your dreamy haze of love.

If he had the time he’d drag you to the bathroom, but everyone was already starting to pack it in for the morning. It would be a long day of training, of listening to the same orders over and over, of picking fights with one another until their patience ran thin. And all he wanted was to say goodbye to you properly. In a way that he’d feel each time you crossed his mind.

“You want a ride?” Fanboy asked, digging his keys out of his pocket.

He nodded. “Yeah thanks.”

“Let’s head out boys.” Phoenix shoved her arms into the leather jacket she’d brought even though the weather outside was warm enough to sunbathe.

He found his mind wandering to the image of you doing just that.

“Alright,” he sighed, standing tall as he reached for the jacket on the back of his chair.

You smiled as he sauntered over to you, his hand gripping your waist as he tugged you to stand up. “You’re going?”

He sighed as if you’d asked him the hardest question to exist. “Yeah. I’ve gotta go baby.”

“I’ll see you tonight.”

The soft smile that crossed his lips was enough to have your heart racing. “I’ve got a new bottle of wine, some new desserts to try out.”

He smiled, his hand sliding lower as you listed out a few other things. Some which you had to say softly, lest you bring the wrath of the others. You’d been in that predicament before; you didn’t necessarily want to go back. At least not for a few months. Getting caught at the rocks by the beach was bad enough. Getting caught by Rooster, Phoenix, and Coyote was worse.

Although they couldn’t deny it, they were much happier seeing Hangman in a relationship than out of one.

“We got to go man,” Fanboy said, nudging Payback to get up from where he sat. “I don’t want to get stuck doing extra push ups when your asses make me late.”

Jake chuckled, his eyes dropping to the way your tongue slid along your bottom lip. The idea of dropping in when he got lunch was appealing enough to hold him over for a few hours. At least then he could show you what he’d been craving to eat since this morning.

“Gentlemen. Phoenix. You might want to avert your eyes. I’m about to kiss my woman goodbye.” The groan from behind was enough to set you off in a fit of giggles, your hand sliding into the base of his hair. “C’mere sugar,” he mumbled, grasping the nape of your neck.

To say Jake Seresin invented the art of saying goodbye was an understatement. He made bidding farewell dirty, debauched, and so filthy so as to solidify that moment in your mind for the rest of the day. His tongue slid into your mouth, a soft moan at the taste of your coffee being pressed into the searing kiss, as he tugged you even closer. The breath was knocked from your lungs with each lick into you and you began to wonder if maybe he was thinking of something else entirely.

That only made you grip onto his hair tighter, pulling him close enough to feel the way his hips shifted forward. Not enough to draw attention from the others. Yet you felt as if he was grinding into you without a single item of clothing on.

“That’s disgusting!” Rooster shouted from across the bar.

Yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to pull away. Spit spread slightly down your chin, his teeth digging into the plush skin of your bottom lip, and you felt your knees begin to buckle. Even as he gripped your ass tight enough to leave a phantom touch behind.

He made sure you’d feel him all fucking day.

“Mm,” he hummed, his grip growing tighter. “Your coffee tastes delicious baby.”

You laughed. “You want some?”

“I gotta go,” he mumbled, kissing you again as he licked even deeper into your mouth. His sharp inhale the cause of your heart stuttering.

“So go,” you breathed. “I’m not stopping you.”

He smiled. “Liar.”

“Don’t be rude.”

“Or what?”

Twisting his hair between your fingers, you tugged his head back slightly. Earning you a soft grunt you felt in the base of your stomach.

“Or I find something else to occupy my night.”

“Noted Mrs. Seresin.” He snuck your mug out from behind you, stealing a sip as you hung on him—addicted to his mere presence.

You smiled, biting into your bottom lip as he cleaned you up with his thumb. “I’ll see you later Mr. Seresin.”

“Oh yes you will,” he murmured, stealing a chaste kiss as he swung his jacket over his shoulder. “You can count on it sugar!”

[im-a-leo]

broke: Jake English would have that alarm clock that when the alarm goes off, a target board will come up and you have a little laser gun. if you shoot the target, the alarm would go off.

woke: Jake has that same alarm, but he uses an actual pistol to shoot it. Jade created it and they’ve installed extra target boards, so it will automatically reset for the next morning.

bespoke: Jade and Jake have installed a system where every morning, a target board will descend from a randomly chosen point in their respective rooms/outside the window. the target board will sound out a blaring alarm until they’ve hit the bullseye. they’ve both gotten very good at shooting the targets with their eyes closed and promptly falling back asleep. it only works about 50% of the time, so they keep setting more alarms. they keep forgetting to tell visitors about this.