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az-cain · 1 year

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Request- I HAVE A REQUESTTT, you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to: (grumpy x sunshine with Jake); reader leaves little notes around the house as a reminder for Jake to be nice or to be careful or something like that, he never responds but one time she cooked one of his favourite dishes when he had a bad day before going to bed and she leaves a note and he responds before leaving the next day? Thank you so much💕💕💕

jake seresin x reader ≈ 1000 words masterlist

I LOVED THIS REQUEST TYSM FOR THIS

TW FOR: G-LOC, gravity-induced loss of consciousness, fear of loss, poor communication of sorts

The little habit began with a New Year’s Resolution to be more appreciative of those you love. It was a cheap purchase, that pad of Post-Its, but the notes you gave him every morning were the highlight of his day. He left too early for you to wake for more than a simple peck on the lips and an “I love you.”

Once, it was a quick sentence about how you wished he’d have a good day and you’d be waiting to see him when he got home. All day, he was so excited to see you that he forgot to be an asshole. Phoenix and Bob separately texted you their thanks.

The next, it was a smiley face and an “I love you so much,” written in all capitals and followed by too many exclamation points. The dopey smile stayed on his face for several hours, his words less aggressive and his voice softened. Again, Phoenix and Bob texted you their thanks, this time followed by Rooster.

The little tradition continued on for weeks, everyone eventually ceasing to thank you because they realized that Hangman was slowly becoming just Jake, calming down a bit, and it was getting tedious to text every day.

About six weeks later, Jake walked solemnly through the door two hours before he usually did, eyes cast down to your floorboards, and sighed heavily as he kicked off his boots. Emerging from the kitchen, you saw the way his shoulders sagged and immediately started towards him. “Jake?” You whispered, reaching a hand out to pull his chin up, the skin oddly dewey. You gasped when you saw tears streaking down his cheeks. “Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” You wrapped your arms around him.

He sobbed quietly into your shoulder, his own arms hanging limp at his sides as he bent down to reach your level.

Off-put by his lack of response, you began to pull away, but his arms shot up to hold you and he yelped a “No!” as though you’d stabbed him.

“Okay, okay, sweetie. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” You soothed, petting his hair as his tears wet your shoulder. You pressed the bottom of your wedding ring against his neck, the familiar metal soothing him as his heaving chest turned to hiccups.

It was a few more minutes before he spoke. “I went into G-LOC today.”

You felt your body lock up and you began to shake, arms clenching tighter around him. “You made it,” you murmured, reassuring both of you.

“I did. You know G-LOC dreams— vivid. Mine was you.” He sighed, burrowing down against you, “As my plane went down and I woke up, I kept thinking I wouldn’t get to see you again.”

“I’m here. You’re here. God, I love you, Jake.”

He nodded, whispering the words back as though you’d scare away, before he pulled back and wiped his eyes. “Sorry your shirt’s all wet now.”

“Jake, you just went through G-LOC. I am more than happy to deal with a few tears on my shirt.” Taking the aforementioned shirt off and walking to toss it in the laundry room, you shouted, “Go hop in the shower, baby. I’m making fried chicken.”

He groaned his thanks loudly before lumbering up the stairs to reach your bedroom, where you assume he gathered his clothes before you heard the shower turn on.

When he emerged, hair wet and face clean of tears, you were scooping the last of the chicken onto a paper-towel covered plate wearing one of his clean shirts. You smiled at him before bending down to pull the fried potatoes out of the oven where they’d been staying warm. “You ready to eat?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around you when you set the baking tray down on the stove.

“Why did they not call me?” You asked tentatively, meeting his eyes.

“I wanted to tell you myself. The squad have known for years not to contact you unless I’m seriously hurt.”

You nodded, smiling gently. “Alright.” A few minutes passed of the two of you just holding one another in a loose hug. “Read the apron,” you giggled, knowing he knew full well what it said. With a hum and a raise of his brows, he pulled back slightly to glance down. Meeting your eyes again, he smirked and placed his lips gently against yours.

“Thank you for dinner, darlin’.” You both pulled apart, you grabbing plates from the dishwasher while he picked up napkins from the counter. As you dished up your food, you always touched somehow. Your sides, your feet, you just wanted contact. The two of you parked it on the couch, facing one another, and ate quietly, just happy to be in each others’ presence.

The night came to an early close, the stress of the day making you both want to sleep at around eight.

As per usual, when you woke around midnight to use the restroom, you left him a note.

In the morning, he woke to find a full sheet of paper.

My love,

You are the light of my life. My one and only. Today, you’ll be very safe as you recover from yesterday’s events, or I’ll make sure our good Admiral Bobby puts you on desk duty. Yes, that’s a threat. You’ll also instruct your squad to let me know as soon as something goes wrong, or I’ll do it myself. I’m making navy bean soup tonight. I love you, Jake. <3

His eyes filled with tears as he scrambled for a pencil, a smile splitting his face. When he found one, he scribbled:

I love you so much. I can’t go another day without you having proof of that every single day. I don’t think that made sense but you know me, what I’m trying to say. And yes ma’am, they’ll know as soon as I reach base. Looking forward to that soup tonight <3 <3 <3

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#jake seresin x gn!reader #jake seresin/reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin angst #jake seresin x you #jake seresin/you #jake hangman seresin fluff #hangman #top gun hangman #top gun maverick #top gun #az writes #pav my love

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transfelixfelicis · 11 months

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i wanna eat pavitr prabhakar (affectionate)

#pavitr prabhakar #pav my love

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dimensionzero · 11 months

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anyway, a series of things I did not notice about the little spinny thing pav does while rescuing civilians from freefall, yknow the one:

he's not holding them all with one hand, he made a second loop of webs to catch his diabolo again in his other hand so it would be more secure

I can't get a good picture of it but it's the same way he caught the diabolo in his introduction after he hit the spot with it and I like that repetition

the reason he does the mid-air spin is to catch the other 'end' of the loop with his foot and wind it around his waist, to free up his hand to grab miles' arm when miles comes swooping down to catch him

(the web is staying wound around his waist because he caught it with his leg and folded his leg up so it wouldn't slip off)

also presumably it worked to slow their fall and heft the civilians a little higher, so they'll land on that roof instead of crashing into the side of the building

there's also a tiny animation error here since pavitr is still wearing his bracers/bangles on both wrists even though he's using his diabolo to do his yoyo tricks!

I actually double-checked another scene because I wouldn't put it past the costume design to have the suit coloured gold and red under the bracer but nah, in this bit his wrist is pretty clearly bare after he flicks it off:

in conclusion: this scene fucks even harder now that it makes sense to me, 10/10

#literally the only thought in my mind when i saw this in theatres: oh i cant wait until i can slow this down and actually see what hes doing #AND IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT #i love pav hes so cool. coolest motion signature among the spideys fr #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse spoilers #pavitr prabhakar

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bebzbrainw0rmz · 6 months

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Hiiiii a redraw of ‘After Midnight’ by Jack Vettriano with daav bc I think they should be put in a meat grinder

#fear and hunger #my art #funger #fear & hunger #fear and hunger termina #fear and hunger pav #fear & hunger termina #fear and hunger daan #daan von dutch #daan #f&h daan #pavel yudin #pav #f&h Pav #daav #daav is such a silly ship name I love it #anywho this took way too long bc I kept on getting distracted #fear and hunger 2

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arimitskevich · 10 days

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lots of doodles i havent shown here hi

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unipacas · 9 months

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double date :3

#across the spiderverse #gwen stacy #gayatri singh #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #fanart #my draws #spider-man #they just watched barbie or something #it's a date between gwen/gayatri and pav/miles btw. just to be clear #LOLOL #i wanted to draw gayatri :3 i love her design so much!

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whaliiwatching · 10 months

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kaleidoscopic crush

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daiwild · 10 months

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boys

#i love this img so much it's been in my files for a whole year i was itchin to redraw it #and i was like oh wait its literally pav and hobie in spiderverse HQ #most certainly this has been done before but uh now i did it so uhm yeah #goldenpunk #chaipunk #hobie x pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown

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carelessapples · 11 months

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#my art #spiderman #spiderman india #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #atsv fanart #pavitr prabhakar fanart #spiderman fanart #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderverse fanart #across the spiderverse fanart #RAHH I LOVE UOU PAVITR #i have so much spider-verse art #lots of hobie #but i love pav sm #artists on tumblr #fanart

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dirtytransmasc · 10 months

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the chaipunk vs. "he has a girlfriend" debacle can be fixed by one simple thing (like almost every love triangle ever); a polycule.

even if Gayatri and Hobie stay platonic, you wanna tell me that man isn't gonna treat her like a goddamn goddess? you wanna tell me he's not gonna stop in her dimension just to spend time with each other? you wanna tell me he's not gonna gush with her over Pav? cause your dead wrong, and lord help me if they're not smiiten for each other to, the romance would be too much for me. like we've already sorta agreed as a fandom that hobie is the softie, so he's always gonna be going out of his way to be a gentleman to her, holding doors, throwing his jacket over puddles (like a dumbass), kissing her hand, all that mushy stuff.

Gayatri is gonna be so romanced up by those two she wouldn't know what to do with herself. let her have two perfect amazing sweet loving male wife puppy dog boyfriends ok? she's earned it.

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az-cain · 1 year

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Az, I’m dizzy thinking of meeting bob’s family for the first time and he just admired the way you fit in so quickly. Talking to everyone and he just knows he wants to marry you???

NO LITERALLY i was having such a bad night and now i’m better 😭😭 thank you

i used wife but as past tense, in the sense of little bob asking for a ring for his future wife when he was younger. maybe he’s gay or bi, who knows, but reader is gender neutral.

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He takes you home as his lover, the first person he’d ever done that with. His little car pulls onto the long stretch of driveway that led to his parents’ farm house, and his palms get sweaty. He starts to speak, stumbles, pauses, and tries again. He gets out something along the lines of “They might be a lot, but they’ll love you,” before you put your hand on top of his knee and laugh quietly and tell him not to worry.

He feels his heart leap out of his chest and his foot stop tapping against the dead pedal. He nods and smiles shakily, wiping each hand separately before slowing to a stop and shifting into park. Turning his head to kiss you gently on the lips, he opens the door and walks around to let you out. You straighten your sweater and grab his tacky hand with a bright smile as the two of you approach the door.

As soon as he opens the door with a shout, his grandma is bolting out of the kitchen to see her Robby. Exclaims of “You took so long to visit!” and “Oh, we missed you, baby!” filled the small foyer, the smell of home-baked bread suffusing the house. His mom’s head pops out of the kitchen doorway and you recognize that smile: it’s the same one you wear when you look at her son. It strikes you how happy this family is, and you feel safe. Entirely safe.

His mom also recognizes the look on your face and her son’s face and loves you immediately. She beckons you into the kitchen. “It’s so amazing to meet you,” she blurts out, opening her arms for a hug. Of course, you oblige immediately.

“So good to meet you too.” You grin broadly. “You raised an amazing man.”

“And you found him,” she sighs happily, clasping your upper arms.

Silently, Robby watches from the doorway, his grandma’s hand in his, before Roberta tugs lightly on it. The older lady gestures towards the stairs with her head and pulls him away from the doorway, having spent the last few minutes watching her grandson’s heart rest in his throat with joy and love. Walking up the stairs, she squeezes Robby’s hand and told him she loves the person he brought.

“So do I, Grandma.”

They reach her bedroom and she pushed open the door, pulling him in before dropping his hand in favor of opening her jewelry box. “You asked when you were ten if you could have this for your future wife, remember?”

He feels his hands shake again as he nods, wiping his palms on his jeans. “You said I could have it when I asked again.”

“You don’t need to ask this time, Robby.”

He smiles as she reaches out, ring in hand. “Thank you, Grandma.”

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Downstairs, his mother knows exactly where her mother and son were returning from as you ask her if you could set the table. She shakes her head and scoffs, shouting light-heartedly for her husband to come do it and gesturing at your boyfriend to come take care of you. As George, his father, enters the dining room, you smile and shake his hand, Robby’s hand around your waist.

He watches his father and lover make easy conversation after George apologizes for his lack of greeting and you dismiss it with a wave of your hand and an easy grin.

Robby’s eyes and smile are bright as he feels the ring in his pocket like a brand, burning through his thigh, and he knows he’ll have to get it on your finger before the night is out.

#robert floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd fluff #bob floyd fluff #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #top gun fic #top gun maverick #bob floyd x gn!reader #az writes #pav my love

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soplapinga · 11 months

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The specific scenarios of Miles parents meeting his friends is so funny to me bc after how they dragged Gwen's emo ass they'd be losing their shit over Hobie aka literal self proclaimed anarchist acab king who somehow radiates way more of a GET OUT aura to them than already mentioned gal does and then theyd have a whole ass man ??? with a literal child ????? lmao Peter wouldn't even have time for some rational explanation they'd just go for an instantaneous who ARE you and kick shove the door right in his face. Then they'd meet Pav. And they'd cry out of joy bc listen guys they'd fucking LOVE Pav ok like the kid SMILES and is KIND and EXTREMELY POLITE and gives overall THE BEST ENERGY EVER GIVEN and holy shit honey this kids the fucking actual sun oh my god wait is he single ?? I bet he isn't he is a DREAM hey son have you ever thought of idk yk dating him like listen ok forget about that white girl pls he is perfect ok listen to us for a moment Miles hear us out pleas