#dggrspr

DGGRSPR, IN HIS LETTERS TO THE CAP’N    “  are you watching me sleep?  ”

✯ MAYBE SO, PRINCESS, MAYBE SO.     WAKING UP IN THE MORNING A BIT     EARLIER THAN USUAL, ALL TANGLED     UP WITH JAKE AT HIS CHEST, THE     PRETTY BOY’S FACE TUCKED AWAY     BETWEEN HIS PECTORALS, LOOKING     DOWN AND WATCHING YOU SLEEP.     SO YEAH... MAYBE SO, PRINCESS.

❝...❞ he stays in silence for the first few seconds even after being busted this early morning, as if somehow silence could change the fact, or perhaps breaking it would preserve the moment he created for himself—that they created last night and brought them here. ALL THE IMPERIAL ROADS THAT LEAD TO his arms, now. Ain’t it so, pretty thing? Alex chuckles as he tap-slaps Jake’s arm at around the level of the shoulder, other hand busy supporting his head up slightly on the rather basic pillows that this base housing provides. It beats the barracks, but an outside officer’s perks only go so far here at the Naval air station. We get the (barely) cool homes on base. He strokes the back of Jake’s head, fingers swaying with the motion of the ocean, back and forth, lost with no direction, keeping his face pressed against the warmth of his fuzzy chest. Ceiling fan on low, it’s still dark out for the most part, these freaks and their early rising habits.

❝Mhm, maybe so. G’mornin’ now, pretty boy.❞ Fingers curls and hold Jake’s head still for a moment as Alex’s neck curves down to reach and kiss his forehead. They soon resume the soothing motions as he backs away to continue shamelessly looking down at the whirlwind of your hair, how cute you look hidden away into his embrace. He can rest his head easy now that Jake is awake, no longer any point in watching him sleeping peacefully now, a soft thud as he hits the thin pillow underneath it, a relieving sigh. ❝Sore?❞ He asks with a hearty laugh, the tremors in his chest for Jake to feel. Someone is full of himself this early in the morning, but then again, Jake is probably full of him, too, in another way from one hell of a yesterday.

bully for you, jacob seresin

her hands are shaking.  they’re red and wet and they’re shaking and there’s a kitchen knife in one of them,  one of those shitty ikea ones that everybody’s parent gets them as a going off to college gift,  except harleen’s parents died before she started college,  so she bought herself this knife and she’s never even used it before,  and it’s red and wet,  too.  

“ don’t call the police -- ”  she pleads,  dropping to her knees besides the body -- it’s a woman,  blonde,  light pink shirt turned bright red. she’s trying to stop the bleeding,  but it’s too late ; there’s so much blood,  and whoever this is has been dead for more than ten minutes.  harleen knows that.  harleen’s a doctor ; harleen knows she’s dead,  and she knows she’s going to go to prison,  and she thinks that maybe she deserves that,  if she’s the kind of person that could stab a woman to death in her own kitchen,  even if that woman was threatening her. 

“ please, ”  she mumbles,  still trying to stop the bleeding,  covered in blood up to her arms. “ please,  i didn’t have anyone else to call -- ” 

it’s not true,  not really.  she has people.  people back in gotham.  and she could’ve kept this secret long enough for them to get out here,  to help her cover it up,  instead of calling jake,  jake who’s literally in the fucking military,  jake who she barely knows,  jake who’s absolutely going to call the police,  jake who’d never risk his own life and career to help her cover this up ⸻ 

✯ OUTGOING TEXTS TO: ???

✯ OUTGOING TEXTS TO: HANGRY, intended recipient, DAGGERS

“Bob.” He said slowly, as if trying to make sure this was in fact happening, and it wasn’t a weird dream that felt a lot like a reality but shouldn’t be. Alternative timeline? Was that what the movies called it? Tilting his head slightly as he tried to gauge what could have prompted this, he simply managed half a step to the side, letting his shoulder lean against the door while his hand remained on the handle. “Don’t remember planning a meeting at this hour. Care to fill in the blanks for me?” // @dggrspr

he’s not sure why it’s jake of all people that he seeks out. jake with the jokes, the teasing, the comments that just toe the line. phoenix is his partner, if there’s anyone he should be going to at such an hour, it should be her. rationally, he understands that. but it’s the same rationality that leads him to jake’s doorstep. all that bravado, all that abrasiveness does its job, bob thinks. people are reluctant, sometimes, to acknowledge jake’s skill. acknowledging it means crediting the work, the hours, the time jake’s committed to as a top gun pilot. bob doesn’t hide, his shyness and quietness is simply who he is, but sometimes he thinks maybe jake is hiding behind all of that loudness. he thinks, hopes, maybe jake will get it.