i love love love flyboy asks (but i admit i don’t get to them all…. that’s in me) entirely flyboy!jake coded.
also look at those arms 😵💫 i can’t even with him in this photo. that casual lean, hand behind his head. his legs..
reading this in the flyboy!era, but post part 6.
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“Geez Jake, manspread more why don’t you,” Emma says as she walks back to the area where your group, a small sub-group of the Seresin brood, has positioned themselves. She punctuates her barb at her brother by raising a foot to kick his shin lightly.
“Ouch,” he says in response without even a slight change in expression or movement.
“Uncle Jake, your legs,” the little voice that trails behind Emma protests, as Kyle follows after his mother, picking his way past the obstacle that is Jake’s unmoving legs to scramble his aay onto the sofa, arms and legs first, rolling his body up to wedge himself in between his Uncle Jake and father.
“You did just fine buddy,” Jake teases in response, winking down at his nephew as Liam, Emma’s husband and Kyle’s father ruffles his son’s hair.
“You could have moved your legs,” you muse, voice tinged with amusement as you take a step forward, having been trailing behind Kyle.
“I could have,” is what Jake responds, moving his hand from behind his head so that he is reaching out to you. You slip your hand into his, letting him tug you down gently into his lap. Once you’ve perched down onto his lip, and thigh, your legs knocking against his other knee, Jake lets his arm slip around your waist while raising the glass he is holding in his other hand to let you take a sip out of the straw of your drink he had been holding for you. “But then I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
“Have you become my own personal armchair,” you joke, “complete with a cupholder?”
“I’ll have you only sit on me for the rest of your life if I could,” Jake’s response is cheesy, sappy and with a tinge of innuendo and it makes the group around you, save for the children, groan in a mixture of disgust and horror.
“You’re the worst,” is what Emma helpfully supplies for the group as she balls up a paper napkin to toss it at her brother’s head.
“Your worst,” is what Jake says as he ignores Emma and tilts his head up towards you asking for a kiss, which you oblige. It promptly earns him another round of groans.
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High femme trans girl who grew up in the matrix, has a soft spot for butches, makes bad puns, and has magic dream powers. She’s LITERALLY the girl of your dreams. Also she dressed up as a cowgirl once to harass a terrorist cop in his dreams which is just about the sexiest thing a woman can do. She is everything to me
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Flyboy (Omega Star 7: THE VESTIGE):
Androgynous, uses all pronouns, redhead with tattoos, ex-con who is given an opportunity to wipe their slate clean and pilot a mission for a tech company, slowly loses their mind throughout the short series after the crew brings "THE VESTIGE" aboard.
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The glass made a clang as it was placed on the bar top , snapping the daydreaming man out of his thoughts , his eyes were met with by far his most favourite pair , his lips stretched into a board smile which vanished at the barmaid's remark , " there you go , flyboy " who turned up with his order with ease, a teasing smile on her lips as she turned to the next customer next to him .
Charles groaned in mock annoyance at the nickname with a playful glare aimed at her as she passed by with a new order " will you ever drop it? " She made a face at him as she went back to grab about half a dozen of beers and slid them to the waiting guy not far away " not in a million year " making him scoff at her teasing voice " it was one time ! " , she shrugged " one time too many " , he feigned a hurt face " and here I thought I was your all time favourite " his eyes followed her up and down as she tended to the steadily crowding bar , his friends were a bit late , or he was quite early, preferring to spend the spare time trying to win her over , emphasis on ' trying ' .
She crossed her arms and leaned on them as she watched as one of the regulars 'phil' who was miraculously balancing four pints as he made his way to his waiting friends, she then turned her attention back to Charles and answered in a deadpanned tone trying to hold back a laugh at his actually hurt face " that's Kimi " , it was now Charles's turn to scoff in denial, " c'mon!! that's not fair ", she shrugged with a wide grin " he's every bartender dream customer " sighing in a dreamy manner to add effect .
Charles called out " kiss ass " she deadpanned " if I could I would " , earning a full on scowl from Charles as he pointed a finger at her accusingly " that's a vision I'd gladly refuse to accept! " , she wiggled her eyebrows " I'm speaking with the manager " , she rolled her eyes , resting her head on her palm lazily and reminded " by all means Karen , be my guest and the next shift you'll have Martin to serve drinks " .
Charles's face twisted into horror at the mere though, dreading the concept of not having her around so he went to bargain " well , if you agree to give me a chance I wouldn't be complaining your ears off " , smile widening when a teasing one graced her lips as she tilted her head " well " she said pointedly and leaned closer " it wouldn't be worth it's while if I didn't make you work for it , now would it? " Sending him a wink before moving to the waiting group on the other end of the par , leaving him grinning with his head in the clouds, before a hand brought him down with a clap on his back earning it's owner a seething glare , Pierre laughed at his annoyed face and pointed back at their regular table , " time for you to come back down , flyboy " earning a groan from said flyboy which turned into a glare as Pierre turned to order their first round with a knowing smirk , that smirk was wiped out the moment she called back " coming right up , dry pot " making Charles burst out at his offended face , not caring about the shove he received.
Pierre glared " who called me that ? " Making her look back at her busy friend who was taking out a round of drinks to the bikers near the back , then back at Pierre then held back her own laugh when his eyes fell on the culprit with a frustrated groan .
She shared a look with Charles who asked " so I guess 'that date' didn't end up so well ? " Earning a glare from his friend who retorted " at least I got a date !" , Charles called back proudly " at least I'm working for it , what can you say for yourself ? " .
Pierre was about to respond but was seized with a look of disdain from the said date when she came around with a couple of empty bottles, then an eye roll as she went on her way to the back , he threw his head in his hands with a pained sound as the two watching the exchange winced . Charles whistled lowly " You've missed it up " she agreed with a stunned face " you've done the impossible, she's a saint , and you ......you've pissed her off that much ?! " , he could only mumble an " I know " as they gave him pity looks before breaking into another fits of laughter, he glared at them with a stinky eyes " you two are insufferable " they nod in one voice " we know " he glared one more time " you two deserve eachother " , Charles gave a giddy grin and nod " I know ! , and I'm working on it " nodding to himself before giving her one of his winks , she shook her head fondly at his antics , laughing lightly as Pierre grabbed him off his chair toward the waiting group with a look of mock irritation, throwing a final wave her way before she turned to grab their first of many rounds for the night .
