jake.

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[ 📲 • victor ] A guy, huh?

[ 📲 • victor ] Just for you and your date I'll play a classic

[ 📲 • victor ] baby shark, very romantic sets the mood right up

[ 📲 • jake ] you're the fucking worst

[ 📲 • jake ] i ain't getting laid to baby shark

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casey-blythe‌:

“Bet.” It really took all of his willpower and then some for Casey not to reach out and slap Jake right then and there. But the last thing he wanted was to give Jake the satisfaction of seeing him completely fucking TILTED. Casey clenched his jaw and looked away. “You deserved it. And I’d do it again in a fucking heartbeat,” he muttered, deciding to just cross his arms and look away from Jake. He hated that stupid, sexy smile, and that annoying way in which he carried himself. Of all the trains in Chicago, WHY did he have to be on THIS one?!

“You know, it’s not cute, by the way. Gloating about having had a good time with someone you cheated with. On someone who moved from another state to be with you, who gave you everything. I really wish I would’ve known this is who you’d turn out to be.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at Jake right now. They’d never really talked about it after Casey kicked him out, not that he’d given the other much of a chance to.

“I ain’t denying that, angel.” jake watched him cross his arms all grumpy and adorable, looking away like that would make any difference to where he was and what was happening. getting casey riled up and annoyed had always been one of the few things that made jake genuinely happy. “to be fair to me, i didn’t say it was a good time. just pretty alright. which it was, so i’m just being honest, which is supposed to be the best policy, although it rarely actually is. and beside, i brought you to a damn good state, and you got to sleep with all of this,” he gestured to himself, “which is probably gonna be the highlight of your entire life. you should be thanking me really. maybe i turned out to be a jackass and maybe i completely fucked you over, but i made you cum four times in one night once and i really think you should be taking that into consideration.”

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[ 📲 • victor ] You love my shitty puns

[ 📲 • victor ] Yeah in like two hours or so, I think

[ 📲 • victor ] why??? are you coming to see me play tonight?

[ 📲 • jake ] i love your shitty puns about as much as i love prostate exams

[ 📲 • jake ] i am not, but i'm meeting a guy at that bar so i'll be around. play something decent

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[ 📲 • victor ] I’m sorry but that was the prefect pun D;

[ 📲 • victor ] I’m fragile you can’t punch me I might break into little pieces and then who is gonna play piano at the bar????

[ 📲 • jake ] Someone who isn't going to plague my eyes with shitty puns would be fantastic

[ 📲 • jake ] Are you playing tonight

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altonxsilver‌:

“well damn, i don’t have to be crappy. i apologize.” alton mentioned to jake as he nodded. “i mean i could, but i do enjoy looking at you because you’re freakin’ beautiful.”

“you’re not wrong,” jake murmured, shooting the guy a side glance. “alright, i’m bored enough. i’ll bite. what’re you doing ‘round here this time of night?”

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casey-blythe‌:

Casey wanted to reach out and slap him, really. “If by view, you mean sitting cramped with the unwashed masses, and if by enjoying it, you mean hate it, then sure,” he muttered, crossing his arms and crossing his leg with what little room he had. He didn’t mind taking the train most days, but today, it felt like a complete nightmare now that Satan himself had shown up with his perfect brows and pretty eyes. “And what exactly do you want me to say to you, Snake? I hope you and what’s his face are having a nice life together? Or, let me guess, he had enough of your shit, too, and left. You know what, don’t answer that. I really don’t care.” Casey looked away until he caught Jake calling him bitchy and dramatic. “You fucking bet,” he said, eyes narrowed as his eyes snapped back to the other.

Jake’s lips stretched into a grin. “Snake. I missed that.” He absently rubbed his collarbone, hand dipping beneath the fabric of his shirt and the weight of his jacket. The head of a black and white snake poked out from beneath his fingers, etched into his shoulder blades and around his biceps. “I haven’t heard from what’s his face in- ages, actually. I should give that dude a call. He was a pretty alright time. Doesn’t have an ass likes yours, naturally, but who does?” Jake cocked his head, eyes flicking over Casey’s body with a hint of reminisce and nostalgia. “I’m glad. Where would the fun be if you didn’t look like you were ready to kill somebody at any minute? Really keeps a guy on his toes. ‘specially when it’s all directed at yours truly. Or, y’know; all my stuff.”

[leatherjacketsandheadphones]

Vitals

Full Name: Jake Aiden Williams

Nickname(s): Jake the Snake

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 25

Birthday: 4th March

Birthplace: Devon, England

Occupation: Freelance Software Developer

Financial Class: Middle

Living Arrangement: Lives alone in a two bed apartment 

Relationships

Nationality: English

Ethnicity: Caucasian 

Mother: A very important part of his life

Father: A very unimportant part of his life

Sibling(s): A handful of step and half siblings that he ignores

Extended Family: More unimportant parts of his life (except his mother’s parents who still send him a birthday card each year)

Marital Status: Single

Spouse: See above

Children: None

Pet(s): Two snakes, a tortoise and a lizard

Friends: Not many

Enemies: Also not many

Appearance

Skin: White af, but the boy moisturises so his skin is soft at least

Hair: Brown and short but he goes through periods of having much longer hair. He’s currently growing it out again. No facial hair at the minute

Eyes: Dark brown

Build: Athletic. He has abs but usually doesn’t care enough to maintain a six pack

Height: 6″2

Wardrobe: Dark tee shirts and hoodies under a leather jacket, matched with black jeans. He rarely deviates from this

Piercings: Left ear pierced

Tattoos: Several over his arms and chest

Accent: Some bizarre combination of southern English and American

Physical Health: Minor hearing loss in his right ear but he’s otherwise pretty healthy

Personality

MBTI Type: ISTP

Likes: Reptiles, cold weather, electric guitar, leather jackets, music

Dislikes: Nice people, summer, beaches, laziness

Turn-ons: Chill, creative people with nice hair and pretty eyes

Turn-offs: High maintenance, overly nice people who smell

Mental Health: Not Fantastic

Sexuality

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bisexual

Kinks: Bondage, spanking, edging, dominating

Anti-Kinks: The typical gross stuff

Dating Status: Single & not ready to mingle

Dominance Type: Dom

Versatility Preference: Switch, mainly a top

Education

School Level Completed: BA in computer science

School(s) Attended: University of California, Berkeley

Degree(s): BA in Computer Science

Best Subjects: Computer Science, Maths, History

Worst Subjects: English Lit

[princesconsuela]

[leatherjacketsandheadphones]

“so are we going or not?” jake asked, crossing one ankle over the other and raising a brow. “how it takes anyone that long to get ready is beyond me. do you have a zillion clothes and a fifty step skin care routine or are you just horrible at managing time? i’m starving over here, man.”

@therobertsilvers​

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like for a starter from jake

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casey-blythe‌:

Casey would’ve gladly jumped in front of the red line if he knew he’d be stuck sitting beside Jake in the cramped train, of all the people in this enormous fucking city. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before fluttering them back open to give the other a dirty fucking look. “I’ve got nothing to say to you.” That was a lie. There was a laundry list of one-sided conversations Casey’d had in the shower, thinking to himself ‘next time I see him, this is what I’ll say…’ However, it doesn’t work like that in real life. Instead, Casey folded his arms, feeling anxiety rising in his belly. What were the odds? And why were the odds stacked against him today?! The last time Casey had seen Jake in real life (and not from perusing his Instagram despite blocking him and unblocking him later), was when he was throwing the last of the guy’s belongings from the balcony of their once-shared seventh story apartment. That was over a year ago, but Casey was still stewing deep down inside.

Jake quirked a brow. “You sure seem to be enjoying the view,” he said, unbothered by the dirty glare. There was almost a sense of delight that he could still draw that kind of reaction from his ex. Casey always had been dramatic. “Maybe you should think of something to say. We’ve got plenty of time ahead of us.” Jake crossed his arms over his chest and stretched his long legs out as much as he could in the cramped conditions. Against his better judgement, his eyes caught the way Casey’s long eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, how the curls of his hair bobbed as he moved, and Jake swallowed hard as he diverted his attention to the window just beside him. “How’ve you been? How’re things going? Still as bitchy and dramatic as ever?”

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altonxsilver‌:

alton just stared at the other man as jake looked back at him and he just shook his head slowly. “no, i don’t really have anything to say, i’m just kind of admiring the view. is there anything wrong with that?” he asked curiously as he smiled softly while looking at him. 

“kinda creepy,” jake muttered, lifting his shoulders into a shrug. “don’t you have anything better to do?”

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matt-bettenhaus‌:

Matt didn’t mean to make a scene like that. He just had an extremely limited time, and now this added more stress to the already building pile of steaming shit that was his upcoming press conference.

“Yeah, no problem,” he said, rolling his eyes slightly. That was the last thing he needed. Some mouthy kid being a sarcastic shit. The guy was about the age of the guys on his hockey team, and he had more than enough experience dealing with this kind of behavior, but in this setting, Matt had no expectation for respect. He was willing to bet the guy didn’t know who he was, either. Not that he expected everyone to, ofcourse. “It’s just obnoxious, that’s all. It’d suck if I got someone else’s clothes by mistake, and they got mine.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s being obnoxious,” Jake said, folding his arms over his chest. He glanced the guy over and wondered how he was being simultaneously super chill and a bit of a drama queen. There wasn’t much chill in this part of the city. “Why’d you care so much? You don’t look like the kind of dude who couldn’t buy himself some more clothes. Or are you a hardass, it’s a matter of principle, kind of guy?”

[leatherjacketsandheadphones]

“what?” jake asked wearily, glancing at the man beside him and tugging an ear pod out of his ear. it gently dropped against his chest and settled against the black hoodie jake had zipped up beneath his jacket. “you look like you want to say something and it’s really throwing off my whole vibe.”

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rcsenbergs‌:

“Oh, uh… Carol’s throwin’ me a birthday party this year. You can come if you want. Don’t feel obligated, I was threatened into invitin’ people so…here I am” 

“I’m good, thanks.” Jake scrunched his nose. “Aren’t birthday parties a bit kindergarten?”

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wtfnixxx‌:

Nix’s life was a little all over the place right now, but he was doing his best to get it back together. He was looking for a new job, knowing that dealing drugs couldn’t be a thing for much longer, considering what he really wanted a career in. “It’s like no one is hiring or something…” he sighs, frustrated as he looks across the table at the other. 

“The job market is shit,” Jake shrugged, kicking his feet up onto an empty seat. “Even if they are hiring, they never seem to want to hire you. Tough world out there. Good fucking luck.” He scratched the top of his head and eyed the other man. “What typea shit are you looking for?”

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kaixisxmaddening‌:

Kai wasn’t drunk per se, but he had a few in him as he kissed the person he’d just met at the bar, unsure where it was supposed to leave. His friend had left and he was sad about it, considering all the support he’d given after leaving his toxic relationship. “Sorry,” he said softly, looking up at the other, “That was good.”

“Was it?” Jake questioned. He dug his hands into the pocket of his jacket and took a step back, bumping into a dancing body behind him. “I don’t know what your definition of a good kiss is, but mate; you might want to consider reevaluating it.”